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Dust of the Fathers

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The brick corner shop had been painted black to match the similarly colored awnings and curtains that hid the contents inside from view. The black metal door was shadowed even on the brightest day in LA, but at night the only indication there was a door there at all was the gold doorknob that sparkled like a jewel from the shadows. Gabriel had done it out of sheer amusement, aiming to darken the happy little street where he'd bought the property that now housed his morbid collection straight from horror movie sets. The stores on either side were name brand material things which made the black pop out all the more.

The only signage outside were the scripted name at the square awning top that covered the door done in gold to match the door handle. 'Curious?' The point of the question mark had been brought to a downward point, reminiscent of a vampire fang and it was the only angle in the overly loopy script that made the word nearly incomprehensible to the generations used to seeing generic prints on electronic screens. Inside the lack of color continued, but anyone who was familiar with the owner knew he often stepped into his store and chuckled to himself at how overdone it was. Gold veined black marble made up the empty expanse of floor, the wallpaper, or what could be seen of it, was matte black, not flashy enough to take away from the multitude of shelves, tables, and picture frames set against or onto it.

Jewelry made of real bones, tiny skeletons in various class cases, deceased bats in shadow boxes, whole animals floating in jars... There were several overlarge picture frames facing a wall and moving them aside to look would show various exotic animals skins ranging from white tiger skins, monkey pelts, Lion hide - mane still attached, and a few more. Another glance around the shop would reveal skulls of the animals set high up out of the way, signs in flowing script prompting them to speak with the manager for inquiry on the full skeleton.

Looking up, various charms made of hair and bone hung from the ceiling. One particular one had a raven in it, the rope of hair wrapped securely around it's neck, beak pointed skyward and opened slightly from its last scream. Its wings were outstretched, though slightly bent as if it were fleeing from horror below. Charms hung from its splayed claws, stones and shiny objects still in the hushed shop air. The smell of old death that often came with the items in the shop were present, but there was also something else. Blood, both fresh and old, as well as a large furred animal, and a tinge of acid. It ended with a musky note, the smell of a lightly applied cologne.

Along the back length of the wall stood a hip high glass case from one wall to the other filled with the more valuable, but no less macabre items. A human skull set with precious and semi-precious gems, a whole human hand laid delicately on a silk pillow, old looking daggers with the gold scabbards polished until it reflected anything that peered into it. The only hint of modern technology that graced the dark and morbid shop was a black cased ipad that served as the cash cash register. It sat on a gold stand in a hollow of the counter where it was partially hidden. A small golden bell sat on the counter proper, easily accessible to call for attention from whomever was hiding behind the black velvet curtains that hit the back room from view. Nothing had a price tag on it.

Soft music played in the background, barely a sound out of the hidden speakers. The beat was slow, but if one had the proper hearing the goth metal was clear as the bell that announced the door opening whenever someone entered or exited the establishment. The lighting in the shop was dim, thanks to the blackout curtains covering the two large windows on either side of the corner store. Nothing overhead, but sconces at intervals along the wall with low wattage bulbs.

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 Sep 05, 2016 #2
The City of Angels. Never had a city's name so completely misrepresented itself. Beckett had been here nearly a month and already, he despised it. Alas, Beckett was not here by choice.

The ruling had been painfully clear; he had upset the wrong person and was under sentence of death. If he were ever to set foot on British soil again, then he would be hunted down and executed in the most painful, drawn out way that the London Council could think of. As Beckett had spent a considerable amount of time handling the Council's disciplinary measures, he had a pretty good idea how imaginative they could be.

He'd stowed away on board a cargo vessel, hiding during the day and feeding on the crew by night. A little bit of blood taken here and there whilst the crew slept went a long way, with nothing more than a spot of lethargy come the morning and maybe a tale or two of nightmares involving shadowy figures in their cabins. No permanent harm done.

The voyage took ten nights from Liverpool to New York. Once there, it was a simple feat to stow away on board a cargo plane. He didn't even bother to check the destination, except that it was somewhere in the US. When he woke up, he was being unloaded at LAX. All he had to do was wait until the noises around him had subsided, then he broke the nails holding his crate closed, kicking his way out.

So here he was, stuck in Los Angeles. Ordinarily, he would have presented himself to the LA Council, but in his predicament, he could not risk his identity being discovered. For all he knew, someone from the London Council had already tipped off the larger American Councils. Going underground had its own risks, with the potential to piss off the LA Council as well as the London, but after weighing the issues, Beckett decided that it was the safer option.

For the first few nights, Beckett kept a low profile, staying only one night in each place at a time, until he could find a safe place to nest on a more permanent basis.

Beckett was a thin man, his face looking almost gaunt, a stark reminder of his last few years as a human. Like most white British vampires, his skin was deathly pale, yet he had been so even before his change. His hair was jet black, cropped short and still neat, even though he had been living rough for so long.

With his clothing starting to look shabby, Beckett was forced to resort to petty thievery just to get enough cash for a change of clothes. Rather than choosing his usual well tailored suit, he opted for a plain and nondescript black jacket and trousers, with a simple white button shirt. Nothing to stand out, but right now, he preferred that.

Beckett walked down the shopping street, yet his eye was not for bargains, but people. If he could find the right victim, he'd be able to find himself a convenient place to hide for a time. Of course, now that he had set himself with a task, it seemed to be almost impossible. If he saw a person he thought fitted the bill, he pretty soon discovered that they were far too sociable to be the right sort of target.

Feeling more than a little irritated, he paused, noticing a small, strange looking shop. Working on stereotypes alone, perhaps the person who shopped there might be the sort of person he would be looking for. Forcing aside his irritation, Beckett opened the door and walked inside.

The moment he stepped inside, he realised that there was someone there who was not strictly human. Not human at all. Blood, not from a vampire though, that much was a relief. He moved through the aisles, gazing at the different items on offer. Tourist stuff, mostly. He raised an eyebrow at some of the taxidermy, was all of that strictly legal? Endangered species and the like. Who was it who ran such a store?

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 Sep 05, 2016 #3
The shop bell pulled Gabriel out of his research session, tired eyes pulled away from his computer screen to glance up at the bank of monitors, hidden digital cameras showing him a complete view of the shop from multiple angles. Studying the lone figure for a moment, Gabriel took in the physical looks and compared it silently to his normal patronage. LA had a large counter culture in residence and his little shop made good money that he in turn funneled into his sanctuary, his real job. Quirking his lips, he rubbed at his stubble chin before pushing his medium length hair back, grooming himself to look a tab more presentable.

His entrance to the shop was announced by little more than the whisper of moving velvet, his dress shoes silent against the marble floor. "Let me know if you have any questions." Gabriel greeted, his voice as hushed as the room its self. His dark dress clothing would have blended perfectly if not for the tiny orange primate clinging desperately to his chest and leaving it's hair stuck to him in various places. One of Gabriel's arms had taken permanent residency under the baby orangutan, giving support to the grasping feet and diapered bottom. He didn't move far into the shop, choosing to settle both him and his charge into the hidden stool behind the counter.

His thin face and dark eyes gave the appearance of many sleepless nights and not enough food, but his lean body was strong, forearms exposed by the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt showing he was no stranger to heavy lifting. Or, as the baby on his chest would suggest, wrestling with strong animals. The blood/fur/acid/cologne scent was stronger now that Gabriel was seated within the walls of his store, but it was joined by the primate he carried. Milk, primate musk, remnants of soap from an earlier bath, and mango mush.

Normally he wouldn't bring an animal here, but Gabriel hadn't been given much choice after he'd rescued Annisa. She'd had some typical white American name, but Gabriel had found it appalling and called her something more indicative of where she's come from. Less then two years old, Annisa had been touch starved when he'd gotten to her and she'd immediately clung to him and refused to let go. It had taken the better part of two weeks to calm her down and now they were in the last stretches until an orangutan rescue worker came to take her to a more appropriate sanctuary in Indonesia. Gabriel was both glad and disheartened to see her go. On one hand she would be among other orangutans, but on the other he'd gotten quite attached to the baby.

Turning on the ipad simply to give himself something to do, the shop keeper pulled up the register program that would allow him to take plastic cards in lieu of cash. His nose flared slightly as he pulled the air in, he unconsciously scented the new customer to gauge and identify.

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 Sep 06, 2016 #4
Beckett turned as he heard the figure enter, noting how little sound their footsteps made on the hard floor. Even before he caught sight of the shop assistant, Beckett knew this was the source of the shop's interesting scent.

Even when the man came into view, Beckett realized that he had absolutely no clue what he really was. A werewolf, perhaps? Yet every single pack that Beckett had ever heard of, admittedly all British wolves, were rather shadowy, insular creatures that wouldn't be seen dead near a city.

By now, the man, whatever he was, would already know what Beckett was. He'd been told on more than one occasion that a vampire carried a particular scent, a whiff of death and decay. Some, sensitive sorts, found this scent almost unbearable, yet most barely even noticed it. Of course, as a vampire, Beckett was blissfully unaware.

His eyes fixed briefly on the man's face before dropping to the baby orangutan that clung to him as if he were its mother. Maybe he was, Beckett thought with a small smile, given that he wasn't entirely sure of the man's species. Beckett's lips twitched into a faint smirk.

'Your next taxidermy project, I presume?'

Beckett's accent was clipped, English middle class. Those that could decipher the intricacies of English accents might be able to detect a hint of the west country, but it was well hidden at the best of times. Certainly, Beckett didn't expect anyone around here to notice.

'Forgive me, I am simply... killing time.' Beckett's smiled widened, knowing the weight of such a sentence on someone who knew what he was.

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 Sep 06, 2016 #5
Attention caught by the Vampire scent, Gabriel took another deep breath in until he could taste it on the back of his tongue. The sweet scent of decay, iron rich blood, and yet under that was the other's personal scent. Taking in another nose full, Gabriel locked his eyes on the Vampire to memorize face with smell. It was second nature to him by now, his brain and instincts heavily reliant on what something smelled like. The shop keeper felt it prudent to not mention that the normal scent of a Vampire made him hungry.

Free hand coming to protectively curl around the baby's back, Gabriel smiled all the same, amused by the question. "You presume wrongly, sir." He replied smoothly. "Taxidermy's only a side job. My real one is to save animals from stupid Humans." There was a note of derision in his voice, thoughts on the 'tender mercies' of Humans clear in that one sentence alone.

The English accent was a curious thing to Gabriel, not something he'd heard around here in The Community. The locals tended to be Native to the Americas, old blood here long before Christopher Columbus or the Spanish had set foot upon the soil. Idly, Gabriel wondered if this Vampire knew that no Vampire council had managed to set up shop in LA, The Community quickly nipping it in the bud before the European monsters could get a foothold. The West Coast was one of the last strongholds for the Natives against the invading preternatural that'd come to the New World looking for opportunity and territory.

"Mhmm." Gabriel agreed, dark eyes back lit for a brief instant as something Other peered out from behind his Human eyes. "You'll find many things to occupy yourself with here in LA." He announced, seeming satisfied with whatever he saw. The double meaning behind the words had not been lost on him, but he chose not to peruse the double meaning just yet. If this one was alone, he would, at worst, be seen as a scouter and be watched constantly. Especially if he stayed for any length of time. Gabriel couldn't imagine The Community having missed the arrival of a Vampire and already having him followed. "My name is Gabriel and welcome to LA in general and Curious in particular. See anything in here you like?"

He could come out ahead if he sold something to this Vampire. There were several outcomes for a European preternatural in LA, most of which boiled down to death or banishment. Selling something would mean he got money to feed his animals, or money and the item returned so that he could sell it again and get double the food. If the Vampire was allowed to stay, Gabriel could also get returned business. His shop was rather particular.


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 Sep 07, 2016 #6
Beckett raised an eyebrow, amused at the level of scrutiny he was getting. From the way the man looked at him, it seemed as if he were the only vampire in town.

The protective move to cradle the orangutan amused him still further. Why would he think he was interested in a mere morsel like that?

'I've not been here long.' Beckett smiled again. 'I'm sure I will certainly stay busy.'

Whether he would be running or hiding, Beckett knew that he would never be bored.

His eyes travelled around the shop briefly, but all he saw was clutter. Without a home to fill, who had a need for ornaments? Nothing there would benefit him.

'Perhaps another time.' He murmured softly, his gaze moving back to rest on the proprietor, Gabriel. 'When I am more settled.'

He paused for a moment, perhaps this was the perfect time to gather some important information about his new city.

'Mark Wilson.' Beckett lied smoothly. The name matched the passport he carried as well as the bank cards in his wallet. The real Mark Wilson was an unfortunately good looking bastard, having born more than a passing resemblance to Beckett. With a little encouragement, Wilson had given up his personal details. His address, full name, date of birth, national insurance number and bank account. No one would find his body, but thanks to a bit of effort, no one would miss his passing until Beckett had finished with his bank account.

He weighed his words carefully.
'I find myself on unfamiliar turf. Tell me, Gabriel, what factions run this city?'

He watched Gabriel intently; his reply, if any, would tell him much about both this man and the city he lived in.

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 Sep 08, 2016 #7
"Perhaps another time." Gabriel agreed easily, though the shop keeper was a little doubtful of a return trip. He had a feeling the newest preternatural resident would find himself very busy soon. Removing his hand from the protective guarding from the baby orangutan's back, Gabriel offered it in a friendly shake. "Nice to meet you, Mark Wilson." True name or not, it mattered little to Gabriel. Names had power, just like your shadow. Best watch out for yours because someone else might know how to take it from you.

Factions? Gabriel settled a little more onto his stool as he thought about that. Perhaps this one was completely ignorant about the pile of shit he'd just stepped in? Gabriel allowed the Vampire before him the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, The Community would not stay silent for long so there was little problem with divulging a bit of information. Then again, as first contact, they could task him with gaining information from this Vampire so a decision could be made about him.

"LA doesn't have a vampire council." He started off, dark eyes watching the Vampire before him as he started his tale. "When the European breeds came over, they, like their Human counter parts, pushed us West. Manifest Destiny." Gabriel waved a hand to encompass the whole area. "Before then, we were content in our tribes or by ourselves. After the invasion we were forced to band together and carve out territory so we wouldn't die off. Depending on the area, European breeds are either killed as soon as they're spotted or they're followed until their motives are made clear. LA is on of the latter, lucky for you." Pausing, Gabriel shifted the heavy baby against his chest.

"We fiercely defend the western coast from the northern part of Alaska down to the southern tip of Mexico. We have large pockets further inland, but that's mostly in Mexico around the Aztec and Mayan holy grounds. Some Beings are too old and stubborn to follow everyone else. Which is fine considering they've amassed enough power to instantly vaporize anyone foolish enough to challenge them." A sharp little smile passed over Gabriel's lips at some of the Beings he'd visited with his family as a child. "We have an alliance with the South American community, but they hardly need it." He shrugged a little.

"As a whole we're called The Community and here in LA we have a council of Beings who oversee everything. Tlahuelpuchi, you would call them a type of Vampire, Skin Walkers, Nimerigar, Mannegishi, Canotila, a lot like the Irish fair folk, Windego, and Chupacabra." There were many more, but those were the main Beings of interest when it came to the ruling body here in LA. "Quite a few of them have different names in other Native languages, so if you're planning on asking to stay, you should look them up and ask your designated sponsor." Really, it was just a nice term for babysitter.

"Here I'm supposed to encourage you to return East. Life is going to be a little difficult for you here if you decide to stay. Like our Human members, we're oppressed and marginalized by the Europeans who came over and 'civilized' the New World. In short, we hate the European breeds and would like nothing more then to see you go back to wherever you came from. Many of The Community will ignore you at best and attack you at worst." Gabriel paused only for a beat. "However, none will outright kill you until the council deems it necessary. Unlike popular opinion, we were never savages to kill indiscriminately." Pot shot. "You'll simply have to prove, continuously, that you're not like the others from Europe that we've been dealing with for hundreds of years." Gabriel stopped there, realizing that was probably the most he'd ever talked in one sitting to someone who wasn't family. His dad was going to be so proud.

(First link of Native creatures.)
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 Sep 10, 2016 #8
Beckett accepted the hand, shaking it firmly. If Gabriel had had any doubts as to his species, the cold feel of his skin would dispel them immediately.

No vampire council? Beckett tried to hide his surprise, yet he could not prevent the frown from betraying his feelings. The idea was utterly ridiculous, every major city had a council to keep the vampires in order. They did a pretty decent job of it, after all, their survival depended on it.

The way this man spoke, one would have thought that vampires were purely a species from Europe, like one of the plagues that settlers had brought with them. Beckett kept his derision to himself; he had travelled extensively over the years, as far afield as India and the Far East. Vampires were everywhere, even before the British Empire took hold, driving for as much territory as it could get its hands on. Everywhere there were humans, there were vampires thriving. Yet rather than call out this delusional werewolf, or whatever the hell he was, Beckett held his tongue.

His frown deepened as Gabriel listed the different beings that made up his Community, most of which Beckett had never heard of. Skin Walkers, he knew, were another term for were-creatures, but all the rest went right over his head. Chupacabra? Beckett doubted that he could even say that.

'Designated sponsor?' That sounded like something an addict would face when trying to pretend that they'd not been at the poison.

'You appear to tar me with the same brush as my ancestors. That is hardly fair.' Beckett shrugged, lying smoothly. 'I was only changed in 1904. Must you damn an entire race for the actions of the long dead?'

Of course, Beckett was considerably older, but he really did not want a potentially threatening person knowing his true strengths. He had indeed been around when the atrocities had occurred, but being in his homeland for most of that time made him very far removed from it.

Despite his lengthy speech, Gabriel's meaning was utterly clear. If he wanted to find sanctuary, Beckett was best moving on. If they would let him. Beckett had a strong feeling that he might have to fight his way out to even escape.

