Post by Tobias St Valentine on Dec 12, 2010 15:25:08 GMT -5
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TOBIAS ST VALENTINE[/color][/font]
tobias st valentine | twenty one | bisexual | currently neutral | unclaimed childe | tom felton[/color][/font]
wash off your scabs dear[/color][/font]
OR FINGERNAIL PICK THEM CLEAN[/color][/font][/center]
+ Vampire Childe:: Typically, a childe has an increased amount of vampire abilities. Super strength, speed, like a normal vampire, but unrestrained. It’s grown wilder the longer he’s been left untrained.
+ Social:: He doesn’t see humans as mindless food, because he has more memories of being human than of being a vampire. He can talk to them, and get along with them, and is able to relate to them easily, easier than other demons.
+ Unlimited Energy:: He has been reborn, and as so, his body is always full of energy. He can run all night, and barely need to sleep for an hour during the day before he is ready to move again.
+ His looks:: He possesses the cute, wide eyed innocent look, and can often tempt those he wishes to feed from without hunting them.
+ Loves life:: A vampire child is not a killer. They crave blood endlessly, but are too close to humans to kill. To feed, he only has to ‘sip’ from different humans, taking only a small amount from each one before letting them go. And other than that, he’s friendly.
WEAKNESSES
+ Blood Lust:: He stops drinking when the taste doesn't suit him any more, that's all. Usually, it's just a couple of sips...but he never stops craving blood. He can't control himself around it unless he's full...and won't stop feeding from different people.
+ Vampire Weaknesses:: The usual for a vampire (sunlight, stakes, holy water, slayers), but more so for him. He never had a sire to train him how to avoid or recognise them.
+ Naive:: Even as a human he was ridiculously naive, never able to understand whether people were taunting him or not. That hasn’t changed even if his body now has.
+ Lack of Control:: The simple smell of spilt blood is enough to make him go into ‘game face’, and then he cannot remove it. He does not have the experience or age to be able to blend in fully.
+ Lonely:: A vampire childe is a social creature, and him even more so than the average one. He’s taken to hanging around human clubs and night time events, just to have some company and not feel so alone.
+ Unclaimed:: The blood of an unclaimed childe calls even to the vampire masters, as well as the slayers and demons. Effectively, not having a sire has made him into a walking target.
+ Inexperienced:: He does not know how to fight, besides which he’s managed to learn for himself, which basically means just running as soon as he can. He prefers to play more than fight.[/SIZE]
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PERSONALITY Tobias’ personality is still in the developing stage. He’s like a newborn child, or an animal, more like. Infidently curious about the world around him, he should have been spending this time with his sire, asking them non-stop questions about the world around him, about this new life, and what it means to be a vampire. As it is...he can’t, because his sire was dusted before he rose. So instead, he just acts curious, looking around at things he does not understand, and only knowing what to stop if something goes wrong and snaps at him. You could compare him to a baby deer – who pokes his nose into anything he can find, only to jump backwards and retreat to a safe distance if it snaps back, like demons do. He understands pain though, and fear, and doesn’t like either of them, and associates them now with demons.
He’s a social creature, like any vampire his age, desiring company and closeness to other creatures to try to fill the void within him that the absence of a sire has left. Because that’s what it is...a dark hole within him that has not yet been filled. No one to care for him or to help him, and he tries to fill that instead with humans, but in a friendly manner rather than an eating manner. Alone, however, that hole can leave him in such a state of depression it actual pains him and all he can do is cry.
He’s emotional, but not overly so. When upset, he’ll revert back to do what he had done when alive – draw into a shell and fall silent, not answering to responding properly to anything put to him. But when it’s the opposite, his smile is contagious, and he bounds around without any fall in energy, always wanting to do something new. He has an incredibly short attention span, and gets bored very easily. And yet he can keep entertained for ages if he has company in some of the games he likes inventing. And he does invent games when bored, which happens quite often.
Violence wise, Tobias doesn’t know the rules. He doesn’t understand what a slayer is, or why they want to kill him, and doesn’t actually know how to kill anything himself...besides draining them. If he gets into trouble, with demons, he doesn’t get afraid, not really, because he doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’ll run when he gets the chance, and then perhaps follow after them again, to see if they’ll do something more interesting. He can be violent, however, like any child who doesn’t understand the rules. If he thinks something is a game, he won’t be able to tell when to stop, and his strength and speed will usually be used to his advantage. Also, he’s prone to temper tantrums, rather like those thrown by a toddler. Only, his usually end up with him breaking things or lashing out with his vampire strength. But harming people in a hunt? He knows that’s what vampire’s do, because seen it...but he doesn’t see the point himself. Why should he waste energy on hunting, when human teenagers appear quite happy to let the handsome man flirt with them, dance with them, then bite them and infect them with the rush that anyone gets when being fed upon? They come to him, not the other way around, if he’s in a place he’s fed in before. And they will do...until he grows older, the demon within him grows stronger, and with no one to teach him how to control, no doubt, eventually it will cause his death.
