Recall the deeds as if they're all someone else's atrocious stories

[affections]

Who: Jules, Hasi & an unfortunate Candlelighter (closed)
What: Jules has the Hunger.
Where: Docklands.
When: A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT. Well, a night. And dark. But not stormy. (Any day works for me so WHENEVER HASI IS AROUND THIS AREA I suppose. )
Warnings: Violence, gore, death. A candlelighter being eaten.
Backdated to December 16th, bringing this post on over from LJ, because we're fabulous.

She'd put it off too long.

For days, pushing past two weeks and well beyond her normal time putting off feeding. The advantage of being merely the child of another hybrid, rather than a monster, meant that her need to feed was less frequent, could be staved off longer, but that generally required a stronger emotional state and peace of mind than she could even pretend to have, of late. Why she'd put it off, she wasn't sure; Baedal was confusing. Granted, discretely purchasing bottled blood had helped a bit, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't as satisfying as the sick crack of snapping bones to draw out the marrow, or wet ripping of muscle from bone.

That is, perhaps, why she is not more careful. Usually, there is something of a method, moving away from her own areas, careful actions to remove herself from suspicion, should it ever arise. Typically the people were isolated, and she lived on the move, so simply leaving in the night was easy. Simpler. (Perhaps it was no wonder that Em had considered her a monster all the while, despite reassurances. ) Here, there was no escape, just Baedal and the fog, and careful considerations to be made before a target could be selected. Things here were different from home, issues twisted around, and surely in the past she'd never have gone after someone who sought to kill the monsters around them, because humans were the weak and the tormented.

It wasn't difficult to lure him to an ally, she had to admit.
He'd screamed, at first; a pathetic sound, all too eager to condemn others to death, but far from ready to face his own. Her hand wrapped round his throat, and she gained a vicious satisfaction from sending a paralytic fear through his system as darkness spilled across her eyes like ink through water. This was part of what the monster craved, the panic of the prey and it's own pleasure at the man's shaking; the brief promise of release, before her teeth tear out his throat.

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OH HIDEOUS I thought I replied to this forever ago D:

[affections]

This reaction, or really, any reaction that wasn't outright screaming from anyone save for another hybrid, was completely... disarming. Bizarre. She just stares at Hasi, ignores the bead of blood rolling down her jaw to hang in a slowly expanding string that stretches until it snaps.

A beat. Then another. Jules licks her lips, glances from Hasi to her meal, and takes a step backwards, slowly crouching to grab it by the shoulder. "You aren't screaming." Or making accusations, jumping to conclusions, which perhaps she should expect, given her ties with Mitchell. However, the differences between vampires (as far as she knew) and herself, was that a vampire could leave its victims living and breathing, where Jules tore them into bloody ribbons. Still, she's hardly eager to question it. This disturbance chews through time, and if she's been come across once, than a second time wouldn't be all so unlikely. (And on another note, she can't believe that she was this careless.)

Her gaze stays on Hasi, almost suspicious, and she drags the body a little deeper into the shadows, before her fingers tear through the skin of his chest, ripping down to his hips with practiced precision before her hand disappears into the cavern of his abdomen. A nervous challenge? Almost.