'Well, thank you very much for your summary. I found it most enlightening.'
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 Sep 10, 2016 #9
"Designated sponsor." Gabriel agreed with a nod of his head. "To make sure you're not doing anything you're not supposed to." With a Vampire, it would be mostly watching for whom the uninvited were feeding on and where they were staying during the day. Or providing them with a place to sleep so they could be kept an eye on, better. Depending on who was doing the babysitting. "The council will appoint one."

Quirking his lips at the outrage, Gabriel leaned back a little on his stool, amused and tired at the hypocritical outlook on life. "Long dead?" He asked curiously, crossing his other arm over the orangutan's back for comfort. "Interesting, considering some of the worst atrocities done to our people were by Vampires from Europe and their pets. The Vampires still live, sitting fat and comfortable on the land they stole from us." He blinked slowly, letting that sink in for a moment. "Nothing is long dead, people simply stopped hearing and talking about it."

Inclining his head at the thanks, Gabriel said nothing further. He'd done his part, now it was up to the Council to do his part. The Chupacabra simply hoped he was out of the line of fire when they did come looking for Mark Wilson. Hearing the bell ring as his shop door opened again, Gabriel took a deep breath in through his nose as new air rushed into the shop, carrying the new comers scent with it. Recognition had Gabriel sighing deeply. It was female, middle age, and accompanied by the smell of a properly tanned coyote pelt.

"Good evening, gentleman." She greeted the two, her long sleeved white shirt partially hidden by the skin in question. It draped over her shoulders, the coyote's head resting against the back of her own. It was a large skin, coyotes not anywhere near as small as media made them out to be.

Skin walker. Gabriel's mind said, almost seeing the magic crackle around her body. "Mia." Gabriel greeted the Native woman, his shoulders slumped. The Council had arrived. How long had this one been in LA? Usually it took a few days for anyone to actually approach the invader.

"Gabriel. It's nice to see you." Mia replied warmly, her hands planting themselves on her jean covered hips. "You never come to the meetings anymore. One would think you love your rescues more than The Community." It was a pointy statement. Mia turned towards the vampire, a curious, but guarded look on her face. "How much did Gabriel tell you?" She asked, a hard line of 'answer me' in her voice that had been missing when she'd been speaking to the shop owner.
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 Sep 11, 2016 #10
This situation was looking worse by the minute. A sponsor to watch his every move? Beckett found himself bristling at the very thought. The fact that it might be a compromise that might save his life just made it all the more infuriating.

Perhaps Gabriel did have a point. Although his own investments had been primarily based in Europe and the Far East over the years, there had been some gain from the new trade routes in the New World. To say he had benefited nothing from the European invasion was simply not true. Yet still, it was a viewpoint he was planning on sticking to.

He frowned at the sound of the bell ringing, turning to see who had entered. Once more, he wasn't entirely sure on the race of the woman who entered, but he guessed another type of werewolf. He glanced at the pelt covering her shoulders, was that some sort of relative?

It was clear that they both knew each other; Beckett had the immediate feeling that she was to do with this peculiar Community. Of course, her words confirmed that. Beckett sent a frown towards Gabriel, wondering if he had somehow summoned her.

'He told me some interesting things, indeed. I am still making my mind up whether I should stay here or make my way elsewhere.'
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 Sep 12, 2016 #11
Mia glanced over to Gabriel, silently demanding him to fill in the gaps the Vampire had left in his brief explanation. His short reply had told Mia many things about him, not many of them were good.

Gabriel read the order loud and clear and he rubbed his tired eyes. It was happening, his worst nightmare. "I gave a brief overview of Community History and gave a general outline of our lands." He replied, dropping his hand back down to the orangutan clinging to his chest. She was awake now, he had heard and felt her heart rate pick up as she'd turned her head to the side. "Then gave him names of the races on the council."

Nodding at the explanation, the Skinwalker meandered over to the extra large frames and leaned them back so she could see the skins within. "I have all night to wait for your choice." She told the Vampire, flipping through them slowly as she ignored the Chupacabra's audible groan. She wanted one of the cat skins, yet she knew that these would draw far more attention in LA than her coyote. There might be ways around it, but she wasn't a hundred percent about dropping that much money on something she couldn't use all the time.

Gabriel stood up from his stool as Annisa started making hungry noises, her arms coming up to tug at his hair. "I'll be right back." He stated as he suddenly had his arms full of wiggling orange fur and long arms. He walked into the back, leaving the Skinwalker and the Vampire alone. They would be fine, hopefully. Gabriel really hoped the Vampire didn't try to pull a runner. It would end badly as Council members themselves never traveled alone. That and he would be expected to help protect Mia if anything went down. It had been a while since he'd let himself out and his shop would have a lot of damage if he did.

Setting the frames back against the wall, Mia turned to look at the Vampire. "Everyone has secrets, a past." She told him, aware of her general mortality compared to the European creature in front of her. "We don't care what you did, or who you were before coming here. All we want to know is what your plans are, from this moment forward. This is our home, our territory and we will protect it fiercely from anyone trying to take it from us."

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 Sep 14, 2016 #12
Beckett resisted the urge to smile; from Gabriel's brief rundown, there had been so many unfamiliar terms and foreign species, he was pretty sure he'd be unable to reel it back correctly. Would there be a test? Of course, if he ended up staying, he'd have to do his research properly. His life might well depend on it.

He gave a thin smile as Gabriel left the room, amused at the ape's antics. A mother's work is never done, he thought to himself.

Feeling the woman's gaze on him, Beckett looked up, meeting her eyes steadily as he listened. Now, finally, there was something in this mess that was beginning to sound agreeable. If they would stick to their side of the bargain, that was. Sanctuary, that was what he really wanted.

'I am a man of simple tastes. I have a decent amount of self-control, I assure you. All I ask for is a small amount of hunting space. Grazing rights, if you will. I wouldn't even call it territory, per se. That would suggest I was the only one to use it. I don't mind sharing. You won't even notice I'm here. Not with the amount of gun crime this city has.'

Beckett's lip curled faintly in derision; he could imagine the situation, their community arguing at him for killing a victim when ten times that amount died regardless at the hands of their fellow men.

'Who knows? I might even be a benefit to your society.'

If they weren't already prejudiced against him.

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 Sep 15, 2016 #13
Mia listened to the Vampire, a flat look on her face. She was not impressed in the least and it showed. The mocking little smirk on his face and his last comment really got her teeth itching, though. "Of course." She said, simpering in faux humility. "We're going to be so much better now that a white man is here to show us how to live and behave." She was pissed at the pompous attitude she was getting from a nobody. "What ever would we have done without you coming here to teach us better?" She asked aggressively, eyes narrowed.

She had been about to give him free reign of LA for meals, just like the council gave Tlahuelpuchi and Wendigo, barring some restrictions and supervision from his sponsor, but now he wasn't going to get anywhere near that. A malicious little idea took root and even though it was going to anger Gabriel, it would be worth it in the end. "Your meals will come from Gabriel, who'll also be your sponsor." She stated firmly. Teach this white man that if he was going to stay here he would conform to them and not the other way around.

Mia's statement was met with a subvocal growl, more canine than Human that originated from the back. Gabriel appeared a moment later sans orangutan, his eyes a candy red that glowed in the dimness of the shop. "I do not agree to this." He stated, his voice dual toned. The second voice was an angry hiss, sounding more demonic than animal.

Mia met Gabriel's gaze straight on, her own eyes still narrowed in repressed rage. "Take it up with the council at the next meeting." She replied, uncaring of his feelings on the matter. She had been tasked to see this through and she had made her choice. "Call for a vote. We'll both present our reasoning and we'll see what is decided." It would take a week at least and until then, Mia's choice would stand.

Gabriel growled again, louder this time, before disappearing back behind the velvet curtain. There was nothing he could do right now to change her mind. Mia, turned back to the Vampire, her face and eyes as cold as the arctic. "Do you have any problems with my decision?" She asked bluntly, almost daring him to contradict her in some way. If it came down to a fight, Mia wasn't a fool, she knew she would probably die, but she wouldn't alone. There were Others outside as well as Gabriel in here with her and Chupacabra were very well known for their speed.

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 Sep 17, 2016 #14
Beckett scowled, a spark of anger flaring in his expression. It was gone in a second; he could not afford to lose his temper, even with upstart children that felt that they knew everything.

'Did I suggest I would be commenting on how you people live?' Beckett replied evenly. 'No? Other than your humans' penchance for shooting each other, but for that, I feel the statistics speak for themselves.'

Beckett frowned at Mia, the implications of her verdict sinking in. Unsurprisingly, Gabriel showed his displeasure and Beckett watched him with interest. Beneath his normal voice was another, the unmistakable tone of a demon. He stormed off and Beckett raised an eyebrow as he turned back to Mia. Definitely not a werewolf. Interesting.

'I have problems with your attitude.' He replied smartly. 'But I will abide by the decisions of your council.'

He glanced at the velvet curtain.
'Whether my sponsor will or not is another matter. I wasn't lying when I said I had some self control. However, there is a limit to this. I would rather to have control over my own feeding habits. It is not wise to allow a vampire to starve.'


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"Your allusion to your presence making us a better community was telling enough of your thoughts." Mia replied hotly. "Human violence aside." There was little that could be done about the gang violence in the area. The Community couldn't force their will on those who weren't part of their circle of influence. As much as they wish they could sometimes. Humans had to be groomed for a long while before they would be welcomed in and by that time, most were middle aged. "You might not comment on our lifestyles, but I have no doubts your thoughts will be less than pleasant for a while." Her own preconceived notions were showing, but she, like many of the faster aging races, grew up hearing tales of how they'd been treated during the Invasion.

"I will not allow you to stave." Gabriel replied, coming back with the orange furred baby. One arm was once again holding the orangutan up while the other was firmly holding onto a bowl full of pineapple and banana pieces. The primate in question was alternating between trying to take the bowl and eating from it, facing out toward the rest of the shop. By smell, one could clearly discern that a fresh diaper had also been put on. "I think it's time for you to go, Mia." Gabriel stated, fixing Huamn dark eyes on the Council member. His voice was firm and final and while he couldn't countermand her, Gabriel could thoroughly eject her from his shop if he wanted to.

Mia and Gabriel stood staring at each other for a long moment, Gabriel unwavering in his decision. Eventually, Mia nodded sharply before moving towards the door. Gabriel, wasting no more time now that a dubious decision had been made, met the Vampire's eyes. "I don't know much about Vampires." He stated, looking Mark over again. "I can get Human if you'd prefer as my blood is not. Do you wish to try mine or do I need to make a call to the blood bank?" The store owner sat back down on his stool, giving his arms a rest, but mostly to hold the bowl with both hands. Orangutans were notoriously strong, even children such as the one in his lap.
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Beckett laughed quietly, shaking his head.
'Forgive me for having some confidence in myself and my abilities.'

It was quite clear she had already made her mind up about him long before he had even opened his mouth. There was nothing he could have said to make it any different.

He looked up as his sponsor returned, his new best friend. He had reverted back to his original maternal carer persona, with no trace of the angry demon that was contained within. Beckett remained silent, stepping back out of the way of the battle of wills that raged before him.

Once Mia had departed, Beckett fixed his gaze on his sponsor, leaning against the shop counter.
'You're meant to be my sponsor, not my next meal.' Beckett chuckled, his smile seeming a little more genuine than before. 'I'm not sure that would be seen favourably by your council.'

He pausd, sizing Gabriel up for a moment before he continued.
'Although, I would be lying if I said I was not curious. You may have gathered, but you are the first example of your race that I have ever met.'

'I meant no slight earlier. About the dangers of a starving vampire. It was mostly for her benefit, not as an assumption that you would neglect your duties.'

He nodded towards the baby orangutan, wondering how long before it had succeeded in tearing the bowl of fruit out of its master's hands.
'I'm sorry that you've been lumped with me. Especially when your hands are already full.'

Literally. Beckett smiled impishly.
'I assure you; I am house trained.'

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 Sep 23, 2016 #17
"According to Mia's words, she wants me to feed you, literally." Gabriel replied, his fingers managing to keep hold of the bowl despite the orangutan's best efforts. "Feeding my blood to one who needs it isn't something new to me. I had a colony of Vampire bats that I fed for a short time." Then again he hadn't fed them from a bowl or a cup, they had nibbled on his toes and fingers as he'd sat in their enclosure.

Inclining his head at Mark's words, Gabriel wasn't surprised if he indeed was the first Chupacabra the Vampire had met. As far as he knew, they lived no other places except the West Coast of the Americas. Maybe some in Cuba, but he'd heard no tale of them there. Not with Western Influence there what it was. "You don't know me." Gabriel said with a dark curl of his lips. "I understand this and take no offense at your words, though I ask you speak more careful next time. It's taken be a long time to build my sanctuary's reputation and it's an easy thing to tarnish. Especially considering the nature of what I do."

Looking down when Annisa was nodded at, Gabriel took a moment to examine the top of her head. Indeed he did currently have his hands full with this one, but it was hardly permanent. Orangutans lived a very long time, almost as long as Humans, but their social requirements were far more than what Gabriel alone could provide. She'd stopped trying to take the bowl, but it would only last as long as there was food. "Today is Wednesday?" The Cabra asked more than stated, looking at the Ipad in front of him. "A representative from a sanctuary in Indonesia's arriving Saturday to come claim Annisa. She'll be taken with her Monday morning." If she passed Gabriel's inspection. He'd never been to Indonesia, but he'd heard good things about the sanctuary in question. He was suspicious by nature, however.

Eyes narrowing in amusement, Gabriel's lips revealed a thin row of white teeth as he smiled. "Cave trained?" He teased a little, thinking of the areas in his Sanctuary where he could stash Mark for sleeping. Gabriel didn't even think to take Mark to his apartment since most of his time was spent with the animals. Especially during the daylight hours. It was jarring to realize his ease with coming and going places had come to a screeching halt. Anywhere he went, he would have to take extra measures to ensure his new 'friend' came along. "I have an area that might suit. It would fit you absolutely. Depending on how you sleep. I kept bats for a time. Completely sun proof."

Gabriel frowned a little, thinking of all the lore he'd heard about European vampires and wondering how much of it was truth. "Do you sleep in a bed?" He asked bluntly. He hadn't wanted to ask about a coffin. While it would be ridiculously easy for him to acquire one in LA, it was something he was holding off until necessary. There were only so many things to be done with one. Sleeping vampires notwithstanding. "I also need an exact amount of blood you required per night. Or week, if you prefer. I'm going to have to figure out a feeding routine." Rubbing his cheek along Annisa's head, Gabriel blinked slowly. "Should I give up eating garlic?"

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 Sep 26, 2016 #18
'She said my meals will come from you, but she did not specify whether it would be from your veins, a blood bank or some poor bastard that you've dragged to my feet.'

He frowned, noting the admonishment.
'I will repeat that to no one else, I assure you.'

The sentiment struck a chord with Beckett and his expression hardened for a moment. Obviously, the man ran an animal sanctuary and the notion that Beckett's words would hurt that business told him that Gabriel thought of him as being nothing more than the creature in his arms.

Beckett dismissed the insult, for now, choosing instead to focus on what Gabriel was saying. Frowning as he realised that he hadn't actually been aware of what day it was anymore; a product of living rough.

'Cave trained?' Beckett snorted at the obvious joke. Yet, after a moment, he realised that Gabriel was not joking. His smile faded, the icy grimace returning; he would not be treated like a mere animal.

'A cave is not acceptable. Ideally, I would prefer a basement. Failing that, a small room is fine. Windows can be covered. Running water. The ability to take a shower when I wanted one? A change of clothes?'

His current attire, although not what he was used to, wasn't too bad. He had used Mark Wilson's bank account to withdraw enough cash to buy himself some new clothes, but after a couple of weeks living rough, it showed. Wilson's account would not last forever; the man had hardly been rich and it might not be too long before someone reported him as being missing.

Beckett almost groaned at the questions; clearly, he had been lumped with a sponsor who had little clue what a vampire needed in order to survive.

'I have been known to sleep on a sofa, but yes, usually I use a bed.'

Of course, when times were desperate, he had been known to take some extreme measures, burying himself in the ground on more than one occasion.

'My blood need varies, depending on how much I have been exerting myself. Usually, I have a couple of pints every couple of nights, although in recent nights, I have been rationing myself. I prefer a live human being to feed from, so ideally, you could take me hunting? Bars and clubs are excellent places to start.'

He doubted that Gabriel would oblige, but it was worth at least mentioning it.

'You can eat whatever the hell you want. There are a number of myths that the vampire society commissioned, just to make our lives a little bit easier. Garlic is one of them. Crosses and churches don't bother me either, other than the bullshit that goes with them.'

Beckett paused mid sneer, glancing at Gabriel. 'My apologies if you are of a religious mind.'

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 Oct 08, 2016 #19
"Thanks." Gabriel replied with a tight smile. It was tragically difficult to start up and maintain sanctuary status though it was for a good reason. He wouldn't trade it for anything. Though he was very aware that he needed to take a little better care of himself or else he was going to get hurt... Or hurt someone else.

Listening to Mark talk about his sleeping habits, Gabriel knew he was completely inexperienced with Vampirism and how a Vampire lived. "I've only met one Vampire before you and it was a brief experience at best." The Chupacabra stated, eyes dim as he lost himself in the memory. A stowaway on one of the ships coming from China, she'd ghosted from one part of LA to the other, leading The Community on a merry chase. They'd crossed paths briefly on the street, him recognizing her and she likewise recognizing him. Then she'd been gone again. "I need to know what you need so I may accommodate. Sleeping..." Gabriel shrugged. "We can head over to my sanctuary tonight and you can have your pick of the rooms." That was the best he could offer. His apartment was out of the question until Annisa was safely on her way to Indonesia. "I have a couch in my office, as well as a few sleeping quarters set up for out of country vets looking for experience."

