Thread: Have We Met? [Quin + Collared]

closed due to stylistic differences The night was chill, filled with a cold that barely touched him. Still too pumped from the events of the last 2 hours, the crisp frost was a balm to his adrenaline infused skin, leaving his scarf untied and draped over his shoulders. Even as wired as he was, Alex Derleth was filled with a certain calm the usual urges that plagued him were silent, leaving him feeling giddy and amorous. Like a balloon released from its tether, he was flying high, free and unburdened. Which was unusual for a person to feel after what he'd just done. The house he left behind was not his own, the clothes he wore were the garments of a dead man, and their owner was nothing more than a mass of flesh and meat lying on the bedroom floor. Only his second kill, he still felt a novice when interacting with his prey, especially tonight which had been interrupted by a voicemail on a cellphone. The first he'd been gloriously unhindered and brazen, taking a bath and staying overnight, sleeping like an infant in the victim's bed while the blood soaked the carpet and the body stiffened in the living room. Wanting to recreate his little adventure of pretending to be someone else while using their shit, wearing their clothes, and invading every aspect of their private lives that they could no longer fight or hide from him, he chose someone a bit more upscale. Spoiled and greedy. He knew it wasn't smart to pick someone with connections but he would be lying if he denied wanting to try out some luxury. All seemed like it was going according to plan, Alex already eyeballing the Tempurpedic Cloud Mattress and the bathroom with the heated floor tiles and water jet bathtub, before his victim was even done begging and writhing. Then the cellphone in the guy's suit jacket pocket started to ring. Of course it did, with a 1,000 suit like that, someone worked for that kind of money. And that type of person didn't stop working when they got home. As was so. Alexander waited for the voicemail to pick up before fishing the gadget out and what he heard.... made it very likely he would be found with his hand in the cookie jar. No sleepover this night. Not in this house, not watching that razor thin, 45 LED tv, and not eating a sirloin of Craig Wallace, CEO of Oberon Markets, with a side of kale salad. It was too early in the game and he wasn't going to risk a family member or a fellow employee coming over and surprising him with his pants down. The least he could do is not hand himself over to the authorities with stupid mistakes. Walking down the street, in his new, top of the line, sleek casual wear, with ATM money in his pocket from Mr. Wallace's bank account, Alexander made his way to one of the local bars. Although pansexual, Alex chose a gay bar, mostly for the promiscuous nature of other men but also because he still had dick on his mind from the dead man who's house he hadn't finished living in for the night. With his black slacks, form fitting shirt and pricey jacket and scarf, all laid overtop of his slender, lightly toned form, he certainly fit the profile of easy meat on a stick. Music filled the space, the air throbbing with cologne and testosterone, voices loud and thick with spirits. Men tended the bar, two bears and a guy delightfully ambiguous with bleached blonde hair and dark stubble. Alexander went into the space, breathing in the sights and sounds, already fitting snugly into his hunter's mindset. There was something freeing, something playful about the tone of his approach. Having sated his desire for blood, there wasn't that sense of urgency to feed on and dominate someone else. Claiming a stool seconds after it was vacated, Alexander caught the attention of the blonde bartender and ordered a glass of something hard to nurse while hunting. The dark eyebrowed blonde gave him a slanted smirk and a wink as he delivered the glass, yet Alex sensed overwhelmingly that the expression was distant and not borne from actual attraction. Still amused by the other's ambiguous sexuality, he turned in his seat to survey the room, eyes dark and blue looking for something tasty to savor.