LIKES
+ Company:: Human or vampire, witch or Slayer, he doesn’t mind as long as they don’t hurt him.
+ Blood:: Like any vampire, Tobias loves the taste of human blood. It’s something he can’t resist.
+ Music:: Toby loves to dance, to any music, in any place.
+ Pretty Boys and Girls:: When human, Toby had no interest in either. Now though, he loves the way they are so full of live, and they look.
+ Human Food:: He’s never lost his taste for it, and still eats like a human would. But with much more sugary things now he doesn’t have to worry about dentists.
DISLIKES
+ Demons:: They scare him. After being tortured and prepared to be a sacrifice by some, it’s no wonder.
+ Fighting:: Because he can’t, not well, and he doesn’t want to die.
+ Clowns:: Being a vampire hasn’t cured this childhood based fear.
+ Pain:: Who doesn’t? He’d like it more if he understood why it happened.
+ Being Alone:: He hates this more than anything.
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He was never an independant child. He always looked for something else to guide him, and tell him what to do and how to do it. All he did was to make some small tweaks, on occasion, if he thought he could make things better. In school work, if he did it in a group, he never owned up to it, choosing instead to let whoever he was working with take the credit. It was because of this that he wasn’t severly bullied in school, like other shy people. Mostly, he was ignored.
After school, his dreams had centered around being a writer, and living in peace from that, but in actual fact, he followed his brother’s suggestion, and they both went into law together. They both managed to get into the same university, and onto the same course. Toby did well, he’d admit it, but he wanted to be on the creative writing course instead. They lived in the same student complex as well – for twins, they were actually closer than anyone would think if you looked at them.
Occasionally, Toby would think that someone was watching them, as they made their way back to the dorm together, or when he stood at the window, waiting for his brother to get back from whatever party he had gone to, the room flooded with his favourite music. But no one ever showed themselves.
Not until winter, when the darkness had fallen early when the two were still walking back, and the vampire attacked them. The creature drained his brother in front of him, before turning it’s attention to the shy one, but it didn’t kill him. He had expected it to, and trembled in fear at the thought, but the soft hand on his cheek had stilled that. The vampire told him that it had been watching him, and had chosen him, and then when he awoke he would be his, and he would be waiting, but Toby didn’t know what he meant...
Until he woke up in a box buried under the ground, starving hungry. And even then, he wasn’t so sure.
He remembered the creature’s last words to him as he broke out of the coffin, and managed to dig his way upwards towards the surface. It had said it would be waiting. But when he finally broke through to the surface...there was no Sire. There was no one. Hungry, and terrified at having woken up underground, he scrambled to his feet and broke into a run, the memories in the alley flooding back to him and his brother’s dead face filling his mind. The fact that he arrived at his house sooner than should have been possible didn’t register. But when he got there...it was empty.
It had taken Toby longer to rise than most, despite him not knowing so, and in that time, his family and moved out of town, and the vampire who had sired him had either been killed, driven away, or abandoned him. And he couldn’t find any of them, because he didn’t know their scent. He was alone. And hungry, cold, and frightened. But he was new. And his old life, though clear in his mind...didn’t seem to be his. Not anymore.
He followed his instincts, needing to feed, and came across a local club, managing to slip inside unnoticed. There, the sight changed his view on many things. So many people...people he’d never tried to get to know, all with one another. All so young, and fresh, and their life was stretched out before all of them. They were beautiful, and they clamoured to be fed from. So he did.
They distracted him from the loneliness. He’d tag around after human families, from town to town, following one then another after losing the first, watching them live and grow, and feeding from them and those around them. And his curiosity didn’t stop. It only seemed to grow, anything to fill the empty space in him that naturally should have been filled by Sire. Statisically, he should have been killed. It’s almost unheard of for a Childe to live for long without his Sire, and he proberly won’t if he never finds one, but despite his curiousity getting him into trouble, it’s never been that serious. He’s just lucky, he guesses. Or the Powers That Be are having fun playing jokes on him – rob him of his Sire, but make him live forever with nothing to revolve his world around. It wasn’t long before he discovered demons...though they were less interesting than humans, and less fun to follow, because they knew he was there. He didn’t like that, because demons didn’t understand his idea of fun.
