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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Sarah 240125
Alexander encounters a pale, exhausted-looking woman at a quaint inn, who, with a deceptively sweet smile, invites him to her room for "snacks." However, her keen canines and the hunger in her eyes betray her true nature as a vampire, targeting Alexander as her next meal. Despite his initial hesitation, Alexander's instincts kick in as he perceives the imminent threat. As the vampire closes in, feigning friendliness, Alexander realizes the danger and tries to defend himself, scrambling for a knife inside his duffel bag.
The vampire, initially undeterred by Alexander's weak resistance, takes the advantage and begins to feed on him, inducing a trance-like state with her mesmerizing gaze. But Alexander, grasping the severity of his plight, wrenches free from the vampire's hold and stabs her with his retrieved knife. Enraged and wounded, the vampire is briefly held back by Alexander's desperate resistance. Taking a chance, he flees for his room as the woman warns him of her future vengeance. After a frantic escape and a close encounter with another inn guest, Alexander locks himself in his room, narrowly avoiding a deadly feast. He assures the threat outside that he will be better prepared next time and is left alone to nurse his wounds and ponder the close call with the supernatural predator.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Wed Jan 24 2024]
In the check-in desk
Visitors are welcomed by a white oak counter, acting as the reception
area to this quaint little inn. A large, ornate rug cushions the hard maple
flooring underneath, spanning across the length from the lobby. Overhead, a
vintage candle-lit chandelier is suspended from a textured ceiling while
several frames decorate the surrounding walls, each photograph flaunting the
beauty of local scenery.
You can 'rent' a room here.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
(Your target has been selected as the next meal for a vampire.
)
Alexander says "My number is 7107649."
Alexander says "And I'm in room 102"
With the full moon's effects slowly fading, the denizens of Haven are returning to their normal. Most, of course, would claim it mere superstition - or an active wildlife, that makes many dodge the streets on full moons. But the howling wolves certainly do not help, their ominous calls quieting, one particular hotel guest finds her way downstairs. Familiar for Alexander, perhaps, situated a few rooms away from his own. She looks strangely exhausted, a paleness that tells of a lack of sun - not a strange thing in the winter, even if unhealthily so in this case. She shoots the man a faint smile, "...about to head back?"
Alexander brushes her lips with the back of his hand and lets a loud exhale of exhaustion. "Something like that," he offers and peers at her uncertainly. His gaze has changed in the last twenty four hours. No longer as openly nervous of everything around him but no less wary. "Cold out, foggy too."
Alexander brushes HIS lips sorry.
There's a certain glimmer in the woman's eyes as Alexander seems to confirm her thoughts and then she's idly fondling a lock of her hair. "I see... Well..." She smiles, exposing keen canines between her upper teeth, "Why don't you come over then? I'd like to meet a few others, if I am staying in this little town..." She glances towards Alexander's shoulder, "...We could have snacks."
Alexander hesitates, uncertain and feels something grab at the back of his neck. Instinct perhaps, but he studies her closer. The fact he thinks something is wrong is evident on his features. A furrowed brow a close study. The expression passes. He steps towards her. "Meet a few others?" he asks. "Who are you looking to meet?"
She smiles at Alexander, a smile that certainly tries to be innocent, ruby lips contrasting her pale face as if she stepped straight out of a painting, but her canines... They're almost more like fangs. And her eyes fail to veil a hunger from deep within. "...You of course. Other people..." She starts to approach the man, heading to his side, "...Why, don't you want to get to know me? I am sure we would be great friends... It will be delicious."
Alexander' eyes widen and he shifts back from her as she makes her approach. Not even he can excuse signs that overt. "...damn! Might as well invite me to dinner as the main course," he exhales harshly, perhaps amusingly that he seems more annoyed than afraid in the moment. He fumbles around in his duffelback trying to grab for a knife.
"...Oh, one of those." The woman realizes with a clack of a tongue, glancing to the checkin desk. A bell, of course, but no employee, not at this time of day. A smile makes its way on her face and then, everything happens in a blur. She springs forwards, grabbing Alexander's arms. Despite her form, her hold is steel as she tries to look into his eyes. "Come now, it's most rude, you know. I even gave you a proper invitation." She complains, "But it's okay, just look into my eyes..."
Alexander grits his teeth and tries to pivot and pulls her a ways off balance as he strikes out with his free hand in a fist toward her head, but it lacks any real conviction. "Back off! I'm!" He doesn't quite finish the sentence. Alexander has never really fought another person with the intent to harm them. To do so, of course, he is looking at her eyes.
