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WHO: Cy and Kara
WHERE: Somewhere in Heropa
WHEN: 6/21; night
WHAT: Cy's hunting and gets caught
WARNINGS: Blood, bunny death, language

Cyril absolutely hated the blood substitute the government had given him. Sure, he tried to stomach it but it was absolutely terrible, even when mixed with other things. It worked when he was too tired or had no luck with a hunt but it wasn't the same as the real stuff or even the fake stuff created back home. Even that tasted better than what he was given here, then again it was created by vampires for vampires and not by humans. Sure he could feed on humans but due to his own personal experiences he hated to feed on the unwilling.

So he took to hunting stray animals, just as he had told Kanaya he would. It was pretty easy to catch them most nights but he found he was never quite satisfied after feeding. He grew hungrier faster and had to either hunt again or force himself to drink that swill he'd been given.

Tonight was one of his hunting nights. He always waited until after dark, usually slipping off to somewhere out of the way, where he wouldn't get caught (or so he hoped). He wasn't having the best luck with anything large tonight. He could only guess that the animals were wising up around the city, before long he'd either have to move further out or try another city to feed. The best he had managed was a rabbit, which squealed and squirmed until he managed to get his fangs in it. Only then did it calm, partially due to his venom and partially due to the shock.

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Kara doesn't really have all that much of a schedule, but most nights she finds a bar to while away a few hours before either heading home alone, or with company. Tonight is one of the night's she's alone, walking back to her apartment with a cigarette between her lips, and listening to the sounds of the city.

Which is probably how she hears the rabbit squealing, recognizing it from when Rebecca hunts close to the house. Her first thought betrays her by wondering if it might actually be Rebecca who's responsible for some poor rabbit's fate, but she quickly pretends that thought never happened.

Still, it's out of place enough that she goes to investigate, following the source of the sound until she comes upon Cyril and his meal.

"Are you eating a fucking rabbit?" So much judgement in her tone; at least Rebecca only eats rabbits while in fox form.

So sure of not getting caught Cy didn't bother moving after catching his meal. Every new vampire makes mistakes, which is why they die early, but he's still surprised. The strangled sound of an animalistic growl and a yelp escapes him as he gives a slight jump. Immediately after he hunches forward, trying to hide his meal either on predatory "I'm not sharing" instinct or straight up guilt.

It takes him a moment to compose himself, face shifting back to normal as his fangs recede. He makes an attempt at getting the blood off his face before raising his head to look at the woman, eyes catching the light like a cat's.

"I, uh... Yes? I mean, no. I... Fuck."

If Kara is concerned by any of what's happening, she doesn't show it, just stands there smoking while she waits for him to compose himself. Though the look of judgement doesn't leave her face.

"Dude, I don't give a shit about whatever you've got going on, but - a rabbit? Have some self respect," It's probably some poor kid's lost pet, for fuck's sake.

Now that he was calm he could feel that feeling in his stomach that he got around other supernaturals, as if he was going to be sick. He relaxed a bit because it meant she was less likely to go telling people he was feeding on poor little animals. But that also meant she could be something terrible and that didn't help Cy feel any better.

"Maybe I was gonna make stew?" He stared at her for a moment before looking back down at the rabbit. It was barely hanging on but he knew it wouldn't make it. One quick motion and he snapped it's neck before rising to stand with the now dead rabbit held by it's ears. "Or maybe it's a gift for my roommate?" Those sounded like plausible reasons, right?

"Trust me, your roommate doesn't want a dead rabbit," They don't make good gifts, Kara knows this from experience whenever Rebecca feels like she needs to apologize for something.

She idly taps ash from the end of her cigarette and steps a little closer, trying to get a proper view of him without startling him. If it comes to a fight, fine, whatever, but she'd rather avoid it, "I ain't human, you don't have to worry about me getting weird about whatever you're doing with that."

"You don't know that. Dude is probably used to feasting on rabbit." He's roommates with what is basically a being out of one of his fantasy books from back home. He would probably love some good roasted rabbit or something. Not that Cy's ever skinned (or anything for that matter) and cooked a rabbit before. But he could sure as hell try.

