Goggle slipped out of the transport, for a moment completely exposed. He needed to get out of the station, and fast. There was no telling who was waiting in the well lit terminal, watching out for the telltale signs of his kind. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't take a moment to slip his fingers into that human's pocket and take a quick peek at what was inside...
A lousy dollar. In his current state, that was a dollar more than he had before, but a dollar? He was a couple of blocks away and still seething. His short temper was probably due to the fact he hadn't fed yet, which wasn't helping the bitter rage burning inside of him. He had been betrayed, and now he found himself penniless, in a new city. Not penniless, Goggle. You have a dollar. The voice was gentle, a memory, surely. A memory that was still so vivid he stumbled mid step, colliding with a human exiting the building on his right. A growled apology seemed to startle the human even more, until he caught her attention.
Wiping blood from his lips. Goggle felt better than he had in days. There had been more humans inside, a family perhaps? It mattered little. They all sat in silence now, confused but with no memory of his feeding. Daylight was approaching though, and he needed to find a place to hide out for the sunlit hours. He now had a pocket watch, a fistful of cash and no idea where he could find succor.
A darkened house down the street would have to do. It was large, obviously the home of someone successful. If he was going to get in and secure himself, it would need to be now. He could already see the sky lightening. You could just wait for the sun. Who knows, will it really kill you? Only one way to be sure. Goggle didn't even notice the fact he was snarling, standing in the middle of the street, drawing undue attention. Another voice from the past, another regret. With a nervous glance to the confused onlookers, Goggle took a side street away from the target. There was no way he would allow himself to be followed.
A nearby window yielded easily to his skill, and a moment of work had him inside and the window secured once more. His steps didn't make a sound as he gave the ground floor a cursory search. There was some kind of... Ritual circle? It didn't matter now. He needed to hide. Heading upstairs, he kept his senses alert, straining for the faintest sound that would betray another presence within.
Starting Over
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Re: Starting Over
Goggle dropped from the roof of the building, sticking the landing. He was definitely getting better at this. Then again, it had been two weeks. If he hadn't been showing signs of improvements by now then he would have been majorly disappointed. He was still adjusting, and his frequently changing routine was not giving him a chance to adapt to anything. The need to feed each night didn't help either. He hadn't tried skipping a meal yet, but he didn't want to find out what would happen if he did. He also hadn't thought to question any of the strange vampires he kept running into. Each time he found himself distracted by one thing or another, never being allowed a chance to just chill.
Wait, had he just referred to feeding on a live human as a meal? So nonchalantly too... What was he becoming? He had been spending a lot of time with one of the vampires, following her each night back to her dungeon. Without fail, each time he awoke she was gone again. He kept trying to catch her leaving, but it was like she just vanished. Again, he had no idea why because each time they met things just kept happening. Then there was the confusing way he felt around her... Goggle huffed and... Was that ash that just came out of his mouth? He could taste it on his lips. Definitely ash. Was this normal for vampires?
He was getting distracted again, and he knew it. Maybe it was just his subconscious way of avoiding thinking of what he was about to do. Some nights this was easier than others. He knew he needed to do it to survive, and he knew that, as long as he was careful, that he wasn't actually killing anyone... He tried not to think of the exceptions, and tried to repress the cold, detached way he had felt each time. He had almost enjoyed it, and that did not bare thinking about. He needed to continue this routine though, and he had tracked an easy victim, following from the rooftops. Now he stood behind her, so close to her and she had not noticed him yet. This was going to be easy.
He was licking the blood from his lips, slinking quickly down the dark alley when the scream pierced the night behind him. A curse escaped his lips along with a breath and more ash. That hadn't happened before tonight, and he couldn't help but be a little worried. He didn't feel any warmth inside his chest... Why was this happening? And what was that screaming? The girl had been out! They always were after being bitten... No one ever remembered what he had done to them. There was now ay this could have happened, not so quickly. Turning back, he slipped through the shadows which were beginning to feel ever more comfortable to him. His eyes picked up the body at the end of the alley, and the crowd which was beginning to gather. Yes, he had definitely screwed up tonight.
Wait, had he just referred to feeding on a live human as a meal? So nonchalantly too... What was he becoming? He had been spending a lot of time with one of the vampires, following her each night back to her dungeon. Without fail, each time he awoke she was gone again. He kept trying to catch her leaving, but it was like she just vanished. Again, he had no idea why because each time they met things just kept happening. Then there was the confusing way he felt around her... Goggle huffed and... Was that ash that just came out of his mouth? He could taste it on his lips. Definitely ash. Was this normal for vampires?
He was getting distracted again, and he knew it. Maybe it was just his subconscious way of avoiding thinking of what he was about to do. Some nights this was easier than others. He knew he needed to do it to survive, and he knew that, as long as he was careful, that he wasn't actually killing anyone... He tried not to think of the exceptions, and tried to repress the cold, detached way he had felt each time. He had almost enjoyed it, and that did not bare thinking about. He needed to continue this routine though, and he had tracked an easy victim, following from the rooftops. Now he stood behind her, so close to her and she had not noticed him yet. This was going to be easy.
He was licking the blood from his lips, slinking quickly down the dark alley when the scream pierced the night behind him. A curse escaped his lips along with a breath and more ash. That hadn't happened before tonight, and he couldn't help but be a little worried. He didn't feel any warmth inside his chest... Why was this happening? And what was that screaming? The girl had been out! They always were after being bitten... No one ever remembered what he had done to them. There was now ay this could have happened, not so quickly. Turning back, he slipped through the shadows which were beginning to feel ever more comfortable to him. His eyes picked up the body at the end of the alley, and the crowd which was beginning to gather. Yes, he had definitely screwed up tonight.
