Time To Dance
@cassandracainorphan
Applause, applause- no wait, wait...
Alarms. That’s it. Not applause. Viktor presses his palms to his ears, stumbling down some empty back alleyway. He’s not sure where he is, or why he is where he is. All he knows is that he’s out of that place, glad for it, and hungry as hell. Not only for food, but blood. They don’t exactly just give someone who claims to be a vampire blood. They just keep telling him it’s a delusion brought on by his schizophrenia. Which generally he just. Doesn’t quite understand.
He stumbles a few alleys down, wandering wandering wandering until he finds someone. Or someone finds him. A larger man holding a knife and probably meaning to mug the poor kid. After all, he looks young and vulnerable. Viktor just smiles and waves at him before getting stabbed in the gut. His reaction to this is not to scream, but to grab the man and pull him down. The escapee’s fangs sink into his would-be-mugger’s throat.
Next thing he knows, he’s in yet another alleyway. A knife still in his stomach making it rather hard to breathe, but he’s not quite dying. It hurts, sure, but it takes more than that to kill a vampire his age. He’s still.. Dazed. Staring up at the night sky, hearing sirens go by. He vaguely remembers running. Lots of it. Vaguely remembers his meal, he can still taste lemon meringue on his tongue. Though, there was something off about his food. Great, the guy was a druggie. That never ends well, but at least he’s used to hallucinations...