With the food now gone, the Orangutan struggled against him to claim the bowl, but Gabriel held fast, muscles in his arms flexing as he resisted her incessant tugging. "Bars and clubs we have plenty of. It'll have to wait until Annisa is gone. She won't be without someone to hold her and I have no one to care for her." Gabriel shrugged. "If you're hungry tonight, it'll have to be from me. Tomorrow I can get human blood for you. It'll be in a bag. If that's not acceptable, you could keep feeding on me until such a time when we can get you a donor." It was the best he could offer on such short notice.

He didn't see any problem with letting a Vampire feed from him. He saw Others and Humans the same way he saw the animals at his sanctuary. Each individual species had their own needs and inside of that there were individuals who required specialized care as well. Feeding the colony of vampire bats had been fascinating to experience first hand, both as an observer and as their meal. He couldn't currently imagine feeding a human Vampire being any different.

Listening to the 'myths' closely, Gabriel's eyes crinkled in amusement. Ah, so that's where the stories had come from. "So the story of Dracula is completely false?" He asked curiously, forever looking for the truth behind the front that was presented to the world. "I'm not particularly religious, but thanks for the heads up." It was valuable knowledge that he would have to pass along to the Council.

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 Oct 09, 2016 #20
'Clearly qualified.' Beckett replied quietly, sarcasm heavy in his tone. He blinked, turning to Gabriel with a frown. 'Oh, I meant no slight towards you, sir. My displeasure falls quite firmly at the feet of your council's representative.'

He flashed a smile.
'I think she liked me.'

Beckett relented a little as Gabriel explained his accommodation in a little more detail.
'That will be acceptable, yes.'

He leant forwards, taking the empty bowl and gently pulling it out of Gabriel's grip. He set it on the side, out of the orangutan's reach.

'It surprises me that you've offered your blood so willingly. Many find even the notion to be appalling, although there are some who enjoy the experience and seek us out. It need not be painful, I assure you.'

Not unless he wanted it to be. Beckett smiled, his gaze travelling over the other. Was that why he had offered? There were always some who enjoyed a little pain to spice up their pleasure.

'It might not be completely false. I don't believe that Vlad the Impaler was anything more than a nobleman with an imaginative method of dispatching his enemies. However, it is possible that the author may have encountered one of my kin. Who knows? He died before I was born.'

So what was going to be the next question? How to kill him easily? That information, he would not be giving over quite so readily.


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 Oct 09, 2016 #21
"It could be worse." Gabriel pointed out with a shrug. "She could have put you with one of the others that have more Vampire experience than I do. Only their experience is with killing them, not housing or protecting them."

Blinking in slight surprise when Mark reached for the bowl, he felt Annise shrink against his chest away from the new person. He didn't fight the Vampire over ownership of the bowl, but the look on his face was bemused. Offering Annise his hands to play with now that the bowl had been set out of her reach, Gabriel let it go as his fingers were tugged and pulled. He was careful not to let her get a good grip on them, though. With her strength, she could easily break one or bite it off if it got close to her mouth.

"A Vampire bite can be pleasurable?" Gabriel asked, curiosity and fascination getting the better of him. He'd encountered many things that had felt good in different ways, but a little bit of doubt was niggling in the back of his mind. Mark wasn't some animal that was just doing what came naturally to them... Yet he was. The confusion made him blink, but brush it off as immaterial to the current conversation. He would think about it later.

Completely dismissing the way Mark looked him up and down, Gabriel twisted his hand out of Annise's grip before moving his fingers over her skin, making the motions of 'grooming' despite the fact that he knew she didn't have fleas. "You're in need of blood, which I have plenty of. While I've not yet measured my strength against yours, I'm sure I can find someway to stop you if I need to." Gabriel pointed out, not understanding why it would be different than anything else he'd done.

Quirking an eyebrow at the information about Vlad, Gabriel ran his fingers over the top of Annise's head. She'd gone still, her eyes closed though she was nowhere near ready for another nap. "So you can't turn into animals or make yourself turn into mist?" Gabriel asked, though he felt the answer was a resounding no. The Vampire before him didn't seem like he could do those sorts of things, but Gabriel had no experience with any magic a Vampire might have. Even the lone transplant from New Orleans who'd brought their Voodoo with them had been strange and alien to him, despite their Native ancestry. Then again, that type of power wasn't from the Americas, but a mix of African and Haitian origin.

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 Oct 13, 2016 #22
'No doubt punishing me if I dared to defend myself.' Beckett muttered grimly. Of course, things could always be worse.

Beckett chuckled quietly, his black eyes gleaming at the other's reaction. It seemed that fun would be had, if not tonight, then soon.

He also made a mental note to down play his own strength. If he could give the other man a false sense of security then so much the better. The ruse would also uphold his supposed age; if he showed his true strength, then it would be obvious that he was far older than the paltry century, or thereabouts, that he had claimed.

'I'm sure you'll find a way.' Beckett agreed with a smile. 'Remember, I have no idea about your own strength. It'd be fun to find out. Have no fear, Gabriel, it would do me no favours to attack my sponsor. One word to the council and you could have my head. Your continued wellbeing is in my best interests.'

He shook his head.
'Sorry to disappoint, but I'm really a rather boring excuse for a vampire. No shapeshifting, no melting into mist or shadows or what have you. I even have a reflection. I'm sure there are some who have those talents, but that would be for those who already had a predisposition for magic.'

'If a mage is turned, then they keep their magical ability. Indeed, their powers are heightened by the change, although it is rare. I recall meeting a woman who could change her form to a cat. I'm not sure if she could do other animals, I never had the chance to ask.'

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 Oct 22, 2016 #23
Gabriel nodded his head at the prospect of being punished if Mark defended himself. "They would believe your sponsor over you." He agreed, not completely liking the whole situation, but knowing it was better in the long run to keep them safe as a community. As far as he knew, LA was the biggest area where they didn't immediately run off or kill European breeds. Instead gave them a chance to prove themselves.

Gabriel's reply to 'finding a way' was a quirk of lips. He had a few tricks up his sleeve. Given Mark's ignorance to the Native Community and their various races, which matched his own ignorance to the European breeds, Gabriel would bet that his shifting abilities would surprise the Vampire in some way. That would be more than sufficient to break out of Mark's hold should he get too greedy. Chupacabra weren't the strongest of Native species, but his speed was far beyond most. Not even the Wendigo who were considered perfect predators could match him in a race.

Listening to Mark's description of his lack of abilities and then what another Vampire could accomplish, Gabriel frowned thoughtfully as he mimed plucking something from Annise's fur. "We all have our talents." He said noncommittal. "I'm sure you have other skills people find awe inspiring." Maybe he would learn of them, maybe not. Gabriel knew only time would tell what would happen.

Glancing down at the time in the bottom corner of his ipad, Gabriel grunted and looked back at Mark. "We should head to the sanctuary. Find you somewhere to set up for sleep then get you something to eat." He felt it would be prudent to have Annise out of the way while he fed the Vampire and she had many large stuffed toys she enjoyed clinging on in the brief moments she allowed herself to be put down. "Anything else I should add to the list of things to do?" He asked as he shut down the ipad. Shifting his hips, he smirked as Annise predictably turned around and latched onto his chest again like a limpet. She'd learned his movements fast and what they meant.

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 Oct 23, 2016 #24
Beckett smiled thinly, deciding to keep quiet about the things he prided himself on, his intellect and his fighting ability. He did not mind showing off his mind, however, with his strength, he knew he had to try and rein back his ego. Now was no time for pride.

He straightened up, nodding as the call came to head to the sanctuary. He wondered what it would be like, whether it would be as Gabriel had said or as the word cave would suggest.

'Lead on, please, sir. Sleep and blood are all a vampire needs, for now.'

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 Oct 23, 2016 #25
"Just call me Gabriel." The Cabra replied as he cradled Annise with one arm under her while he went about his normal routine of closing down his shop. He'd gotten a decent amount of sells earlier in the day, but he would have stayed open a lot longer to catch the nigh crowd that wandered the area after dark. Quirking his lips as he locked the front door, Gabriel's eyes crinkled in amusement at the parting words Mark had spoken. "For now." He agreed, leaving it at that.

With the front locked up, he gestured for the Vampire to follow him into the back. It was a short hallway, a room on either side. One a break room and the other the control center for the shop. The break room had a small fridge, a sink, a card table and two fold out chairs. The control room was chalk full of gadgets and screens, all pointed at the single swivel chair sitting in front of the desk. Gabriel stepped in that room for a moment, moving the mouse over the split screens. He turned off the music, turned down the lights, set the cameras to motion activated and signaled the alarm to set in a minute. It gave them plenty of time to get out of the back door which was at the end of the hall.

The back door was solid metal and groaned loudly when Gabriel opened it to the alley behind the shop. There was a small car parked off the mouth of the alley, good condition, but older in model. A 1980 Ford Fiesta. The black paint was rusted in some spots, but it was clean and the inside only had Gabriel's scent and a faint whiff of Annise. The rest was pristine. "It's a bit of a drive." Gabriel told Mark absently as he walked over to his car, still cradling Annise against his chest. She was looking around eagerly, taking in the outside world and scenting the air around them. Unlocking the doors with a key since it didn't have a key fob, he opened the drivers side door and got inside.

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 Oct 24, 2016 #26
Beckett shrugged as he followed Gabriel around as he closed down the shop.
'Forgive me, it was simply how I was raised. Politely.'

He cast an eye over the interior as he followed Gabriel, but it was much as he had expected. Only the control room caught his attention, although he did not pretend to understand what all the little devices and gadgets actually did. He didn't ask; he did not want to delay proceedings any more than he had to. He could feel the pull of blood inside him, a constant niggling itch in his mind. He had rationed his blood too much over the last few days and it was beginning to show. If left too long, it was a hunger that was difficult to resist.

Stepping outside into the cool night air, Beckett paused as he saw Gabriel's car; it was hardly the sort of car that he expected an American to own. It was more like something he associated with a British student, buying the cheapest second hand car they could.

He approached the car, chuckling quietly to himself as he automatically went around the wrong side. Shaking his head with a smile, he walked around the car and opened the passenger's door, climbing in.

'As long as there's time to get settled before the sun comes up, it'll be fine.'

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 Oct 24, 2016 #27
"I suspect we seem pretty blunt and ill mannered compared to when and how you grew up." Gabriel offered absently as he moved about. He'd quirked an eye at Mark's confusion with the driver and the passenger side of the car, but remembered Americans were hopelessly backwards compared to the rest of the world and let it go. He didn't know the other well enough to do a bit of good natured teasing. He had others to fill that slot in his life. Like some of the older ones of The Community still talked about the 'good days' and how it was so much easier to get around on foot or on top of a horse.

"Plenty of time." Gabriel agreed as he settled down, forgoing his seat belt due to the limpet attached to the front of his chest. Given the traffic that always clogged the roads in LA, Annise would have plenty of time to get out of his lap and explore the car again. As if the trip here hadn't been enough to ease her curiosity. Though, given the Vampire's joining, she might just hold court in his lap.

Starting his car and listening to the engine fire up, he nodded at the quietness of the engine. He'd just replaced it and was glad to hear it running far smoother than the original had been. Granted, the previous engine had carried the car almost half a million miles. Running his to-do list for the next two weeks through his head as he pulled out of the alley, he ruefully discarded some of the events due to his current situation. "Sunday night would be a good night to get you someone fresh to eat." He stated as he made his way through the light traffic. Thankfully he would be avoiding Northern LA and the city proper. Those were the truly hellish areas for cars.

Like in the store, music played quietly from the car speakers, though it wasn't the slow tempo Gothic Metal. It was smooth and smokey jazz, the singer twisting around the saxophone in a language native to the States. Annise, still clinging to Gabriel's chest with fingers and toes, had decided to start peering at Mark with her big doe eyes, checking him out to see if he was friend or foe.

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 Oct 24, 2016 #28
'Hardly.' Beckett smiled. 'My father was particular about everyone's etiquette, except his own.'
He shrugged, shaking his head; why waste time talking about those who died a long time ago?

Beckett, also, did not bother with his seatbelt. If Gabriel was to have an accident, of course, it would be unfortunate, but Beckett was hardly going to be in trouble for not wearing a seatbelt.

The sound of the engine caught him by surprise and he raised an eyebrow; it was hardly the gutteral roar that he had been expecting.

He eyed the orangutan warily, noting its scrutiny.
'I'm surprised you let it wander freely. Might it cause an accident if it decided to leave you and start climbing about the dashboard?

His gaze turned to the scenery outside and he fell silent, getting a mental map of where they were and where they were going. He nodded at the prospect of hunting on Sunday, not turning away from the car window; it would prove to be an interesting experience, depending on what Gabriel would allow him to do. Hopefully he would be able to get some decent blood before then as Sunday was a few nights away.


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Gabriel made a 'hmm' noise in the back of his throat, though he was a little surprised that the Vampire had told him so easily of his past. His experience had been the older ones didn't reveal much of anything substantial about their personal history. The Cabra wasn't complaining, though. The change of pace was refreshing.

Taking a hand off the wheel, Gabriel ran a hand down Annise's back as she continued to study the Vampire. "She knows better than that, now." Gabriel offered with a shrug. The orangutan's eyes looked up at the Cabra for a moment before going back to Mark's persual. "The last time she was up there she got into a lot of trouble. Orangutans learn quickly and lessons at her age last her whole life."

Seeing the traffic coming to a stand still ahead of them, Gabriel glanced over his shoulder, switched lanes, then turned down a side road. LA was full of Human transplants that only followed one or two routes, but Gabriel was a native and knew all the best ways to get around. Soon enough he turned onto what looked like a wide driveway, but turnes out to be a hidden littlw side road. Only one or two cars were driving the same wat as they were.

Gabriel was mostly quiet as he drove, eyes moving from front to check his mirrors in steady intervals. There was really no getting away from the houses and neighborhoods as every available space on the Californian coast was occupied. However, Gabriel was driving in a South East direction so the houses started growing a touch further apart and the road they were on turned into a pseudo two lane highway. "Almost there." Gabriel said quietly as he turned on another road and backtracked a short time to the West.

He gestured to a full city block of chaned off land, a building on the other side that took up three plots. It was all single story, but the sprawl of it said it houses quite a bit. "During the day I have vets and volunteers running around, but I'm the only one with keys to certain rooms." Gabriel informed the Vampire. "You won't be locked in, but everyone else will be locked out so you can sleep in peace."

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 Oct 24, 2016 #30
Beckett watched with interest as they pulled up beside Gabriel's sanctuary. He nodded in approval as he climbed out, closing the car door behind him.

'It seems to be a good size area.' He kept his eyes on the buildings, his keen sight penetrating the darkness.

Beckett glanced back at Gabriel, questioningly.
'Although that depends on what else you've got residing here?'

'Have no fear, Gabriel, your other residents will be safe in my presence. I do not feed from animals unless it is an absolute necessity.'
Climbing out of his car as well once he was in his designated parking spot, Gabriel nodded his head. "It is decent sized... But I'm already planning the attatchments." Some animals needed a lot of room and he was already realizing that what he had wasn't going to be enough for very long. Some animals would spend the rest of their lives here and Gabriel wanted to make sure they would be as comfortable as possible.

"I have a little bit of everything." The Cabra replied blandly as he cradled Annise and moved towards the side door. It was the closest to his office and they didn't have to pass by any animal enclosures to get there. "Blood first? Or room finding?" Gabriel asked as he slid his key into the wooden door. As soon as he opened it, he held it open for Mark with his foot while he typed in the security code on a small white box set into the wall.

The inside was white with a hip high stripe of blue that ran the length of the long hallway. Doors spaced on either side. Some were closed and others were open. Some didn't have doors at all. Gabriel would pass by them without glancing inside, already knowing they were unsuitable for a Vampire to sleep in during the day.

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 Oct 24, 2016 #32
So he wasn't going to tell him anything more? Beckett resisted the urge to snort as he followed Gabriel inside. He'd have to go and see for himself.

'I'd prefer to see a room first.'

It was a difficult question to answer. On one hand, every part of him was screaming out for blood, but on the other hand, he had to make sure that he had an adequate place to rest before he did anything else.

'Blood later.'

As he followed Gabriel, he peered into the rooms on either side, feeling rather glad that the other man did not stop by any of these.

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 Oct 30, 2016 #33
Gabriel paused outside of a closed door and took a moment to really consider which room Beckett would need to use for the day. There was more to consider now that he was here in the sanctuary. Animal and people scents mingling in the hall. Almost too many scents to count and not all of them old. The traffic here got busy randomly, a trend the Chupacabra had yet to figure out to his liking. That could be problematic for both of them. Gabriel knew he would worry all day about the Vampire and if anyone might stumble across him.

Annise brought him out of his thoughts with a well placed finger up his nose, which he patiently moved before continuing on, a new plan in his head. "I have an adjoining room in my office." He started as he continued walking again. "In the plans, I'd initially intended for it to be a meeting room, but it didn't pan out and I made it into a quasi-bedroom. There is an en suite bathroom." Coming to the last door on the right side of the hallway, he pulled his keys from his pocket and kept them low so that Annise wouldn't reach for them just yet. Fitting the key in the door, he opened it before giving the orangutan the key ring which she'd started making 'gimme' hands for.

The office wasn't very spacious, a desk on one side, bookshelves bolted to all available walls and baby toys scattered about the floor. The bookshelves were currently empty and a large orangutan doll with cords coming out of it's back sat in a nest of blankets in the bottom of one which had the shelves taken out. One door was behind Gabriel's desk and he pointed at it. "That leads to the bedroom and bathroom. Let me set Annise down and we can take a look."