Unlike Alexander, she certainly seems to have had her share of fighting prey. She calmly tilts her head away from the fist, causing it to graze her ear instead. She doesn't respond to him, instead, she focuses on his eyes and before long, he would find himself drowning in them, losing all grip on reality. "Shh now, let it all fade..." Is the last thing he hears before fading out. What comes next comes in disconnected shards, though if he would open his eyes a little early, recover a tad quick, he may find himself waking up feel he hard wall against his back, the woman cupping his head, making a sound as if in a romantic kiss, yet sucking in a very different way on his neck.
Alexander mumbles out, "Harry..." as he begins to grow slack, arm falling to his side. The world fades.
He cries out suddenly, his entire body shivering as she kisses against his neck. "W-what...?" he mumbles, uncertain about what appears to be happpening, or afraid to connect the dots.
Perhaps, if she was less consumed with feeding on Alexander, she would pause now, but she seems entirely focused on her meal. Her eyes closed as she sucks out Alexander's life, drip for drip, savoring the taste. It leaves her distracted, too distracted to notice his rouse. Or do something about it.
Alexander shudders and twitches. He opens his bleary eyes and scans the room. His knife...? The bag? If he still has it with him he tries to quickly reach for it, trying not to give it away that he is aware, and grab that knife. His heart races with fear and adrenaline.
Alexander manages to find that bag - and the knife, right where it was before. Perhaps she was in a hurry, hoping to prevent just this. This close he can smell her scent, like soil wet from the rain. Not unpleasant, but peculiar, masked by a some sweet perfume. He however seems to be running out of time, her eyes slowly opening, the suctioning sensation decreasing.
Alexander grabs it tight and clenches it white knuckled. One chance he thinks as his nose fills with the petrichor of a...corpse...? He musters whatever strength his body has left and lets out a sharp cry as he hurls himself at her. He drives the blade, gripping it with his other hand as soon as it begins and trying to bury it into her chest.
There is no rot in her sense, not yet, at least, as even with Alexander's lack of experience, it's hard to miss this close. She cries out in pain, letting go and stepping back as the man pierces her with his knife. Her eyes wide with shock - then something else. Rage. Fear. More rage. She bleeds - barely - despite the location of the cut.
Alexander steps forward with it and tries to shove her back as he pulls the knife free. He growls with his own anger as adrenaline pushes out fear. "Harry! Harriet you fucking....!" He doesn't say a curse hanging at the tip of his tongue. "I'm protected!" He attempts. If nothing else maybe he can stall enough to book it. A locked door...would that even be enough?
She is shoved back alright, but the wound just refuses to bleed, and then she's tilting her neck. "...Very bad idea." She judges of self-defense. Then stepping forwards as if about to attack Alexander again before furrowing her brow, hesitating. "...Harriet? Fairfax?" She wonders, visibly calculating something. "...There's no way." She decides before approaching once more. There's no locking doors in sight aside from the toilets, down the hallway, and of course his own room, up the stairwell.
Alexander snarls at her a moment. "I'm meeting her tonight check my texts!" he hisses at her moving to presumably fetch his phone in his duffel. He angles back and pivots a bit readying to run.
He throws his duffel bag at her and then books it, trying to race up the stairs toward his room, putting his whole ass into it. A hand clutches at his neck.
The vampiress hisses as Alexander throws, slapping aside the duffel bag, but the distraction is too much for her and she leaves just a few moments after him. Moments, however, that she seems quick to regain. She's behind him, and not far as he makes it to the hallway to his room. Then, a spot of luck. A bystander coming from the other side of the hallway. The vampire hisses and slows her step, keeping up the facade.
Alexander exhales harshly and not wishing to involve the innocent doesn't slow his pace but hides the knife, doesn't call for help. He has a sense in her frenzy she might not be able to help herself even if she'd pay for it later.@line
He gets his key out quick and fumbles with it trying to as quickly as he can get into his room.
Alexander exhales harshly and not wishing to involve the innocent doesn't slow his pace but hides the knife, doesn't call for help. He has a sense in her frenzy she might not be able to help herself even if she'd pay for it later.
He gets his key out quick and fumbles with it trying to as quickly as he can get into his room.
Alexander's pursuer is forced to take a pause as the bystander furrows their brow, "...We're just playing a game." She assures them. They give her a dubious look, then nod, quick to pass on and make whatever business this is, not-their-business. Enough time for Alexander to open his room, and make it inside, where he would then hear the scratching of nails over the surface. "...I know where you sleep now, snack. And I know your flavor...." She coos from behind the door in a most seductive voice, "...I will find you again, and then I will dine on you, and then you will pay for that knife."
And then footsteps can be heard, trailing from the door, leaving the man alone, with naught but two tiny marks and a streak of blood to show for the crime committed against him.
