(BSF)

[the_death_card]

Who: Dylan and Jack
What: After some conversation, Dylan turns Jack, and then they call for room service.
Warning: Blood sharing, some brief violence, vampires drinking blood (no deaths)


onebehind: *okay, that in mind, then, he's camped out in the living room with what appears to be a glass of wine. you can probably guess what it actually is. it's also cold, but he needs to eat, and again with not wanting to scare the shit out of the kids and the fact that he's pretty sure that sitting on the couch, drinking straight out of a bag, might quallify. come at him, bros*

the_death_card: *and based on another coin flip, have him wandering down for a glass of water. he stops on the stairs when he catches sight of Dylan* Hey. *and then continues the rest of the way down and into the kitchen for his water*

onebehind: *lowers his glass, tracing his tongue over his teeth -- he's pretty sure he has blood on them -- and then offers him a smile* Hey.

the_death_card: *if he's not bothering Dylan, Dylan's really not going to bother him with it. he's lived with Merritt for a year and some, now, after all. grabs a bottle of water and moves back out of the kitchen* What's up?

onebehind: *logically, he knows that, but ... but okay, whatever. it's clearly not bothering Jack, and it's kind of stupid to try and shield him from it, since you know, he's going to be doing it, sooner rather than later. that in mind, he pops one shoulder in a shrug* Not much. Having dinner. *raises his glass a little* You?

the_death_card: *rounds a chair to drop back into it and shrugs* Just hanging out. I was reading, but.. *he needed a break*

onebehind: *arches his eyebrows, keeping his attention on him as Jack sits, and lowers his head to take another sip of his drink. and while he can keep his eyes from darkening, he can't really help the flash of fangs when he speaks next* Anything good?

the_death_card: Something I borrowed from Merritt. It's taking me a while to get through it. *grins a little*

onebehind: The one in Spanish? *never mind the fact that he's pretty sure Merritt's copy is an English translation*

the_death_card: Well... I think it was? It's translated, though, and considering my Spanish pretty much amounts to asking where the bathroom is and insulting someone's mother...

onebehind: *snorts* Well, you know the important parts.

the_death_card: *and just grins again* Yeah, pretty much.

onebehind: *grins, too, and swirls the contents of his glass around a little before taking another sip. and when he lowers the glass* I could probably teach you some more, at some point, if you wanted.

the_death_card: *takes a drink of his water, nodding as he fiddles with the cap, palming it and producing it idly* That'd be good.

onebehind: *amused* Don't think that "where's the bathroom, motherfucker?" would go over well if we ever spend any time in Spain?

the_death_card: *laughs* Yeah, no, probably not.

onebehind: *he hums, grinning* Probably not.

the_death_card: *takes another drink of his water, before...* Where all have you been?

onebehind: All over the States and most of Europe. *a beat* I've done a little of Asia -- Japan, China -- but I didn't really stay long. *and another pause* I kinda thought about Egypt for awhile, but ... *a wry smile* ... sand and sun aren't really my thing.

the_death_card: *just as wryly....* Yeah, guess not.

onebehind: *after a moment and another drink from his glass* It's not ... it's just tiring. Which I figure you got from watching Merritt already, but.

the_death_card: *nods* Yeah, I know.

onebehind: *a touch apologetically* I'm not sure how much he's told you or how much you figured out on your own.

the_death_card: He... tried to keep things secret for a while, but we were kinda living on top of each other.

onebehind: *he makes a small, amused noise* Yeah, that definitely makes it kinda hard. *hell, there are some difficult moments keeping what he is a secret from the hunter crew he works with, and he doesn't have to live with them*

the_death_card: *yeah, he really doesn't envy Dylan being surrounded by hunters all day, every day. but he grins a little, again* Yeah. I mean... I know there's still a lot I don't know, but... *pauses and nods to Dylan's glass* That doesn't bother me.

onebehind: *Jack grins, he sobers. glances at the glass, looking thoughtful, and then back to him* And if I decided I wasn't feeling ambitious enough to try and play it off? *if he hadn't bothered putting it in a glass* Or if I had room service send something up? *and he fed on the delivery guy. or he decided he wanted to feed on one of them*

the_death_card: *sobers, too, though he's still playing with his bottle's lid* I never lived on the streets, but I spent a lot of time on them. *which Dylan knows, considering Jack was mostly doing street magic* People behind clubs and hanging out in alleys don't worry about playing it off. *you're not gonna freak him out, dude*

onebehind: *he hums* Point. *a moment of pause follows, and then* Next time I might ... order out. This gets a little old, sometimes. *gestures with his drink to indicate it and then downs the last of it*

the_death_card: *nods* I can see how it would.