Gabriel let the Vampire look around for a moment as he moved over to the doll, kneeling and helping Annise latch onto it. She was making happy noises, the fur of the doll still smelling like the old female it'd come from. Reaching up to one of it's ears, the Chupacabra pinched a hidden button and the sound of a mechanical heartbeat could be heard by those who could hear it.

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 Oct 30, 2016 #34
Beckett followed Gabriel down the hallway and into the office and its adjoining room. It was a small room, even with the en suite, but Beckett did not mind the size; the smaller it was, the better he was at proofing it from the sun's deadly rays.

He watched as Gabriel deposited his charge in the arms of an inanimate doll, duping it with a fake heartbeat. Shaking his head, he ventured into the bathroom to investigate the facilities. He wouldn't be needing the toilet, but the shower looked decent enough, thankfully.

Emerging, he nodded his approval at Gabriel.
'I'll need some duct tape and drapes, for the windows. Also, some clean towels and a change of clothing, if you can find it.'

Although, having said that, he was probably best off sleeping in the windowless bathroom, having ensured that the door was locked as well as the door to the office itself. Beckett wasn't about to admit that to Gabriel.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #35
Following Mark into the bedroom, Gabriel looked around, taking in the familiar setting with new eyes. Nobody except him had really been back here since he'd taken over the office in front. The scent reflected it and suggested he spent more nights here than he did anyplace else. The sheets were clean though and the bed was made. Gesturing to the small dresser shoved in one corner of the room, Gabriel quirked his lips. "I have everything except shoes that you can borrow." Gabriel replied. "There are clean towels in the bathroom."

Turning to take stock of the window, the Chupacabra measured it with his eyes for a long moment. "If you're interested, I do have some extra building material that will fit over it with enough overlap that we could seal it down." He offered. He didn't use the window and wouldn't care much if it was closed up. If need be, he could still get out. It wasn't as if they were going to put reinforced steel over it.

"If you want to take a shower and change, I'll go get the stuff to close the window off completely." He gestured towards the door back to the office. "Annisa will stay with the doll, so don't worry about her peeking in on you." The building material was on the other side of the complex, so it would take him a bit of time to get there and come back. More than enough for the Vampire to get clean and familiarize himself with the two rooms.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #36
Beckett nodded, moving to the cupboard and opening it. Inside, he found a number of shirts hanging on a rail, with folded t-shirts and a couple of pairs of slacks; it was well stocked. In the lower drawers, he found underwear and socks. Beckett nodded in approval, turning to look at the window at Gabriel's suggestion.

'That might work. I'll try not to cause too much damage of the surrounding area.' He turned his attention to the door to the office. 'I assume that it's lockable? Can I have the key?'

That would be more effective at ensuring any of the centre's volunteers didn't try and investigate as to why the windows were suddenly blacked out.

Turning back to the cupboard, Beckett removed a smart black button up shirt and a pair of slacks. Delving into the drawer, he found a pair of boxer shorts and socks. He lay them on the bed, ready for when he emerged from the shower.

'My current shoes should be fine.'

He gestured to the pair of black leather brogues he'd brought over from London. The rest of his clothes had not been so fortunate; after spending days sleeping in a storage container on board a boat, followed by sleeping rough in any place he could find shelter, Beckett had been forced to find clothes from his victims.

Beckett grimaced as he slipped his grubby shirt over his head, dropping it in the bin in the corner of the room. He was a thin man, far leaner than most humans were these days. His arms, however, showed some muscle, a product of years of sword training at his father's insistence, although in his last few years as a human, he had often been forced to go without meals. That was how it went for a vampire; no matter how strong they were, they were forever frozen as they were on their last night as a human.

'Thank you, once more, these will be fine.'

It wasn't far from his usual style of dress, albeit a little too big in places. Back in London, Beckett had leant towards well-tailored suits, although this was more than suitable.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #37
"Damage is fixable." Gabriel replied easily. Which it was. Though it was a low priority room. As long as the structure of the whole building wasn't compromised, the Cabra didn't much care about what happened. Glancing at the door again, he nodded and pulled out his keys, pulling one off the chain. "I'm the only one with a copy." He responded as he handed it over. "Don't loose it. I don't want to go to my apartment to try and find the skeleton key." There was really no telling where he'd set it anyway. He was sure it was under a layer of dust as well.

"No problem. Tomorrow or the next day we'll get you your own clothes." Gabriel assured the Vampire, not reacting in the slightest to Mark taking his shirt off. As a form shifter nudity was normal to Gabriel and as a caretaker first, man second, pleasing things were often ignored to focus on what needed to be done. Heading out of the bedroom, the Cabra briefly stopped by Annise to check on her before he left his office, closing the door behind him as he went.

Forty minutes later, Gabriel came back towards his office, holding a piece of vinyl siding and a caulking gun. He juggled the items for a moment as he attempted to open the door to his office, but finally made his way inside, closing the door again behind him. Annise had passed out since his departure and he smiled at her before making his way to the bedroom area. "I'm back." He called out before he hit the door, letting the Vampire know that it was just him returning. No need to startle someone who looked like they were starving. Gabriel briefly wondered if Mark's body looked like that because the lack of food now, or lack of food when he turned.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #38
The shower was something he had missed. Beckett let his head fall back as the hot water flowed over his body. He'd found shampoo and soap inside the bathroom cupboard and he spent the next twenty minutes washing himself thoroughly. Even though vampires did not sweat, it was still long overdue, with his last chance to wash himself properly being before he had been forced to flee London.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Beckett headed back into the bedroom to finish drying and by the time Gabriel had returned, he was fully dressed, running his fingers through his wet hair.

'Please, come in.'

As he had guessed, the clothing was a little on the large side, however, it wasn't anything that looked too ridiculous. A glance in the mirror confirmed it.

As Gabriel entered, Beckett reached out to take the vinyl from him.
'Allow me.'

He frowned at the strange metal contraption that he held, but he assumed it would be useful to the situation. Lifting the vinyl, Beckett put it in place over the window.


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 Nov 13, 2016 #39
Easily handing the vinyl over, Gabriel switched to handling the caulking gun. It was full of liquid nails and the Cabra knew it would be more than enough to hold it in place. pulling the cap off and priming it, Gabriel stepped up beside Mark and lifted one edge and started piping it along where the edge of the vinyl would stay. It would seal the edges flesh and keep all the sunlight out of the small bedroom.

Finished with one side, he laid it flat and pushed his hand against it. "Put pressure here?" He asked Mark as he moved to the other side. "It takes fifteen minutes to set, but after that, we'll be good. I have some tacks in my office we can use as well. To make sure it sets up properly." After it was all dry, they could snap the ends off the tacks and leave the metal inside of the vinyl and wall for extra support.

Starting on the other vertical edge, Gabriel pursed his lips as he worked, focused on getting the adhesive where he wanted it to go. These things could make a mess if he wasn't careful and he didn't want something sticking where it shouldn't.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #40
Beckett frowned as he watched Gabriel work, realising it was some form of adhesive. He obeyed, putting pressure where he was directed. He held it steady as Gabriel finished, waiting patiently til he had gotten the tacks.

The adhesive seemed to do the job though, sealing it securely. If it held as well as Gabriel seemed to think it would, then he wouldn't need any duct tape to reinforce it. As Gabriel set the tacks, Beckett stepped back tentatively, ready to catch it if it decided not to hold.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #41
Gabriel set the tacks at regular intervals, pushing them through the vinyl, glue, and wall with a touch of his inhuman strength. Stepping back, he looked at his handy work for a moment before nodding. "It should hold." He stated, glancing at Mark. "It's set, so it won't fall down, but it won't reach full strength for about seven days. Until then, it'll come off if pulled." Glancing over to Mark, Gabriel offered the Vampire a half smile.

"Are you ready for some food now, or do you want to wait a little longer?" As he asked his question, Gabriel went back out into the office and circled around his desk. Hidden under it was a mini fridge that he opened. There were various snacks inside as well as a bunch of fruit that was probably for the orangutan sleeping in the lap of the 'momma orangutan' doll in the corner. Pulling out a bottle of orange juice, he checked the expiration date on it out of long habit.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #42
'Then I'll make sure I don't touch it.' Beckett nodded his approval.

He turned to face Gabriel as the question of feeding came up. Oh God, yes. I want it. I need it. With an effort, Beckett managed to remain calm, nodding as he approached slowly.

'I would like that, yes.' He murmured softly. 'Thank you.'

He watched as Gabriel raided his fridge for food. It was a good call, after Beckett had fed, he would need to recoup his blood quickly.

'The easiest way is through the wrist or the neck. Whichever we use, I'll leave up to you. Its your blood, after all.'

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 Nov 13, 2016 #43
Gabriel thought for a moment. Wrist or throat? The wrist would give him more control, but the neck held the biggest arteries. "My neck." He decided, running a finger over his jugular vein. With that decided, he unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons, pushing it aside so that Mark would have enough room between his collar and his neck. That left the position. Moving away from the desk so neither of them would be trapped against it, he dropped his hands to his side.

"Don't thank me just yet." Gabriel replied, tilting his head to the side and brushing his hair with his fingers so it wouldn't fall in the way. "I might react badly, or you might not like my blood." Those concerns had been swirling in his brain for a little while. What if the feeding triggered his defensive instincts? It was possible, but Gabriel had to remind himself that this was no different than feeding the vampire bats he'd had before. Only it was just one who was a lot bigger than the tiny balls of fluff, teeth and wings.

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 Nov 13, 2016 #44
Beckett was surprised at the answer, expecting the distance that the wrist enabled. Instead, he had willingly opted for the more intimate feeling of feeding from the neck.

'Are you sure?' Yet Gabriel had already undone his collar, revealing the neck and Beckett found he could not take his eyes from the man's throat.

He closed the gap between them, reaching up to place his cool hand on the back of Gabriel's neck, his other hand resting gently on his chest. He leaned forwards, breathing in his smell, recognising the sweet taste of animal blood. Beckett pressed his lips to Gabriel's neck, distinguishing the unique flavour of goat, rabbit and something else he did not recognise amongst the blood.

Slowly, almost gently, Beckett bit down, his body almost shaking with anticipation. Rather than sink his teeth deep into the man's throat, Beckett merely broke the skin, using his tongue to gently probe the wound, tasting him.

He could taste the magic immediately. Beckett's eyes closed for a moment as he savoured the flavour. Oddly enough, it reminded him of a werewolf's taste, with the same wild sense of strength. There was only a slightly acidic aftertaste, marking it as different from that of a werewolf. Perhaps the two species were somehow related?

Damn, the blood was powerful. His eyes opening, Beckett bit deeper, drinking more urgently. He could feel the strength flowing into him from the blood and it only made him want more. He must have more.

No. The thought sparked in his mind, but he tried to cast it aside. He needed blood. He must have it. No. He couldn't. His life depended on it.

With an effort, Beckett threw himself backwards, feeling the desk behind him. Still shaking, Beckett licked his lips, trying to get every trace of blood that he could.

'Forgive me.' He whispered hoarsely. 'I took more than I should have done.'

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 Nov 20, 2016 #45
Gabriel didn't bother replying to Mark's question of reassurance. There was no need as the Vampire was already staring and moving closer. The cool hands against his skin made a shiver run down his spine, goosebumps breaking out along his arms. LA didn't get cold and a chupacabra ran warmer than Human anyway, so the difference was far more noticeable to Gabriel. When Mark's hands didn't warm up much after prolonged contact, Gabriel's eyes closed as his nipples hardened a little. He hadn't expected this.

Hands twitched as the mouth pressed against his neck, Gabriel forced himself to relax into what was going to happen. Unlike with the animals, his brain was clearly aware that the Vampire was 'man' shaped and thus not subjected to the same distancing the animals needed despite their required affection. In fact, Gabriel had unconsciously placed Mark into the same category he put the other 'man eating' Preternatural in. Opening his eyes as he felt the Vampire quivering, Gabriel wrapped an arm loosely around Mark's back and placed his hand against the small of the Vampire's back. He could feel the coolness radiating, so he slowly rubbed his hand up and down a short expanse, top of the pants to the curve of his spine and then back down again.

The bite of teeth and the smell of his blood blooming in the air wrenched a 'chirrup' sound from Gabriel's throat. It was too gentle to be his normal version of 'foreplay' when he allowed himself to indulge, but the reaction from Gabriel's body was the same. Lust scented the air and blood, heart rate picking up, and Gabriel tried desperately to fight his body's natural reaction to a Preternatural who was making him bleed. Chupacabra were apex predators in their native habitats, easily the fastest and strongest. As blood and flesh eaters, their rutting tended to be violent as their many offensive weapons came into play.

Shivering new when Mark's tongue slid along the wound and the whole flesh around it, Gabriel stopped moving his hand up and down Mark's back, instead firmly pulled the Vampire'd body closer to his own and held him there. His body was thin, but hard and packed with working muscle. His cock was full of blood, and left no room for misinterpretation at how he was feeling about this.

Another sound, more animal than human, fell from Gabriel's lips as Mark bit deeper, his hips pushing into Mark at the pain and fresh scent of his blood. His own mouth watered, instincts urging him to open his mouth and bite back until his acid seared off the top layers of skin and muscle. Closing his eyes tightly again, Gabriel focused on staying still despite the distracting mouth at his neck and the sexual sounds coming from it. Now it was Gabriel's turn to quiver at the forced stillness, his body and instincts ready for action and only held back by common sense and 'Human' sensibilities.

When the Vampire moved to pull away, Gabriel almost resisted him, his other hand coming up to cup the back of Mark's head to keep him where he was. He wanted to finish it, to consummate the 'foreplay' they had been engaging in. Fingers brushing over Mark's hair for a split second, Gabriel firmed his jaw and let the Vampire jerk back and press himself against his desk. His brain piped up with 'that could work' before he pushed it away and took a breath through his mouth, bypassing his nose in case the scents swirling around him set off his instincts again.

"No need to apologize." Gabriel's words were calm, but the two-toned voice gave him away. Pressing a hand to his sluggishly bleeding neck, Gabriel closed his eyes against the Vampire to calm himself further. His clothes were still where they should be, but it was obvious he'd been thoroughly enjoying himself. His hard dick still bulging his pants, his pulse still racing, and a pinched look on his face at his denial of his needs.


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It took a moment for Beckett to regain control; even so, his eyes remained drawn to that little spot on Gabriel's neck, wanting nothing more than to launch back in and take the rest.

'I hope that wasn't too unpleasant.' He murmured, dragging his eyes away from his neck. As he looked at Gabriel, he realised suddenly how far that was from the truth. 'Oh, I see.'

He smiled, pushing away from the desk and straightening up. Would it be considered too forward of him to suggest that they did something about the bulge in the other man's trousers? It had been a while since he last enjoyed himself fully.

'There's still some time before dawn.' His voice was a low rumble. 'It would be a shame to waste it.'
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 Nov 20, 2016 #47
Gabriel pulled his hand from his neck and looked down at the blood on it for a long moment. Sighing, he placed his hand back over the wound and applied pressure to stem the flow. "It was more than I was expecting." He stated a little absently, glancing over to Annise to make sure the little orangutan was still asleep. Satisfied, he looked back over to Mark. He was still riled up, but his control was better than it had been while he'd been feeding Mark.

"Would be a shame to waste it." Gabriel was tempted, severely so. It'd been a while since he'd had the time or the opportunity to sleep with someone. After a long moment, he shook his head regretfully. "My control's not very good right now." He stated firmly, eyes cutting over to the door to the bedroom. "If we continue, I'm going to shift." While that wasn't a problem for him, Gabriel wasn't sure if Mark had a preference for sex with something covered in fur. Better to err on the side of caution.

"I'll take you up on it next time." Gabriel flashed a bit of teeth. "And I'll bite back." His teeth in his human form were normal, but that wasn't the case for his other form. It was all the warning the Vampire would probably get from the Cabra because once he gave into base instincts, he didn't do a whole lot of talking. Let alone discussion of what was going to happen.

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'I understand.' Beckett nodded, retreating back to the desk once more. 'Truth be told, I'm a little short on control myself, although it pains me to admit it.'

He gave a shallow bow, indicating that he was not at all perturbed by the refusal. He smiled at the response, enjoying the prospect of a challenge for his next meal.
'I look forward to it.'

Beckett paused, looking up at him.
'Although, having said that, I would be intrigued to see your other form. Your blood reminded me of a werewolf, although I don't believe you mentioned them when you were speaking about the different races in the area. Unless they go by different names here. Your race might have similar roots somewhere down the line.'

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 Nov 26, 2016 #49
"We don't have them as you know them and I don't know much about werewolves or their origins." Gabriel replied, using the scholarly distraction to take his mind off of his instincts. Though, he quickly found a problem with that line of thinking. "Evolution versus Creationism." The Chupacabra stated absently as he went over what he knew of their early history. Most of it involved Gods and magic, but scientific proof had it's own say as well. "I suppose that answer depends on which theory you subscribe to."

Gabriel shrugged and removed his hand from his neck, looking down at the blood there and seeing if there was any fresh drops. His neck was knitting together quickly, though the marks still remained for the moment. "It seems like I am the one who needs a shower, now." He told Mark with a humorless grin. It wasn't so much as he was dirty, but more of a way to further recollect himself after the surprising feeding. If he thought about it long enough, Gabriel could feel the teeth against his neck again.

Shaking it off, the Cabra rubbed his hands together to further dry the blood on his skin before he stained his clothes. "We still have enough night left and the lot here is big enough for a decent run." Gabriel offered. Better to get it out of the way and he could control himself, no matter which form he was in. "Mind my mouth, however. I'm assuming my acid will eat through you just as easy as it does anything else."

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'I knew a werewolf holy man once.' Beckett smiled fondly at the memory. 'He spoke about his gods, very different from those even the ancient Britons followed. Personally, evolution always seemed to make more sense.'

