Reckless Endangerment

[Niklaus]

Questions like “Can I handle another childe?” were mentally being asked to himself the moment he bled himself to forcefeed the woman. Then another voice simply answered that in his head – “Of course. You are Niklaus. You’re a Killer. You’ve been in tougher situations, working out of nothing and you still made it.” It wasn’t that the male had started hearing voices; he always did, even as a human. A lot of the talking he did was to himself, in his head. He assumed it was common for people to have such a thing, a voice in their head that brought up questions, doubts and yet another voice that answered them, which in turn made his decisions and choices wiser, more calculated.

It wasn’t that he was disappointed in Eureka for not accomplishing this challenge. It was this human that impressed him, a mere human. One who didn’t run when her life was being threatened, while wounded too. Someone else might have gone for calling 911 while they were getting mauled, hell most people would but this one fought back and that was the kind of attitude that Niklaus appreciated. He might have always wanted a childe like him, ruthless and sadistic. Someone he could connect with without freaking them out, maybe kill and torture things with too. A heir, his legacy. But that was going too far already, overthinking things, he had to snap out of it. She could just have been a mean *****, after all.

Eyes leaving the motionless human and fixating on Reka instead as she moved away, gritting his teeth as he tossed the lifeless corpse over his shoulder like she was a bag of rice or so. “Going somewhere, Reka?” he inquired, turning on his heels and walking towards the female. He wasn’t going to reprimand her, if she didn’t know she messed up by now then telling her about it wasn’t going to amount to anything. “I’m going to head to my graveyard crypt to drop this one off. I’ve got some blood bags there too, if you’re still hungry” he added quietly, his face void of any emotions, even if that was his very first time turning someone with an extra set of eyes on him. Waiting for an answer from the redhead as he mentally started checking off the things that he was going to need to prepare this human for her re-awakening. He hadn’t plan to sire anyone that particular night but letting her die would have meant the entire night was a disaster, a failure. There always was a silver lining; he was hoping the dead-for-now girl was it, even if he had to go out of his way to turn her but uncertainty and question marks didn’t scare or phase Niklaus. He was still in control.

[Eureka]

The redhead chewed at her dirty nails after she was done licking away the fresh blood from her skin. Beneath that fresh blood was more dirt and grime and old blood. It didn’t taste great but Eureka didn’t care. She didn’t care about much. But, curious as usual, she couldn’t help but peer over her shoulder; couldn’t help but subconsciously compare this to her own siring. She had sired others. But she had never witnessed one. Not as a third party. She saw the way the human seemed to bloom, and then wilt again like something half dead. Well, she probably was half dead.

As soon as Niklaus lifted his head to look at Eureka, however, she turned away. Feigning disinterest yet again. Refusing to acknowledge that feeling curling in her gut, vining around her heart. Did she have one of those anymore? A heart?

What he had witnessed was the forging of a bond. A connection created between two souls. A connection she herself had made on a couple of occasions but which had withered and failed. Or, it felt like they had. Maybe she could work on them. Did she have that in her, or would she leave this alleyway and get distracted, and allow those negative feelings to drift away and wither and die like she wanted them to?

She wanted to be free. Freedom was what she fought for. Any stubbornness that she felt, any disregard of rules, it was all in the interest of freedom. So when Niklaus offered blood bags, Eureka dropped her half-chewed nail from her mouth and shook her head.

”No thank you. I’m quite full. Thanks for the meal,” she said with a bloodied grin. She would not admit that it irked her. Maybe this was her punishment. Some other woman around, because of what Eureka had done—defying Niklaus’s orders. Or she was around because somehow she’d proved herself better than Eureka. Now, that smarted.

”Go **** off with her. Have fun. I’ll go have fun elsewhere,” she said, her voice still light even though it was deep; languid and lazy, that smile still on her lips. She turned from Niklaus, hoping he’d let her escape his clutches. He had a childe of his own to look after now. Eureka wasn’t his childe. Surely he wouldn’t give a ****.

[Seraphim Chernikova (DELETED 6878)]

Darkness. That was all she seen, if she was even seeing for that matter. She could have been dead. This darkness and silence could have been death. If this was the truth, death ******* sucked. There was nothing she could do about i- "I’m going to head to my graveyard crypt to drop this one off. I’ve got some blood bags there too, if you’re still hungry." The words, which were already complicated for her to make out due to a slight language barrier came bubbling into her mind. Whose voice was that?