onebehind: *you have no idea, Jack. medical blood will satisfy his need to eat, sure, but it's ... more than a little unsatisfying, otherwise. it's cold, for one, and beyond that, the process they put it through to make it medically viable strips everything out of it. all the flavor. he's compared it to eating cold leftovers, but it's worse than that. and then there's the lack of connection, without actually having someone to bite. but at any rate, he offers him a little, tight smile, all that in mind and sets his glass down*

the_death_card: *he might not personally, but he's heard Merritt grumbling enough when he had to do with medical blood. and offers him a small, sympathetic smile as he finishes off his water, in turn*

onebehind: *true. and he can't really complain too much. even if it's not the greatest thing in the world, it's kept him alive for half a century or so* So, where's everyone else tonight? *not that he minds having Jack for company -- quite the opposite, actually -- he's just curious*

the_death_card: *shrugs again* Beats me, actually. I'd kinda been holed up in my room for a while. *just because he was reading and got absorbed*

onebehind: *he makes a small, amused noise* The book, right.

the_death_card: *nods, smiling faintly and slightly sheepishly* Right.

onebehind: *offers him a smile of his own, vaguely fond and reassuring both. he shouldn't be embarrassed about getting lost in a book* I don't blame you.

the_death_card: *returns the smile* They might be around, though.

onebehind: If not now -- *since he doesn't hear any of their heartbeats* -- then later, yeah, and I'll probably be up all night, anyway. *in his time off, he's kind of fallen back into his normal sleeping patterns. vampires are supposed to be nocturnal, obviously*

the_death_card: *lets out a breath of a laugh* That's one thing I won't have to adjust to. *he's kind of a nightowl already*

onebehind: *he grins* Yeah, that wasn't really a big problem for me, either.

the_death_card: I think it kinda goes with the... performer thing, too. I know back when I worked at the theatre, by the time we closed everything out, it'd be pretty late.

onebehind: *he nods. he never got that experience, but ... * I can imagine. *a beat* I mean, what, show's over at midnight and then there's all the clean up?

the_death_card: *nods* And they'd count ticket sales during the show, but there were still concessions and everything, and sometimes they'd need help breaking down and... *gestures vaguely*

onebehind: Yeah. *and while he may not have had the experience himself, he did set up their shows, so ... * Kinda one of the joys of working out of a bigger venue. You can screw around after and let everyone else worry about that shit.

the_death_card: Yeah. We have people we pay for all that, now. *and he grins widely with a hint of the little shit he tends to be in there*

onebehind: *he snorts at that, amused as hell by it for some reason* Yep.

the_death_card: *and just grins for another moment before he leans forward to set his empty bottle on the coffee table*

onebehind: *he grins back for a long moment, before sobering slowly. and a moment after that ... * I think Daniel wants to do another show, soonish. *not that he doesn't figure they won't be all on board with that, but ... considering Jack's supposed to be dead and the easiest way of fixing that ... *

the_death_card: *sits back* Yeah, he's getting twitchy. *not that Jack himself isn't getting a bit bored, too, but.*

onebehind: *he breathes out a sigh of a laugh -- no more than a heh than anything else* And the rest of you aren't?

the_death_card: *shrugs* Fussing at Daniel about it's kind of its own entertainment. *and again with the smartass*

onebehind: *he grins again* Point. *and then sobers as he resumes studying him* Kinda relatedly ... *he figures Jack will get why, when he finishes that thought* ... if you wanted to get this over with instead of stressing about it forever ... *since he knows the waiting isn't fun*

the_death_card: *sobers, too. yeah, no, it's not. and it's not that he has any second thoughts about any of this. he is still slightly nervous, and he feels like seeming overeager would be kind of creepy, all things considered. but to that end* I... *and then stops, not sure what he was about to say, there - and then breathes out a wry breath before he nods* Yeah.

onebehind: *he doesn't think it's creepy -- doesn't and not wouldn't because he can pick up on Jack's desire not to come off that way -- and he offers him another one of those small, reassuring smiles in an effort to convey that without drawing attention to it and embarrassing him further. a moment of pause follows, and then he slides forward to the edge of his seat* It's gonna be like before. *when he offered him his blood* Except you're gonna need to take a little more from me.