'As far as I'm aware, the werewolves were pushed away into the forests. Especially when their wolf kin died out.'

He paused, noting the rapid healing on his neck wound; that too was similar to a werewolf.

'I would like to stretch my legs a little.'

By running, he presumed Gabriel meant changing his form. To do that outside in an urban environment made Beckett smile. Even with an open area, there was still the fear of getting caught and Beckett wondered if Gabriel found that to be appealing.

'Acid?' He murmured softly, raising an eyebrow. Now that was one major difference that a werewolf never inherited. 'Fascinating.'

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 Nov 26, 2016 #51
"I might ask you what you remember from him." Gabriel replied, thoroughly fascinated with the prospect of learning something he didn't before. It could be possible their ancestors had been one and the same, which case some of the Old Gods might have lived on in Europe for a time. As far as Gabriel knew, his people brought their Gods with them and continued to worship them in their new setting. Just adding to the tales as they went along. Adapting them.

Gesturing to the door of his office, Gabriel glanced once at Annise before heading out. She would be asleep for a long while and he'd be back long before day broke over the horizon. He made his way down the hall again, back the way they'd come to get in. The alarm was still off, but Gabriel wasn't worried about someone breaking into the sanctuary. The cameras were all still running and his Chupacabra form would smell them if they got too close.

Stepping outside, Gabriel took a moment to let his Human eyes adjust somewhat as he started on the rest of the buttons of his shirt. His shoes he toed out of as his eyes scanned the desert fauna he'd allowed grow. It was what LA would naturally look like if the people and buildings all disappeared. The lack of street laps threw everything into shades of black and his sensitive ears could pick up small animals that could easily slip through his fence. The houses on the blocks surrounding the sanctuary didn't bother Gabriel, he knew his Cabra body would blend into the shadows as completely as if he were part of them and nothing less than a high powered search light could expose what he truly was.

"Just... Don't run for a moment as I orient myself." Gabriel told Mark as he opened his belt, thumped open the button of his pants and then let them slide down his legs. Like his clothed form had suggested, he was lean muscled. A swimmer or runners build. His legs, arms, and chest were lightly furred, the hair sparse, but coarse in texture. Gabriel showed no hesitation in shucking off his socks and boxers just as easily as his own covering, but as soon as his undergarments had cleared his body, he was changing.

The shift it's self was short, only a minimum amount of sound as bones realigned and thicker fur and scales replaced smooth brown skin. The oddest addition were the porcupine like quills along Gabriel's back. Long and thin, nearly half a foot across his shoulders and shortening as they trailed down his spine. They rose and laid flat a few times before resting in a halfway state that gave the appearance of more girth than the form actually had. In total, Gabriel only grew a foot in height, but his body's proportions took up more room than he could have as a Human. His tail was nearly the length of his body, long, thin, and prehensile. His arms and legs, both sets the same length, gave the Chupacabra the ability to go from a two legged stance to four.

His fur and scales came in shades of black and dark grey, allowing him to blend with the night around him. Like most animals, if he crouched low and stayed perfectly still he would blend as seamlessly into the shrubs and grass as if he didn't exist at all. The most noticeable thing about him were his eyes. Candy red that looked almost back lit thanks to the porch lights and distant street lamps. Large ears atop a canine head swiveled as Gabriel listened to the faint breeze rustle leaves and the heartbeats of the animals close enough to smell his new form.

Clawed hands and toes flexed, their pointed tips and sharp edges reminiscent of a large cat rather than a dog or wolf. They were fixed in place though, instead of the retractable ones a feline would have. The teeth, when Gabriel flashed them, were sharp and pointed, little to no flat molars.

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'Sadly, he's long dead.' Beckett spoke softly as he followed Gabriel outside. 'He was the only werewolf I've ever met. They're very rare, they dislike cities as a rule, keeping to their own kind.'

He paced slowly around the lot, keeping an eye on Gabriel as he undressed.
'I wouldn't dream of running.' He could not resist the smirk that crossed his face. He gave Gabriel a polite distance, but he made no attempt to hide his interest in watching the change.

His other form seemed to be an interesting mix of a number of different types of creature. He had fur as well as scales, spines as well as a tail. Truly, he was like nothing Beckett had ever seen before.

Beckett circled around him, trying to get a good look. He found himself trying to size up his limbs, trying to gauge how fast they could carry him, although like with a vampire, those aspects could be hard to fathom.

Most of all, Beckett noted the teeth and claws, imagining them ripping through a body like a hot knife through butter. Beckett smiled.

'Can you speak like this?'

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 Nov 26, 2016 #53
His tail swayed a little as Gabriel watched Mark, his head tilting slightly as the Vampire circled behind him. His sex tightened at the smell of the Vampire and the remembered pleasure they'd shared only moments before. The difference was mostly in his smell, the sheath that hid his cock not changing in appearance. Leaning his muzzle towards Mark, Gabriel sniffled audibly, his nose cooler than the ambient temperature around them when it came into contact with the Vampire.

When Mark asked if he could talk like this, Gabriel's ears twitched before he made a brassy yip. The answer to that was obviously 'no'. While communication was possible, Gabriel knew the Vampire meant Human speech and not the body language/sounds that animals did among each other. His fur was coarse and thick with no undercoat, the scales protecting vulnerable areas like his throat, belly, and inner thighs. While it wasn't immediately obvious, the hard scales were used to prevent fatal damage during mating, not protection against other predators as the Chupacabra didn't naturally have any of those.

Some of the scars Gabriel had briefly revealed during his nakedness were completely gone, while others had been exaggerated by his new form. One particular scar at the top of his spine looked more like teeth marks instead of the tiny pinpricks in his human form. Scars at the base of his tail that looked as if something with claws had moved it and a trail of similarly sized and shaped slashes across the right side of his rips were something dug it's nails in and then pulled downward. Several others littered his body in interesting places and it was clear Gabriel was not a stranger to violence.


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Beckett nodded.
'But you understand me just fine.'

His gaze caught on the myriad of scars that covered his body. He recognised the mark of teeth and claws, deep gouges in flesh that had long healed over. Beckett found himself wondering what sort of creature had caused such damage. Another chupacabra? Certainly, he'd been pretty sure the scars hadn't been visible on his human form.

He waved his arm at the expanse of dry scrub that covered the lot.

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 Dec 17, 2016 #55
The chupacabra's tongue lolled out of his mouth for a second at the invitation to go first. Gabriel forgetting about his saliva for a moment. A viscous drop of drool fell from the chupacabra's tongue, landing on the ground where it popped and hissed. Looking down at the corroding grass and melting dirt, Gabriel immediately pulled his long tongue back into his mouth and sealed his canine lips closed. The shifter looked up at Mark with an innocent expression on his face before loping off into the field.

He moved, at first, on his hind legs, stepping over low shrubs and grass. Ears swiveled as he got used to the sounds here, this not his preferred running space when he was in his birth form. Tail swished back in forth in small movements, matching his natural gait and hip movements as he walked. Glancing over his shoulder, Gabriel searched for Mark to check on him and see what the other was doing.

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 Dec 17, 2016 #56
That was quite a tongue hidden there. Beckett couldn't resist the grin that spread onto his face, even at the obviously caustic saliva that went with it. The places that tongue could reach; of course, all good things carried their down sides and this had a definite acid sting. Beckett found himself wondering what Gabriel's human tongue was like.

He watched as the chupacabra melted into the darkness, giving him a few moments before he started off after him. A sporting chance. He moved silently, his body crouched, making only the slightest of sounds as he ran. Pausing beside a bush, Beckett caught sight of his new friend, making no attempt to hide his position.

Now was the perfect time to test his Gabriel's skills. Smiling to himself, Beckett moved again, flanking the chupacabra. Finding another scrub, he flattened himself against the ground, waiting to find out if he would be detected.

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Gabriel's quills shifted on his back, the feeling in the air changing to the anticipation of a hunter. He paused, cocking his head to the side as he searched the feeling. He wasn't hunting and the Vampire was the only one with him... Swinging his canine head back where he'd last seen Mark, he blinked large eyes when his charge was not there. Chupacabra were apex predators in their natural environment, so Gabriel felt no fear as he crouched lower to the ground, his coloring allowing him to blend better into the scrub brush and grass.

Ears tilting minutely as the rest of him stayed still, Gabriel tried to find his wayward charge. He couldn't use the normal means of tracking someone, heartbeat and breathing, but there were multiple ways to skin a cat. No one could hide their scent. Nose flaring as he smelled the air around him, he didn't react when the concentration of Vampire smell came closer than he was prepared for. Teach him to let his guard down again. Turning his head, he opened his mouth, baring long carnivorous teeth playfully.

Body stretching out slowly in preparation for movement, Gabriel waited to see what the Vampire would do being so close. The guards he usually had in place in his Human form were gone, his body language all play and no hesitance. Though with the weapons at the Chupacabra's disposal, injury could be possible for the Vampire if Gabriel forgot to be as careful with the Vampire as he needed to be.

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 Jan 29, 2017 #58
Beckett watched Gabriel from his hiding place, noting the spines, teeth and claws, not to mention the creature's acidic spit. So many weapons to use against him, Beckett knew he had to approach at the right manner.

He paused, frowning as Gabriel's mouth opened in what almost looked like a smile. Had he been sensed? Slowly and silently, Beckett pulled back, retreating. Time for a few games. He slipped out of his jacket, balling it up neatly. Crouching some distance behind Gabriel, Beckett threw the jacket over to the far side, knowing that it would make a noise that might distract him. If he was focusing on the scent, then the jacket might also act to confuse him.

Immediately after throwing, Beckett burst out of cover and launched himself at the Chupacabra. He pushed one hand down on the length of the spines and with the other, he caught the side of Gabriel's face, forcing him to the ground. He didn't have much weight behind him, but his strength came from other means. Even so, Beckett was careful not to use his full strength.

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 Mar 12, 2017 #59
Gabriel was suitably distracted by the jacket, his ears and eyes following the sound it made as it soared through the air. His quills ripped right before they were touched, almost raising before they flattened back down right before Mark's hand landed. His mouth opened when the Vampire's other hand found his face, shoving him to the ground. The chupacabra almost let the Vampire pin him, but instincts vetoed that almost as soon as it popped up. Nobody got special treatment when it came to these games.

As soon as he was on his side, Gabriel twisted his upper body, rolling them both and hopefully catching the Vampire under his body. He was heavy, all muscle in a way that primates were. It made for lousy swimmers, but in the desert that had never been a big concern for the species. He playfully turned his head while he was at it, snapping at Mark's face as best as he could given there was a hand attempting to control him there.

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 Mar 19, 2017 #60
Beckett bared his teeth, snarling as he wrestled the Chupacabra. Gabriel had now become a twisting mass of teeth and spines, not to mention that acidic saliva that he would be foolish to forget.

As the Chupacabra rolled on top of him, Beckett's first reaction was to heft him up, but he stopped himself, giving only a rough shove that was a fraction of his true strength.

Going dangerously close to the creature's jaws, Beckett grabbed Gabriel's muzzle and turned it away from him with a sharp jerk. With his other hand, he slammed his fist sharply into Gabriel's belly, again, pulling his punches in a way that stung his pride more than a little.

Pride be damned, Beckett reminded himself. Even if it meant handing Gabriel victory on a plate, he could not afford to reveal too much too early on. Still, that did not mean that he would make this easy.

His fist slammed in the same spot, twice, three times. Each blow landed harder than the last, but always, Beckett held back.
Barking as his muzzle was shoved away by a strong hand, Gabriel had enough sense of mind to close his mouth so that he wouldn't get acid all over the Vampire's hand. Rolling his neck, he lifted his head further away from the Vampire and then attempted to bring his head back around the hand that had pushed him away in the first place. He didn't make it too far in any regard, as the first punch to his middle made his breath leave his body.

The scales on Gabriel's belly only slightly protected him from blunt force trauma, causing the Chupacabra to twist away from the pain of the punches rather than just sit through it. As he tried to roll away from the Vampire, Gabriel brought claws down after Beckett, one foot and one hand, slashing towards face and thigh to further distract from his escape. His tail, never one to be left out, curled around the Vampire's ankle to yank him in the opposite way of his escape.

The strength in his tail was equal to the strength in his hand grip, which might not be much compared to others, but was twice the strength of an elephant's trunk.

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 Apr 19, 2018 #62
Beckett felt a stab of satisfaction at Gabriel's reaction to his strikes; even with him deliberately cutting down his power, he was still making an impact. How much would it be if he used his full force?

He saw Gabriel's claws coming close and instinctively, he pulled back, yet the creature's tail was not something that he had anticipated. The tail jerking him back meant that the chupacabra's claws raked his cheek. Beckett hissed in anger, almost about to retaliate when he checked himself. He could not win this fight.

Gabriel scooted aside and Beckett remained where he was, chuckling as the wounds on his face healed.

'Well played. '

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 May 06, 2018 #63
Crouching down on all four paws, Gabriel's eyes looked green at this angle, his muzzle scraping the dirt as he looked up, poised to retaliate. His tail twitched at the very end, also ready to move in whatever way was required. The chupacabra's body language was playful, not a hint of aggressiveness in him.

He didn't stay that way, though. He stretched out like a cat after a moment, rump and tail up high, shoulders low, arms out. His claws sank far into the dirt, raking huge furrows into it as he pulled them back to his center mass. Afterwards, he flopped onto his side, still more feline than canine. Despite the relaxed posture, anyone who'd ever had a pet cat knew things could turn into a trap faster than most could blink.

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 May 07, 2018 #64
His chuckle fading, Beckett rolled over onto his side, watching Gabriel. Was he sticking his nose in the dirt? Really? What a strange creature indeed.

The Chupacabra's body language was not lost on him; he looked like an oversized pet, playing with a rat. Part of him wanted to carry on tussling, but Beckett knew he had to hold back. Dawn was approaching, after all.

Slowly, Beckett picked himself up and made an attempt at brushing the dust off his clothing.

"That was a lot of fun, Gabriel."

He watched the creature, wondering if he was about to start purring.

"Always nice to stretch myself after spending so long cooped up to get here."

His gaze dropped to the tail, watching it twitch.
"I would like to do this again sometime."

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 May 08, 2018 #65
The chupacabra seemed to hear the undertone to the words, because he grinned at the Vampire, showing all of his teeth. He made a bassy noise in the back of his throat that could have been an agreement or disagreement then stood up on four legs. Gabriel scampered off into the dark, heading back towards the building. Depending on how fast he was followed, Gabriel would be either partially shifted back or done. His body on display for the moment it took him to remember how to walk and move like a Human again since it wasn't his first form.

"I would definitely like to do that again if you're here long enough." Gabriel agreed, snagging his briefs and pulling them on. LA wasn't cold by any stretch, but after wearing fur, even for as short it was, the air always seemed colder after he shed his skin. "I've been neglecting myself..." The Chupacabra said more to himself, though it was well within a vampire's hearing. He seemed to pause there, holding his pants in his hands as he got lost in his head for a moment.

It didn't last very long, only a few seconds, Gabriel snapping himself out of it as he continued to get dressed. His mom constantly told him to treat himself like one of his animals, but that was hard to do when the animals required so much of his time to be healthy and comfortable. Shrugging it off in a 'I'm not dead yet' way, Gabriel knelt to feel for his black socks in the desert brush. "How do you think I'd fare against a vampire going all out?" He asked casually.

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 May 10, 2018 #66
Beckett took a moment to retrieve his jacket from the scrub where he had thrown it and shook it out, slinging it over his shoulder as he walked slowly back towards the building. Gabriel had finished shifting his form by the time Beckett had returned; it was unfortunate, as Beckett knew he would quite like to watch the creature shift again.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." He smiled, standing by the wall as he watched Gabriel dress himself, silently appreciating his pleasant looking human form.

"Now, that is a tricky question indeed. I must admit, you caught me by surprise by your tail. I was not sure how strong it would be. But as a general rule of thumb for vampires, our strength depends on how old we are and who our sire was."

"When we are created, our sire uses their blood to change our own. This initial blood is very important. If the sire is strong, then so too is the offspring. A year old vampire could be as strong as a fifty year old, but only if the sire was strong."

Beckett shrugged. "As for me, as I already said, I am no one special."
Of course, it was a lie; his sire was long dead, but Kiran had been strong and that meant that Beckett was also strong.


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 May 14, 2018 #67
Listening to the information, Gabriel finished getting dressed, comfortable in his skin to do so in front of another. There was zero body shyness to him, meaning he was either just like that, or the other chupacabra were like that as well. There was also the possibility that other races of Native preternaturals were also comfortable in their skin. "Age doesn't gauge much for chupacabras. It's all about how alpha you are." He frowned slightly as his fingers buttoned his shirt.

"No... More alpha just means you're more willing to use your strength and get stronger. Genetics determine strength and speed. Using them, like how Humans work out, makes us stronger or faster." That was much more accurate, at least for cabras. "There are others who grow stronger by age. I know two down in Mexico were so strong back before the Aztecs that they was revered as a Gods and they've gotten stronger since then." He shrugged, remembering the quetzalcoatl pair who'd been too stubborn to move to the West coast when the Europeans had invaded them for the second time.

Eyes sharpening in curiosity at the Vampire's statement of not being anyone special, Gabriel placed his hands on his hips and looked the other up and down. "I don't believe you." He stated before heading towards the door.

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 May 15, 2018 #68
"Alpha?" Beckett's lips twitched in amusement as he thought of the Alpha Male stereotype in popular culture right now. "So how much of an Alpha are you?"

His question was loaded as he looked his sponsor up and down.
"Ruler of your pack?"

Some men preferred to lead, to take control of any situation yet others preferred a more... subservient role. Beckett wondered idly which role this man preferred to take.

