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"Don’t mention it." His lips quirked into the barest smile, bringing his own wrist to his lips to lick away the remaining drops of blood. The wound wasn't healing yet, but he guessed it would be gone by morning. Injuries inflicted by other supernaturals tended to last a little longer, heal a little slower. "Jerry can get bent." He rolled his eyes, not frightened by their maker's temper. David could be intimidated by him, if he thought he'd truly done something to deserve it, but he’d been around him long enough to know his rules were few and his anger burned out fast. Messing with his new plaything would irritate him, but it wasn’t a death sentence.

Sympathy crept into his expression, not an altogether familiar feeling for David. Vampires were inherently selfish creatures, or at least the ones who survived long-term were. David had lasted longer than most of Jerry's offspring by being quick, clever, and just a little bit ruthless. "Jerry wanted you to," he corrected. "I'm sure he'd find it fucking hilarious if you took out half the block, even if it set the humans on you again…" He shook his head. How Jerry had survived centuries when he didn’t care about attracting attention was beyond him, but it had led to a lot of death, human and vampire alike.

"He hasn't taught you anything. You don't have to live like this. You don't have to kill to feed. I mean, you will when you starve yourself. But you can learn to control it. Let me show you. It doesn't have to be terrible. It's fun being a vampire." He smiled wider, no hint of fangs, offering a hand. "I'm David."

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David hadn't seen his maker in over a decade. Jerry really wasn't the type to hover, and after the rest of David's original nest had been slaughtered back in Santa Carla in the 80s, they hadn't spent more than a few months together at a time. He was free to go his own way, to live or die on his own terms, but much like his maker, David had a cockroach ability to wiggle out of things that would have killed most people, human or vampire. He was a survivor.

But surviving got lonely. David had never made another of his kind, preferring to leave that to Jerry, but like his maker, he preferred to be around his own kind. The bond between them ensured they could always find each other, and he found himself curious when it led him to New York City. David loved cities, the perfect place to blend in, but Jerry typically chose places more on the fringes. Vegas was a favorite every other decade or so, the population constantly shifting, but perhaps it had soured for Jerry after his nest was destroyed yet again in the 90s. Unfortunately, baby vampires tended to attract attention in groups.

By the scent of the building, Jerry was up to his old tricks. Though his maker appeared to be out, he could sense at least one other vampire inside. Worn combat boots thudded on the wooden steps as he made his way cautiously to the basement, the same black duster fluttering around his knees, an earring ending in a metal spike dangling from one ear. The silver burned faintly, but he'd come to enjoy it. His fashion sense hadn't evolved much since the 80s. He peered into the murky basement, sharp vision picking out details. "Hello?"

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David would be the last person to admit when he was feeling insecure, but the closer Michael got to them, the more uneasy he felt. Even he could see that Michael and Star weren't really like the others. They held on to their humanity, where David and the others had embraced vampirism whole-heartedly. He didn’t understand what held them back. He loved what he was. It was a gift Max had given him. But he supposed from another angle, a gift could look like a curse if they didn’t want it. But why wouldn't they? Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. It was the kind of thing humans could only dream of. (He was still young and naive enough to think it meant no one could hurt them anymore, but he would have been wrong about that.)

He didn't like that he cared what Star thought of him, but it was a relief to know it wasn't hate. He didn’t fool himself that it was love either though. He didn’t think he had anything more to lose with her by being real for a few minutes. Despite the noise and the bravado and the confidence, David was still very young, as a human and as a vampire.

"I don't know what he's planning either," he admitted quietly. Even if he knew, Max had forbidden them to speak of it or of him, and it wasn’t the kind of rule they could break. It was unnerving to know that as their maker he could have complete control over them if he wanted, but he didn’t. Max's rules were pretty simple and left a lot of room for doing whatever the fuck they wanted. But David wasn't completely foolish. He knew their maker had an endgame, even if he didn't know what it was.

An answering smile ghosted over his lips, there and gone again just as quickly. It didn’t make him happy, but pressuring her to feed had only pushed her away. He didn’t want to keep doing that. "Sure, I can lay off. It's just… You can still get hurt. If you're not fully one of us." He knew she wasn't fragile, even as a human, but there were benefits to being a fully-fledged vampire she couldn't get without feeding. That, and he didn’t know how she wasn’t positively starving by now. David hadn't lasted a night, not even trying to resist the bloodlust.