the_death_card: *takes another breath and then copies him, sliding forward too, and nods again*

onebehind: *wets his lips with his tongue, his eyes going dark as he brings his wrist up to his mouth. bites down, a small sound catching at the back of his throat, and then offers Jack his wrist, wordlessly*

the_death_card: *and resettles a little as he again reaches out to hold Dylan's forearm, steadying it and himself as he lowers his mouth to Dylan's wrist*

onebehind: *and as before, there's an immediate sense of connection. the obviousness of his pleasure, the idle wish that he'd had a chance to feed on Jack before turning him, and kind of a sense of ... wild anticipation or want or something. he didn't think it was creepy that Jack was eager for this if only because he wants it, too. he wants the Horsemen to be his in more than just the "the guy they were working for" sense*

the_death_card: *and he's already read from Jack most of what he has going on - though there is almost a sense of relief, as he gets that - that it's not just him, even if he didn't really think it was*

onebehind: *he makes a little sound as that relief sort of dimly registers -- he's a little distracted at the moment, thanks -- and curls his fingers against Jack's cheek, both in response, in reassurance and in fondness. a moment passes, after that, then another, his presence and all that comes with it steady through the flow of blood, before finally, almost disappointed somehow, he pulls away from Jack carefully. and again, even once the connection's broken, there's still that lingering sense of him and what he's feeling and his hunger, renewed* ... okay. *he's going to need a minute ... and probably something to eat -- but later, after Jack wakes up, since he'll need to feed, too -- before too long. that was a lot of blood he just lost*

the_death_card: *lets go of his wrist when Dylan pulls back, sitting back again and putting a hand to his mouth, briefly and reflexively, considering he logically knows blood on his mouth isn't so much an issue*

onebehind: *takes the minute he felt he needed, his eyes sliding half-closed as he flexes his fingers and his wrist heals. then, once he's feeling a little steadier and without warning, he darts forward, half getting to his feet. he puts one hand on Jack's chin, the other to the back of his head, and twists sharply to snap his neck. and he promised himself -- if not Jack, for fear of scaring the shit out of him -- and for the blur that it is, Jack probably doesn't feel it for more than a second, if that. and he's just going to ... carefully gather him into his arms, lay him out on the couch, and then go call down for room service while he waits on him to come around and so he has something to do so he doesn't start panicking, if and when it takes Jack longer to wake up than it did him*

the_death_card: *and in the end, it doesn't take long before Jack stirs, resettling a little - and then he's blinking at the ceiling, and okay, yeah. he was definitely more nervous than he needed to be about that*

onebehind: *he senses Jack's presence a second before his heart starts beating, however slowly, again -- and God, that's a relief -- and so he's waiting for him when he wakes up, having moved to sit in one of the chairs near where he left him. and gently, after Jack's had a moment to stare at the ceiling for a minute or two* How're you feeling? *he expects the answer to that's going to be something like hungry, given he can remember how ravenous he was when he first woke up, but ... he wants to make sure he's not overwhelmed by his new senses or whatever*

the_death_card: *he might be if he hadn't had some practice with it thanks to Merritt having fed on him and Dylan having given him blood before tonight. it will still take some getting used to, but he's okay for now - which is why, after he carefully sits up, he gives the answer Dylan expects* Kinda starving. But I'm okay. That was... *better than he was expecting, admittedly*

onebehind: *he nods ... and after a beat* Sorry for not warning you. I figured if I had ... *he would have died afraid and he didn't want that for him. rather than say that, though, he shrugs* I've got something coming up, though. I'd offer you something out of the fridge, but no one wants that shit to start with and it's gotta be fresh the first time, anyway. *to the point where, if it's not, if a brand new vampire has nothing living and human to feed on in the first few hours, the change won't stick and they'll end up dead for real. usually, that doesn't happen -- even if their sire just fucks off afterwards, the instinct to hunt and feed kicks in and they find something -- but*

the_death_card: *shakes his head a little* No, it's... *breathes out a wry breath* I'm glad you didn't. *he was nervous enough as it was, as he's sure Dylan knew. and he nods as Dylan goes on* Okay.