Beckett smiled as he was called out.
"Well, perhaps I'm a little special, if I do say so myself."

His smile faded as he thought of the representative of the Council that he had met earlier.
"Call me pompous all you wish, but I do believe I could be an asset to you and your people. If I am granted sanctuary, then I assure you, I will only grow stronger. I do not wish to be your enemy."
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 May 21, 2018 #69
Shrugging his shoulders, Gabriel opened the door and held it open for the Vampire to go in before him. "I'm nineth in line of about three hundred." He admitted, though he only believed he was that high because his mother's blood ran through his veins. The three hundred were only the ones in LA proper, as well. The ones his mother directly talked to, though she would never claim to be alpha over the other cabras like what Mark was implying.

"We're solitary, not pack animals." Gabriel pointed out with a quirked lip as he tried to imagine a bunch of them trying to run as one. He could see them going a few steps before one of them would flop into a bush they liked the smell of and rubbing themselves all over it. "Truthfully, we're all a little anti-establishment anyway. We'd probably come together as a group and kill whoever tried to rule us like a pack." Shrugging again, he checked the time on his recovered watch.

Looking up into the Vampire's eyes, Gabriel searched them for a long moment, his own dark eyes flecked with tiny points of red that came from having shifted not that long ago. "I don't like having enemies." The cabra sighed. "It takes too much energy and it ends up with dead animals, but I can't decide your fate, I am not Council. I will plead your case with what I know about you, but I can do nothing more. Maybe I can introduce you to another who might speak for you. I know a few people."

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 Jun 06, 2018 #70
Beckett nodded with a small smile; ninth in line wasn't too bad for a sponsor, he could do a heck of a lot worse.

"Please, introduce me to whoever you feel could assist. I look forward to finding out more about you and your people. Hopefully, they will make the right decision."

Yet right now, Beckett knew that he needed to get ready to sleep. He could feel the light preparing to break over the horizon, tugging at him. If he had gotten to this point without a shelter secured, he would become desperate, fighting to get away from the light.

"It is nearly dawn." Beckett smiled, heading towards his room. "I hope you have a pleasant day and I will see you once the sun has departed."

He closed the door behind him, locking it securely. Beckett then headed to the bathroom and locked that as well, setting a towel down across the bottom of the door to blot out the rest of the light.

Satisfied, Beckett sat down on the floor beside the toilet. The moment that dawn broke, he was as still as a corpse, completely unaware of anything around him. If one of his many enemies managed to find him in such a vulnerable position, then he would be powerless to defend himself.