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A mysterious smile ghosted Star's face, before it disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. Despite the bravado she maintained, her heart almost stopped when David revealed such a statement. Her? Hate him? Why did he want to talk about such a thing now? He was always so cool and confident in front of the others. Why did he choose now to lower his defenses? Maybe it was because the boys weren't around, and it was just the two of them.

Setting aside the small collection of seashells from tonight's gathering, Star folded her hands together on her lap, and gazed over at the stone fountain across the way. She often wondered how it would've looked when it operated decades ago, before the earthquake ruined everything. It must've been elegant and enchanting.

"I don't hate you, David," she admitted quietly. "You saved me from my old life, one that made me unhappy. I only wish I wasn't kept in the dark so much about what's going on."

Then after a slight pause, she turned to him, and reluctantly added, "But... does there have to be so much pressure to make me feed...?"

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His head tilted while he watched the other vampire's eyes go distant, his own senses stretching out to see what had distracted him. He could hear every heartbeat on this block if he wanted to, and he guessed that was what had his attention. It was so hard to shut out at first, even when you weren't starving like this. David sort of admired his self-control. He wouldn’t have made it this long without blood as a baby vamp. He’d had to feed every night back then to keep his bloodlust in check.

He didn't flinch when fangs scraped at his flesh. It hurt but he’d expected it, and his tolerance for pain had shifted dramatically since he died. Vampires could heal a lot. That wasn’t always a good thing. Once or twice, he'd wished his wounds would kill him, so a little blood sharing was no big deal.

"It's okay. Take what you need." His voice was unexpectedly gentle, surprising even David. He wasn’t the sentimental sort. He’d been alone for quite a stretch this time though, and he felt bad for the guy. He remembered what it was like when Jerry was the only vampire he’d ever met. He wasn’t exactly a role model. He probably thought his life was over, and really it was just starting. David could show him all the good things there were about being undead. They weren’t all monstrous. That was just Jerry's way.

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David hadn't seen his maker in over a decade. Jerry really wasn't the type to hover, and after the rest of David's original nest had been slaughtered back in Santa Carla in the 80s, they hadn't spent more than a few months together at a time. He was free to go his own way, to live or die on his own terms, but much like his maker, David had a cockroach ability to wiggle out of things that would have killed most people, human or vampire. He was a survivor.

But surviving got lonely. David had never made another of his kind, preferring to leave that to Jerry, but like his maker, he preferred to be around his own kind. The bond between them ensured they could always find each other, and he found himself curious when it led him to New York City. David loved cities, the perfect place to blend in, but Jerry typically chose places more on the fringes. Vegas was a favorite every other decade or so, the population constantly shifting, but perhaps it had soured for Jerry after his nest was destroyed yet again in the 90s. Unfortunately, baby vampires tended to attract attention in groups.

By the scent of the building, Jerry was up to his old tricks. Though his maker appeared to be out, he could sense at least one other vampire inside. Worn combat boots thudded on the wooden steps as he made his way cautiously to the basement, the same black duster fluttering around his knees, an earring ending in a metal spike dangling from one ear. The silver burned faintly, but he'd come to enjoy it. His fashion sense hadn't evolved much since the 80s. He peered into the murky basement, sharp vision picking out details. "Hello?"

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David didn't have enough blood in him for a heartbeat, nor had he scented the other with the overpowering smell of warm blood nearby. It was the first time he’d been away from his maker for a long stretch of time, and it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be--though he’d never admit it. Jerry had a rather laidback, sink or swim style of teaching that by no means covered all the bases, or perhaps David simply hadn't known the right questions to ask. It was both fortunate and unfortunate, the former because he had documented authority issues and wouldn't have appreciated a firmer hand, and the latter because he was now in a position to have to figure a lot of things out for himself. (Or return to Jerry with his tail between his legs, which wasn't happening.)

He had the human pressed against the wall of the alley, fangs sunk deep into their neck, before he even realized he wasn't alone there. He swallowed that first warm gush of blood and slowly raised his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He had questions--namely where the hell was his maker--but it wasn’t pressing at the moment. The poor vampire looked dead on his feet or near to it and, okay, technically they were dead, but it didn’t have to be like that. He tipped his head toward the dazed human. "Have a drink."

