“I just wanted to talk to you, I guess,” Sophia shrugged.
"Oh. Alright. Sure. Whaddya wanna talk about? Just don’t pick something weird like sports or Jesus."
“I have.. I do not have 5 bucks. I have shoes?” He slurred a little, breaking into giggles for no reason.
"…Can I have your shoes?" He paused, examining the other. "Are you shitfaced right now, bro?"
- caydenmccleod started following you
"Hey, guy. What’s up? Welcome to my building. Can I borrow five bucks?"
“I’m Sophia, hello there,” Sophia smiled, looking nervously at the man in front of her.
"Hi. How’s it goin’? I’m Charlie. Soooo…what do you need?"
This man really WAS insane…delusional. Oh shit, what had she done? She pulled her cell phone out, scrolling through it, thinking about who she could contact that would be less likely to kill her. Aidan or Josh. She wasn’t about to ask Bishop for help, not in a million years. Quickly she sent out a mass text to both of them I turned a crazy person into a vampire. I need help. ASAP. With that business done she returned her attention to Charlie again. Pocketing her phone and rubbing her wrist she sent Charlie a dark look, “Not going through, sniffing or doing anything ridiculous creepy with my stuff or -me- in general.” She said, stepping back and away from him.
What else could she do? “You’re coming on really -really- strong and I can’t deal with it.” she admitted, having enough stress in her life. “I shouldn’t have turned you…or bit you…or whatever…” She said, hating that she was suffering the consequences of her addiction. “I’ll help you find a place, I guess.” She said tiredly.
"With you?" Charlie’s brow furrowed, confused by her accusations. "You don’t think I would really? Seriously?" He may have been strange, with bad hygiene and an even worse set of social skills, but he wasn’t the type to force himself on a girl. "I’m wooing you! I’m trying to woo! You know what? Maybe you’re the one with the problems if you think everyone’s coming around wanting to rape you."
Tossing his arms up in the air, he brushed past Rebecca and into the living room. “You murder and turn me into this and I’M the bad guy? Whatever, man. I have a place. I found a building. It’s my building, all empty and I don’t need your fancy apartment with-with your fancy heating and your fancy electricity. So why don’t you just, drink your bagged shit and-and stop being such a bitch.”
→✘← He smirked and shrugged, “Try asking them nicely to leave.” That was a joke. His attempt at a joke at least. “Apparently. So twelve, right?” He would get them of course, but he wanted to make sure the number was correct. Not like he could really say anything. He had drank a lot more to get to black out drunk before.
"Been there, tried that, dude." The approach he tried was more screaming than nice, but it was as nice as Charlie cared to get. "Twelve will probably do me. Maybe." Hopefully. Getting drunk just wasn’t the same since being turned.
oh wait i didnt realize they follow me back i hope they didnt see thAT LITTLE FREAK OUT I JUST HAD OH YM OG D WHY DO I EMBARRASS MYSELF
[[ Don’t be embarrassed! I was very flattered. :> ]]
Alice watched in horror as Charlie dropped the body -the man- on the ground. The sound of flesh hitting pavement made her cringe. As Charlie dragged him toward the dumpster, talking to himself, and started to put him inside, Alice let out a low, unhappy growl. “Stop,” she demanded.
Pacing the width of the alley, Alice wracked her brains for a better way to dispose of Charlie’s kill. In the interest of practicality alone, it would be bad for the mangled body to be found in the dumpster. A corpse like that screamed ‘vampire kill’. She paused, turning to face him, and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to quell the sick feeling inside generated by what she was about to say. “You will hide him a few streets over, and you will do it in such a way that he will not be found, until it gets dark. Then you will come back, retrieve him, and… and… take him to a hospital. Not Suffolk County, do you understand? Sneak him in. Vampires are fast, I know you can. Put him into one of those cold drawers where they keep corpses and then run away. Tell me you understand and you’re going to do as you’re told.”
She scrubbed her hands over her face, sighing. “Now, you are going to go clean yourself up. I am going to go back inside and collect our food. When you’ve clean up to the best of your abilities, I will be waiting for you where we met. We’ll find some place to eat and we will have a very serious discussion about your feeding habits.”
"Come ooooooon, Alice," he groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I don’t have time for all that shit. Seriously. I got stuff to do, I’m a busy man. I’ve got things to collect and plots to make, plots which are significantly harder to make on my own I’ll have you know. Then I’ve gotta go to Rebecca’s, fix her washer machine, roll around in her sheets for a while, it’s a long day, Alice. Busy, busy."
Charlie huffed, kicking at the ground and pacing in a slow line, back and forth and twirling around as his mind tried to decide if he was going to listen to this or if he was going to tell Alice to go screw herself. She’d been one of the nicest people around to him, minus a surprisingly friendly ghost and another vampire who bought all his drinks.
"Listen, I’ll do what you say, okay?" Peeling off his grey sweatshirt, he used it to rub his face on, smearing the blood on the fabric. "But you gotta help me." Flashing a serious look to the werewolf, he turned to grab the body again, hefting it past the dumpster. "Get ketchup while you’re in there!" he called out as he turned the corner and disappeared to hide his kill.