#roamingimagination

Jim had just recently been freed of Jackson and was loving his new body. Not only did he have freedom but he was attractive. So much so he had landed a job with a modeling agency. One day after a photo shoot, he got a coffee and sat out front of the small coffee shop watching people walk by. Each human that moved past him left his throat burning with an intense thirst and every female left him struggling to stay seated. His body needed a mate and needed a meal and he knew he couldn’t deny himself that much longer. If it was not for him wanting to keep his job to feed his ego he would have already started ripping out throats. Just picturing the warm red liquid leaking from the necks of his victims nearly made him moan. For the young vampire, there was nothing in the world better than blood.

He managed to keep his cool and stay still. That is until a young woman walked by him that he couldn’t resist. He grinned to himself before standing and walking over to her with a polite smile. “ Hello, I’m Jim, could I get your name beautiful?” He spoke beautifully able to hide his crazy extremely well.

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roamingimagination katelockhartx

It had been a year and a half since the virus and as far as Levi was concerned, everyone was dead. His parents, his brother, his friends. People he hated, people he liked. Even people he had yet to meet. Everyone and anyone was dead and gone. And while the world was certainly a big enough place, he was sure that if there was a single person out there - he would have met them by now. People had a way of gravitating towards one another. And while Levi wasn’t the friendliest guy out there, even he knew life was worth very little without relationships or people. Good, or bad.

There was only so long you could spend looking for people you knew you would never find. He spent that first year and a half looking. Levi traveled from place to place, marking every town and city off his map. He spray painted buildings and billboards to let people know he was alive, and where to find him. But still, nothing. So when he finally accepted that everyone was good and dead, he found himself a rather large house on the west coast. With or without people, he was sure he would live the rest of his sorry life out in luxury.

He stole the best paintings he could find, decorating his new mansion with various objects and pieces of furniture taken from his travels. For a while there, he realized life didn’t have to feel so worthless. He could spend his time doing things that he wouldn't normally do because he was so held back by people and money when they were around. But now, Levi wasn’t sure this was enough to keep him happy at all. Being alone for so long was starting to make him feel stir crazy.

“I’m not a bank, you know that?”

As far as Ivy was concerned, the only thing worse than being stuck on public transportation was being sick while stuck on public transportation. She knew if she didn't get some fresh air, she was going to have a bit of a problem. But fresh air in a bus stuffed full of sweaty looking people was in short supply and there was little she could do until the bus stopped. 

When it finally did, Ivy managed to drag herself out and onto the sidewalk where she suddenly became very sick. But here in the city, people didn't usually ask you what was wrong. If you were hacking your guts up on the side of the street, you could sure bet that didn't change the fact that they had somewhere else to be.

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