Demons were not fun. A group of humanoid, but not (humans didn’t have horns) found him (or he found them, he doesn’t know), and were as intrigued by him as he was by them. But whereas he just wanted to know about them, in that naive innocence that a vampire childe does have, they wanted something else. They decided they he, an unclaimed, untrained, defenceless vampire (with a slayer around, such things are nearly unheard of...and he’s only around due to luck), was the perfect sacrifice for a ritual. A ritual being performed on behalf on the Inner Circle.
Only the ritual did not need to be performed, not for a while until after they found him, so Toby was introduced to other creature’s forms of playing. And he didn’t like them at all.
He didn’t fight them to get free. He didn’t like fighting anyway, and there were more of him, and they’d hurt him and scared him. But they were stupid. They’d arrived in Miami (although he didn’t know it), moved into a simple house, locked him in the basement, and then left to get drunk. Left him with weak chains and the window open. He actually stayed still for quite a while, wondering whether it was a trick, before yanking the chains apart and scrambling out of the narrow basement window.
But no one was waiting outside, as he’d half expected, and so he didn’t hang around. He simply ran, barefoot, away from their smell and towards the humans.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Toby’s main intention is to find a Sire, whether he knows it or not. To find another who would be willing to claim him and train him, to fill the hole left inside after the absence of his original one. But that doesn’t have to be a vampire. He’s never really met another vampire, spending more time around humans, and he likes humans - he’s curious, they’re interesting and doesn’t mind simply making friends. A Sire is someone to care for him and train him...and technically, either a human or a vampire could do that. Or even a Slayer. A human who could befriend him could make him fight on the side of good, a vampire with darkness inside them could make him fight on the side of the dark. It’s unknown, at this point.
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four years | none | vampire
It was dark outside. Dark was good, dark was very good. Dark didn’t burn like the light did now. He didn’t like the light. That hurt, when it burned. His hand had caught fire, he could remember, and he hadn’t understood how or why it had...he only understood that the light was bad. Which was a shame, because he could remember being out in the sun. He could remember sitting outside, reading a book while leaning against a tree, his brother and sister playing...playing something or other in the background. But now he couldn’t. He didn’t know why that was...he would ask if he could, but there was no one to ask. The demon’s hadn’t answered any of his questions.
He swallowed roughly, and glanced up over his shoulder at the window he had just managed to scramble through. It wasn’t far off the ground, not here, but it had been quite hard to reach from inside, which had been bad. Lots of things he now knew were bad. Demons were bad. He had to get away from the demons.
But there were none here, now. He was scared, and alone, but he couldn’t smell them, so it wasn’t that bad. So he rose up to his feet (his bare feet, why were his feet bare? He had shoes...didn’t he?), glancing around skittishly before running away from the building.
No more demons. Run. Run from the demons... he chanted mentally, as he sprinted away, down the human street. Despite not needing too, he was panting, hard. So hard it would have hurt, if he’d been alive, he was sure of it. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t do so much, so much that those demons had taunted him for. They’d said that he shouldn’t have to. When they’d held his head beneath water, and he’d thrashed and choked, they’d laughed, and called him pathetic. They said vampire’s shouldn’t do that...But I do! I can’t help it!
He didn’t understand. He wanted to understand. He needed to...but he didn’t.
He drew to a halt inside the entrance to a nearby alley, raising his head to scent the air just like a fleeing animal, before leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to still his frantically moving chest. He couldn’t smell the demons anymore...that was good. That was very good. No more pain, no more taunts, no more being made to feel alone and scared, no more demons...
No more company. He was alone again. And...He opened his grey eyes, the moonlight reflecting off them in an almost alien way as they widened, and he looked around. He didn’t know where he was. He was alone...in a strange place...and oh god, he didn’t know where he was...That was bad.
He whimpered, running a hand through his hair (another habit he’d kept from being human) and tried to think. Only then a siren right at the end of the alley had him jumping, and switching automatically in his ‘biting face’, then running again.
”S-safe...” he stuttered to himself as he was once more running through the night streets, cars and flashing lights confusing him, hurting his eyes after so long in the dark, “Gotta...gotta be somewhere...”
Somewhere safe. Where he could eat. He was hungry now.