status -> open to all vampire characters! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> takes place in the 1800s. my muse has been freshly turned into a vampire a couple of weeks ago && abandoned by his sire, left to fend (poorly) for himself.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

a heartbeat had never mattered before - he'd never heard it drumming in his ears half a mile away, nor had it inspire a deep hunger that both frightened && exhilarated the new vampire. formerly a writer by trade, the man was shrouded in shadow, undead && unable to feel the cold of the setting winter seeping into his bones as he crouched in the alleyway, awaiting the passerby to approach. he'd thought himself alone... in the alley, in the world. so when he was able to make his move, and claim the unsuspecting prey for himself - it was quite a shock when a different vampire beat him to it, and elias spurred himself forward && out of hiding to stare at the other. he hadn't smelled them, he hadn't heard their heartbeat, and now, seeing their eyes... " you- you're like me. " elias managed to say, eyes wild and his body thin, sinking in, obvious he was in desperate need for fresh, warm blood. " i thought i was the only one. "

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David wasn't into self-denial in any respect, but he didn’t always kill when he ate. At first, maybe. He was young and reckless and sloppy, and the novelty hadn't yet worn off. But the fact was that once he had some control, it just wasn't necessary to kill everyone he fed from. It was physically impossible to drink every drop of blood from a human in one go, which meant at least half of it got spilled and wasted, and that was more mess to clean up. Bodies also drew attention to them. No, it wasn't practical to kill every time they fed.

It didn't take long from there to deduce the issue, and it was fairly simple: Jerry was being a cunt. David wasn't ignorant to his maker's flaws. He could be stubborn and cruel past the point of practicality. Case in point. If this baby vampire went apeshit and slaughtered half the block, it would bring human attention to them. He’d probably have to move again, and this looked like a nice house. Forget the fact that the dude was just fucking suffering for no good reason.

Jerry would be pissed he'd taken pity on him, but he’d get over it. He always did. David didn’t say anything. The poor guy was probably having trouble focusing on anything but the hunger at this point. He just pushed back his jacket sleeve, drew a sharp fingernail across his own wrist, and held it out to him, blood welling immediately to the surface.

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David hadn't seen his maker in over a decade. Jerry really wasn't the type to hover, and after the rest of David's original nest had been slaughtered back in Santa Carla in the 80s, they hadn't spent more than a few months together at a time. He was free to go his own way, to live or die on his own terms, but much like his maker, David had a cockroach ability to wiggle out of things that would have killed most people, human or vampire. He was a survivor.

But surviving got lonely. David had never made another of his kind, preferring to leave that to Jerry, but like his maker, he preferred to be around his own kind. The bond between them ensured they could always find each other, and he found himself curious when it led him to New York City. David loved cities, the perfect place to blend in, but Jerry typically chose places more on the fringes. Vegas was a favorite every other decade or so, the population constantly shifting, but perhaps it had soured for Jerry after his nest was destroyed yet again in the 90s. Unfortunately, baby vampires tended to attract attention in groups.

By the scent of the building, Jerry was up to his old tricks. Though his maker appeared to be out, he could sense at least one other vampire inside. Worn combat boots thudded on the wooden steps as he made his way cautiously to the basement, the same black duster fluttering around his knees, an earring ending in a metal spike dangling from one ear. The silver burned faintly, but he'd come to enjoy it. His fashion sense hadn't evolved much since the 80s. He peered into the murky basement, sharp vision picking out details. "Hello?"

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Voluntary Vampire Victim starters

"I trust you. Take what you need." "It's okay. I can control myself." "Let me know if you need another session." "I'm doing this for both of us. Trust me." "I never thought I'd willingly let someone drink my blood, but here we are." "Don't worry about me. Just take what you need." "It's not like I have anything else better to do, so bring it on." "I can handle a little bite here and there. Just don't make it a habit." "You know, this could be a lot worse. At least I'm not dinner." "I'm not saying I like it, but it beats the alternative." "If this keeps you from hunting innocent people, I'm in." "You're lucky I trust you this much." "I never thought I'd say this, but vampire feeding isn't all that bad." "We've got an arrangement. Just don't break it." "I never thought I'd get used to this, but it's surprisingly bearable." "Do you really need to look so pleased about it?" "Just remember, I have limits too." "As long as you keep it to a minimum, we're good." "You're not the only one making sacrifices here." "I'm starting to regret volunteering for this…" [OFFERING] The sender offers their neck to the receiver. [TRUSTING] The sender feeds gently on the receiver's neck. [RESOLVING] The sender sighs and prepares themselves for the bite. [GRATITUDE] The receiver thanks the sender after feeding. [MAINTAINING] The receiver ensures the sender's wound heals properly after feeding. [DEBRIEFING] The sender and the receiver discuss how the feeding went afterward. [MONITORING] The sender checks the receiver's condition after a feeding to ensure they're okay.