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 Jun 10, 2018 #71
Slipping into the chair of his desk, Gabriel focused his gaze on the pair of orangutan in the corner, one robotic, one living. He had been given permission to introduce Mark to others to attempt to get them on his side. Some he knew would just kill the Vampire on the spot, or attempt to. Turning to face the windows in his office, Gabriel watched the sun rise, just enjoying it. Once it was high enough in the sky, Gabriel turned to look at his cellphone, sending a quick message while he plotted and planned.

~~~~~~

Annisa and Gabriel were wrestling when the sun set again. The shifter looked like he was happy as he let the orangutan pin a limb down before he got loose and did the same to her. Anything that could be broken during their play had been left on the desk, including a phone that said it was waiting for Gabriel to pay attention to it's several unread text messages and four phone calls with just as many voice mails.

Grinning at the happy and triumphant noises Annisa was making, Gabriel repeated them when it was appropriate for him to do so, encouraging her to act and sound like an orangutan instead of a human/cabra mix. Gabriel knew that soon she would be with her kind and it would be much easier on her if she 'talked' like them instead of like him. Pouncing on her gently when he got the chance, Gabriel made triumphant noises as he tickled her sides, making her scream and laugh almost like a human child would.

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 Jun 11, 2018 #72
The moment the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Beckett's eyes flickered open. Always, when his eyes opened in a strange place, there was a moment of doubt in case his situation had changed whilst he slept. Fortunately, tonight, the room was exactly how he had left it.

Sighing faintly, he stood and straightened out his clothing, taking a brief glance in the bathroom mirror to make sure that he did not look as if he had spent the day slumped next to the toilet.

Once he was satisfied, he headed out to find his sponsor. Following the sounds of play, he paused in the doorway, watching. It was a beautiful scene. Beckett snorted faintly, enough to make your heart melt. If you had one. Beckett's heart, however, was a shriveled organ, dead and useless inside his body. Never mind.

Smiling, Beckett approached.
"Good evening."

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 Jun 11, 2018 #73
Catching Annisa as she jumped onto his chest, Gabriel glanced at the vampire before returning the majority of his attention back to his charge. She was strong and she would accidentally break something if he wasn't paying attention. Which wouldn't be her fault. "Morning." He greeted, flipping the baby orangutan upside down, tilting his head to the side to avoid her flailing legs. "Let me wear her out before we go." He stopped there, letting Annisa go, her fingers in his belt loop stopping her from tumbling down to the floor.

Orange furred back feet grabbed onto Gabriel's thigh as the Cabra went to pull fingers out of his belt loops so that his pants wouldn't get ripped. It didn't take too much playtime after that, Gabriel having been wearing out the orangutan for a few hours now. Annisa's endurance was growing, which was both good and bad. Good because it meant her ability to survive was getting better and better, but also bad because he was the only one she would play with here. He had endurance, but for running and hurting. Not for wrestling.

Slumping as Annisa decided she was done, Gabriel started to part her hair, going through the motions of grooming and looking for lice. It was slow and methodical, giving Gabriel time to relax again and Annisa time to eat something without making a mess of him or his car. Using baby wipes to clean his charge of as she attempted to latch onto his chest for travel, Gabriel smiled. He would never have children, but that was fine considering all his parental tendencies were needed for the animals he took care of. As she settled herself after an impromptu bath, Gabriel picked up his phone and dismissed most of his waiting messages.

"A friend of mine said he would meet you." Gabriel started, focusing completely on Mark now. "His name is Wolf, he's a Wendigo. He said he would have blood for you, too. His feeding habits mean he has plenty of donors around."

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 Jun 17, 2018 #74
"Be my guest."

Beckett eased himself into a chair, watching as his sponsor wrestled with the young ape. This was the first orangutan that he had ever seen, it was interesting to try and gauge its strength, based on what he knew of Gabriel's own ability.

He glanced up at the mention of his friend, frowning lightly at the word Wendigo; it, just like so many of the species that Gabriel had talked about, meant little to him.

"Wolf?"

He shook his head lightly, was a Wendigo merely another word for werewolf? Did they even have werewolves here?

"Tell me about the Wendigo, please."

Gabriel's use of language was interesting, the word donor usually suggested a willing person, giving their blood, rather than the sort of meals that Beckett was used to having. He wondered idly what Wendigo blood tasted like, but it seemed that he would have ample chance to taste it for himself.

He smiled brightly.
"I look forward to meeting this Wolf."

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 Jun 18, 2018 #75
"Wolf is the name he took." Gabriel started, continuing to groom Annisa, which she started to return the favor on his leg, showing that she was learning how to do this by feel which was a good thing. "Wendigo stories were told by the Natives to keep people from cannibalizing each other during the long winters in the Northern states and Canada. After eating the meat of other humans, people become monsters who hunt and stalk Humans, slowly eating their flesh to last them all winter long. That's how the stories go, at least."

There was truth in them of course, but it wasn't all true and there were things that were left out. Especially when told to White people. "Wendigo do eat people very slowly. A few bites at a time. It's very painful, as you can imagine, so Wendigo tend to keep victims locked in basements that are set up to be completely sound proof. Others, like Wolf, find people who get off on pain and he pays them for their donations. Eventually he'll kill them, but until then they live lives as happy as can be made." Shrugging, Gabriel picked Annisa up and let her latch onto his chest where she settled, back feet grasping his hips tightly.

"Glad to hear it. Do you need anything before we go see him? Or are you ready now?" The Chupacabra looked at Mark expectantly, apparently already having planned that they would go see the Wendigo when the Vampire was up and around enough to travel. "It's not far from here. Twenty minute drive." It wasn't a very good section of town, but that's the way Wolf made it. He ran the pack of Wendigo in LA and it was the largest in the world.
"Cannibals? Fascinating."

Beckett found himself wondering idly if there were western versions of this Wendigo. Of course, cannibalisation was a taboo subject back home. There was the odd story, every so often, yet they mostly were stories of unscrupulous folk selling the meat of others to line their pockets. The demon barber Sweeney Todd and the like. Those who were caught eating others' flesh themselves were often classed as mad, yet it seemed to be the only side effect from such actions, unless it was all hidden from view, even deeper than vampirism was.

He nodded at the explanation of modern Wendigo life; he was no stranger to hoarding live food in a basement, he had done so himself on many occasions. Blood slaves. There were indeed willing donors to be found, those who got off on a little BDSM, but for the most part, Beckett's own victims were unwilling.

"If he has blood for me there, then that is all I need. I am ready to leave now."

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 Jul 02, 2018 #77
Nodding his head, Gabriel went to his desk and made sure he had his keys, wallet, and other various things he would need to keep Annisa happy. As much as he liked her, he would be glad when she went to her sanctuary. His mother had told him there was nothing like the life of being a bachelor with no kids and she was right. He missed his freedom.

Walking out of his office, he waited for Mark to get out before he locked it. Resting his hand on Annisa's back as he walked down the hallway, Gabriel went over how well he knew both males and how well they would get along. Wolf was old, even by the standards of the long lived, but nobody, not even Wolf, knew exactly how old. "Have you ever met anyone older than you?" Gabriel asked as he stepped out into the early night. It was true dark and the cooling air brought a smile to the Chupacabra's face.

It had been hot during the day, his air conditioner struggling to keep up. Thankfully it'd held and nobody had fallen over in heat exhaustion despite the fact several had gone outside to take care of animals or give them a run, Gabriel included. Moving over to his car, he unlocked it and got in, starting and getting ready for a short drive while waiting for Mark to fold himself in. "I wonder if Wolf could eat you." He said absently, flicking on the head lamps. "Wendigo can't eat dead flesh, but you're not exactly dead..."

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 Jul 03, 2018 #78
Beckett followed Gabriel out, waiting for him to finish locking up. He smiled at the question.

"But of course I have. There are many far older than I. I was only turned in 1904 and I was only twenty-two when that happened. The man who rules London's darkest underground is so old, he was alive before the Romans ravaged our shores. Or so it is said. I never thought it wise to ask him how old he was."

"They say that others were turned even before that, but that it mostly legend. Such creatures would have left all traces of their humanity far behind."

Beckett followed Gabriel's lead and climbed into the car, closing the door behind him.
"I doubt he'd like the taste of me. Any body part that happens to be severed from my brain turns to dust within seconds. I bleed, yes, but if its living flesh that he wants, then he'd best look elsewhere."

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 Jul 15, 2018 #79
Before the Romans conquered Britain? What year was that, again? Gabriel couldn't remember, but it hardly mattered. Wolf or those Wolf knew who were older than himself wouldn't know the time they became Wendigo in the current calendar. Gabriel had to ask himself if he really cared or not. He had a lot of things to worry about right now, the age of Wendigo didn't have to be one of them. Not if Wolf wasn't worried about it.

"Wolf would say the Wendigo left their humanity behind as soon as they ate the flesh of their kin." He stated as he started the car and pulled out of his parking spot. "I've never known any before and then after, so I can't agree or not." Gabriel shrugged as he drove, his dim headlights barely needed as soon as the streetlights started again, brightening everything around them. The area where his rescue was located gave way to nice homes with fancy cars and large swimming pools.

They didn't stay there long as Gabriel cut through neighborhoods, the quality dropping to middle class quickly. "I wouldn't hold it past one of the Wendigo to try anyway." The Chupacabra shrugged, thinking about the ones he knew in the pack. "Wolf might know about that, being so old, but some of the pack are newish. Probably haven't ever seen a Vampire up close and personal."

Turning down another side street, Gabriel passed under a highway which immediately put them into the low income areas. Graffiti, trash, and stripped cars were everywhere, groups of people, mostly men standing around and watching them as they passed. Gabriel didn't even blink at the change of scenery, just navigated it like he had done the rest of LA. Part of him even viewed this area more of a home than where they had just come from. Here, nobody would tell if he walked down the street in his Cabra form.

Exactly the way Wolf had created it. The next turn put them into a clearly different part of the low income area than the rest of it. The sidewalks were 'marked' clearly in red spray paint, making a boarder. Novena candles, crosses, and flowers were also set up, altars for those who had ventured in and been lost to the monsters inside. A group of men in all black watched them turn into the 'restricted' zone and those with good eyesight would see them wince, look to each other, and start talking.


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Beckett kept an eye on the changing scenery, watching with interest; it gave him a chance to see far more of a variety of life in this strange city than he had otherwise done. It was fascinating.

They slowed down, telling Beckett that they were getting closer to their destination. He frowned, seeing almost shrine like objects set at the side of the road. It was not something that he was used to seeing, other than grieving families leaving flowers at the scene where someone had died.

He glanced at Gabriel.
"Warding off evil spririts?" He grinned, because that was working well enough.

The car pulled up and he climbed out, turning around to look at their surroundings. He waited, ready to follow Gabriel when directed.

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 Aug 11, 2018 #81
"Prayers to the dead." Gabriel corrected. Every species had their own needs for living. Wendigo were no different. The houses in the restricted area were 'nice' compared to the surrounding impoverished. Despite showing their age, the houses were better cared, speaking of more expendable income. There was also little trash to speak of, no stripped cars, but vegetation had been allowed to grow wild.

There were no street lamps or porch lights. It was as dark as it could get while still being within city limits.

Pulling into a two story house, Gabriel pulled far enough into the driveway for his bumper to almost touch the bumper of a dove grey BMW only a year old. Killing the headlights and car, the Cabra got out and stretched, for a moment, the Orangutan clinging to him shifting as he did so. When he was done, Gabriel wrapped an arm under his charge and closed his door, not bothering to lock it as he headed for the even darker porch.

"It'll just be Wolf and his food tonight, so you won't have to remember too many names." Gabriel informed his other charge. "If he even tells you their names. Sometimes he just calls them 'lunch' or 'dinner'. Depends on the dynamic that was agreed on I guess."

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 Aug 12, 2018 #82
Beckett nodded at the explanation; he had the feeling that there were far too many dead in this area to be counted. There were parts of London that had the same, close to where the vampires chose to gather, but in Beckett's experience, most of the humans that ran the city didn't care about things like that. In fact, most would see the lack of homeless people as a good thing.

He followed behind his guide, trying not to sneer too openly at Gabriel's assumptions that he would have difficulty in remembering the names of the people that he encountered. Honestly, his life depended on how he acted; he was hardly going to fall for an idiotic mistake like forgetting the right person.

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Walking up the steps and through the dark porch, Gabriel didn't bother to knock or even hesitate before opening the door to the house and walking inside. A riot of light, sound, and smell spilled out of the open portal, giving a taste of what was going on inside. The Cabra glanced behind him once at the Vampire before stepping inside into the chaos. Five Wendigo sat on various chairs and couches on the edges, pale under their dark red skin and eyes shining black like beetles with no whites. The smell of alcohol, drugs, and blood saturated the front room, but it was the numerous Humans, packed in the middle, who were giving off the smells as they talked, laughed, danced, and had a good time.

Everyone was scantily clad at most, some completely bare, but the Humans all had pieces missing. Toes, feet, shins... Starting from the bottom up, they were disappearing, tightly wound bandages covering the wounds. Gabriel wasn't uncomfortable as he skirted the Humans and most of the Wendigo, aiming for one in a plush armchair and wearing a pair of loose shorts; long hair braided tightly and flipped over the back. There was a crude tattoo on one bicep of a wolf paw print. The partying humans didn't notice the strangers coming in, their life boiled down to having as much fun as possible in the time they had left, the Wendigo they had bartered their life away to taking care of threats and providing for them while taking their pound of flesh when needed.

Gabriel was able to pass through without comment, but the Vampire would have a lot more issue. The four other Wendigo would stand up as soon as Beckett entered, black eyes narrowing in aggression at him. At that point the Humans would notice and become skittish, their drunk and high brains knowing something was different, but unable to pinpoint what.

"Relax." Wolf said, his deep timbre barely heard over the softly playing music, just the right level for sensitive hearing. "He's my guest for now." He finally looked up from his lap where he was carving a bone with a sharp knife, beetle black eyes focusing on Gabriel momentarily with fondness, before moving to the Vampire with something akin to mild curiosity. "So.... You need blood?"

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 Aug 26, 2018 #84
They were greeted by a very interesting scene indeed. Beckett was no stranger to parties similar to this, with the humans blissfully unaware of the predators that surrounded them. Yet what was immediately different was the missing pieces. Beckett inhaled, smelling the blood.

He smiled as the others stood, his own dark eyes meeting their's. He raised an eyebrow, his smile unwavering, as if he were daring them to make a move against him, confident in his own strength.

As the other spoke, Beckett's attention shifted directly to him. Even without the paw print tattoo, it was obvious that this was Wolf, with the aura of control so strong. This was very much his domain.

"Yes." He replied simply, not wanting to elaborate too much about the length of time that he had practically had to starve himself just in order to get here and remain safe.

"Thank you." It was in his nature to be polite, even when faced with people who might not appreciate the sentiment. As they said, manners cost nothing.

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 Aug 26, 2018 #85
Wolf grinned and there was nothing different about his teeth when comparing them to a Human. Turning to another Wendigo, a female, he said something in a language that never seemed to pause for breath or sentence ending. Just one long run on of elegant sounding gibberish. The female nodded, but never replied. Wolf, once done, stood and gestured for Gabriel and the Vampire to follow him into the kitchen. "I smell your dust, Vampire. You need a lot of blood, yes." It was phrased as a question, but Wolf wasn't asking. Not entirely.

The kitchen was well lived in, not as chaotic or sparse as the front room had been. There was a buffet of food lining the counters and tables, offerings to the Humans in the other room. Some of smelled and looked to have been cooked in the kitchen they were walking through. Pulling his waist length braid over his shoulder, Wolf pulled out a key from the thick plait. It fit into the lock on a door in the kitchen and when it swung open, the smell of death, blood, Human filth, fear, and desperation wafted up from the wide and well lit basement.

"There are many available. Any will do." Wolf told the Vampire, gesturing for him to go down first. There were seven people chained in 'chairs' scooped out of the wall. Tubes of liquids going into veins in their arms, what's left of their lower bodies wrapped like ancient Egyptian mummies. Patches of blood seep through at some points. None of them are drugged and in various stages of being eaten. When the seven below hear the stairs creaking, they start to cry, whimper, and pray. None of them scream, not anymore.

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 Aug 26, 2018 #86
Beckett raised his eyebrow at the spatter of a language that he had never heard before. One that did not seem to have any punctuation at all. Interesting.

He followed obediently behind Gabriel, his gaze travelling over the contents of the kitchen before he turned to focus on Wolf as he spoke. His eyes narrowed slightly; he could smell his hunger?

"It is true, my journey here was difficult." He paused, frowning as he gauged how much to divulge. "Yet I will try and keep my feeding measured. Too much too soon is not a wise idea."

His nostrils flared as Wolf opened the door and Beckett could feel his blood quicken; the smell within was glorious. He made his way down the stairs, curious as to what he would fine. He stopped when he reached the bottom and he cast his eye over the figures who sat chained in their little berths. There was a clear distinction between these people and those above who danced in their euphoria. Blood slaves.

Over the years, he had kept blood slaves of his own, locked in the confines of a basement. It was an art form, keeping a human alive for as long as possible whilst taking regular blood.

He paused, glancing at both Wolf and Gabriel, as if double checking that he was invited to feed. Then he turned to the waiting slaves.

Beckett approached the nearest one, a young man whose eyes seemed to be already lifeless, glassy and devoid of hope. Beckett reached out and turned his head, exposing his neck. The young man gave a faint whimper, a voice ravaged from so long spent screaming fruitlessly. He leant over and bit down, feeling the man's wasted muscles twitching beneath his grasp. He drank deeply, savouring the flavour of the blood, enriched by fear and pain.
 
He could feel the man's heart beat, quickening as he drank. The young man might have given up and resigned himself to his fate, but his heart somehow fought on. Beckett's grip tightened and he felt the urge to keep drinking, to drain this man until there was nothing left and then to turn on the other offered victims and carry on until he had taken all of the blood. All of the blood.

Beckett wrenched himself back, forcing himself back. The young man was still alive, but only just, his head lolling against his chest. Beckett licked his lips, turning back to the others. Best not be greedy.

"Thank you for the meal."

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 Aug 26, 2018 #87
Wolf laughed, the sound was of dead leaves rubbing against each other on a cold November night. "Wanna be tough, he was. Came here looking for a fight. He would thank you for killing him." Wolf said, moving over to the young man and checking the IV fluids. The Wendigo had become fluent with a body's medical needs, greedily taking in new knowledge as it came out. It kept his food supplies fresh longer, something every Wendigo worked hard to do. Winters were harsh and hunger was crippling, even in the sleepless and glamorous LA.

"You are welcome to come back anytime. Better here than out there, yes? Less bodies to hide." Injecting a syringe full of something into the IV, Wolf watched the young man slump bonelessly into his 'seat', the mild pain killer and muscle relaxer taking effect. The muscle relaxers, Wolf had learned, helped bodies adapt to the trauma of amputation. Or in these cases, eating.

Gabriel watched with the same sort of curious detachment he had for the animals he regularly took care of. Despite the inhumane treatment before him. Wolf though, could see that Gabriel was tired. The Cabra hadn't been able to sleep very well, between working the day shift at his rescue and then babysitting the Vampire at night.

Wolf gestured upwards, a faint grin on his face. "Runner, go sleep. I will watch vampire." Wolf didn't make it a suggestion, his eyes going from Gabriel to the Vampire, then back again. "He will not be dust when you wake. Go, sleep."

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 Aug 26, 2018 #88
Beckett bowed his head at the invitation to return.
"That is most kind of you. An excellent setup here."

His composure properly regained, he turned back to the row of blood slaves. Blood on tap, effectively, with so many slaves at the ready.

Beckett smiled as he turned back to his sponsor.
"I promise to play nice, Gabriel. You won't have to worry about me."

It wasn't like he would take much watching; he would have to be insane to run, not unless he knew his life was directly in danger. Certainly, if the order came through for his death, then they would have a fight on their hands.

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 Aug 27, 2018 #89
The rescue worker looked between Wolf, who he had known a long time, and Mark, who he had just met. He couldn't decide if Wolf was going to show Mark a good time or torture the Vampire into giving every scrap of information Mark had ever known. Gabriel also had to decide if he actually cared. Which was a mix of both yes and no. Yes, because Mia had made the Vampire his responsibility, and no because he was already stretched so thin, taking on another dependent was already making everything else suffer in his life. "Yeah, okay." Gabriel finally agreed, his tired brain pointing out that Wolf was a Council member himself and wasn't someone to blame other people, or let other people take the fall for him.

He didn't have to be told where to go, he already knew where Wolf's 'super secret hidey hole' was. He had spent some time there before, both with and without Wolf in there with him. Heading up the stairs, he disappeared back into the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs to the second floor. Nobody was up there except him, and it allowed him to slip into the coffin sized hidden room that had no windows and was completely sound proof. There were claw marks along the bare wooden walls, a thick, comfortable mattress that covered the whole floor. It was basically a nest, though. Blankets, pillows, and furs everywhere. It didn't take long for Gabriel to fall asleep in the familiar place, comfortable and feeling safe; Annise cuddling his chest.


Wolf glanced over to the Vampire and grinned, his lips pulling back from his teeth like his namesake. "What kind of monster are you?" Wolf asked, moving to a circular door in the cement floor and crouching next to it. He pulled aside a small view port and looked inside the darkness. Whatever he was looking at made the grin on the Wendigo's face wider, until it looked like his face would split in two by the length of it. Strangest about it was no muscles were exposed, only the long long line of his white teeth. "What do you do for fun? Hmmm? I'm sure we can provide. We have Wendigo of all types here."


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 Aug 27, 2018 #90
Beckett watched as Gabriel left the room, leaving him alone with the Wendigo leader. Wolf was very much an unknown entity; Beckett had no idea how they lived, other than the basic information that Gabriel had given him. How strong was he? How could they be killed?

"I'm a vampire."

He replied simply, yet he got the feeling that Wolf already knew that. Was he asking what sort of twisted bastard he was?

Beckett watched him move to a small door set into the floor and peer into a view port. What was down there? Beckett frowned, but he could not see. Yet that smile was hardly a fitting response for even an excellently designed drainage system.

It wasn't always wise to divulge just how much of a twisted bastard he actually was, not on the first meeting, although Wolf might be a man after his own desire, judging from what he witnessed inside the basement.

Yet the Wendigo needed an answer. Beckett shrugged.
"This and that, mostly. I keep myself busy in a number of different ways." He paused, eyeing the hatch. "Anything that I can assist with there?"
Wolf looked up at the Vampire, grin still stretched wide and his eyes glittering like tiny stars stuck in the black. "You wanna try?" He challenged, having a lot of fun already. "She's a feisty one, and she'll try to kill you if she can."

Every word was said to goad the Vampire and Wolf wasn't being shy about it, either. He was not some master manipulator trying to get what he wanted, Wolf was an animal and he was making sure this one could fight, be cru3l, if it came down to it.

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 Aug 28, 2018 #92
"Oh?" Beckett took a step forwards, frowning. There was nothing in what Wolf had said that gave any idea of what was trapped beneath that hatch, other than it was female and feisty.

"I am intrigued. What have you got there and what do you want me to do with it?"

He was never one to back down on a challenge, within reason, yet of course, he was hardly in a position to decline. If he was not willing, then he might well end up being put out of his misery or worse, handed over to his enemies.

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 Aug 28, 2018 #93
"Do whatever you want." Wolf laughed as he released the chain that would keep thr door opening completely and then pulled the latch open that held the door closed. Wolf stood before he opened it, getting ready to be tackled. It took only a second for the figure to pop out as soon as she was able, claws on her hands reaching for Wolf as the rest of her followed.

She was in a torn yellow dress, red triangular ears with black tips in top of her messed up black hair, three wildly waving tails behind her. They were the same shade of red, but with a white tip. She looked Japanese in origin, but her eyes were red and crazed. Which made sense as there were half healed bites and blood everywhere. There were smells that pointed to other tortures, too

Wolf caught her without problem, his arms and cheat healing from the gouges almost as soon as she had finiahed causing them. Laughing, he flipped her around and pushed her towards the Vampire in glee. "Think fast!" He called, ripping off one of her tails as she stumbled towards Beckett.

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 Aug 29, 2018 #94
Beckett's eyes widened in surprise as yet another unknown creature leapt from the depths of the pit and threw itself at Wolf. Were those fox tails? She looked like a changeling creature who was caught between their human and animal forms.

A test. Clearly. Wolf's cavalier manner confirmed it as he easily turned the creature and sent her flying towards him. He crouched a little, ready for the incoming attack.

Blinded by rage and pain, she swiped at him with her claws, but Beckett avoided her swipes easily as he wheeled past her, striking twice at her exposed flank. The creature gave a cry of rage, her claws raking the air as she turned towards him.

Perhaps she would have been a challenge if she had been at her full strength; he could only guess how long she had been languishing inside Wolf's underground cage. Yet her eyes held nothing but fury, blotting out all reason as she threw herself at him.

Beckett caught her wrist with his hand and with a deft flick of his wrist, he turned the creature and he threw his weight against her, pinning her hard against the wall. She thrashed against him, her two remaining tails beating pathetically, to no avail.

Almost tingling with excitement, Beckett leaned down, eager for a taste. He sunk his teeth into her neck, one hand pinning the back of her head, stopping her from thrashing out of his grip.

He could taste the magic in her blood almost immediately, yet she had not used any when she had faced him. Beckett's eyes closed as he drank, the taste being rich and powerful, as if he were drinking the embodiment of rage itself.

