’ You coming over here and putting your filthy mouth to use. ‘
“I’d see if you’d say please but at the moment I’m a bit too horny to give a fuck.” And with that he walked over to the vampire and dropped to his knees, hot hands separating the crossed legs. “Finding another werewolf is much less complicated. Sadly none of them fuck as hard as you.” He looked up at him with a smirk, placing a hand to palm him through his pants for the moment.
krovopiytsa-deactivated20140315 asked: "Who did this to you?"
“A hunter, I would assume. Thought they’d get a bear. Now will you please help me get this off?”
’ I’ve already fed, love. I had my blood packets this morning. I could always go for some more, though. ‘
“Throat, wrist, femoral or other? Rephrasing that, which will get me fucked harder and faster?”
’ Much better. ’ Smirking, he pushed his paperwork to the side gently, before he turned around in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. ’ So then, you need to get me hot and bothered before I do anything for you, how about you start with that? ‘
“First of all–Don’t you need blood before you get properly hot and bothered? Second of all–This works better if you uncross your legs.”
’ I beg your pardon? ’ Leaning back in the chair, he crossed one leg over the other. ’ If you don’t correct your words, you won’t be getting anything from me. ‘
“I’m in heat. Will you please help me. It’s too soon for my next one so something shoved me into this, meaning it’s worse than before and I could really use your help if you’d give it, Mr. Auditore.”
’ Make it quick, I’m busy. ‘
“And I’m in heat, prick.
I kinda need your help with that.”
He ignored the others comment and grabbed the jacket from him, sliding it on with a small breath escaping. Was he really going to be made of something his entire life he didn’t want to become? He had no choice, it was either this or an early death… and who wanted to die when they’ve barely lived their life. A hard swallow followed, expression somber as he glanced back up at the other. “My parents called me Kristof… My master called me Magnus so… I dunno….” Marcus said that his new name was Magnus, just to cover up his identity and make sure people assumed he was dead… which in technicality, he was.This meant his entire human life was gone. No more school, or parties, or friends… his human life was over.
”Just call me Magnus, I need t’get used to not using m’old human name.” He said, bringing the jacket closer to his body, looking back at the body with regret before he slowly exited the small alleyway, eyes closing to the bright light from the street lamp. He glanced down at his feet, lips pursing. “What’s yours?”
“Master? I forgot how..different your kind were with your titles and name changes..Well, nice to meet you, Magnus. I guess. Kristof is better in my opinion.” He shook his head a bit as they walked from the alley, and Ephraim started down the street towards his apartment building, expecting the vampire to follow. “Ephraim Jefferson. But Eph works if you prefer it, over the years I just stopped caring.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking around to ensure they weren’t about to be spotted. Even like this they didn’t look exactly natural.
“How old are you? You can’t be ten millennium old with that bad of control, unless you like being sloppy. Honestly, even pups are taught to hide kills better than that before our tenth birthday. And we’re an entirely different species than you." Then again, they also had less time to live than vampires and had to be more careful.
He could hear the footsteps from a mile away, like the pounding of drums in his ears. He covered his ears quickly, a low groan passing his lips as he whispered to whatever was in his head to make it stop. He didn’t even realize what he’d done until it was over… and god the shock of it all almost made him sick. She was innocent, just walking home after a late shift at work… and he jumped her like a hungry wolf and devoured every single drop of blood he could manage to get out of her. But she struggled, and bled the rest out on the floor… god what strength it took not to bend down onto the filthy pavement and lap at the pool beneath his feet.
When the other appeared, he slowly looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, swallowing down the block in the back of his throat before he glanced at her with a regretful eye. “I-I don’t ‘ave anywhere else to go.” He said, the thick accent more than obvious. He ran a filthy hand through his hair, his entire body convulsing from the rush of emotions. “I-I don’t ‘ave anywhere to go….” He repeated again, lip pursing as a frown appeared on his face. Marcus was gone, and would only intervene if Magnus was in severe trouble. It was vampire law, and even now Magnus didn’t understand.
At the accent, he raised an eyebrow before taking off his coat and holding it out to the vampire. “Cover up. My place isn’t far from here, you can wash up there but if you even try to make a meal outta me you’ll regret it quickly, Nosferatu.” Well it was either that or simply a demented human, perhaps a demon. But vampire was most likely. “I have a guest room. You shouldn’t be out on the streets right now, you can..Fuck, you can crash with me.” Ettie had been a horrible influence on him, getting him to believe that even other people like them could use a hand. One of the only reasons he’d ever had a bit of dislike towards his twin sister.
Looking down, the amount of blood at his feet was enough to make Ephraim sick but also give him the slight urge to hunt down a buck or something on the nearby preserve. Later. If he didn’t attempt to help this one questions would be asked and it might risk exposing all of them if he wasn’t careful. “What’s your name anyways?”