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[The best part about being a vampire - besides the strength and the speed and the senses in general, anyway - is having a little switch in your brain. When your emotions get to be too much - intensified as they are - all you have to do is close your eyes and look inward and flick it to off.
Once, he was going to be married. Once, he was going to have a happy life, even if it was as a vampire. Some things you don't survive, James had always known that. He hadn't always known about vampires, or that they're almost impossible to beat, or that if you die with their blood in your veins, you can wake up from multiple gunshot wounds.
Of course, once he hadn't known that his fiance was a witch, either, but eventually he always learns the important things. There's a silver ring on his left ring finger that she blessed, or magicked, or whatever the hell the proper verb is, that lets him walk in the daylight without burning up. He almost threw it away when she died, thought about burning up beside her - but his sense of self preservation runs deep. And it led him to his humanity switch. Turning it off was the easiest thing in the world.
Now, he doesn't miss her. Now, he doesn't grieve her. Now, he doesn't care about anything except hunger.
And right now, he's hungry.]
(ooc: Super duper affected, sorry for all these backdated posts. He's a vampire from the Vampire Diaries canon, and he's a douchebag because he just don't give a fuck. Picture Elena when she was an inmate but. possibly worse because she's nicer than him on any given day anyway. He's out looking for blood, so any volunteers totally welcomed!)
Once, he was going to be married. Once, he was going to have a happy life, even if it was as a vampire. Some things you don't survive, James had always known that. He hadn't always known about vampires, or that they're almost impossible to beat, or that if you die with their blood in your veins, you can wake up from multiple gunshot wounds.
Of course, once he hadn't known that his fiance was a witch, either, but eventually he always learns the important things. There's a silver ring on his left ring finger that she blessed, or magicked, or whatever the hell the proper verb is, that lets him walk in the daylight without burning up. He almost threw it away when she died, thought about burning up beside her - but his sense of self preservation runs deep. And it led him to his humanity switch. Turning it off was the easiest thing in the world.
Now, he doesn't miss her. Now, he doesn't grieve her. Now, he doesn't care about anything except hunger.
And right now, he's hungry.]
(ooc: Super duper affected, sorry for all these backdated posts. He's a vampire from the Vampire Diaries canon, and he's a douchebag because he just don't give a fuck. Picture Elena when she was an inmate but. possibly worse because she's nicer than him on any given day anyway. He's out looking for blood, so any volunteers totally welcomed!)
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[He sounds mockingly contrite, still making his slow way toward her.]
I wouldn't want to make you angry.
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What do you want? More smoke?
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Actually, I want something to eat.
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The kitchen isn't this way.
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It's a bit out of my way.
[He lets his face change: his canines lengthen, the whites of his eyes tinge red, the veins around his eyes turn black, and he stops looking human.]
Besides, you look like a decent meal.
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You're a monster!
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[He sighs as she steps back, like the fight and the struggle is anything but the incentive it is, and darts forward. His usual speed is absent, but he is still faster than he ought to be when he grabs for her wrist.]
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Let go! [She tries to pull her hand away from his grip.]
Please, let me go.
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[He pulls her arm up, not particularly rough, not unless she fights. He's not opposed to a struggle.]
Unfortunately, I'm very hungry. [His lips peel back, and he moves to bite at her forearm.]
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[And then there are teeth sinking into her arm and Lydia screams. Just a normal, terrified girl scream.
She closes her eyes and flexes her hand, a puff of black smoke coming from it, but it's too weak to really do any harm.]
if you want anything changed, just holler!
He's vindictive, and in response to her (completely fair and understandable) attempt to protect herself, he makes it messy. He makes it hurt. He leaves her weak, if alive, and lets go when he's done so he can wipe his mouth.]
Thank you for the donation, my lady. [He dips a mocking bow, and turns to go.]
Nope, works for me!