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"Actually, Jerry likes it when we drop by…" he drawled. It was true he hadn't specifically asked him to come, but the invitation was nevertheless open. The footsteps didn't stop, but they slowed. David wasn't frightened, but he had learned some caution over the decades. It wasn't likely that a newborn could kill him or even knew how--aside from the sun, which wouldn't be up for hours--but that didn't mean he wanted to fight one for no reason.

Then again, after his first glance at this one, he didn't think he'd put up much of a fight. The guy looked downright pathetic huddled in a corner. He was a little surprised he managed not just to get to his feet but to stay on them. His eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the cross-shaped burns on his chest, which explained the stink of burnt flesh. It didn't take much longer to deduce that the vampire was starving. David just didn't understand why.

He flashed closer in a burst of that uncanny speed, and then paced a slower half-circle around him, studying him. "Why the hell hasn't he taught you anything? How to feed? That silver burns?" Jerry might not be exactly paternal--he'd protect them, but if it was them or him, he'd save himself every time--but he wasn't a total fuckup. He taught them how to survive on their own. His maker hadn't met true death. David would have felt it if he had. So why had he left a baby vamp here, on the verge of going feral, to fend for himself?

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David hadn't seen his maker in over a decade. Jerry really wasn't the type to hover, and after the rest of David's original nest had been slaughtered back in Santa Carla in the 80s, they hadn't spent more than a few months together at a time. He was free to go his own way, to live or die on his own terms, but much like his maker, David had a cockroach ability to wiggle out of things that would have killed most people, human or vampire. He was a survivor.

But surviving got lonely. David had never made another of his kind, preferring to leave that to Jerry, but like his maker, he preferred to be around his own kind. The bond between them ensured they could always find each other, and he found himself curious when it led him to New York City. David loved cities, the perfect place to blend in, but Jerry typically chose places more on the fringes. Vegas was a favorite every other decade or so, the population constantly shifting, but perhaps it had soured for Jerry after his nest was destroyed yet again in the 90s. Unfortunately, baby vampires tended to attract attention in groups.

By the scent of the building, Jerry was up to his old tricks. Though his maker appeared to be out, he could sense at least one other vampire inside. Worn combat boots thudded on the wooden steps as he made his way cautiously to the basement, the same black duster fluttering around his knees, an earring ending in a metal spike dangling from one ear. The silver burned faintly, but he'd come to enjoy it. His fashion sense hadn't evolved much since the 80s. He peered into the murky basement, sharp vision picking out details. "Hello?"

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the starter @falliblexpenance didn't ask for (but david's a nosy shit)

David hadn't seen his maker in over a decade. Jerry really wasn't the type to hover, and after the rest of David's original nest had been slaughtered back in Santa Carla in the 80s, they hadn't spent more than a few months together at a time. He was free to go his own way, to live or die on his own terms, but much like his maker, David had a cockroach ability to wiggle out of things that would have killed most people, human or vampire. He was a survivor.

But surviving got lonely. David had never made another of his kind, preferring to leave that to Jerry, but like his maker, he preferred to be around his own kind. The bond between them ensured they could always find each other, and he found himself curious when it led him to New York City. David loved cities, the perfect place to blend in, but Jerry typically chose places more on the fringes. Vegas was a favorite every other decade or so, the population constantly shifting, but perhaps it had soured for Jerry after his nest was destroyed yet again in the 90s. Unfortunately, baby vampires tended to attract attention in groups.

By the scent of the building, Jerry was up to his old tricks. Though his maker appeared to be out, he could sense at least one other vampire inside. Worn combat boots thudded on the wooden steps as he made his way cautiously to the basement, the same black duster fluttering around his knees, an earring ending in a metal spike dangling from one ear. The silver burned faintly, but he'd come to enjoy it. His fashion sense hadn't evolved much since the 80s. He peered into the murky basement, sharp vision picking out details. "Hello?"

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By comparison, David was a baby, turned in the eighties and mostly left to his own devices after his "family" had been discovered and slaughtered by human hunters. He'd escaped along with his maker, but Jerry wasn't the type to hover. They checked in on each other maybe once every decade and then went their separate ways. He knew it wasn't the safest move, wandering into a town with known vampire activity, but he was both curious and lonely. His kind liked to be around other vampires, and there just weren't all that many around. He'd never made another, himself, preferring to leave that responsibility to his maker.