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TOBIAS ST VALENTINE
tobias st valentine | twenty one | bisexual | currently neutral | unclaimed childe | tom felton[/color][/font]
wash off your scabs dear[/color][/font]
OR FINGERNAIL PICK THEM CLEAN[/color][/font][/center]
+ Vampire Childe:: Typically, a childe has an increased amount of vampire abilities. Super strength, speed, like a normal vampire, but unrestrained. It’s grown wilder the longer he’s been left untrained.
+ Social:: He doesn’t see humans as mindless food, because he has more memories of being human than of being a vampire. He can talk to them, and get along with them, and is able to relate to them easily, easier than other demons.
+ Unlimited Energy:: He has been reborn, and as so, his body is always full of energy. He can run all night, and barely need to sleep for an hour during the day before he is ready to move again.
+ His looks:: He possesses the cute, wide eyed innocent look, and can often tempt those he wishes to feed from without hunting them.
+ Loves life:: A vampire child is not a killer. They crave blood endlessly, but are too close to humans to kill. To feed, he only has to ‘sip’ from different humans, taking only a small amount from each one before letting them go. And other than that, he’s friendly.
WEAKNESSES
+ Blood Lust:: He stops drinking when the taste doesn't suit him any more, that's all. Usually, it's just a couple of sips...but he never stops craving blood. He can't control himself around it unless he's full...and won't stop feeding from different people.
+ Vampire Weaknesses:: The usual for a vampire (sunlight, stakes, holy water, slayers), but more so for him. He never had a sire to train him how to avoid or recognise them.
+ Naive:: Even as a human he was ridiculously naive, never able to understand whether people were taunting him or not. That hasn’t changed even if his body now has.
+ Lack of Control:: The simple smell of spilt blood is enough to make him go into ‘game face’, and then he cannot remove it. He does not have the experience or age to be able to blend in fully.
+ Lonely:: A vampire childe is a social creature, and him even more so than the average one. He’s taken to hanging around human clubs and night time events, just to have some company and not feel so alone.
+ Unclaimed:: The blood of an unclaimed childe calls even to the vampire masters, as well as the slayers and demons. Effectively, not having a sire has made him into a walking target.
+ Inexperienced:: He does not know how to fight, besides which he’s managed to learn for himself, which basically means just running as soon as he can. He prefers to play more than fight.[/SIZE]
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[/i][/color][/font]AND JUSTIFY YOUR MEANS [/color][/font][/center]
PERSONALITY Tobias’ personality is still in the developing stage. He’s like a newborn child, or an animal, more like. Infidently curious about the world around him, he should have been spending this time with his sire, asking them non-stop questions about the world around him, about this new life, and what it means to be a vampire. As it is...he can’t, because his sire was dusted before he rose. So instead, he just acts curious, looking around at things he does not understand, and only knowing what to stop if something goes wrong and snaps at him. You could compare him to a baby deer – who pokes his nose into anything he can find, only to jump backwards and retreat to a safe distance if it snaps back, like demons do. He understands pain though, and fear, and doesn’t like either of them, and associates them now with demons.
He’s a social creature, like any vampire his age, desiring company and closeness to other creatures to try to fill the void within him that the absence of a sire has left. Because that’s what it is...a dark hole within him that has not yet been filled. No one to care for him or to help him, and he tries to fill that instead with humans, but in a friendly manner rather than an eating manner. Alone, however, that hole can leave him in such a state of depression it actual pains him and all he can do is cry.
He’s emotional, but not overly so. When upset, he’ll revert back to do what he had done when alive – draw into a shell and fall silent, not answering to responding properly to anything put to him. But when it’s the opposite, his smile is contagious, and he bounds around without any fall in energy, always wanting to do something new. He has an incredibly short attention span, and gets bored very easily. And yet he can keep entertained for ages if he has company in some of the games he likes inventing. And he does invent games when bored, which happens quite often.
Violence wise, Tobias doesn’t know the rules. He doesn’t understand what a slayer is, or why they want to kill him, and doesn’t actually know how to kill anything himself...besides draining them. If he gets into trouble, with demons, he doesn’t get afraid, not really, because he doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’ll run when he gets the chance, and then perhaps follow after them again, to see if they’ll do something more interesting. He can be violent, however, like any child who doesn’t understand the rules. If he thinks something is a game, he won’t be able to tell when to stop, and his strength and speed will usually be used to his advantage. Also, he’s prone to temper tantrums, rather like those thrown by a toddler. Only, his usually end up with him breaking things or lashing out with his vampire strength. But harming people in a hunt? He knows that’s what vampire’s do, because seen it...but he doesn’t see the point himself. Why should he waste energy on hunting, when human teenagers appear quite happy to let the handsome man flirt with them, dance with them, then bite them and infect them with the rush that anyone gets when being fed upon? They come to him, not the other way around, if he’s in a place he’s fed in before. And they will do...until he grows older, the demon within him grows stronger, and with no one to teach him how to control, no doubt, eventually it will cause his death.
