1x1 w/ Creeps; and Dog Teeth

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just the usual - don't post unless you're one of us!

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name; evan
gender; male
years; nineteen
+; thoughtful, un
derstanding
+-; mischevious,
short-tempered
-; shelfish, unac
cepting
orientations; hom
oro, homosex

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[crucifying.]

【 vernon. 】
【 picture/gif above. 】
【age: twenty-two (when he was turned.) 】

「 personality: quiet, manipulative, cryptic, bleak. 」
「 gender: male. 」
「 partner: n/a. 」

other: n/a.

[crucifying.]

The rhythmic thumping of his deafening heart beat in his ear was the last thing he could remember as the world around him faded to caliginosity. A pain resonated in the side of his neck, burning with an incessant fire, and he placed a hand over the spot. There was nothing about the event he could remember, as far as he knew he was robbed, or something along those lines. Maybe it was his subconscious blocking out the possibility of something much worse happening to him, but he'd take the thought of being robbed over anything else, without complaint. Or maybe he was dead, and the darkness was the unending depths of the life after, but perhaps he was being dramatic.

Vernon sat up, having to pull every single pound of his body off the ground, and groaned as effulgent light blinded him, forcing him to throw up an arm over his face to block his eyes. Initially, his first thought was to be sullen, but the feeling quickly faded to unease as he realized that he had no idea where he was. It was a room, that much he knew, but it was certainly not familiar ground to him by any means. The first thing he noticed was a scorching feeling in his throat, like he hadn't drank anything in days. He opened his mouth to speak, but was paralyzed by the pain of his throat, closing his eyes for a moment. "Hello?" His voice was rough, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together as he spoke, his eyes fluttering open once again.

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the voices of his kin were heard chuckling with pure amusement, laughing their heads off like the peril of others was absolutely hilarious to them. it had been his eldest brother Jason's turn this time, and as he sunk his razor sharp ivories into the neck of whomever this was, the laughing only grew louder, followed by a couple of cheers. evan could be seen, smirking once they'd all died down. unfortunately, he'd be the one responsible for this mortal. his first one, too. it was only this night his father let a fledgling like him escape from his building. he was not quite yet two-hundred, which would be twenty-one in mortal years.

the three that had previously been with him had soon left after dumping the guy in one of the many houses his family owned, leaving the boy gazing down at his new family member. the venom of his family was strong - stronger than most. without hesitation, he spoke after ths other, rather shocked that the man had spoke at all. "welcome." a simple word. "you sound horrible. well, thats normal. youll soon be in pain enough to wish you'd died during the biting." he didnt pay mind to the emotions of the other, becoming rather blunt in this moment.

[crucifying.]

In the moment that he heard another speak, his heart lit a flame of rage that his body could not burn in the moment of weakness, simply squinting at the other male standing above him. More than anything he wanted to know what had happened to him, but he was too dazed to even care about that at the moment. "Bitten?" The words tasted bitter on his tongue and he shook his head, realizing how ridiculous this sounded. A sick joke is what it had to be, there was no other explanation. The monsters he read about and- oh, so feared- were not real, but mere figments of the overactive imagination of mortals to explain the things that they cannot rationalize.

Perhaps he was in Purgatory, that could be.. Rational, right? He held his spinning head in his hands, as if that would soothe the nausea that rose in his throat, forcing his words back. There was more questions bouncing off the dark corners of his mind than he could fathom, and he wasn't sure he was too fond of the other male in the room. "If you're going to torture me, can I at least get something to drink?" It hurt to speak, like his throat was an iron maiden and his words were the victim.

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(i already ship them lmao)

evan had only just realized that he hadnt even explained what his species were. but, nevertheless, he decided to toy with his new family member, testing his limits like he had done with everyone else. not many took his [removed] anymore and he'd learned never to mess with some of them due to the consequences he'd already experienced. with a small exhale through his lips, evan spoke. "yes, bitten, as in bitten by a dog. maybe that rings a bell in your vocabulary, or must you go back to kindergarten?" he grinned, then held out a waterbottle just out of the man's reach.

"of course, but first you've gotta tell me a bit of information about you. name? age?" he questioned, deciding he'd like to put a name to this man's face. "i wont torture you. at least not physically." a small, sinister smirk etched across the male's features as he gazed down at the man below him.

[crucifying.]

(so do i, they're perfect)

Vernon shot a glare up toward the other, but sighed, thinking about conceding to this man's request. Not so much willingly, but he decided if he's going to be stuck here, he might as well exhibit at least some decorum, but concluding that he could have a lick of enjoyment first. "My mother always taught me not to talk to strangers," he crooned, waving a rather dismissive hand toward him. A lock of his dark hair danced around the outer corner of his pale face as he moved, tickling the skin. "But if you are so inclined to know, I'm Vernon, and a mistress never tells her age." Of course, he wasn't a mistress, but this whole situation did etch the 'damsel in distress' scenario in his mind.

If this man could play with words that delicately fell off his tongue in a perverse, but almost intoxicating feel, than he could play the same game. Maybe not as deftly, but he still had a way with his words that not many people could match. His eyes fell to the waterbottle hardly an arms reach away, his throat burning at the sight of the rippling water. Cruelty was an understatement, at this moment he felt this man was a form of Lucifer himself, and he was a victim in his game.

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evan couldnt help but chuckle at this man, rather enjoying his fun with messing with him. unfortunately, vernon didnt have a clue what evan was about. he'd mess and toy with his man till he was begging, pleading, even, for what he longed for. besides, he was at the upper hand. given the strength of this venom, vernon ought to be a weak, fragile being for a couple of days until he could even sit up, let alone get up, balance, and take a couple of steps.

"oh, i can tell i'm going to like you." a rather mischevious grin spread across his lips. "y'know, i'm getting kinda thirsty. i wouldnt want to finish off the last drink." he smirked, sitting at the male's feet in a criss-crossed position on the queen sized mattress. evan was certainly a force to the reckoned with. his own kin had to precisely choose their words around the boy in order to escape from either his scandalous tricks or his uncontrollable bursts of anger and violence. he was difficult to handle, and he loved it that way.

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Vernon may not have known a lot about what was going on, but he could read some of the expressions on this man's face and see what he was about. His gaze fixated to the other and he squinted past the haze that glossed his eyes over, "Yes, how unfortunate that would be," he hummed, trying to convince the other that he didn't need the drink, and hoping that he would lose interest in it. "If you're trying to make me beg for mercy, your efforts are poor, but at least you've attempted. Better to attempt and fail than not to attempt at all," he purred past the burn in his throat and stared up at the dull ceiling, closing his eyes momentarily.

Certainly this man would not let him rot away, he could see through the mind game that was being played here. Even if he did not receive the water now, he would at one point or another. Simply at the fact that he knew he would serve no use to the other if he was dead. "Besides begging for mercy is quite pathetic, don't you think? If I'm going to die, I'd rather not have my last words make me sound woeful. However, if you're going to kill me, at least kill me where the scenery is better, this room is dreary. Whoever decorated it has awful taste."