1x1 w/ Creeps; and Dog Teeth

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evan raised a single eyebrow at the man. after he'd spoken, the boy merely sat there for a couple of seconds with a 'seriously?' type expression on his features. the male simply got up and set the waterbottle down on the table across the room. "if you think i wont let you rot, youre wrong. my family doesnt like weaklings. if i tell them you died due to our venom, they wouldnt care. i wont kill you, so itll look like you died due to your bite." he smirked. he didnt hold back his words, being rather blunt if not shut up. he wouldnt hesitate letting this man starve or become dehydrated. hell, vernon couldnt defend himself at the moment. he might as well mess with him.

"youre certainly entertaining, but dont think you can get the upper hand. im not what you think, vernon." evan was close to him now, standing by the other's face and peering down at it before he'd waltzed out of the room without a single care in the world. he'd gone downstairs to peek into the fridge for some of his only nutritional food. or, really, drink. blood, which he found was not there. at this, the boy grew upset about. hadnt jason bothered to stock it? evan wouldnt be leaving the house and certainly wouldnt be hunting anytime soon. sure, he can have mortal food, but he didnt recieve nutrition from it. well, thats just grand.

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"You know, for some reason, I don't believe that you would let me die here. I serve no use to you dead, but if you're thoroughly convinced that you'll leave me to rot, so be it," Vernon retorted, shrugging his shoulders weakly and closing his eyes once more. Truthfully, he didn't care who had the upper hand, mercy was poignant, and he wouldn't dare open his mouth to ask of it. Cruel, this man was, but he wasn't much more than a pitifully cheap version of the Devil himself, one with a plastic pitchfork, and papier mache wings. Menacing, at the very least, but ill when it came to the factor of fear.

As the other sauntered out of the room, he lay there, hushed in the moment of solitude. For the first time, he could hear noises other than the pitter-patter of his heart, but silence still rung like a gunshot in his ears. As the moments passed, he began to wonder where he was, and if anyone cared enough to look for him. The thought caused angst to settle in the pits of his stomach, but he thought nothing of it. It felt like a nightmare, like he could wake up at any moment and be free of the icy grips of his stagnant dismay. Though, he knew it was no such thing, and that's what seemed to make the situation all the worse.

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evan quickly called jason, practically ordering his eldest brother to come the half a hundred miles from their home to drop off blood packets sufficient enough for him to last a couple of months here while the..whatever he was..regained his strength. he was plenty aware that jason didn't take his ordering, but he did it anyway. not that he wanted to toy with the man. he was becoming irrational, that's all.

before long, evan had grown bored out of his mind. he decided to head back upstairs and into the room where vernon lay. he gazed at him with his gray optics before he'd mentally groaned at the fact that jason would kill him if this man told him anything. "here. it's the one time you'll get it, but that's only due to the fact someone i know is coming." he gave him the water bottle, completely dreading the fact that he was practically forced to give in to this guy. whatever. the man wasn't important enough to keep alive and didn't mind if he died. he was no use to evan either way, but he was a use to his father, who'd have his head if he were to die of starvation. "you're quite a pest." was the only comment he gave before he'd sat back down at the end of the bed in the previous position he had been before.

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Vernon turned his head to where he could see the other man walking in through the door and watched him with cautious eyes. As fearful as he knew he should be about this whole situation, he couldn't find it in him to be genuinely afraid. With a quick movement, his hand reached up and practically snatched the water from the other man, immediately taking a sip of it. "Don't start acting like a saint now, simply because you gave me a drink of water," he said, hostility oozing from his words, partially unintentional, but he admittedly was indignant about the situation. "Obviously you don't think I'm a pest considering you're sitting here, as well you gave in and gave me the drink. No sense in lying."

Mouthing off and being arduous toward the man probably wasn't the best, but at this point he was beyond confused, his head pounding to the point of exhaustion. He groaned and rolled onto his side, staring at the wall now. "What if I have to go to the bathroom? I can barely even roll over, let alone sit up for more than five minutes." Aside from all of the pain he was in, stemming from his head to the tips of his toes, he still was weary of what happened, and this man was clearly not going to fill him in on the details, or it seemed that way.

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"youre awful foolish. be thankful i even gave you any." the male huffed at him, his arms crossing over his chest as he directed his attention toward the window. it was a rainy night, and as the rain poured on the closed window, he couldnt help but become a bit intrigued by it. but, as a streak of lightning struck the sky, followed by a growl of thunder, childish fear arose from the base of his spine to the top. he'd merely flinched, but otherwise didnt express it. as soon as the other had spoken, though, he had whipped his gaze back toward him just as quick as the lightning.

"lie? and what reason do i have to lie to you?" a small tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow, evan was certainly intrigued by this mortal's words. humans were dumb beings. though he did have some mortals within his family, they had been turned earlier than this man and their ways were not engraved into them. it made the boy wonder why vernon had even been chosen. "youll have to hold it for the day. thats all. youll probably be able to walk. maybe. otherwise, hold it." he'd answered quick, peering back toward the window panes to watch the storm.