He clutched at his heart as though she'd wounded him, but there was real interest in the question. "That's how you survive, isn't it?" He'd learned the price of calling too much attention to himself early in his undead life. Safer just to watch and play and then vanish to a new city. He idly spun his glass in one hand on the counter, a finger of whiskey in the bottom. "Someone to show me the nightlife in this town. This can't be all there is." He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip with a general nod out at the rest of the bar. If you could call the Mystic Grill a proper bar. It was a little tame by his standards.

“People perceive you as somewhat… “Heinous bitch” is the term used most often. You might wanna work on that.” (Katherine/David @allthedamnvampiresx)

A smirk tugged on the corners of her lips, an eyebrow arching as dark doe eyes focus on the man next to her. Her reputation preceded her -- not that she really cared. People would believe what they wanted to believe, the more that people stayed away the better. She could pick and choose who she would interact with, pulling them into a false sense of security and comradery before she found something to use against them. Keeping people at an arms length -- using them was how she survived for over five hundred years. She lived by the saying 'don't fix what isn't broken.' It's worked thus far, even if she's known as a heinous bitch.

"At least I'm known for something." Like always, her words roll out of her like a purr, bringing glass holding her drink up to her lips as her eyes settle on him. "You, I've never heard of or seen before. Must be sad, being a nobody." She folds one of her long legs over the other, leaning forward onto the table as her dark eyes narrow onto him. "What do you want?"

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"Smart girls are sexy." He smirked, teasing her just a little. He couldn't say she was wrong. The bar was indistinguishable from any other, in any city, in any state. He'd been doing the nomad thing for over a decade, and it never really changed. They could have been almost anywhere. "They're kinda fun when they're drunk though." Somehow his smile gave the impression of having fangs in it without actually having any. They wouldn't come out until he was ready to eat, but David was always a predator. He sort of enjoyed their drunken babbling, and alcohol gave the blood a nice flavor.

"I think you're overestimating the amount of undead women out there," he chuckled, settling into the space when she made room for him. "Not exactly the friendly kind, are we?" His own experiences had run the range between positive and deadly. But he feared the humans who found out what he was far more than he feared their own kind. "California. Just passing through. How about you? No way you're from a place as boring as this."

He wasn't there to threaten her. If anything, he was there because he was lonely, even if David wouldn't have put it exactly in those terms. Those wannabe vampire slayers in Santa Carla had killed most of his friends. He'd only survived because of Jerry. He was grateful; undead was better than dead-dead, and it was fun to be a vampire. But the fun wore off after a while when it was just him. Shit, maybe he really was going soft.

He'd also hesitate to hurt another of their kind. His maker had no respect for human life, which meant David didn't either, really. He knew Jerry wouldn't hesitate to kill any threat to his survival, vampire included, but he didn't seek them out for that purpose. "Did you really bring a book to a bar?" He chuckled softly as she stashed it away. He'd met girls like that before-- or, well, he thought he had. He didn't really know what kind of girl Magda was. "David. Nice to meet you, Magda." He returned the smile, eyes practically sparkling with it. "Isn't it obvious? I came to see you."

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Vampire Sentences

(Sentences for vampires and those interacting with them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"We all come out of this a lot less human than we went in."

"I'm flesh and blood, but not human."

"Don't worry, it's not my blood."

"You can live with dignity, but you can’t die with it."

"You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil."

"I eat to survive, just like you."

"God kills indiscriminately, and so shall we."

"Before you protect others from darkness, you must first be able to protect yourself."

"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a second or two."

"Whatever history remembers of me, if it remembers anything at all, it shall only be a fraction of the truth."

"Do you ever imagine what it's like to die?"

"I haven't been human for 200 years."

"Have you said your goodbyes to the light?"

"It's always been mankind's greatest dream to cheat death - to beat the Grim Reaper at his own game."

"Thank you for not killing me."

"You want them to believe that you're a god? You and I both know that you're not."

"Is that what I'll become? Just an animal who can't resist?"

"You really believe this, don't you? That you're a vampire?"

"It is quite the feat to kill that which is already dead!"

"The world changes. We do not."

"What were you going to do? Kill me, drink my blood? All that stuff?"

"Wherever we go, death follows."

"I've killed more human beings than I care to remember."

"None of us go on forever."

"I'm starving. I don't remember ever being this hungry before."

"It's easier to die than to watch someone die."

