“So are you looking for something to eat? There’s a girl in yoga pants in the other room, not sure how that taste thing works for you all but I’d be game to watch.” The words flowed so easily out of his mouth, as if he was numbed to murder. On the contrary, he just viewed humans as lesser beings—pigs to the slaughter really. “I’ve always wanted to vote for the term caster….but warlock at your service.” he smiled brightly, though faltered as he nodded his head at the end of his last question.

"You'd want to watch me kill someone and drink their blood?" Adam raised an eyebrow at the man with a chuckle. "Well caster, you're definitely something else. Let me know if you should find a way back."

"Everyone has to survive somehow, and we don't all kill when we feed. I mean I do, but that's not the point," Adam gave her a smile. "Oh did we? I wonder if I was with them, I can't remember but if I was thank you very much for the delicious meal."

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Carter let out a sigh of relief when Adam opened the door. As much as he had hoped that Adam wouldn’t leave he had been expecting him to actually stay so this was quite a surprise. He walked to the living room behind the two of them and steppe to the side when he saw Adam going for it. He made sure to keep an eye on things so that he’d be able to intervene if he saw Adam taking too much. Carter might have been fine with getting someone all the way over here for Adam to feed on, but he had no intention of letting anyone die on his watch.

Although the blood tasted amazing and it soothed his burning throat, Adam didn't get as mcuh joy out of it as usual. He wasn't sure why but it annoyed him and made him bury his fangs deeper into the girls' neck. After another minute, Adam pulled away and let the girl sink to the ground. She wasn't dead and he hadn't taken enough to actually kill her, but the alcohol combined with the blood loss made her pass out for now. He whipped the blood off his mouth with his hand and took a few steps back from her. Although the headache and burning sensation his throat were gone, he didn't feel better like he usually did after feeding and it was rather frustrating.

     “Your a vamp?” you could hear the interest on his tongue, “I haven’t seen one up close but I swear they’d be scarier.” It was weird, but it wasn’t quite calm as it was indifference that washed over him. The creature were the eldest of their realms, not to mention the lore or languages that spoke of them but on this plane—this realm, perhaps things have shifted. “Like you I suppose, ripples in the barriers. One minute I was in a tavern off the coast of France….then BAM, in ome human town with their metal contraptions.” 

"Well, I haven't eaten yet and the sun was rather annoying on my way here. Maybe next time we'll meet I'll be scarier," Adam said. "And what are you? You're not a werewolf that much is clear." he frowned trying to figure out what the other creature was. "Let me guess, you didn't find a way back yet?"

Carter frowned when he heard what Adam said and he almost turned back inside, not really trusting him alone, but then decided against it. The sooner he could find someone, the sooner he’ll be able to come back and keep an eye on him. He walked over to the closes club and looked around to try and find someone suitable. All Carter had to do was to find someone drunk enough to agree to go home with him and spend some time with a friend of his. Easy. “He better thank me for this later”, he mumbled to himself as he was walking over to the bar. 

Adam had to admit that he was thinking more than once about getting up and going hunting himself, but he stayed where he was and waited for Carter to return. The boy was right, he wasn't in the condition to go anywhere himself right now, his mind being a big mess, so he just continued to stare at the wall opposite him. 

    The warmth of his eyes shifted to a colder stare…. “One solar month.” he replied, feeling anxious but willing to talk. With his heart rate slowing down, he used his mind to feel out for anything—to sense something in the other. From his aura or the lack of it, Dash knew he wasn’t a wixen by nature. 

Smirking a little at the sound of the others heartbeat, Adam walked closer, "Don't worry, I'm not really into biting another man.. - How did you come here?"

Carter sighed but nodded. “Fine but if I come back here after going through all the effort to convince someone to come with me and find you’re not here I’ll rip your head off myself”, he mumbled before getting up and leaving. 

"The funny thing is that I probably wouldn't even try to stop you," he murmed,not really caring if Carter could still hear him or not. Resting his head against the wall, he let out a sigh and tried to think about anything that didn't have anything to do with any of the questions that had been going through his head the last few days.

Carter just stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out what he meant. “How the hell am I supposed to get someone here for you to feed from?”

"I don't care, do whatever you usually do and come here with them," Adam sighed. "I'll promise to not move from this spot while your away."

    There was something off about the other, but he couldn’t get his bearings on it—the downside of working out, since with your body being pushed to it’s limits, it muddles your abilities on sensing or casting. “Maybe I can help?” he offered “I’m here most mornings.” he lied shortly after.

"I doubt it," he just said, eyeing the man for a moment. He wasn't human, that much he could tell from the smell of his blood. "How long have you been in this world?" he asked, curious. Maybe this guy knew something that could help him find a way back.

“Look who’s talking”, he said but he couldn’t help but chuckle. Carter sat down again and made himself comfortable. “Just in case you weren’t aware, I’m spending the night. And no, tat wasn’t a question.”

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“I will because it’s the truth”, he said with a shrug. “If you were so fine how come it affected you so much when your wife talked to you? I would have believed that you were fine if you’d had a nice conversation with your wife and told me that it’s all better now but instead you locked yourself in here for days and went through a crisis in which you even refused to admit that you’re a murderer. How is that fine to you?”

"You talk too much," he mumbled after a while, not knowing what else to say to that. Carter was probably right, but with the dehydration and everything that happened while he had locked himself in here, he couldn't think anymore. And he didn't want to. He just wanted to go back to his normal life, the one he had been living for the past four hundred years, and stop thinking again.

“I don’t play with their minds. I promise to give them a good time and I do while also keeping them alive. Is it so wrong that I ask for a little something in return for making out with them or more? At least they live to tell the tale”, he argued. “She didn’t play with your mind, she opened your eyes.”

"Sure, keep teeling yourself that." Adam murmed."She opened my eyes?" he asked looking up at him, letting out a chuckle. "I was perfectly fine before she 'opened my eyes'."

   “Is there something on my face—” he asked, looking from behind his punching bag, “or do you like staring?”

"I was looking for someone but it seems they're not here," Adam said, having a look around the hall from where he stood.