A day like any other, surely.
Alexander exhales. Under the door he tells her, "Next time I won't just have a fucking knife." He falls on his ass and winces, holding his neck as his body pays the price for adrenaline.
The vampire, initially undeterred by Alexander's weak resistance, takes the advantage and begins to feed on him, inducing a trance-like state with her mesmerizing gaze. But Alexander, grasping the severity of his plight, wrenches free from the vampire's hold and stabs her with his retrieved knife. Enraged and wounded, the vampire is briefly held back by Alexander's desperate resistance. Taking a chance, he flees for his room as the woman warns him of her future vengeance. After a frantic escape and a close encounter with another inn guest, Alexander locks himself in his room, narrowly avoiding a deadly feast. He assures the threat outside that he will be better prepared next time and is left alone to nurse his wounds and ponder the close call with the supernatural predator.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRSarah):SRSarah)
[Wed Jan 24 2024]
In the check-in desk
Visitors are welcomed by a white oak counter, acting as the reception
area to this quaint little inn. A large, ornate rug cushions the hard maple
flooring underneath, spanning across the length from the lobby. Overhead, a
vintage candle-lit chandelier is suspended from a textured ceiling while
several frames decorate the surrounding walls, each photograph flaunting the
beauty of local scenery.
You can 'rent' a room here.
It is about 30F(-1C) degrees.
(Your target has been selected as the next meal for a vampire.
)
Alexander says "My number is 7107649."
Alexander says "And I'm in room 102"
With the full moon's effects slowly fading, the denizens of Haven are returning to their normal. Most, of course, would claim it mere superstition - or an active wildlife, that makes many dodge the streets on full moons. But the howling wolves certainly do not help, their ominous calls quieting, one particular hotel guest finds her way downstairs. Familiar for Alexander, perhaps, situated a few rooms away from his own. She looks strangely exhausted, a paleness that tells of a lack of sun - not a strange thing in the winter, even if unhealthily so in this case. She shoots the man a faint smile, "...about to head back?"
Alexander brushes her lips with the back of his hand and lets a loud exhale of exhaustion. "Something like that," he offers and peers at her uncertainly. His gaze has changed in the last twenty four hours. No longer as openly nervous of everything around him but no less wary. "Cold out, foggy too."
Alexander brushes HIS lips sorry.
There's a certain glimmer in the woman's eyes as Alexander seems to confirm her thoughts and then she's idly fondling a lock of her hair. "I see... Well..." She smiles, exposing keen canines between her upper teeth, "Why don't you come over then? I'd like to meet a few others, if I am staying in this little town..." She glances towards Alexander's shoulder, "...We could have snacks."
Alexander hesitates, uncertain and feels something grab at the back of his neck. Instinct perhaps, but he studies her closer. The fact he thinks something is wrong is evident on his features. A furrowed brow a close study. The expression passes. He steps towards her. "Meet a few others?" he asks. "Who are you looking to meet?"
She smiles at Alexander, a smile that certainly tries to be innocent, ruby lips contrasting her pale face as if she stepped straight out of a painting, but her canines... They're almost more like fangs. And her eyes fail to veil a hunger from deep within. "...You of course. Other people..." She starts to approach the man, heading to his side, "...Why, don't you want to get to know me? I am sure we would be great friends... It will be delicious."
Alexander' eyes widen and he shifts back from her as she makes her approach. Not even he can excuse signs that overt. "...damn! Might as well invite me to dinner as the main course," he exhales harshly, perhaps amusingly that he seems more annoyed than afraid in the moment. He fumbles around in his duffelback trying to grab for a knife.
"...Oh, one of those." The woman realizes with a clack of a tongue, glancing to the checkin desk. A bell, of course, but no employee, not at this time of day. A smile makes its way on her face and then, everything happens in a blur. She springs forwards, grabbing Alexander's arms. Despite her form, her hold is steel as she tries to look into his eyes. "Come now, it's most rude, you know. I even gave you a proper invitation." She complains, "But it's okay, just look into my eyes..."
Alexander grits his teeth and tries to pivot and pulls her a ways off balance as he strikes out with his free hand in a fist toward her head, but it lacks any real conviction. "Back off! I'm!" He doesn't quite finish the sentence. Alexander has never really fought another person with the intent to harm them. To do so, of course, he is looking at her eyes.
Unlike Alexander, she certainly seems to have had her share of fighting prey. She calmly tilts her head away from the fist, causing it to graze her ear instead. She doesn't respond to him, instead, she focuses on his eyes and before long, he would find himself drowning in them, losing all grip on reality. "Shh now, let it all fade..." Is the last thing he hears before fading out. What comes next comes in disconnected shards, though if he would open his eyes a little early, recover a tad quick, he may find himself waking up feel he hard wall against his back, the woman cupping his head, making a sound as if in a romantic kiss, yet sucking in a very different way on his neck.