LIKES
+ Company:: Human or vampire, witch or Slayer, he doesn’t mind as long as they don’t hurt him.
+ Blood:: Like any vampire, Tobias loves the taste of human blood. It’s something he can’t resist.
+ Music:: Toby loves to dance, to any music, in any place.
+ Pretty Boys and Girls:: When human, Toby had no interest in either. Now though, he loves the way they are so full of live, and they look.
+ Human Food:: He’s never lost his taste for it, and still eats like a human would. But with much more sugary things now he doesn’t have to worry about dentists.
DISLIKES
+ Demons:: They scare him. After being tortured and prepared to be a sacrifice by some, it’s no wonder.
+ Fighting:: Because he can’t, not well, and he doesn’t want to die.
+ Clowns:: Being a vampire hasn’t cured this childhood based fear.
+ Pain:: Who doesn’t? He’d like it more if he understood why it happened.
+ Being Alone:: He hates this more than anything.
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[/i][/color][/font]DEVIL HAS A PROBLEM BUT HE LOCKS IT UP INSIDE [/color][/font][/center]
He was never an independant child. He always looked for something else to guide him, and tell him what to do and how to do it. All he did was to make some small tweaks, on occasion, if he thought he could make things better. In school work, if he did it in a group, he never owned up to it, choosing instead to let whoever he was working with take the credit. It was because of this that he wasn’t severly bullied in school, like other shy people. Mostly, he was ignored.
After school, his dreams had centered around being a writer, and living in peace from that, but in actual fact, he followed his brother’s suggestion, and they both went into law together. They both managed to get into the same university, and onto the same course. Toby did well, he’d admit it, but he wanted to be on the creative writing course instead. They lived in the same student complex as well – for twins, they were actually closer than anyone would think if you looked at them.
Occasionally, Toby would think that someone was watching them, as they made their way back to the dorm together, or when he stood at the window, waiting for his brother to get back from whatever party he had gone to, the room flooded with his favourite music. But no one ever showed themselves.
Not until winter, when the darkness had fallen early when the two were still walking back, and the vampire attacked them. The creature drained his brother in front of him, before turning it’s attention to the shy one, but it didn’t kill him. He had expected it to, and trembled in fear at the thought, but the soft hand on his cheek had stilled that. The vampire told him that it had been watching him, and had chosen him, and then when he awoke he would be his, and he would be waiting, but Toby didn’t know what he meant...
Until he woke up in a box buried under the ground, starving hungry. And even then, he wasn’t so sure.
He remembered the creature’s last words to him as he broke out of the coffin, and managed to dig his way upwards towards the surface. It had said it would be waiting. But when he finally broke through to the surface...there was no Sire. There was no one. Hungry, and terrified at having woken up underground, he scrambled to his feet and broke into a run, the memories in the alley flooding back to him and his brother’s dead face filling his mind. The fact that he arrived at his house sooner than should have been possible didn’t register. But when he got there...it was empty.
It had taken Toby longer to rise than most, despite him not knowing so, and in that time, his family and moved out of town, and the vampire who had sired him had either been killed, driven away, or abandoned him. And he couldn’t find any of them, because he didn’t know their scent. He was alone. And hungry, cold, and frightened. But he was new. And his old life, though clear in his mind...didn’t seem to be his. Not anymore.
He followed his instincts, needing to feed, and came across a local club, managing to slip inside unnoticed. There, the sight changed his view on many things. So many people...people he’d never tried to get to know, all with one another. All so young, and fresh, and their life was stretched out before all of them. They were beautiful, and they clamoured to be fed from. So he did.
They distracted him from the loneliness. He’d tag around after human families, from town to town, following one then another after losing the first, watching them live and grow, and feeding from them and those around them. And his curiosity didn’t stop. It only seemed to grow, anything to fill the empty space in him that naturally should have been filled by Sire. Statisically, he should have been killed. It’s almost unheard of for a Childe to live for long without his Sire, and he proberly won’t if he never finds one, but despite his curiousity getting him into trouble, it’s never been that serious. He’s just lucky, he guesses. Or the Powers That Be are having fun playing jokes on him – rob him of his Sire, but make him live forever with nothing to revolve his world around. It wasn’t long before he discovered demons...though they were less interesting than humans, and less fun to follow, because they knew he was there. He didn’t like that, because demons didn’t understand his idea of fun.
