#vednir

The burn in his nostrils only added to the headrush he felt as the world around him grew distorted. He knew that there was blood dripping down into his mustache as Vednir’s eyes locked onto his lips. It fell into his teeth when he grinned and tugged the jade closer to kiss him. 

Maybe he was a bad influence, it’s what Vemili would say if he saw them in the hallway of the club. It’s too busy for Vemili to do anything about them. Anttan knew this building enough to slink around unnoticed- no one cared about a washed up movie star getting his blood drained by a blooddrinker, both too coked out to notice anyone noticing them anyway. 

Vednir licked the blood from his teeth, his lip, and against his nostril, getting the little bit of powder around it as he shivered and scraped his fangs against his lip. His kisses trailed down to his shoulder- knowing well enough by now that Anttan’s throat was off limits. With the deep scars that marred it, he wouldn’t get a good bite anyway. So the junction of his shoulder where there was already littered hickies and healing bites from last adventures. More frequent than they used to be, the more and more Vednir was hooked on drugged blood. 

“You think they’ll notice if I stole a bottle of bourbon?” Anttan cooed, tipping his head to the side while the light headed feeling embraced him. Mixed with the effect of the drugs, with the warmth washing over him that happens when your body loses blood. Vednir didn’t answer him at first, but after a couple ounces of blood that he could drink in one bite, he pulled away and started to kiss the bites better. 

“Lemme get it, I’m quicker than you, Ants.” 

Vednir did the sacrifice by standing up, his mouth was coated in blood, and then was transferred to the sleeve of his tan coat. He gave a toddler-like half wave with his hand and then quick stepped out of sight. He knew he had a minute or two before the drugged blood hit him, long enough for him to snatch a bottle from behind the bar.

The club was crowded, more than normal with loud music and lights distorting his focus. Vednir always wondered what they looked like to someone who could see more than four different colors. 

Somewhere else, a man with black horns and fuchsia/violet cusp blood was finishing a curse. 

It’s funny, it didn’t hit like a switch being swapped in his mind. No, this was sudden, but Vednir saw it happen, the way the shadows crept up in his sight, literally fogging his head. He felt the burn in his throat, it felt like something was setting his senses on fire. And before he could even fight it, the part of him that could reason was shoved back into his head, no consciousness left in him, just a body with hunger. 

Bottle forgotten, Vednir snarled and grabbed the first body near him. He tore the boy’s throat out and let blood spray over as he drank eagerly. With the noise, the lights, the bodies- no one noticed what was happening, not until a war path of six bodies fell around him, did someone scream. It didn’t stop him, with more and more blood he was able to just start snapping necks for the fun of it. One girl’s arm was snapped so the bone broke through and he drank the blood from it for seconds before the next moving body distracted him. He might not have drained the bodies empty, but the wounds he did leave were killing ones. Arties punctured to bleed out in a rainbow on the floor, shaking from the vibration off the screams and music stirring the puddles. 

Back to Anttan, who began to wonder where his kismesis was, had stood up and used the wall to walk out towards the main club room. The bloodshed didn’t quite register at first, not really. He didn’t think about it until Vemili’s voice, in ear shattering volume screamed out 

“EVERYONE FREEZE.”

Across the room people stopped moving, despite the music playing, the lights going, and Anttan tried, but his body literally couldn’t- it felt like ice painfully stabbing his muscles when he tried to step forward. He didn’t know Vemili was so powerful…

He watched helplessly as Vemili stormed through the crowd, hidden from sight. 

Vemili pushed through bodies, unfortunately knocking them to the ground where they couldn’t even move to catch themselves. He tried to be cautious, but his main mission was to get to the center of the chaos. 

He found that drinker- the one Anttan kept bringing around, found him so clearly fighting against his voodoos. 

“Sorry, even a dog can listen.” Vemili snarled under his breath and reached out to grab Vednir’s arm. “Walk with me,” he commanded, the voice echoing only to Vednir’s ears. Even cursed- he could hear his words- and be affected by the control. The drawback was how unpracticed Vemili was- how long he suppressed his powers that with his focus on trying to keep Vednir’s animalistic state under control, the command to ‘freeze’ began to lift from the farthest end of the radius of his power. By the time he had dragged Vednir to Anttan, well aware of their little hallway they used, the command was lifted entirely from the crowd. Panic set back in and soon his manager and the bouncers began to crowd control hard. 

“What the FUCK, Anttan.” Vemili snarled, shoving Vednir into his arms. His snarling felt so unlike him that even out of his mind, Anttan knew something was wrong. 

“He’s not himself!” Anttan defended, his arms feeling puddy like as he tried to keep Vednir’s body restrained. 

“Put him in that office there,” Vemili hissed, fishing out a keyring to unlock the door. As he did, Hexaly ran up to him, out of breath. 

“Vemili, what the hell is happening? Gre, Braxtn, and Colo are getting trolls out- holy SHIT- is that him?! Is he HIGH.” 

“I’m shoving him in here till he sobers up.” Vemili explained while Anttan dumped Vednir’s body into the windowless room. The door was closed behind him, sealing him as the effects of Vemili’s voodoos began to fade, and as the lock was clicked into place, Anttan could hear Vednir’s growling and snarling while he started to pull at the door handle. It like inhuman. 

“Wait- wait I know someone- uhhh. Fuck uhh he has a descendant! He can help him.”

“You want to invite MORE blood suckers into my club?!” Vemili balled his fist, readying to swing at Anttan- but Anttan instead scrambled to find Vednir’s phone from his bag, discarded by their original spot just a few feet away. He didn’t have a lot of coordination, but he shakily began to go through it, finding the recent message thread with a troll named Tuuya. Was that his kid? He coulda swore the kid’s name was something with an H.