Corrupted Lenz

“Technically, I’m culebra. But vampire seems to resonate better with people. They’re more familiar with that term.” Her voice came out with a slight lisp as the words forced themselves through her fangs.

She shrugged, remaining where she stood while Lenz reached a hand up. Had he been anyone other than Stan’s son (with the exception of Stan himself) she would have been all too willing to tear the hand free from its arm.

“Culebra....man, that sounds waaay better.” He chuckled, his tone deeper than usual when he was in his guise. “Your lisp is pretty cute too.” The short snotted mask grinned in slight amusement. It was rather possible that the amount of screams he had fed from had given him quite the high. 

corruptedlenz:

“Yeah, it sorta happened with me as well, but I mean, it’s not like that, you know? I just know that the human tastes and flavors are not as powerful as they were before.” He followed her eyes and leaned forward.

They made their orders, he went with the steak and eggs, steak bloody and eggs over-easy, hasbrowns. When they were done, he knitted his fingers together and leaned forward, it was now going to be a bit of explanation.

“So, what I am offering is called Darkness…it’s…it’s not a cure in what you think. You are not going to be human. I feed on screams, it truly is the only way that creatura like myself thrive. We need our screams. We can ween our need for the screams through the drinking of blood, and that is various forms of blood, not just human.” He admitted to her. “But, being creatura, that’s a….well, you’ll need to train because being a creatura is very different, your form changes, your body no longer runs on blood, it runs on darkness….it’s….not a cure in any means. Though I do wish to know exactly what you’re experiencing.”

“I wouldn't really know. I’ve never had a taste for human food.” Ingrid shrugged. She had been born a Lamia like most of her kind. Unfortunately just because she was a little more human than her more nasty counterparts didn’t mean her mannerisms were. “What do you mean my form—changes?”

Ingrid wasn’t any stranger to changing forms, especially considering her real one consisted of reptilian like legs and glowing red eyes. “I mean, not that I mind changes. Mine is the stuff of a comic wet dream. But what kind of changes are you talking about?”

She didn’t mind changes, Ingrid would have welcomed it really. She was tired of killing little kids in order to survive. If she wasn’t so terrified of dying, she would have done it a long time ago.

Lenz was feeling a bit of discomfort from what she was trying to get to. It had become such a sensitive subject. Especially given that Inner City was just starting to have their supernatural population disclosed publicly. “That’s a bit...ummm, well, personal? I dunno how to explain it.” 

“But your form sounds, well, rather neat honestly.” The dork Lenz loved to read the comic books that had these human-hybrids, so he felt fortunate he had gained some sorta ability like that. “So, um, I’m just wondering. Because like, I’m...” Stop being so difficult, this is supposed to be easy. 

The smile Mar wore shrank to a smirk, and her chin angled down while she cocked an eyebrow. “I wasn’t hiding it.” With anyone else, her words could be construed as defensive or even indignant, but she was sure Lenz would be able to tell she’s only playing around.

Since he asked, she figured there’d be no harm in showing him, though she tended to maintain a more human appearance. Keeping her gaze fixed on him, she dropped her fangs again–more snakelike than batlike. The red scaled pattern expanded beyond her cheeks, shimmering across her collarbones and shoulders and arms. Her facial features sharpened and hardened.

“Better?”

Lenz followed along with her tone and how she was toying with him. “Sure, weren’t hiding it.” He played in similar style, though his form of humor was normally rather dry. 

His magenta eyes remained fixed with hers as she shifted, though he honestly did feel some interest in what was different, the snake features were rather....interesting. Why did he feel more attraction to these supernatural beings as compared to before? 

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Lenz did as she told him, laying down on the shower curtain. The dark sludge seeped out of his wounds and he began to feel just a little bit of it starting to help it seal, but man was the wound gaping. “Went to the usual place for….hunting..and…well, deer slugs really hurt.” He tried to chuckle but it altered into convulsing coughs of darkness. “Fuck this sucks…” 

“Easy,” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Admittedly, she didn’t know much about his anatomy. Did he have the accelerated healing that her kind possessed? That would greatly affect if he needed stitches or not… 

“Have you been shot before?” she asked. “How fast do you heal?” 

His weight leaned up into her hand, getting a bit weaker from the puncture in his abdomen. He was normally not too injured by a gunshot wound, but one too close to his core usually meant for a harder healing. 

Yeah, they can stop fucking discriminating against our species.

I care for you dearly, dad. Glad you feel well.

You wanna catch some sushi?

Sure. 

But maybe we could go hunting after? 

It is, and we built a bond for it.

I am not ashamed that we did.

But please don’t go around telling people of the internet.

They’re not deserving of it. Only we understand.

I know. It’s not like I boast about it to begin with. 

It started out as one thing and then turned into something else. 

I’m glad you understand. That’s all I need really. 

I care for you dearly, dad. Glad you feel well.

I am allowed to dad when it’s that!

When did you THINK that was a good idea?!

I am not ashamed that we did.

But please don't go around telling people of the internet.