Thread: Atlantic City Sins (LocalFriendlyPsychopath x Poppy) *HIATUS*

RE Atlantic City Sins LocalFriendlyPsychopath x Poppy The man giggled and rubbed his hands together, EXCELLENT! I shall save you and you, in turn, will help me, he said to her, Those men, he said as he crowched next to her and ran a finger over her wounds, licking the blood off his fingers, Those men did this to me, He said ot her, I used to work for them... the things they've done... I'm happy to find someone who's willing to do what needs to be done, He said as he leaned in and bit into her neck. For the next minute or so he drained her of all her blood, and she would indeed die. But a few moments later, she would feel her eyes open. He heart was no longer beating, and her mouth had his wrist in it, his blood, a black ichor like substance moving down her throat and filling her with a dangerous power. After he pulled back he looked over his handwork, you'll heal, it'll hurt, but you will heal... you have a few hours to find a place to hide. I'd suggest going to your home, or somewhere you can trust... and you'll need to find a source of food... in case you don't know yet, you're a vampire, He said to her with a smirk, I'll know where you are, so you don't need to worry, once you get yourself a little human pet you can drink from and can take care of your needs, you'll be ready for training... keep in mind you'll need them to drink some of your blood, but without draining them like I did to you, he said to her, I hope you got all that, because...' he said pulling a small pocket watch out, I need to leave... I have many plans, many many plans yes,' he said with a smirk, Good luck deary, stay out of the sunlight...' He said to her, Three hours till sun-up! he reminded her as he quickly disappeared beyond where she could see. Back in her neighborhood Jack sat there, a bottle of scotch in one hand and a pistol in the other. He was paranoid, panicked. They had kidnapped her. When he found the note he hadn't been able to read the final bit of it. ALl he knew was that they wanted him to meet them somewhere, the directions however were smudged, ripped away by what he only assumed was blood. He took a swig of his scotch, the ice cubes in it shaking and clinking against the side of the tumbler. He glanced at the mirror on the wall, looking at himself. He was a handsome young man usually. Tall, sharp looking, a chisled face and a strong jawline gave him a masculine figure any man would be proud of. His body wasn't particularly built, but he looked good regardless, a slender body with some tones. That was before this happened. He was pale, and shaken. He hadn't eaten in almost a day and a half. He barely made it home from the last run, when he found the note. He hadn't been in contact with anyone so he had no idea where she might be, but he saw what they did. He saw that they'd burned her house down. He had walked into the wreckage, the police still looking around, and found a small teddybear he had given her last Valentines day. It sat on the table in front of him as he put his drink down and lit up a cigarette with his slow, shaky hands. He stared into the charred toy's eyes and sighed, Where the hell are you? What the hell have I done? he whispered to it as he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.