Satisfying the Beast (open)

Archeron woke up as the dusk claimed the sky, purple and pink clouds mixing and mingling. Wearing nothing put a pair of black shorts he moved with grace to the window of his small apartment. Pulling back the black curtain that blocked the sun from reaching him as he slept. The bright circle was now behind the buildings of the city. Light were beginning to come on and light up the city side walks as the main source of light was fading quickly. Taking a deep breath he closed the curtain and moved into his closet, taking out a black American Eagle shirt and dark Levi jeans, tonight he meant to find himself a "date". Food. Blood. It had been almost four days since he had last eaten, and hunger was beginning to win him over. Just a small bite is all he was wanting. Something to satisfy this beast within his chest. Bloodlust.

After laying out his clothes on the bed, he moved into the bathroom, stripped and turned on the water. Waiting for it to hit the right temp and then stepping into the hot water. He let it fall over his skin and warm him for a second before washing his hair and body. Once he was out of the shower Archeron stood in the mirror and shaved his face, then applied gel to his hair so it would spike in the front just a little. A crooked grin before leaving the bathroom mirror and then he went to get dressed. Checking himself one last time, he grabbed his leather jacket and headed out of the apartment. Walking down the flights of stairs and pulled out his keys to his car. The lights to his 1995 Dodge Mitsubishi GT flashed before going off completely, opening the  car door red lights on the inside of the car flashed and he got inside. Placing the key in the ignition and starting the purring engine. Backing out of the parking space he headed for the Seaside Carnival.

Pulling up to the scene Archeron killed the engine and climbed out of the car. Jacket on and scoping and scene, his green eyes capturing everyone's moments. Taking graceful strides as he moved people stared, but he never locked eyes with any. A small flirting smile for the women and a nod for the men as he moved onward. Loud music could be heard from across the pier, curiosity got the better of him. Apparently tonight people were dancing on the pier, so deciding to go over and see what he could cause; he made his slick way to the dancing. Archeron finally reached the music and the mass of bodies that pulsed and swayed together. Spotting a lonely blonde a wicked smile crawled across his features. Slipping through the crowd and up behind the blonde who was taken by surprise as he danced with her. Soon she didn't seem to care, laughing and smiling that she finally had someone to dance with. As the night carried on she became intoxicated, leaning against him and giggling uncontrollably.

It was about four hours later that he had her back at his apartment, she was sitting on his couch; just about passed out. She smiled when he went to kiss on her neck and gently bite it, his canines beginning to grow as his ears focused on the pounding of her heart and the rushing on her blood in her veins. She finally passed out, Archeron gathered her in his arms and held tightly as his mouth covered her neck and his fangs sunk into her throat. A small groan came from her but then silence took over again. Archeron drank enough to satisfy the beast, living the girl alive as his swiped his tongue over the holes and closed them. Picking her up and taking her to his bed as he let her sleep, going back into the couch.

In the morning the girl left as she said she had fun last night and for him to call, he just merely smiled and shook his head before going to bed as the sun rose high in the sky. Only to go out again that night.

Finally, free from the bondage of her home, Azalea, walked quietly along the sea side as music player from a mile away. The woman was wearing something chic but comfortable as she made her way over to the carnival. It's been a good few years since she last went to this place. Tossing her blonde curls, Azalea paid her money to enter and was granted a wristband in return. Walking Queitly she head over to the food stands.

(Sorry if it is really short I had no muse.)

After sending the woman on her way, Archeron went back to the carnival.  This time to just sight see, he was full and strong now. His leather jacket hugging his shoulders to show them off nicely. Reaching the carnival finally he killed the engine to his car and got out. Walking up to the ticket booth and gaining his own wristband. Stuffing his hands into his pockets the loner wanted to it and observe the area, his more than likely new hunting grounds. Taking a seat at a table that was near the food stands and watching. He saw a woman with blond hair walking gracefully, her curls loose around her shoulders as she moved. She was pretty from what he could see. But he didn't stand to talk to her, he was watching.

"May I have a chocolate flavored funnel cake, Please?" to most vampires it's not the ideal source of food, unless like her you could do both. Grabbing her food she sat down at a table. Slowly Azalea took her bites and explore the world in front and behind her with a quick scan before throwing her trash away. Stopping infront of the mirror maze she touched up her curls one last time before heading of to the games and tides, with high hopes of getting something. Or even try something to pass the time.

Archeron watched the girl, there was something, off, about her. Like she didn't belong here, like she belonged in some castle or something. Not interested to find out, he stood and followed her. Silently. Giving her enough space not to make it obvious. His hands in his leather jacket pockets, a small smile on his face as girls passed and waved. But as of the moment his mission was to find out whom this mysterious girl was. Although, the next problem was how to ask her what she was. Now he almost thought it was pointless, but continued to follow until he knew the right time to ask.

Steadily walking along, until her phone quietly buzzed in her pocket as she reach the Ferris wheel. Taking it it out she notice the messages that continued to come."Mother.....why?" Azalea looked from side to side before heading to a door. She flicked her eye towards the sign that read unauthorized, but she silently walked along the staircase and moved to a corner. Opening her purse, the young Medice took out several blood bags and placed them in a row. Peeking around her blue-green eyes catches a guy about to come down the steps in a swift motion she striker right in the neck with her fangs. Take the male's head she carefully put the blood into the bags until the man was empty and the bags where full. Nodding in approval, she began to place them in her purse.