Demons were not fun. A group of humanoid, but not (humans didn’t have horns) found him (or he found them, he doesn’t know), and were as intrigued by him as he was by them. But whereas he just wanted to know about them, in that naive innocence that a vampire childe does have, they wanted something else. They decided they he, an unclaimed, untrained, defenceless vampire (with a slayer around, such things are nearly unheard of...and he’s only around due to luck), was the perfect sacrifice for a ritual. A ritual being performed on behalf on the Inner Circle.
Only the ritual did not need to be performed, not for a while until after they found him, so Toby was introduced to other creature’s forms of playing. And he didn’t like them at all.
He didn’t fight them to get free. He didn’t like fighting anyway, and there were more of him, and they’d hurt him and scared him. But they were stupid. They’d arrived in Miami (although he didn’t know it), moved into a simple house, locked him in the basement, and then left to get drunk. Left him with weak chains and the window open. He actually stayed still for quite a while, wondering whether it was a trick, before yanking the chains apart and scrambling out of the narrow basement window.
But no one was waiting outside, as he’d half expected, and so he didn’t hang around. He simply ran, barefoot, away from their smell and towards the humans.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Toby’s main intention is to find a Sire, whether he knows it or not. To find another who would be willing to claim him and train him, to fill the hole left inside after the absence of his original one. But that doesn’t have to be a vampire. He’s never really met another vampire, spending more time around humans, and he likes humans - he’s curious, they’re interesting and doesn’t mind simply making friends. A Sire is someone to care for him and train him...and technically, either a human or a vampire could do that. Or even a Slayer. A human who could befriend him could make him fight on the side of good, a vampire with darkness inside them could make him fight on the side of the dark. It’s unknown, at this point.
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four years | none | vampire
It was dark outside. Dark was good, dark was very good. Dark didn’t burn like the light did now. He didn’t like the light. That hurt, when it burned. His hand had caught fire, he could remember, and he hadn’t understood how or why it had...he only understood that the light was bad. Which was a shame, because he could remember being out in the sun. He could remember sitting outside, reading a book while leaning against a tree, his brother and sister playing...playing something or other in the background. But now he couldn’t. He didn’t know why that was...he would ask if he could, but there was no one to ask. The demon’s hadn’t answered any of his questions.
He swallowed roughly, and glanced up over his shoulder at the window he had just managed to scramble through. It wasn’t far off the ground, not here, but it had been quite hard to reach from inside, which had been bad. Lots of things he now knew were bad. Demons were bad. He had to get away from the demons.
But there were none here, now. He was scared, and alone, but he couldn’t smell them, so it wasn’t that bad. So he rose up to his feet (his bare feet, why were his feet bare? He had shoes...didn’t he?), glancing around skittishly before running away from the building.
No more demons. Run. Run from the demons... he chanted mentally, as he sprinted away, down the human street. Despite not needing too, he was panting, hard. So hard it would have hurt, if he’d been alive, he was sure of it. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t do so much, so much that those demons had taunted him for. They’d said that he shouldn’t have to. When they’d held his head beneath water, and he’d thrashed and choked, they’d laughed, and called him pathetic. They said vampire’s shouldn’t do that...But I do! I can’t help it!
He didn’t understand. He wanted to understand. He needed to...but he didn’t.
He drew to a halt inside the entrance to a nearby alley, raising his head to scent the air just like a fleeing animal, before leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to still his frantically moving chest. He couldn’t smell the demons anymore...that was good. That was very good. No more pain, no more taunts, no more being made to feel alone and scared, no more demons...
No more company. He was alone again. And...He opened his grey eyes, the moonlight reflecting off them in an almost alien way as they widened, and he looked around. He didn’t know where he was. He was alone...in a strange place...and oh god, he didn’t know where he was...That was bad.
He whimpered, running a hand through his hair (another habit he’d kept from being human) and tried to think. Only then a siren right at the end of the alley had him jumping, and switching automatically in his ‘biting face’, then running again.
”S-safe...” he stuttered to himself as he was once more running through the night streets, cars and flashing lights confusing him, hurting his eyes after so long in the dark, “Gotta...gotta be somewhere...”
Somewhere safe. Where he could eat. He was hungry now.
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