colin farrell as JERRY DANDRIDGE in fright night (2011)
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"What? You never seen a vampire smoking coke before?" // from minnie
Jerry's brows knotted at the scent of the drug in the air. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant aroma in the world, though he had no reason to judge.
"Well, that's a first." His pupils flickered to the rolled cigarette and the thin stream that expelled from the tip between the woman's fingers. He had dabbled in drugs before to see if they had an effect on him---the results were a lot more stale than he expected. Similarly to alcohol, he needed a larger intake than that of a human.
So, he stuck with his natural addiction. Blood.
"I mean, you do you, lady." He shrugged his heavy shoulders, taking a swig of whiskey from a glass he poured. The taste settling on his vicious tongue. "Not a hobby of mine--surprising for a vampire to engage much in cocaine though." He exhaled sharply in satisfaction at the slight warmth of the liquid sliding down his throat.
"It is a rarity to bump into another vampire. Sometimes...I often find myself wondering if I am the only one left." // from freya - unprompted
His senses picked up that the red haired woman before him was another immortal, the familiar linger of death upon the shoulders that hung like a weight. The all encompassing rich quality of copper scent---blood---like a mist that tickled the nose. She was telling the truth, and presumably, she could smell the same from him.
"Huh, well you aren't the only one. It's been a while since I've seen another." A question in his mind bit at him, what breed was she? The first thing he wondered--and had wondered--since his own variety went extinct ages ago. Nonetheless, he brushed it off. Sure he was an asshat--but meeting another vampire.
Hell, even a female.
Was something that didn't happen every day. At least, ones that he didn't play a part in creating. May as well show an ounce of courtesy.
"Want a beer?" His brows shot up, taking a brief sip of his own. "Good way to catch up with a pal is to have a drink or two. Compare fang sizes?" He jested, a flash of a smile on his face. "Ah fuck it, we all need a break from those bloodbags out there anyway, huh?"
yes , this is definitely not an ideal situation . not at all . masha can see his fangs and sharp , talon-like nails glinting in the light of the moon . she’s heard of supernatural creatures before , but she’s never actually encountered one . and , she knows that her knife will do little to help her . her heart pounds in her chest , a look of alarm briefly flashing across her face before she regains her composure ― at least outwardly . inside ? she’s about to have a panic attack . what is she supposed to do now ? run ? as if he wouldn’t catch her , no matter how fast she is due to the super soldier serum running through her veins .
the little death is , for once , scared .
❛ i do not care about getting caught . i plan these things carefully , i never have been before . until now . thanks for that , you ruined my streak . ❜ even now , frightened half to death , masha is throwing out all kinds of sass left and right . she spins her blade in her hand before tucking it back into a holster that is strapped to her thigh . she never once takes her deep , dark eyes off him . they are not the eyes of a teenager , but someone much older . trauma has aged her soul , and at this rate , she’s pretty sure she’ll start sprouting grey hairs soon .
❛ i asked who you are because i want to know . so … ❜ the little russian is a curious creature , especially after having been trapped beneath the thumbs of her tormentors for so long . if she doesn’t know somebody , she wants to . even if they happen to scare the living daylights out of her . in this case , she thinks it’s less about curiosity and more about finding something to have leverage over him with . he’s got plenty on her . it doesn’t seem fair . and , she’s fairly certain that outing him as a vampire won’t exactly be good for his social life .
@askjerrydandridge continued from x .
He didn’t mind revealing himself to her, hell, it would only make his night better giving the girl a scare. Hazels that were disguised only seemed cold and glassy in the moonlight that reflected off of them. Not much light was captured in them anyway. An unholy creature such as him was deemed unworthy of such luxuries as the beauty of illumination.
The corners of his slight red tinted lips twitched upwards into a sly smirk, the familiar beat of the heart apparent behind Masha’s chest. Quickening like butterfly wings beating against the air.
“I don’t think anybody would treat you very kindly if you were caught, besides, you would’ve been found anyway.”
“Humans always have their flaws.” His nails scratched along the material of the wall, shouldering past her to pick up the corpse. His fingers collecting the blood that oozed from the wounds to taste what was left, popping his digits into his mouth with a pleased glimmer in his eyes.
“Bold for a kid like you to be speaking up to a monster.” He chuckled, bitter. Dropping the body, he had enough standards to refrain from lapping up the pool on the ground. “If you think telling anyone about me will get you anywhere, they’ll think you’re insane, pipsqueak.” He eyed her, a sneer twisting his face. “Well, Jerry Dandridge, some friendly neighbor who just happens to be around when people go missing. How does that sound?”