"Yeah, I know." He hadn't placed who she was yet. He's never been very good at recognizing voices or faces that he wasn't paying a lot of attention to before. But, boy, is he ever paying attention to her now. "No just gotta worry about you getting all judgey, apparently.

"You killed it wrong if you're planning to cook it," It's been a while since she's had to hunt and prepare rabbit, but she's done it before, even if she doesn't actually like rabbit.

"And you're eating a rabbit raw, I'm allowed to judge. If you're a shifter at least do it in animal form," Basic 'eating small animals' etiquette right there.

He looked down at the rabbit again with a confused expression. There was a right way to kill a rabbit? See, this was why he wasn't much of a hunter.

"I wasn't eating it." There was only the puncture wounds from his fangs, not that she could tell from where she stood. "And I'm not a shifter." Okay, yes there was shifting of the face involved when vampires got their feed on but that was just the demonic blood coming to the surface.

If he's not eating it, her next guess is a fairly easy one, "Vampire?"

They're one of the more common creatures back home, and one of the most 'popular' with humans, something that Kara's always found a little bit weird. But she doesn't seem worried about the potential he is a vampire; she can take those.

His gaze snapped back to her, mouth working silently for a moment as if he was chewing on his words. She was familiar with his kind so was she from home or some world similar to home? And what the hell was she? That driving him a bit crazy.

"Yeah, just not so loud. I don't need people knowing." His gaze went back to the rabbit before he sighed and tossed it aside, somewhere where it wouldn't be so easily found by a person that wasn't digging around but perfect for some other animal to come along and pick at it if it wanted.

"And what are you?"

"There's just me," Her hearing isn't any better than a normal humans, but she's got a good awareness of what's around her most of the time, and she'd know if there was someone lurking by.

As for what she is, "Valkyrie. Why aren't you feeding on people?"

Sure, there are some vampires that refuse to feed on people, but they're few and far between.

He didn't care if there wasn't anyone else around or not he just wanted to be safe.

His brows go up when she says what she is. Valkyries are a thing in his world, aside from myth, so he's certainly interested to know more. "That's neat. We don't have your kind back home. At least, I don't think so."

Ah, why wasn't he feeding on people? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he rolled his head back to look up at the sky. "That's kind of a long story that will probably bore you and make it sound like I'm trying to throw a pity party."

"There's not a lot of us," At least not wandering around Earth, so she wouldn't be surprised if this guy had never met one. A lot of creatures back home didn't know she existed.

"Let's skip it, then," Pity parties are the last thing she cares about, "Is that actually satisfying, or are you a ticking time bomb?"

That's what she cares about, although it doesn't matter so much here, but it's instinct by this point, to make sure one person doesn't fuck it up for the rest of them

"Ah." He nodded slowly before glancing back toward where he'd tossed the rabbit. Was he satisfied with that tiny bit of blood? Hell no he wasn't. Animal blood just didn't do it for him like human blood or the fake stuff back home. It helped but he was always hungry faster.

"I drink the fake shit they give us, too." His gaze dropped to his hand, noticing a bit of blood there he raised it to lick it clean.

He was a ticking time bomb though, it didn't matter if he was full or not. If someone was bleeding around him there was always the possibility of him going into a frenzy and potentially killing someone but he was risking it more by not feeding properly.

She lets out a huff of breath that sounds more like a sigh than anything, "You sound young."

It's... not necessarily an insult, and it's really just a guess, but it always seems like the younger ones who cling to morals and don't just take what they need. It's not that she wants everyone going around murdering humans, but she doesn't see the point in getting hung up morals when it'll likely cause more harm than good.

He scowled at her observation. "It's only been a few months." He had decently good control all things considered. Then again, his Sire wasn't taking any chances with losing Cy so he'd pretty much beat the control into him. Although he still had the impulse to do something stupid all too often.

"Oh for fuck's sake," That's younger than she expected, and it's unfortunate, because she's always had the tiniest soft spot for the ones that are new to this, who haven't had centuries to get used to it.