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Slowly, he rolled back over to be able to look out the window and squared his jaw in pain, watching the bright flashes of lightning briefly fill the void of darkness. "You're lying to protect your facade you have going here, but suit yourself," Vernon spoke simply. It was what the situation seemed to be, at least, but perhaps he was wrong. "That's rather cruel, 'holding it' is really bad for you, but considering I'm laying here on a dingy floor with the notion that I've been.. Bitten, by something, I suppose that's the least of my concerns," he complained.

After a moment, he remained quiet, watching the lightning striking in the distance with a youthful interest, the only thing serving any form of entertainment for him. He'd grown rather annoyed with this man's presence, seeming as all he wanted to do was make him feel like he owed him something. "Why are you so interested in the lightning? It's a storm, nothing special," he mumbled, pushing himself into a sitting up position and groaning.

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evan's orbs were fixed to the storm outside, seemingly guarding his home against it. it was perceived as an enemy to the male, and he would treat it as such. he was certainly paying a great deal of his attention toward the man before him, though, as he'd be responsible if anything were to occur to him both negatively and positively. his successful transition was evan's responsibility, and he'd ensure it was completely done with and correctly in place. otherwise, consequences came from not only his father.

"you've been bitten by a friend of mine. we're what your kind has named a vampire. we just see ourselves as a different species of human, but vampire works too. no, garlic won't hurt me, and yes, i can go out in the sun. just to get those out of the way. your transition from human to vampire will be painful, but if you do everything i say it ought to be quick." evan spoke with a calmness in his voice, now. his eyes hadn't strayed from the storm outside even the slightest bit, though he kept his watch on vernon through his peripherals. "oh, nothing." he'd deflected the question. that wasn't a conversation he'd ever be having with this man.

[crucifying.]

Vernon couldn't help but cast a glare toward the other, and sigh weakly. There was no point in arguing, it wasn't going to get him anywhere anyways. None of this made sense, nor did it even begin to. Perhaps it was because he was still groggy, and out of it, or maybe it was because it just seemed far-fetched. Either way, he didn't want to think about it, or even begin to try and make sense out of what this man was uttering. "You've got to be kidding," he snorted quietly in disbelief, rolling his eyes as he faced away from the other. A vampire? It was stinging satire in the very least. When the other didn't laugh though, is when he raised his eyebrows, and rolled back over to face him once more. "You're not kidding, are you? Why would.. Why would you let this happen to me?"

It became hard to even meet the other's eyes, his own burning with tears. He hated to feel so vulnerable like that, but he couldn't help himself. Everything was different now, whether he wanted it to be or not. Misery pitted deep into his stomach, mixing with the pang of disbelief that was still lingering and he huffed quietly, rolling back over and curling up on himself. The question was still valid. Why would this man, or.. Vampire, do this to him? Out of everyone. He just wanted to know that, at least. For closure, or whatever it would provide.

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this time, evan had flickered his eyes to meet vernon's. "no, i'm not kidding. what? you don't believe me? do you want me to prove it to you? i can assure you, you won't enjoy how i prove my point." he raised a single eyebrow as he studied the other's expression. filled with utter disappointment and distress. he sighed once again and ran a sole hand through his wreak of hair.

"i wasn't the one who bit you. i don't bite mortals yet. i'm technically still a 'adolescent vampire'. honestly, i'm a hundred and eighty nine. i'm pretty sure i've learned how to do things for myself." evan shrugged simply. "i don't even want to, anyway. as soon as i can provide for myself, i'm leaving my family behind. they're very diabolical and utterly useless for me." the male began to bite off his fingernails, his attention drawn to them easily without fail.

[crucifying.]

Vernon tried to calm himself down, not wanting to feel weak like he did. Especially not in front of another person. "I don't care who did it, this changes everything," he whispered, a whimper echoing in the back of his throat. It was stupid to be upset, but he reflected on everything, and how everything used to be and felt momentarily nostalgic. Not that his home life and such was all that great, he had just become accustomed to the way things were, and now that he couldn't have that anymore, it hurt. There was no way to explain that he was a vampire to his family. They would think he'd gone psychotic. "Nevermind it, just leave me alone. I'd rather not talk to anyone right now," he murmured, closing his eyes. Tired was the last thing he felt. In fact, he felt wide awake at that moment.

His head throbbed and his mouth felt dry again, but he couldn't bother to grab for the water bottle. He wasn't even thirsty anymore, it was this whole situation leaving a sour taste on his tongue. It felt awful to know he'd just be lonesome from now on. He was certain this man wouldn't stick around, it seemed feelings were not very common around here. "Because you're not diabolical?" He asked, forcing himself to sit up and look at him, furrowing his eyebrows. "You're treating me like an animal, and you have the nerve to call other people diabolical?" He snapped, rolling his eyes once more with a scoff.