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masha is covered head to toe in blood. this particular hit was a difficult one. the target put up a real fight. leaning against the wall of the alley, she begins to casually clean off her blade before the feeling of being watched overtakes her. and, that feeling is never wrong. head snaps to the side to find...a man. a man whom she does not know. immediately, she pushes herself off the wall and brandishes the knife in front of herself. this is not an ideal situation in the slightest. dark eyes narrow, "who the fuck are you?"
The luxurious pumping of a live, beating heart within a ribcage was one of his favorite noises. Like a cadence that could turn to fear, happiness, anger--in a matter of seconds.
It was also an easy way to track his prey.
An apex predator that specialized in hunting humans, his main food source. He didn't appreciate it when his dinner was taken from him, not by the smaller figure that he saw gouge holes into the other mortal. Precious blood squirting in short sprays and coating the stone ground of the musty alley.
Hooked and elongated blades for fangs tingled with the overwhelming urge to pierce, he had stalked the human that the girl had killed for a little while now.
Jerry didn't like his fruits spoiled, either.
A deep sigh emerged from his broad chest, lids hooding his hazels. Placing a hand on the wall of the alley and leaning on it, he pointed a clawed finger at her. "That was a waste, great way to get yourself caught too. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" He narrowed his eyes. "Quite frankly, I don't think who I am is all that important."
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The gush of blood was going to hold a unique flavor. Of magic and dangerous and addicting darkness. Credence reacted the same as any human, with whimpers of pain, but that is where the similarities ended.
The mass of rage and terror smashed and broke through the beams and walls of the already ruined church, giving an unsettling similarity of how it looked before, and the cause of the destruction had not been from just old age but this creature that tore through wood and metal with ease.
And it didn’t dare follow the vampire, it didn’t care what it was going after. Just breaking everything around it as it landed.
Just as quickly as the breaking sounds were seen and heard, silence overcame the area once again when one more loud crash was heard and the blackness came out from the door, slowly taking the smaller shape, black particles piecing together until what shown was the boy who trembled.
Aurelius hadn’t healed either, his neck bled as he held it with his suit and hand, trying to stop the bleeding from the bite. He didn’t seem to care where the vampire is, now he just wanted to get away. He turned back to the church and gave a dark snarl of himself, threatening any and all that were stupid enough to have stuck around.
Jerry was fast, Credence was still very human, slow, and now injured. Brown eyes widening as he felt the punctures with ever growing terror. It bit him! Jerry would witness what the cries from before had belonged to.
A large bird, easily mistaken for an eagle or something similar swooped down from it’s hiding place and flew past the boy, “I’m okay.. this is nothing.” He assured it as it called to him, “we just need to get out of here before the guy decides to come back for another round.”
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It wasn’t exactly helping that even if he walked for a century, his blood was very much a lure for any predator around.
Injured prey that knew how to bite back.
Blood was blood, and the aroma of the near inky crimson that painted a section of his hand from his grip began to patter from the ground. Watching the strange smog crush the church to bits, he brought his slightly shaken hand to his mouth.
Jerry’s eyes flittered shut as he brought his digits to his tongue, sliding down to his palm and devouring the essence like his last meal. So consumed by his urge to feed and lap at any blood substance that for a moment, he was oblivious to the flavor.
The taste hit him, it made him gag and choke once the overwhelming bitterness flooded his senses. It was like consuming liquid coal that burned with a raging sorrow, throat gurgling when the need to vomit shot up his system. A burst of blood shot from his mouth onto the pavement, as if his entire system rejected whatever it was that was within Aurelius’ bloodstream. It was gut wrenching, and the strange tang of magical quality sat on his tongue like a virus.
Coughing, the vampire was bent over with his hands clutching his knees, his last human dinner dripping from his bottom lip. The ground before him a puddle of mortal life force. Body shivering at last knowing that all of the sustenance had left his being. It was a bad time to bite him, he knew he had made a mistake and timed it incorrectly. Whatever the dark mass was had reached his bloodstream before he had, his blood smelled entirely edible before. Now it stunk with the hideous odor of thick tar.
Wiping his mouth with his knuckles, he darted his head up to find the man. A ravenous snarl leaving his monstrous mouth. His jaw cracking open and popping into a gaping maw, lined with shark-like teeth. He was starving, and threatened. The worst things you could do to a vampire.