ThaDruid
Killer Clown
//: You eat anything tnight?
Ok. Don't say my name. MESSAGE DELETED
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Cole sighed, fogging up the air of the chilly mortuary room. They had Just spoken in code: "eating" meant hunting, drinking the blood of anyone unlucky enough to catch his girl's eye and pass through a dark enough alleyway. Throwing out the "trash", or "leftovers" was making sure the person, unconscious from blood loss, wouldn't remember anything. Or, at worse, getting rid of the body. There wasn't always a body. She hated killing when she fed.
He was glad he'd insisted on the code.
The blue-ish pale, dessiccated and completely exanguinated cadaver in front of him, rolled out from its cold cell and displayed on the steel tray, posed a number of questions and provided a single, critical answer.
There were more of them out there. Beings of the night like his girlfriend. Bloodsuckers. Vampires.
He snorted, and imagined what someone looking at him from outside would see, a man snickering to himself like a psycho while ogling a corpse. Ridiculous. He began rolling the tray back in, hiding the body from sight. Two years, and still he hadn't completely wrapped his head around the idea that Calcutta's condition wasn't just some... Blood-borne tropical disease. If it was, he hadn't got infected yet, anyway.
The idea that other vampires not only existed, but made their home in the City made him antsy, and made him excited. This is what Cole thought, as he returned to his nightly rounds through the hospital's corridors, before anyone could notice his absence. It meant truths and much needed answers, if they could track them down. It also meant danger, problems, someone who they didn't know was in on their most precious secret, and threatening to let the cat out of the bag. A very dangerous cat, whom people would take a lot of interest in.
Rhythmic steps echoed through the hospital's empty halls, soft for a man of his size. The gears in his head turned, many times others had described him as detached, cold, even reptilian in his way of thinking. This was his greatest strength, at the moment. A clear mind for a clear plan. The body was still unidentified, and no surprised, it could barely be called human in its nigh-mummified state. They'd have to call for dental identification before phoning any family.
He'd also eavesdropped on the coroner, the one with thick coke bottle glasses and a bad smoking habit, calling it a freak accident. Still no alarm bells going off. A few days to work with. Maybe a couple of weeks, if the victim's family came from out of town.
There was only one person he had in mind to call. Generally trustworthy, and at least tangentally related to the hidden world of the supernatural, though his nature still remained a mistery. Someone who could track a scent, and someone who probably knew how to make bodies disappear. Massive, red-haired and animalistic as he was. For a moment he got the urge to reminisce on how he'd met Yağmur, but waved the feeling out of his mind. More pressing things to worry about. He fished his phone back out.
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//: Hey, you up? Need a hand with some housework. Can we meet?
0stinato
Yeah. Threw out the trash too. :\\
//: You sure? Found some leftovers.MESSAGE DELETED Wasn't me, Cole. :\\
//: Sorry babe. :\\
//: I'll clean up, dw.Ok. :\\
Love you. :\\
//: Love u too.Love you. :\\
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He was glad he'd insisted on the code.
The blue-ish pale, dessiccated and completely exanguinated cadaver in front of him, rolled out from its cold cell and displayed on the steel tray, posed a number of questions and provided a single, critical answer.
There were more of them out there. Beings of the night like his girlfriend. Bloodsuckers. Vampires.
He snorted, and imagined what someone looking at him from outside would see, a man snickering to himself like a psycho while ogling a corpse. Ridiculous. He began rolling the tray back in, hiding the body from sight. Two years, and still he hadn't completely wrapped his head around the idea that Calcutta's condition wasn't just some... Blood-borne tropical disease. If it was, he hadn't got infected yet, anyway.
The idea that other vampires not only existed, but made their home in the City made him antsy, and made him excited. This is what Cole thought, as he returned to his nightly rounds through the hospital's corridors, before anyone could notice his absence. It meant truths and much needed answers, if they could track them down. It also meant danger, problems, someone who they didn't know was in on their most precious secret, and threatening to let the cat out of the bag. A very dangerous cat, whom people would take a lot of interest in.
Rhythmic steps echoed through the hospital's empty halls, soft for a man of his size. The gears in his head turned, many times others had described him as detached, cold, even reptilian in his way of thinking. This was his greatest strength, at the moment. A clear mind for a clear plan. The body was still unidentified, and no surprised, it could barely be called human in its nigh-mummified state. They'd have to call for dental identification before phoning any family.
He'd also eavesdropped on the coroner, the one with thick coke bottle glasses and a bad smoking habit, calling it a freak accident. Still no alarm bells going off. A few days to work with. Maybe a couple of weeks, if the victim's family came from out of town.
There was only one person he had in mind to call. Generally trustworthy, and at least tangentally related to the hidden world of the supernatural, though his nature still remained a mistery. Someone who could track a scent, and someone who probably knew how to make bodies disappear. Massive, red-haired and animalistic as he was. For a moment he got the urge to reminisce on how he'd met Yağmur, but waved the feeling out of his mind. More pressing things to worry about. He fished his phone back out.
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//: Hey, you up? Need a hand with some housework. Can we meet?
0stinato
