It was a studied and practiced art to maintain his drunken mummery with the knowledge that his quarry would soon strike, but maintain it he did, staggering a step forward before a pair of infernally strong hands seized him from behind.

He hated this part, hated it with every fibre of his being; the vampire’s ‘kiss’ caused most to enter a sort of euphoric fugue as they succumbed to the feeding – only the most careless leech took more than the victim could afford to lose, but it was never a certain thing. For him, though, all he could feel was the wrongness of the act, the touch of a profane thing feeding on sacred life’s blood arousing only disgust and, inevitably, anger.

As the creature draw him back against itself and forced his head to the side, he allowed it to happen, though he hissed through his teeth when the creature’s own pierced his skin, sending spittle flying in fine spray.

He knew what would follow, what had always followed in those few times he had allowed himself to be bitten like this. As his blood touched the undead fiend’s lips, he waited for the first stirrings of the screech which began to tear from the creature and then drove his head back, hard, shattering the vampire’s nose with a satisfying crunch; there was little blood, as there might have been with a man, the foetid ichor of the fiend a congealed, unliving mass.

As the creature staggered backwards, less from the blow and more from the searing pain spreading through its face, Gideon reached within his coat and pulled one of the wooden stakes from its hidden holster.

With a, literally, smouldering countenance, the vampire hissed again and spat at him, his own blood dripping from the creature’s blistering mouth; another Gift of his condition, neither his flesh nor his blood would offer succour to any such being, serving only pain and ruin instead. It clamped a hand over the ruin of its face, growling. “What the bloody hell are you?”

So nice to see you

Hello voda

mmmmm good

Walking in with a huge smile

Hi mona kissing Your cheek
May i have a Don Julio 1942 Cadillac Margarita please

taking a stroll

* clocks in*

Some would say it foolish to hunt a vampire at night, and he would agree – did, in fact, forbid his hunters from doing so unless it was absolutely imperative to preserve life at the moment it happened. It was far safer to take them unawares, sleeping the sleep of the dead, during daylight hours.

But that required a knowledge of who the creature was, what its habits were, and where, indeed, it rested during the day. It relied on finding that hidden lair, overcoming whatever guardians lay in wait, and ending the fiend as it slept.

The older creatures, he knew, kept elaborate demesnes, with mortal servants and protectors to keep watch over them during their hours of daylight vulnerability. From the reports on the attacks the had so far, he knew this creature, the one stalking him now, to be young; impetuous in its feeding habits, where the old did so seldomly, or instead, fed upon their own kind. A young leech could pass its daylight hours in any place, and would have taken them too much time to uncover.

So he was bait instead, bait in a trap of his own making, and as he heard the scuff of a leather sole on the cobbles very near behind him, he knew it had been sprung.

Join me in room Myguest, password sugar . Acknowledge and I will erase

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**In a small cove and on a beach, just south of the Port of Kamras**

Still here...

...Walking up from the water bare chested and carrying a spear and a bucket full of fish, the Thassa inlet is still calm and clear so I decided to go spearfishing .. It was a good time , and of coarse although other Raiders tried as well , I am the best at it , as this has been a plentiful bounty indeed..

Climbing up from the bank, to the rocky cliff, I set the bucket by the supply tent and go to wash myself off with a bucket of fresh water and a rep..

I see the men have returned from where I sent them and the camp is mostly picked up and about ready to go..

We will soon be moving across the Plains and on to the next step in my plan..

i've been interested all along honey. Haven't you noticed? giggles
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Lord Borthwick’s Close

He had staggered his way down the length of Fleshmarket Close, his shoddy cane tapping along the cobblestones to support his supposedly drunken self as he went. Turning onto Cockburn Street, he weaved his way along – the crowds here still too prevalent, even at this hour, so he meandered his way along onto the High Street – the Royal Mile – and paused to lean against one of the granite building frontages as if he needed to sober himself enough to continue on.

So, acting the part of a man well in his cups, he stumbled his way up the road until reaching the archway of Lord Borthwick’s Close. The sensation of being stalked was still with him, so he knew he had the creature’s attention, and so made a show of peering into the claustrophobically narrow, poorly-lit close as the pathway descended down into darkness, the alleyway so narrow that it was possible to touch both sides without much stretching out of the arms.

He stepped forward, the walls of buildings along either side of the close towering for many stories overhead – the first high-rise buildings in all of Europe, thanks to the Flodden Wall which had surrounded the Old Town and forced the canny Scots to build upwards when they could not build out, fearing an attack by the ransacking English armies. A final attack, as it happened, which never came.

His drunken charade continued as he moved, even bumping into and bouncing off of one of the walls before first swearing under his breath and then breaking into bemused, drunken laughter. As that laughter echoed along what was effectively a man-made stone canyon, he raised his voice and affected a rendition of the bawdy song, The Ball o' Kirriemuir, with a joy and gusto that only the truly blootered could produce.

All the while he knew the danger he was in now, within this close, with the exit still far in the gloomy distance and no escape beyond back the way he had come. It was the perfect place for an ambush, which is exactly why he had chosen it.

She is beautiful, and wow what a gurlcock!

Rehearsals
It was the round of scandalous 'Ooooh!'s that just happened to coincide with her arrival, something that threw a blanket of unexpected warmth into the afterparty.

And of course many of them did indeed decide to dress up but god damn, the two leaders of the company looked like a set of models. Brand ambassadors. If they were creatures out of high fantasy, they'd be Hot Elementals.

Holly couldn't help the flash of pink that bloomed all over as she joined the others in clapping, celebrating such a moment of elation between Leo and Elodie, like the high-point in an artistic fairy tale, almost like it deserved its own meta story, a stageplay about the making of a stageplay, uh—hey isn't that the premise of The Producers?

Oh, if Holly ever falls into some spare money she's definitely throwing it at one of those.

It was just pleasant springtime rainstorm inside of her right now, one of those rare showers that occurs while the sun is still shining, warmer than chill and disorienting all the same as she vacillated between answering the approach of cast and crew and a few people she didn't recognize all giving her congratulations, interspersed with her split focus not quite grasping just how much attention she was paying to Leo Sterling and Elodie Stone together, like…

…like an image of an alternate universe where—Oh god they're coming this way.

"Oh my god I had so—" Holly tilted forward to meet Elodie's hug tight, perhaps a little surprisingly so like a physical confession of the nothing she felt so nervous about, oh wow she was reminded of just how short she was by comparison, chin tilted up a bit so she's not powdering your black top. "SO much fun, thank you! I mean 'It takes a village', right? The entire company made a mission out of it, I'm seriously humbled…"

She was still vibrating, positively gulping for air between words and phrases of quiet thanks between the people who bumbled by.

"I can't even begin to imagine the kind of relief you guys must be feeling right now, like I mean sure we all had a lot of confidence going into it but now that a show is done and passed, proof of concept sealed and cemented, like that secures this thing's future, huh? And I think every single seat was filled out there, not that I really got a good look from the stage…"

Her eyes glimmered between Elodie and Leo in an open gesture, palms up with her clutch on her elbow. "You guys look stunning, by the way. Hollywood what? Broadway where? Bring that shit to The City, am I right?"

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He enters...looking a bit bedraggled,.>

I don’t suppose I could interest you in a dirty cis girl?

Thanks!