This time, when she sighs, it doesn't sound quite so annoyed just resigned for what she's about to do, "Can you feed on other supernatural creatures?"

Cy was certainly lost with his new "gift" and no Sire around to keep an eye on him. Then again, he really didn't like his Sire so it was for the best.

He blinked at her, mouth opening just a fraction. Was she offering? It sounded like an offer. "I...uh, yeah. But..." He's not sure if it was the best idea. What would Valkyrie blood even do to him? Some supernaturals' blood burned or had strange effects on vampires, or so he'd been told.

"If you're worried about self-control, don't," She'll stop him when she has to, though she does understand the unspoken concern, which is why she asked in the first place.

And why she's pulling a small knife from her boot to cut a line into the back of her arm; once there's enough blood on the knife, she offers it to Cyril, "Try it."

"That's no--" He started to respond until he realized what she was up to. He quickly looked away so the sight of the blood didn't trigger his hunger, unfortunately the blood on the knife being offered did. The smell caught his attention quickly, gums aching as his fangs started to release, face beginning to twist into something more demonic.

With a growl he forced himself to not move, plunging his hand into his pocket for the silver chain he had recently taken to carrying with him. Grasping it tightly but not removing his hand form his pocket. There was a soft his of pain as the silver burned his flesh but it was enough for him to regain control.

He released the chain only once he was sure he would be okay then reached out with his shaky uninjured hand to take the knife from her. He carefully licked the blood from the knife, half expecting it to burn him (or something worse) only to find it pleasant. It was similar to human yet obviously different, which he figured he should have expected, all things considered.

"Not bad." An attempt at playing it cool.

Her posture shifts almost imperceptibly, her grip on the knife changing just enough that she can drive it into him easily, if she has to. He's got even less control than she expected, which is troubling if he's running loose in the population, but she doesn't strike just yet, waiting to see if he can get a hold of himself.

Once he does, she doesn't relax, but she does hold her hand out for the knife, the wound on her arm already fading to nothing more than a thin red line. As soon as the knife is back in her hand, she'll offer her other wrist to him, "If you can't stop yourself, I will."

He stared at her wrist for a moment, unsure if he would take her words as a threat or not. He did so good with Chilton even when he was on the verge of a frenzy but he hadn't nearly starved himself before that point.

His tongue passes over his lips before he takes in a deep breath. He takes her wrist and lowers his head. It takes only a fraction of a moment for his shift to happen when he lets it and then his fangs dig into her arm. He's careful about it, or as careful as he can be, trying not to hit tendons and to be gentle about it. Of course, any pain is momentary unless she happens to immune to the venom that's supposed to make things feel good. The effects vary from person to person, some simply feel relaxed while others can find themselves feeling aroused or anything in between the two states.

The moment her blood fills his mouth he lets out a groan and grabs her wrist a bit more tightly. Just that little bit and he'd already lost himself to his hunger.

While not completely immune to toxins, her metabolism is better at handling them than a human's - it's why her bar tab is so high - so his venom doesn't affect her too badly, just enough that she's aware of it. She's kind of curious about it, but now isn't exactly the time for questions, so it'll just be filed away for some later point.

Her focus for the moment is on herself and how the blood less feels, gauging exactly how much she can lose before it'll start to get bad. More than a human can, and it won't take her long to recover, but she'd rather not get to the point where she's so weak she can't handle a fight.

After a little while, she speaks up, "Enough." And if he doesn't stop, he's going to find a hand in his hair yanking his head back and a knee in his gut, but she'll give him a moment to try to pull away himself.

Questions could be answered, maybe. There was a lot Cy still didn't understand about himself and vampires in general.

Her voice cut through the haze but he still found it difficult to pull back, even if he was more full than he'd felt in weeks. He did manage to withdraw his fangs during the time she gave him but he didn't pull back. Instead his tongue worked over the little wounds to close them, even if she could heal quickly it was the polite thing to do.

