start of something new || open
When he came to Sumner, Theoderich was under the impression that there would be a blood bank option- and there was, of course. He just wasn’t really cognizant that blood banks could run dry. Busy season, maybe. In any case… He was going on day two without blood, and all he hoped to do was get ahead of that awful, bone-sinking nausea that sets in on day three.
It felt incredibly cliché to say that Theoderich was nervous. It was true, but still. It was his first…hunt? Can it be called a hunt, when you aren’t really trying to… bring something down?
“Just sink in your teeth and run,” he says quietly, to himself, bouncing lightly on his heels to work up to it. He’d realized early on at home that he wouldn’t have much idea what to do if he had to feed organically. He didn’t actually have a mentor to show him how this whole thing worked (is it alright to actually sink in your teeth so close to the jugular? And they don’t HAVE to die if they’re bitten? Can he just nick open their shoulder, have a sip and run; how much blood does he need to actually survive? How does this work at all?), which turned out to be the downside in paying money in exchange for vampirism. The price runs high, and he could always- he could call his parents. They could send money, knowing them they might just find some obscure, expensive blood delivery service. He wasn’t going to, but it was an option.
No. He could do this.
With concentration, his fangs detracted, and he bared them experimentally while a tourist walked by, headed away from the hotel he worked at. When they were a good ten feet ahead, he took off after them, starting to just break into a run, feeling adrenaline hit him full force when his foot caught a pebble and he skidded face first across the ground.
He groans, lowly, grateful he didn’t chip a tooth. His tongue poked around, making sure his fangs were still fangs. Alright, he thought to himself. That went well.