onebehind: *offers him a small, wry smile. yeah, he definitely gets that* Yeah. *he pauses, about to go on, to change tracks, when there's a knock on the door, and whatever he was going to say evaporates. glances over his shoulder at the door, the look on his face, the smile he's still wearing going a little feral -- Jack's not the only one who's hungry -- and then gets up to go answer the door. and as promised, there's dinner as well as, well, actual food, but that's less important at the moment. he invites them in -- them because yeah, there are two of them, and is that cooincidence or design? -- letting them drop the cart they brought up, and then, before they can think to leave, meets each of their eyes in turn to compel them to stay, to sit down for a minute. obviously, they do*

the_death_card: *and just watches, more curiously than anything - it's nothing he hasn't seen before, even if he's obviously never been in the position to actually learn anything*

onebehind: *he'll teach him how to do that -- he'll let Jack be the one to take their memories from them when they leave -- but first thing's first. turns to face him as dinner gets settled, frowning thoughtfully, and then* I could try to explain to you how to -- *he flashes his fangs, eyes all at once dark. a second later, the fangs are gone, his eyes clear* -- but it's not really something I can be kinda "step one, do this; step two, do this other thing" about. It's ... instinct. *he could help him along a little, if Jack wanted -- bite into one of them without taking anything and let the smell of blood do the work for him -- but ... well. it's really up to him*

the_death_card: *he doesn't really need him to, considering...* Give me a second? *he can already hear their heartbeats and smell them and if he carefully doesn't think about it... and then a moment later, his fangs extend, eyes going dark, and he can't help but grin, a little proud of himself despite the fact that it is instinct*

onebehind: *hums, pleased, despite that, too, and gestures to them* Your choice. *he'll wait to eat just this once until Jack has finished. he wants to keep an eye on him, to teach him to know when to stop before he kills someone*

the_death_card: *hesitates another moment before he gets to his feet, and then glances to Dylan again...* Do I just... *does he need to do anything to make it not hurt, for them? he's assuming Dylan's taken care of that, but.*

onebehind: It'll only hurt for them if they're fighting back. *and considering they're sitting there, spacing, more or less, he doubts they will. it'll be good for them*

the_death_card: *and just nods - had to make sure - and then moves to one of them, the choice mostly random, and leans over them, lowering his mouth to their neck, to bite down gently but firmly*

onebehind: *hovers nearby, fidgeting a little -- oh, he can smell the blood. he forces himself to focus, however, to listen to the guy's heartbeat, and after a moment, softly -- he doesn't want to ruin the moment for Jack -- but insistently* When you hear his pulse start to slow down, you need to stop.

the_death_card: *and it takes him a moment to really hear that - but he does pull back once he has, pausing a moment to make sure the wounds are healing - he learned that one from Merritt - before he moves away completely, to reclaim his seat and to resettle*

onebehind: *he's proud of him for actually stopping, that much is clear* Better?

the_death_card: *nods - is feeling kind of breathless at it all, even if that shouldn't really be an issue* Yeah. *and then takes a long moment, after which his eyes clear and fangs retract, and then...* Thanks.

onebehind: *watches him for a moment, trying to decide if the breathlessness is a good thing or a bad thing, and then gives up on it. it's a little hard to think critically when there's something living right there and as hungry as he is. he'll figure it out later. that in mind, he wets his lips with his tongue and wheels on the other guy, leaning in to bite him, albeit perhaps a bit more roughly than Jack did. he makes a small, pleased noise as he feeds, his eyes sliding closed. eventually, though, unfortunately, he has to pull away, and he does so with a sigh, thumbing at one corner of his mouth. moves to sit down afterwards, feeling pleasantly warm. he'll get around to teaching Jack how to compel someone in a minute. he wants to enjoy the fact that he just had a hot meal for the first time in awhile for a minute or two, first*

the_death_card: *it's a good thing. he's still just. adjusting a little and trying to keep back the culture shock - he's kind of afraid it'll still hit at some point despite being used to vampires, between Merritt and other vampires he's known. he watches as Dylan feeds - and he's pretty much regained his metaphorical balance by the time he's finished*

onebehind: *despite that and after he's taken his own moment, he offers him a tiny look that's equal parts sympathy and worry* You need a minute? Or ... ?

the_death_card: I'm good, I think. *and that's pretty much an honest answer - he can't guarantee something won't change*

the_death_card: You good?

onebehind: *he nods* Yeah. *a beat and then* You ... get used to it. *eventually, that feeling of culture shock will pass. it did for him*

the_death_card: Yeah, I know. *he's pretty good at adjusting to new circumstances, after all*

onebehind: Just figured I'd put that out there. *and now he's hoping he doesn't come to regret this or hate him or whatever. he manages to keep that off of his face, however, the only physical tell the fact that he hesitates for a second -- though Jack might be able to get what he's not saying, anyway, if only because they're tied together now -- and then he gestures to the remains of their dinner* You feel up to learning how to screw with their memories? *or should he do it?*

the_death_card: *he gets some of it - but he also lets it go when Dylan goes on* I'm good, yeah. *he wants to learn*