Once again, he felt the need to bring himself back under control. Although he had been given free rein, he did not want to devoid Wolf of his prize. Breaking off, he leaned his head back and gasped in pleasure. He felt the creature's magic running through his veins, magic that he did not have the ability to use.

Weakened, the creature's struggles had lessened and Beckett released her, with a push to send her tumbling back towards Wolf. She only got a few steps before her legs gave way beneath her and she spilled onto the floor with a shakey snarl.

"Interesting." Beckett paused, realising that he had an erection. "I've never seen a creature like that."
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 Sep 08, 2018 #95
"Kitsune aren't common." Wolf replied as he leaned down and grabbed the growling creature by her hair. When her face was exposed, there were tears on her cheeks and falling from her almond shaped eyes. She clawed at his hand holding her, but once again, the Wendigo healed as fast as he gained his wounds. "Do you want her for... Anything else?" He asked his eyes focused in on Beckett's crotch to show that he was aware of the effect it'd had on the Vampire.

Wolf pushed the Kitsune out in front of him as he walked closer to the Vampire, keeping his hand tangled ruthlessly in her hair. Her clawed feet dragged, her claws digging into the Wendigo's arm, but that just made it all the easier for Wolf to force her spine to bend backwards, accentuating her feminine curves for better viewing pleasure. "Kitsune are extremely resilient, so having a little fun won't break her." Wolf said, grinning at Beckett.

The Kitsune was forced to stop less than a foot away from Beckett, Wolf holding her in place by his hand in her hair, his other hand ready to hold on to something else should it prove necessary. Which was highly unlikely. Wolf had taken her down when she had been at her strongest and now, she was nearing her weakest.

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 Sep 09, 2018 #96
Beckett paused, his lips tugging into a smile; it was true, he often mixed his feeding with the sating of other carnal desires. Permission had been implied before he had fed, yet he had deliberately not taken that step, not without absolute permission. Back home, there were strict rules concerning the ownership of blood slaves; to take what was not his could be a serious matter. The rule of blood slaves was why he was here in the first place.

He watched as Wolf dragged the kitsune closer, pulling her backwards by the hair to show her off better. Beckett's gaze lifted to rest on Wolf; of course, the Wendigo would have the pleasure of watching him work.

"I'm not used to having an audience."

Beckett closed the gap between them and took a firm grip on the creature's arm and the scruff of her neck.

"Yet I would be foolish to decline such an offer."

Pulling her towards him, Beckett twisted her arm savagely, pinning it behind her back as he shoved her against the wall. She cried out, writhing against his grip, but it was easy to hold her in place. Holding her still with one hand, he undid his fly and released himself.

The voyeuristic nature of his companion was not as intrusive as he would have thought; he saw it as just another test of his abilities and his nature. In an environment such as this, filled with pain and suffering and blood, his arousal was hardly stunted.

Without letting up his punishingly painful grip on her arm, Beckett kicked her legs apart and forced his way in. Even in that position, weak from the feeding and crippled from agony, she still fought against him, yet her claws caused little damage; like Wolf had done, Beckett had healed the scratches within seconds.

With each thrust, she cried out and Beckett fed from those cries as he had from her blood. When he was done, he released his hold on her and threw her down to the floor. Only then did he look up to see Wolf's reaction.

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 Sep 23, 2018 #97
The Wendigo was amused. The Vampire had been almost proper during the altercation with the Kitsune who now lay sobbing on the ground between them. Surely not as savage and monstrous he knew the European breed could be. "We'll have to go and pick you out one of your own." Wolf said with a grin as he grabbed the Kitsune by her hair and tossed her back into the hole in the floor. He was not kind about it, flinging her about like one would do with a sturdy bit of furniture that was in their way. "Then you can really let loose with them."

Making sure the top was closed and locked, Wolf gestured upstairs again. He could hear the slow throbbing beat of music again, but the other Wendigo would be more interested in his commands than their dancing food. "Do you have a preference?" Wolf didn't much care if the Vampire did or didn't, but he found it let him know more about the man who had become the monster rather than the monster itself. Wolf himself preferred weak-willed but strong women. They reminded him of the mother of his daughter. Who's weak constitution caused his dissent into cannibalism and his daughter's death.


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His own? Things were looking up, but Beckett could not shake the feeling that there had to be a catch to
this fine hospitality that he was receiving. When would he be made to pay the price? When he was deemed to be no longer useful?

He shrugged at the question.
"When you're hungry, you'll eat anything, but given the choice I suppose I prefer a strong person, but I do not mind if it is a woman or a man."

Beckett paused, turning to look at Wolf.
"Yet that is without having seen any of the choices."

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 Sep 23, 2018 #99
"Your preference, however vague, tells us where we need to go to find the choices." Wolf shrugged, his mind working on where to find 'strong'. Psychical? Mental? Magical? All of them? None of them? Following the Vampire up the stairs, Wolf made a list of potential places. "If you think of more descriptions, feel free to let me know." He chuckled, closing and locking the basement door behind them as they arrived back into the kitchen.

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Beckett nodded his understanding, but inwardly he was surprised; he felt like a customer at a restaurant, yet in stead of being given a menu to browse, he was being asked to dictate what was written on the menu.

"Well, in that case... I prefer an athletic build to my meals. Ideally, something with a bit of fire, especially if you're wanting to keep them for a while. I do not care about race or gender, but it does help if they are pleasant to look at."

He stood back, watching as Wolf locked the basement door securely.

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 Oct 02, 2018 #101
Athletic, inner fire, easy to look at. Vague, but with enough direction that Wolf could make some choices on where to go. "Let's go hunting, then." Wolf grinned at the Vampire before passing him and heading into the living room where the other Wendigo were waiting. The different languages of the Natives were too different to be universal, sou when he spoke to them, he spoke as an animal, as a wolf, his namesake. Then Human meals didn't understand much, if at all, but they gave him their attention as they were taught to and followed the lead of the wendigo who their deal was through.

The wendigo got up to leave, herding their meals out of the door as they went. Two humans detached from the others, both female, and started cleaning up the living room. Wolf ignored them for a time, instead picked up a black shirt that was draped over the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. "How many would be best for you?" Wolf asked as he settled the shirt on his shoulders, contemplating things as he went about getting ready to leave his territory. "I need to know if I should take a car or the van."

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 Oct 15, 2018 #102
Of course, Beckett understood none of the communication between Wolf and his cohorts, yet he recognised the wolf language when he heard it, it being very similar to what he had heard werewolves utter. Beckett raised an eyebrow in surprise; for all their differences, there were some clear similarities between this world and the one that he had fled.

He blinked at the question; he was to be allowed more than one? He smiled away his surprise as he replied.

"I am by no means a greedy man. One will do as a minimum, as I intend to conserve their blood as much as possible. Although, of course, I would not turn down the offer of more."

He shrugged.
"Either way, a van might be an easier method of transport. Easier to simply bundle an unsuspecting human inside without drawing too much attention."

He gestured to the kitchen and the basement beyond.
"I doubt that Gabriel's facilities will be best suited to hold a blood slave, although they are adequate for me. Would it be easier if they were kept here?"

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 Oct 15, 2018 #103
Wolf turned and fixed the Vampire with a stare, black eyes shiny as a beetle's back. "You speak, but say nothing." The Wendigo pointed out. "How many?" It was a simple question and Wolf felt it should be answered with a number, not a long litany of excuses and fake humbleness. Turning back around, Wolf grabbed his wallet. He had the feeling the number, when pushed, will be more than two, but less than five. Greedy did not exist for man eaters when so much excess was at hand.

Making a face at the flip flops, he slipped his feet into them none the less. There was no getting away from it here in the city. Not unless he wanted to appear homeless. Which he had done before. "Gabriel would not keep them." He said, knowing this for fact. As impartial as the Chupacabra could be, he would not risk his animals by housing a kidnapped human. "I have space and will not touch yours. Come." Heading out of the house, he glanced around, nose flaring as he scented the air, but then moved through the darkness to another house that had a dingy brown van in the driveway.

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 Oct 15, 2018 #104
"You expect me to be clear, but you know damn well that I am unaware of the rules. I assume that there are rules to be observed, but am I to remain unaware of them until I must face the consequences of breaking them?"

Beckett smiled thinly, not a trace of mirth in the expression.
"Ignorance is no defence. Tell me your rules and I will follow them. How many blood slaves am I permitted to have? I fully accept the responsibility of seeing to their needs myself."

He eyed the Wendigo's sandals; hardly the footwear that he would have expected for such a man, but of course, Beckett made no comment as he followed obediently out to the van.

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 Oct 15, 2018 #105
Wolf made a noise that was clearly lupine in origin, but he didn't explain what it meant. Instead he opened the drivers side door. The keys were hanging in the ignition, unafraid of being taken from where it had been left. "I am Council." The Wendigo reminded the Vampire as he sat in the drivers seat. The were large dog cages stacked and bolted to the floor and the walls in the back of the van. A faint smell of Human blood and refuse lingering in the air.

Starting the van, Wolf intently looked at the gauges before nodding happily. "I ask number because there is no rule to say how many. Only goes by need. Not getting caught. How many do you need, Vampire? I will make sure we are not caught." Wolf didn't bother to wait for the answer, instead he started their journey by backing out of the driveway. He wore no seat belt unlike Gabriel.

"I expent you to care for your own." Wolf agreed with a nod, though that brought up the issue of currency. Food needed to be fed, after all. The Vampire could always owe Wolf a favor. The Wendigo liked that idea. Would bring it up later. First, meals. "So? How many?"
Beckett climbed into the passenger seat and scanned the interior of the van, nodding with approval at the cages. Of course, the van smelled like it had been recently used.

He chuckled at the question; it was tempting to ask for a few, letting the blood flow. Yet although it was not good practice to starve a vampire, it was not good practice to allow one to gorge themselves, even though a young vampire could think of little apart from food. The descent into madness lay at both ends of the spectrum.

"Two would be adequate, thank you."

He would alternate his feeding and... other activities, making sure that he stretched his meals for as long as they had blood to give.

"I am well practiced in hunting. I do not intend on drawing any undue attention."

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 Oct 15, 2018 #107
Two? Wolf was surprised, but he didn't argue further. He had gotten the number he'd wanted and he had no problems housing only two. His Meals would help corral them as well, though he doubted they would be allowed out of the basement without the Vampire there to 'escort' them around the house. Accidents happened when unwilling meals were left to wander as they saw fit. Even in the area Wolf controlled with a territorial aggressiveness found in his namesake.

Driving out of his territory and to the popular areas filled with night clubs, twenty-four hour restaurants, and chance encounters with famous people, Wolf grinned. "If you cannot hunt, you do not eat." He stated and it sounded like a mantra or a rule Wolf said often enough for it to have its own cadence when spoken. "So many to pick and grab." He told the Vampire next to him. "No Natives, though. Best to stick to White. Don't tempt Her." He shrugged his shoulders. All the Meals the Wendigo had been watching had been white or in the case of the Kitsune, Japanese. It was clear they did not hunt their own.

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 Oct 15, 2018 #108
"Of course." Beckett nodded, flashing a confident smile. Throughout his life, he had never had difficulty in finding himself a meal and he did not see this new city as anything different. Human nature was the same, regardless.

He nodded, taking in the clarification of the rules. Sticking to white was a very simple rule to learn.

He climbed out of the van when it pulled up, casting an eye down the length of the street at the bright lights. He turned back to Wolf.

"Are you coming too?" He assumed so; he was technically in the Wendigo's care, he doubted that he would be allowed the chance to run, even though obviously, it would be foolish indeed to attempt it.

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 Oct 15, 2018 #109
Finding parking close to the street on a dark ride road, Wolf put the van in park and then gave the Vampire a 'of course' look. The Vampire was still on probation, of sorts. There was no way he was going off by himself to cause trouble. Though Wolf did momentarily think that it was a way to end the Vampire thing permanently.

Stepping out of thr van, Wolf locked it only because here nobody knew what Wolf would do to them if they stole it. "I use speed to get them alone. What of you?" Wolf asked the Vampire as he led the other to the best, loudest, and packed hunting grounds. Humans were so easy, it was like shooting a sitting fawn.

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 Oct 22, 2018 #110
Beckett smirked at the look Wolf gave him, wishful thinking that he'd be able to play alone. Yet even so, he was pleased to be given the chance to hunt for himself at all. From the way Gabriel was talking, he thought he would be working on bagged blood and the occasional willing donor for the duration of his captivity.

He shrugged at the question.
"It varies, depending on the situation. I pride myself on being able to adapt to what I find around me. Sometimes I pick up someone looking for some action."

He smirked, shaking his head.
"Its always amusing when you pick up someone trying to set themselves out as a sexual predator. The look on their face when you turn the tables on them. Delightful."

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 Oct 23, 2018 #111
Wolf grinned, his eyes glittering with amusement and agreement when sexual predator was mentioned. Humans were so easy. Give them a little power over others and they became monsters. Just like them. Only, they never rose above the level of food. Making a noise, more canine than Human, that meant agreement, the Wendigo moved towards the crush of Human bodies and their smells. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex... The smells hit Wolf even before he reached them, but that's what happened when a group moved and lived so close together. Back before the invasion, the tribes left their smells on land that lasted days or weeks. It all depended on the Earth's want to remove the stain.

Coming up a side street that put them into the middle of the long row of things to do, Wolf looked from one side to the other. It was as close to Hollywood as you could get without actually being in Hollywood and paying the price of being there. People of all sizes could be seen, but there was definitely a majority of beautiful, slim, muscular, and/or drunk. A perfect hunting ground for Man-eaters. "Stay where I can see you." Wolf stated, gracefully dropping into an outside table next to a mobile taco truck that had a line two dozen long. "Or come get me so we can move."

Hungry as he was, Wolf didn't want to take care of another Meal. Willing or otherwise. He had three Walkers and six Frozen. That was more than enough for any Wendigo.


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“Well, let's get started then.” Beckett grinned, pausing to scan the area. His attention was immediately drawn towards the heavy rhythmic bass that flooded out of one of the nearby doors. Personally, he found such places to be exceedingly annoying, but they were a necessity often, providing easy pickings with hunting.

Beckett turned, catching Wolf's eye.
“Do try to keep up, old man.” Of course, he was joking and the grin he flashed said that; he was hardly going to be deliberately trying to lose his sponsor, especially after they had given him such a sweet deal. Everything that he had needed had simply been provided, in abundance.

At this time of night, the queues had receded, for the most part, with closing time only a few hours away. The door man frowned as he approached, but Beckett put on his most charming smile and moved inside; he was not stopped, whether or not that was down to Wolf's presence behind him, he was not sure.

Beckett glided his way across the dance floor, moving through the mass of people dancing, their bodies undulating to the all-encompassing rhythm. It was almost dark inside the club, with bright lights flashing here and there, making it hard to determine what anyone looked like. It took but a moment for Beckett's own vision to adjust and he scanned the area as he moved towards the bar.

He was not just looking for people who caught his eye as far as looks went, he was looking for people who would not cause too much of a problem, especially as now he was planning on taking them alive rather than killing and dumping their bodies in the street. He was looking for those who had been separated from the herd, so to speak.


It was not long before his eyes had fixed on one such candidate. A young woman stumbled out of the bathroom, rubbing at her nose in such an obvious manner that screamed drugs to anyone who happened to be watching. The makeup around her eyes was running, a pair of black rivulets running down her cheeks from where she had been crying. Truly, she was a damsel in distress. Perfect.


Not bothering to check to see if Wolf was watching, Beckett eased his way over and caught her arm gently.
“Are you all right?”

He mouthed the words deliberately, knowing that she would barely be able to hear him in such a place. He could see her wary expression, showing that she was obviously someone who had an inherent distrust of young white men and for good reason too, yet Beckett wore his most charming smile, an expression that was calculated to be trusting and genuine and all of the things that he himself was not.


She looked around them, a little fearfully, but in the darkness of the club, it was almost impossible for her to see any of her friends. Separated from the herd.


Beckett lifted his hand to his mouth, shaking it gently as if to mime having a drink and he raised his eyebrows questioningly. She nodded, still with that wariness. Beckett slid his arm in hers, still keeping gentle as he steered her towards the bar, sheltering her from the crush of the crowd.

At the bar, it was possible for them to hear each other above the din.
“Thanks.” She tried to smile, suddenly aware of how she must look, with her running mascara.
“No problem whatsoever.”


She stared at him, his accent registering.
“Oh, you're English?”

Beckett nodded as he smiled, glad of the advantage.
“What can I get you?”
“Vodka cranberry.”

The request came without hesitation and Beckett wondered just how many she had consumed over the last few hours. He turned and signaled the bartender, ordering two of the same. He had heard of cranberries, but he had never bothered to try one for himself. He slid a couple of bills over to the bartender as the drinks arrived, knowing that he was getting low on what little funds he had. Hunting could be expensive at times, yet lucrative in others.

“Cheers.” He raised his glass and took a sip, nodding to himself at the dry taste. Not bad. Most young vampires could not tolerate eating or drinking anything that was not blood, their stomachs rejected it violently. After many years, Beckett was strong enough to keep it down, savoring some of the pleasures that life brought.


He knew that Wolf would be watching, perhaps getting some sick sense of amusement out of what he saw, but Beckett did not care.


The girl liked to talk, but Beckett barely noticed as he made all the right gestures, nodding and smiling at the right times. When the time was right, he set down his glass and extended his arm, suggesting that they went somewhere a little quieter.

The cold air hit her hard and she leaned against him, giggling.
“You're cold.” She complained, but she did not move away from him, stumbling instead and holding onto him all the more tightly.
“Yes, I am.” He agreed. “Just down here, you'll be feeling a whole lot warmer soon.”
He directed her down the alleyway to where they'd left the van.

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 Oct 30, 2018 #113
Wolf did follow, amusement clear on his face. "Takes one to know one." The Wendigo teased back. He didn't know for sure, nor was he an expert on European monsters, but Wolf had a feeling this one wasn't being completely honest about a lot of things. Age and strength being one of them. Sometimes were one in the same, but Wolf couldn't remember if that was true of the Vampires or not. Shrugging it off, Wolf split off from the European and circled around the opposite way.

The fragrance of Human sweat, blood, semen, female slick, alcohol, and drugs was in-bedded deeply into everything in the club, heightening the fresh smells of the group currently within the walls. It was heady and enough to drive even the most well fed to hunger. Some places he passed, dark corners, partially hidden by furniture or oblivious groups of people, held other smells. Fear and salt from dried tears. Wolf knew, by the tales of other wendigo, the female bathroom was worse. More salt and fear that chemical cleaners couldn't find and scrub away.

Stalking the Vampire and his chosen meal back out of the club, Wolf listened in on the conversation they were having. Cold skin. That's what happened when you were cuddling up to what was essentially a corpse. Staying back a bit as they neared the van, Wolf made sure he wasn't easily seen as he waited to see what the two of them would do. He still had the keys and he'd locked the van so he would need to be there to get her in a cage.

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 Dec 01, 2018 #114
When they reached the van, Beckett pulled his proposed victim to a gentle stop and he leaned in, pushing her up against the van as he moved to kiss her neck gently. She gave a halfhearted attempt to push him back, trying to escape from the chill of his body and the car behind her, but of course Beckett did not let up.

He held her like that for a moment, kissing her neck gently, then a moment later, he exploded into action, one hand clamping over her mouth to block off any sounds before she even had the chance to make them. He bit into her neck, having a taste. Her hands balled into fists, she beat against him, but she was like a fly smacking against a window. Utterly ineffectual.

He drank until she was weakened, but still alive. Breaking off, he glanced at Wolf.

"You going to open the van before someone comes around the corner?"

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 Dec 10, 2018 #115
"I thought it would be fun if someone saw." Wolf verbally retaliated without hesitation, not moving as he watched the Vampire and the Human. It was the Wendigo's first time seeing a Vampire feed without being rushed or looking to do as much damage as possible while maximizing the blood gained. Over all it had been an educational moment for Wolf and he didn't take that for granted, no matter what his age was.

Finally, after a drawn out moment of Wolf simply standing there, he went over to the back of the van and opened it up for the Vampire. The cages stacked on either side were all unlocked, so the English monster had his pick of them. The padlocks were in a box on one of the back doors, which Wolf picked one out and opened it for the Vampire so things could move quickly. "Should knock her out or she'll make noise." Wolf pointed out, probably unnecessarily.
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 Dec 14, 2018 #116
"Of course, you would." Beckett sneered as he turned back to his victim. She looked up at him, fear making her eyes wide.

He ignored the rather pointless comment about knocking her out; as if he did not know that himself? Such a notion was ridiculous. Yet even so, Beckett had to rein back his anger, reminding himself that they did not know how old he really was.

"Of course." He replied softly, his gaze fixed on his victim's quivering form.

It did not take much to knock her out. Keeping his hand firmly on her mouth, he trailed his other hand down her cheek to her neck, near where he had bitten her. Applying a little steady pressure to the artery, he caught her as her knees buckled and he picked her up and took her around to the open door. Climbing inside the van, he slid her body into one of the waiting cages.

Before closing it, he tore a couple of strips of cloth from her shirt. Using one, he bound her hands behind her back and the other, he tied around her mouth, just in case she woke up before they were finished. Satisfied of his efforts at restraint, Beckett closed the cage door and climbed out of the van.

He nodded at Wolf.
"Let's go find another."
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 Dec 25, 2018 #117
Slamming the door behind the Vampire once he was out, Wolf grinned, but said nothing. Instead, he mad e a 'gentlemanly' gesture for the European to go first. He had a reason for this, but it was a lot of fun. "Same place?" He asked, only vaguely curious. He had been up and down this strip many times, and while the businesses changed, the people didn't. Not really.

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 Dec 25, 2018 #118
Beckett nodded and headed back to the clubs. He was used to taking his time with stalking his victims, but with this situation, he was forced to speed things up a little; he wanted to be done before the girl woke up if at all possible.

He shook his head.
"I prefer not to hunt in the same place, not in such a quick succession. If anyone were to investigate the disappearances, it would be rather obvious. I prefer not to draw too much attention to myself."

Yet he was beginning to get the feeling that the wendigo before him had a stronger hold on this city than any vampire group that he was used to. He considered this thought for a moment as he walked; he could get used to this.

This time, he decided he would find a male victim. He decided on a different approach from the last, not approaching the selected target directly. Sometimes, it only took a few well-placed glances and the victim would be following the attacker.

Sure enough, a young man caught his gaze. Beckett sipped at his drink, maintaining eye contact. What other reason would a man be on his own, in a club like that on a night like this? A small smile and a suggestive twitch of the lips and the man was his. When Beckett left his seat, heading for the door, he was confident that the young man had followed him.

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 1:54 AM - Jan 13 #119
Wolf didn't quite laugh, but he was smiling when the vampire suggested that hunting in the same place right twice in a row was dangerous. New York City might claim to be the city that never slept, but Los Angeles was the city that never woke up. The humans here were stuck in their dreams, doing anything and everything they could to achieve them, even to the point of homelessness. Though people came here to be homeless, too. The life of a beach bum was nothing to laugh at when you were in LA.

Wolf didn't disturb the European as he hunted his next one, only casually curious as to the victim, but them looking around at the humans who couldn't see the truth of their life even if it smacked them in the face. Though Wolf supposed they were lucky. The Council cared more about them than the European monsters. Wolf missed the Vampire and his prey leaving, but it took him nothing to catch up and even pass them on the way to the van. His passing a gentle breeze through the hair.

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 3:38 PM - Jan 18 #120
The young man wasn't too bad to look at, but right now, Beckett wasn't particularly interested in looks. It was necessity that drew him to lure the first man to try and catch his eye.

Outside, in the cool breeze, Beckett kissed him, his cold tongue meeting the young man's.

"Hey, man, you're so... cold." The young man broke off, but he was utterly oblivious to his danger.
"Yes." Beckett replied simply.

He looked up as the Wendigo passed by him, moving far faster than he would have thought possible for such a creature. It would be interesting to face such a man in battle. Beckett smiled to himself, wondering which of them would win the encounter.

The smile still on his face, Beckett turned back to his victim.
"I was hoping you could warm me up. Come on back to my place."

When they reached the van, Beckett guided his victim up against it, moving against him much as he had done with the young woman. This time, he was quick, but that was because he was secure in the knowledge that he would be able to take his time later on.

A sharp, unexpected blow knocked the young man out and Beckett caught his body before it had a chance to fall and he carried him over towards the van's doors, ready to stow him so they could get on their way.

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“I think that was a line in that horrible vampire romance movie that just came out.” Wolf told the European from where he was perched on the van roof. “’I was hoping you’d warm me up.’” He quoted in a terrible French accent. The van rocked a little as he hopped off, landing on the cement only to immediately spin around to open the back doors for the Vampire to stow away his catch.

His movements were fast, but not the speed in which he’d ran by them earlier. He had to be careful messing with Human things at any increased speed, however. He had a tendency to forget his speed and crush or rip something when doing so. The Wendigo honestly missed riding on the back of horses or wagons. A horse, properly trained, would continue on without him and barely jump when he appeared again.