"You want to bite me, you buy me dinner."

"You would have thought that once you were dead, all your troubles would be over, wouldn't you?"

"I have no intention of dying. I have far too much to do."

"You're not the only one who has lost everything to vampires!"

"You will help me cheat death!"

"We are connected, the Devil and I."

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'the lost boys' (1987) prompts. 🩸

'We're getting close...' 'Smells like something died.' 'He looks dead.' 'I think I dated that guy.' 'I told you not to come in here anymore.' 'Are you following me?' 'Just try to keep up.' 'How far you willing to go?' 'Nobody knows about this place...and nobody knows about us.' 'I'm gonna pray that I never need to call you.' 'You can still remember home.' 'Don't open it!' 'Don't turn on the light.' 'You've got to help me.' 'I thought I saw something out the window.' 'I told you that comic would save your life.' 'Exactly how many vampires have you actually destroyed?' 'I'm not coming in unless you invite me.' 'You're one of us now, aren't you?' 'You'll never grow old and you'll never die.' 'It's not too late for you to be saved...' 'Vampires have such rotten tempers.' 'Let's stake 'em.' 'We don't ride with vampires.' 'Maybe this is the night where everything finally goes right for a change.' 'Don't make me kill you!' 'I...I don't feel any differently.' 'It's so much better if you don't fight.'

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He wasn't there to threaten her. If anything, he was there because he was lonely, even if David wouldn't have put it exactly in those terms. Those wannabe vampire slayers in Santa Carla had killed most of his friends. He'd only survived because of Jerry. He was grateful; undead was better than dead-dead, and it was fun to be a vampire. But the fun wore off after a while when it was just him. Shit, maybe he really was going soft.

He'd also hesitate to hurt another of their kind. His maker had no respect for human life, which meant David didn't either, really. He knew Jerry wouldn't hesitate to kill any threat to his survival, vampire included, but he didn't seek them out for that purpose. "Did you really bring a book to a bar?" He chuckled softly as she stashed it away. He'd met girls like that before-- or, well, he thought he had. He didn't really know what kind of girl Magda was. "David. Nice to meet you, Magda." He returned the smile, eyes practically sparkling with it. "Isn't it obvious? I came to see you."

David wasn't the sort of person who liked to be alone for long periods, but it was unavoidable at times. While his maker also preferred a family, vampires in groups tended to attract the wrong sort of attention. He'd never made any for himself; he grasped the concept, it wasn't complex, but he preferred to leave that responsibility to Jerry. At heart, he was a survivor just like his maker, and baby vampires were not ideal for survival.

Seeking out other vampires was only marginally safer, but he couldn't resist. Humans could be amusing for a time, but they'd never truly understand. He'd caught the scent and trailed it to the bar, moving easily through the crowd of humans before his gaze fell on her. Easy to tell which one didn't have a heartbeat. "Hey." A return nod and an easy smile as he rested an elbow on the bar. "Buy you a drink?"

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David wasn't the sort of person who liked to be alone for long periods, but it was unavoidable at times. While his maker also preferred a family, vampires in groups tended to attract the wrong sort of attention. He'd never made any for himself; he grasped the concept, it wasn't complex, but he preferred to leave that responsibility to Jerry. At heart, he was a survivor just like his maker, and baby vampires were not ideal for survival.

Seeking out other vampires was only marginally safer, but he couldn't resist. Humans could be amusing for a time, but they'd never truly understand. He'd caught the scent and trailed it to the bar, moving easily through the crowd of humans before his gaze fell on her. Easy to tell which one didn't have a heartbeat. "Hey." A return nod and an easy smile as he rested an elbow on the bar. "Buy you a drink?"

~ @allthedamnvampiresx / @grimmusings || Liked for a vampire starter || From Magdalena ~

Finding other vampires always made Magda wary. Mostly because her experience prior had been marriage to one of the world's most infamous vampires in a relationship that was the definition of the word 'toxic'. She'd found solace in Alina, her fellow bride, but other than that other vampires made her uneasy. She knew she shouldn't tar them all with the same brush but she couldn't help it.

Therefore, when the door of the bar opened and she caught the familiar scent of a fellow vampire, her defences immediately rose. Eyes followed him as he moved closer to her. No doubt he'd have caught onto her too. She tried to summon every bit of self-assurance that she could manage before she nodded at him. "Hello."

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KIEFER SUTHERLAND as DAVID THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. Joel Schumacher

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