Her limp body lay slung over his shoulder, dark hair swaying back and forth with every step she took. She was leaking blood onto Niklaus but he didn't seem to even notice it. Even the blood was least of her worries. What the hell did he mean by crypt and why the hell would he take her to a graveyard? Blood bags? Seraphim slowly came into realization that these people were legends, stories that people told around campfires. Vampires. The immortal with fangs that drink blood. Was it true? Did they actually exist?

Those words he spoke were awfully hard to decipher. It was as if someone placed a plastic barrier over her eardrums, only allowing the slightest sounds to pass through. After some hard mental straining to hear the voices, the female's words sunk in. Bloody hell. Seraphim mentally wrote her down on the "remind me to kill" list. She already hated the freckled *****. She was the one who got her into this situation in the first place. If it hadn't been for impulsive need to see everything but herself as possessions - objects to be tormented and used and thrown away, Seraphim wouldn't been going through the first stages of the painful process that was known as transition.

[Niklaus]

Blood. He could feel her blood soaking his shirt, the warm crimson fluid trickling down his back, effectively staining his clothes in the process but that didn’t bother him. When something one might label as annoying kept happening again and again, it soon became a habit rather than just a mere disturbance after a while; that was the case with blood, at least for him. He accepted that being a vampire meant having to burn a lot of clothes and replacing them rather than try to get the stains out, blood stains were a pain in the *** to get rid of, especially dried blood.

The Killer gritted his teeth some at Eureka’s nonchalant tone, how uninterested she acted, like she had absolutely no curiosity left in her for the night about how to care for a newly turned, what to do with them even. “It could be worth learning something from, but if you have more important things to do, I get that”, he added firmly. He wasn't shooing her off, nor begging her to come along, any vampire however young, however broken or unbroken had to have at least some kind of ambition, an idea of what they wanted to achieve and who they wanted to be. It was okay to take some time to figure that out but Eureka was starting to take too long and edge towards chaos, it seemed; doing what she felt like, having ‘fun’ as she put it.

“If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be at. Chad may have fucked off but you’re not alone, Reka. I hope you know that”, he added before sticking a hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone, holding down on a certain number for a speed-dial. He didn’t need to be courteous and say hello, his thrall knew by now how to tell an emergency from a mundane bank transaction or so, “Hey, I’m right in the middle of a sho—“, she started to complain but he wouldn’t have it. “Liza, I need you at my crypt, RIGHT now. Bring some clothes too, I turned someone”, he explained before disconnecting the line. His crypt was within walking distance so he wasted no time and started walking off, rather than teleporting away and ditching the redhead, she had enough time to figure out whether she wanted to tag along or not.

[Eureka]

Eureka didn’t have better things to do. Not really. She’d be doing more of the same thing; wandering the streets and picking her own fun, but doing it all on her own. That was how she rolled; a lone wolf. Or a lone cat, as it were. She appreciated Niklaus’s words, though. She appreciated knowing that she had someone to go to, if she needed to. But she’d been on her own for too long. It was a bad habit to break out of. And pity the man who ever tried to break her of it against her will.

The emotions she felt were always fleeting. Always brawling with each other for only a few minutes before they dispersed, back to their own quiet and discreet little corners, not saying a peep. Every now and again that meek and lonely human peeked through; but she was pathetic, then. She had been a nobody and a nothing and she had let people walk all over her, because she assumed they were people who should care.

Maybe they did care, and she never actually realised. Maybe they were all torn up by her disappearance. She decided, then, that’s what she would do. She would go home. Not to visit her parents, per se, but to just see. To be a voyeur and look through the windows. See if they had moved on or not.

”Thanks, Nikky. I’ll see you around,” she said, shouting over his conversation on the phone, before making a break for it. She pushed herself into a sprint so that she could get away, so that he couldn’t call her back. Maybe she was running from him. Or maybe she was running from emotions that she refused to feel. Whatever the case, she didn’t want to stick around while he bonded with his new childe. That was something she didn’t want to witness, or learn from. She didn’t want to know where she had gone wrong, because she was too proud to admit that she had done anything wrong at all.