Alexander mumbles out, "Harry..." as he begins to grow slack, arm falling to his side. The world fades.
He cries out suddenly, his entire body shivering as she kisses against his neck. "W-what...?" he mumbles, uncertain about what appears to be happpening, or afraid to connect the dots.
Perhaps, if she was less consumed with feeding on Alexander, she would pause now, but she seems entirely focused on her meal. Her eyes closed as she sucks out Alexander's life, drip for drip, savoring the taste. It leaves her distracted, too distracted to notice his rouse. Or do something about it.
Alexander shudders and twitches. He opens his bleary eyes and scans the room. His knife...? The bag? If he still has it with him he tries to quickly reach for it, trying not to give it away that he is aware, and grab that knife. His heart races with fear and adrenaline.
Alexander manages to find that bag - and the knife, right where it was before. Perhaps she was in a hurry, hoping to prevent just this. This close he can smell her scent, like soil wet from the rain. Not unpleasant, but peculiar, masked by a some sweet perfume. He however seems to be running out of time, her eyes slowly opening, the suctioning sensation decreasing.
Alexander grabs it tight and clenches it white knuckled. One chance he thinks as his nose fills with the petrichor of a...corpse...? He musters whatever strength his body has left and lets out a sharp cry as he hurls himself at her. He drives the blade, gripping it with his other hand as soon as it begins and trying to bury it into her chest.
There is no rot in her sense, not yet, at least, as even with Alexander's lack of experience, it's hard to miss this close. She cries out in pain, letting go and stepping back as the man pierces her with his knife. Her eyes wide with shock - then something else. Rage. Fear. More rage. She bleeds - barely - despite the location of the cut.
Alexander steps forward with it and tries to shove her back as he pulls the knife free. He growls with his own anger as adrenaline pushes out fear. "Harry! Harriet you fucking....!" He doesn't say a curse hanging at the tip of his tongue. "I'm protected!" He attempts. If nothing else maybe he can stall enough to book it. A locked door...would that even be enough?
She is shoved back alright, but the wound just refuses to bleed, and then she's tilting her neck. "...Very bad idea." She judges of self-defense. Then stepping forwards as if about to attack Alexander again before furrowing her brow, hesitating. "...Harriet? Fairfax?" She wonders, visibly calculating something. "...There's no way." She decides before approaching once more. There's no locking doors in sight aside from the toilets, down the hallway, and of course his own room, up the stairwell.
Alexander snarls at her a moment. "I'm meeting her tonight check my texts!" he hisses at her moving to presumably fetch his phone in his duffel. He angles back and pivots a bit readying to run.
He throws his duffel bag at her and then books it, trying to race up the stairs toward his room, putting his whole ass into it. A hand clutches at his neck.
The vampiress hisses as Alexander throws, slapping aside the duffel bag, but the distraction is too much for her and she leaves just a few moments after him. Moments, however, that she seems quick to regain. She's behind him, and not far as he makes it to the hallway to his room. Then, a spot of luck. A bystander coming from the other side of the hallway. The vampire hisses and slows her step, keeping up the facade.
Alexander exhales harshly and not wishing to involve the innocent doesn't slow his pace but hides the knife, doesn't call for help. He has a sense in her frenzy she might not be able to help herself even if she'd pay for it later.@line
He gets his key out quick and fumbles with it trying to as quickly as he can get into his room.
Alexander exhales harshly and not wishing to involve the innocent doesn't slow his pace but hides the knife, doesn't call for help. He has a sense in her frenzy she might not be able to help herself even if she'd pay for it later.
He gets his key out quick and fumbles with it trying to as quickly as he can get into his room.
Alexander's pursuer is forced to take a pause as the bystander furrows their brow, "...We're just playing a game." She assures them. They give her a dubious look, then nod, quick to pass on and make whatever business this is, not-their-business. Enough time for Alexander to open his room, and make it inside, where he would then hear the scratching of nails over the surface. "...I know where you sleep now, snack. And I know your flavor...." She coos from behind the door in a most seductive voice, "...I will find you again, and then I will dine on you, and then you will pay for that knife."
And then footsteps can be heard, trailing from the door, leaving the man alone, with naught but two tiny marks and a streak of blood to show for the crime committed against him.
A day like any other, surely.
Alexander exhales. Under the door he tells her, "Next time I won't just have a fucking knife." He falls on his ass and winces, holding his neck as his body pays the price for adrenaline.