addiction. { humans only. }

[Opal (DELETED 5248)]

How many nights had it been now, a blood rage. Yes, that was what it was called. Opal had become obsessed. She had killed several vampires. She had drained them of all their blood and put it into little vial, where she stored in her fridge back at the apartment. Her roommates, the ones who were actually vampires. Yeah, she had somehow resisted their blood. She knew they were vampires, and they knew about her – what she was, what she knew. They didn’t mind, and she didn’t mind what they were either. It was a mutual respect. Opal liked Kallista, as she was sure Kallista liked Opal in return – to share her apartment with the sorcerer, turned blood thief. She was sure, if she ever was to become a vampire. (hopefully, never) she would ask this woman to kill her. To be the one that restores her to life. In that weird way they do it.

There was something about vampire blood though, it gave her strength. It bestowed her with power as she grinned. Blood staining her chin. The wolf at her side. This little zombie wolf had been her friend, it followed her around. It was hostile. Hostile to anyone but her.

Salem, that was what she had called it. It followed her everywhere. She didn’t care what anyone thought of a zombified wolf, walking through the streets of Harper Rock. She honestly couldn’t give a ****. The Zombified wolf, Salem fit her. She was a medium, she had the ability to convene with the dead, so having a dead pet – that walked around with her, was completely natural to her. Vampires were real, no big deal. What she expected next was werewolves, there had to be. She felt like someone off true blood, how they got addicted to V. Always craving more, holding a vampire in her basement - except, the apartment didn't have an apartment and it was full of vampires. Gosh, if she suddenly out right asked for their blood, they'd probably a) Smack her. b) Smack her, again.

Opal was much like that. She never left the apartment unless she had five vials or so of vampire blood, for safety she’d tell them. What it was really was so she could get a boost, she was addicted to the power each vampire she fed off gave her different powers. She had teleported herself once, by accident. The other time her palms had become fire. It was fascinating, the other time she was able to talk straight into a mind. Oh yes. It was addictive.

Each vampire was different, she needed help really.

This obsession with vampire blood could, essentially get her sent to hospital (by vampires) or worse, dead on the side of the street.

[Claramond (DELETED 7592)]

Claramond walked through the streets, sighing as she checked her wristwatch again. Nearly sundown. Sighing, she fiddled with the small gold ring on her finger, remembering what luck she had had to have found it.

Yawning, shadows and bags stood out under her eyes.
She hadn't slept in two days.

It had been that long since she had her first close run in that faithful day by a live vampire. Then she had the luck of running into another the day after.

The Sorcerer had known of their existence since she was five, nearly twelve years prior. She had seen them, then, as she walked to school. There were several of them, three, four, (she truthfully didn't remember how many), all attacking a man in the alleyway. She heard words she didn't understand at the time.
Crownet.
Blood Theif.
Death.
She couldn't believe she didn't understand death at the time. After all, she had been… strange, all her life. Her grandfather himself had visited her a couple of times, even though no one believed her. A Fae followed her around constantly, misdirecting her bullets, stealing items and making sure misfortune followed her everywhere. She couldn't even distinguish between ghosts and humans anymore.
"Where are we going, Clara?"
Not to mention Sam, the friendly deceased Vampire who started following her around one day when she was seven and never left.

But she had only had truly close encounter with any (living) Vampire until two days prior. Even though that was her trying to kill him. But the day after that, she was attacked.
She still remembered breath hot on her neck as she struggled to get away. She remembered the feeling of teeth sinking into her neck, sucking the blood out, and she hated it with a passion. She remembered waking up the morning later, spread eagle in the middle of an empty street, Sam gently stroking her forehead with his slightly transparent fingers. She remembered crying for the first time in a while.
She had only heard of one other woman who was as willing to destroy them as she was, albeit for a different reason. That's where the duo were going.

"Don't worry. We'll be there soon." She mumbled quietly, smiling at him. They walked in silence for a while, the sun setting faster and faster on the horizon. She wished they would get there soon.

Finally after the probable hundreds of footsteps they had taken to get there, she finally reached the Apartment building she was told to go to. Smiling, she walked through the door, Sam following, and climbed the stairs to the woman's apartment.

The hallway was dimly lit, as it was beginning to get dark outside, but she didn't mind. She was there anyway.

She hesitated before she knocked. Sam sent her a confused look, wondering why.
"Nervous for you." She whispered, sending him a small smile.

"I'm a ghost. She can't hurt me." He responded, smiling widely at her. Claramond nodded.

"Okay." She mumbled. And with that, she knocked.