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So many questions. Patrick could appreciate a curious mind; it was better than a dull one. But answering those questions wasn’t entirely possible. At least, if the other desired the full truth. “I am, but I was a botanist first. You never really stop being a scientist. And I have a plethora of equipment at my disposal.” And test subjects. Slowly, Patrick released Samuel’s hand, though his fingertips lingered and his eyes never left the other for long. “You’d be surprised what your blood can do. What any human’s blood can do, really.” He was talking too much. Revealing too much. A change in direction was needed. “But that doesn’t matter,” Patrick muttered. “If my request is not to your liking I can certainly leave. I’d rather stay, though. You’ve already calmed down considerably.”

the immortal’s mind seemed to race for the first time in decades now as he sat beside the other. nerves clawing through his flesh as he couldn’t imagine what pulsed through his veins. slowly he pulled his hand from the other’s touch and rolled his sleeve down from his elbow. looking to the only only momentarily, samuel felt himself grow a bit restless. his mind pleaded for someone to stay with him through what would eventually become night terrors, but his heart pleaded to be alone. it had dealt with too much, but before he could properly imagine a response, “stay,” fell from his lips effortlessly. his mind winning the game over his heart for the first time in a while.”when will you be needing it? i’m assuming now?”

He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, the corners of his lips lifting into a smirk. He mirrored the other, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “Coincidence?”

“my ass, what do you want from me now.” his tone almost irritable, truth be told he was meant to be making some sketchy deals and to have someone following him only made it all the harder.

“lets agree to disagree. i believe they’re simply intimidated.”

“ — what if i wanted you for longer than that?” his voice wavered slightly, his gaze falling to the floor. “grasping it has always been a problem of mine. nothing good ever stays and i just push people away before it gets bad. hurting whoever before they have a chance to hurt me. — you’re different though. always have been.”

“you are your own worst enemy,” he whispered now, leaning in a bit closer. “you can’t think about tomorrow, or yesterday. these are factors you can not control. if you wake up tomorrow and find you want me, take me.” he insisted, his accent still strong though his tone had been brought down. “what people have never understood, is our negative thoughts bring on the negatives in our lives. if-- if we just stay positive, we feel positive. we give off positive energies, and that attracts our peers...”  -- “keeps them here.”

“ — you don’t know that. happiness is fickle. you don’t have it now but you could.” he knows the words falling from his lips are lies. “ — do you really want that? to be mine & only mine?”

“that’s what you don’t understand,” he began, his words soft as his gaze ultimately turned elsewhere. “happiness isn’t something you hold onto and drag over from day to day, it’s a moment. a burning rock rushing through the sky like a wish. and you have to grasp it.” he insisted now lifting his hues to lock on the other’s. “for tonight atleast.”

Rosie didn’t trust many people with finding her a hook-up. Too many skeevy folks looking to make a quick buck by seling dangerous shit. She had to be careful. “I’ll take any downer. Gotta cut this anxiety out. Would prefer dope but you know, I’ll take oxys. They snort just as well.” She folded her arms across her chest, watching him scroll endlessly. “Is that you sayin’ you’re gonna give me a ride too? Lookin’ for a tip?”

her words had pained him slightly, lesser lip tucking between his teeth as he slowly nodded his head. he knew a few individuals, but they weren’t the most trustworthy. but thankfully, the one he trusted the most wasn’t too far. tapping the screen he shot the other a text, rolling his eyes a bit. “i take care of my customers, is all.” he insisted now, gesturing toward his jet black cadillac. “but a tip for you is to be gentle to that button nose.” he noted, now opening the passenger side door. 

“Something perhaps a bit stronger…although if you’ve got a special goin’ for your favorite blonde customer…”

it wasn’t normally like samuel to get involved with other’s and their choices. so dropping his gaze to his phone, he obediently began scrolling through his contacts. “what do you want, up, down, speed, lsd...” he’s rambling a bit now as he lifted his gaze to her. “few people are out of town,” he paused, “you need a ride too, favorite blonde customer.” cue the first sign of actual joy to come across his features now as he locked his gaze on her’s, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Brows knit together tightly,  but it  didn’t  take her long to start to  speak for  herself.   “ Look I don’t know who  you think you are but you know NOTHING about me, or what I’ve been through so stop acting like you can figure it out. “ Lila snapped, though immediately deflating afterwards, her arms crossed over her chest, gaze falling to the floor. 

“oh, i don’t?” he challenged, before taking a slight step toward her. “what, were you born twenty something years ago, whatever family, bullshit friends, shitty job on top of shitty job. your dreams being shoved deeper and deeper down -- so far fucking down that it begins to cause pain to radiate through your once so innocent veins. then suddenly you blink and the things that were once so easy to understand have become FOREIGN.” he breathed, before taking a step closer. “well SWEETIE.” his gaze becoming almost WILD as he towered over her. “that’s like a fucking cake walk compared to my song and dance.” he licked his lips now, feeling his throat go dry. parting his lips, he wanted to shout MORE, scream louder, make it known her complaining meant nothing to him, for he has lived it. for over four hundred years.

It was interesting, how one could sense a change in attitude. Samuel seemed much calmer than before. Had Patrick’s presence done that? Perhaps the other truly did need someone then. Well, considering their promised exchange Patrick was more than willing to provide such things. “I’m in need of blood for a few recent experiments I’m conducting,” he answered, before gently grabbing the other’s hand, pulling it towards him. Emerald eyes gazed at the flesh before him, calculating and curious. “Something tells me your blood will prove quite useful.”

“experiments?” he inquired, slight confusion washing over his features now as he licked his lips. the man had never imagined his blood being of any use. though it had still pulsed through his veins with ease, he couldn’t imagine it would do anything for the other so he studied Patrick with a skeptical gaze, slowly nodding. “it’s just ordinary blood,” he hummed, though that wasn’t true in the slightest. he hadn’t a clue what ran through his veins after the experience he suffered over three hundred years ago. a piece of him grew weary over the concept of it being TAINTED with his once so angry disease... not that smallpox would do anything to anyone now, with the vaccine something so easily obtained. his thoughts are swirling now as every question he had became answered by his own logic, he didn’t realize he stopped talking entirely. “i thought you were a florist.”