As soon as the fangs are out, she pulls her wrist away, the movement surprisingly gentle for her, in part because she knows making sudden, sharp movements aren't a good idea. But she doesn't need him to close the wounds for her, instead just taking a step back and wiping her wrist on her shorts.

"Feel better?"

Cy blinked and stared at the ground for a few moments. His mind took a few moments to process her taking away her wrist before he could close up the wound, that hunger fog wasn't quite gone.

After a moment he took a deep breath and slowly stood upright, tongue going after any blood around his mouth as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Much. Thank you." He was already starting to look healthy, living even, thanks to the fresh blood.

"You're gonna need more than fake shit and animals," The fact he looks so much better after a single feed just confirms what she'd been suspecting anyway, "Does it need to be fresh?"

Stealing from blood banks is practically a vampire tradition.

Cy pulled a face when asked about it needing to be fresh. It didn't and he knew full well where she was going with that question. "It doesn't." He'd just have to drink more coffee or some other hot drink to keep his body appearing alive.

But that didn't change the fact he was against raiding blood banks. That might have been what they did back home before the fake stuff came about but it seemed so very wrong to him.

"Then find a hospital to get some from," She drops the butt of her cigarette on the ground and gets out a new one to light, "Better than drinking from fucking lost pets and ending up killing someone when you get too hungry."

Vampires always make such messes.

"I'm not going to steal from a blood bank or a hospital or whatever. That's just wrong." He'd sooner starve than steal his feed.

He watched her pull out a new cigarette and scowled. Why had he left his smokes at home? Watching her was making him jones.

Since she's not a total jerk, once her cigarette is lit she holds out the pack in offering, if he wants one.

"You're seriously gonna have a moral argument about this shit?" Morals are the worst.

Cy eyed the pack for a moment before taking one then either let her light it or took the lighter to light it for himself. He seemed to relax a bit after taking a long drag.

"It's not about morals about... It's just..." He let out a growl and shook his head. "I'm not a fucking thief."

He can have the lighter to use himself; Kara isn't a fan of lighting other people's cigarettes.

"So it's a pride thing," That's almost as bad as it being a morality thing.

He took another drag, enjoying it for a moment before responding. "It's not really pride...it's just. I don't know. Humans need that blood. I do fine on animals." He had deluded himself into believing that but now he knew better.

Feeding off Chilton had been a necessity at the moment, he hadn't been on the verge of starving he'd just lost too much blood. Any other time he didn't feel like he needed human blood to keep healthy. But after feeding on Kara, even if she wasn't human, he knew how wrong he was but he couldn't admit it. So, yes, it was a pride thing but he wasn't about to admit that either.

"They can't use that blood after a week or so, steal the old shit," If he can drink bagged blood, she doubts the expiry date on it will matter all that much. And it solves his problem without needing to fuss about morals or pride or whatever the fuck it is.

Well that was something he hadn't thought about. Then again he's not a medical major, technology is his thing.

"I, uh, guess that would work." He still didn't like the idea of stealing but if it couldn't be used there was no point it being thrown away. Maybe he could mesmer some nurses or doctors or whoever into helping him out.

"Don't your lot look after each other?" Some groups are more tight knit than others, in Kara's world, but she's used to vampires sticking together. They have to police each other so that the Council doesn't send people like Kara to do it.

And it seems like this guy's been left to figure shit out on his own.

"Well, yeah, which is why we have artificial blood that doesn't taste like shit." He paused to take a drag from his cigarette. "Then again, I have this crazy ass mother fucker for a sire who I'd rather not have anything to do with. Him or his group." Lucky him, he didn't have to deal with either in this world.

"Your sire," She says the word like it tastes bad on her tongue, "You seriously do that fucking shit?"

Kara not every world is like yours, stop being judgmental.

"What else am I supposed to call him? My Maker? Father? If he'd have it his way lover would be what I call him." Cy snorted, lip curling up in a sneer.

"I'm thankful I was given a second chance but fuck the man."

"How about 'the asshole who turned me'?" The idea of calling someone a sire just leaves a bad taste in her mouth, because to her it implies ownerhship and debt and just a lot of gross shit, "

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