Out in the sun [tag: Azrael]

[Dominic Graves]

Dominic was not pleased, he did not like going outside, but the staff were unwillingly to let the wannabe vampire spend his time sleeping under cool blankets in darkness. He absolutely hated the sun, it was the eternal enemy of the creatures of the night. He liked to claim it would steal his energy and strength, leaving him a vulnerable creature who would like nothing more then to sleep during the daylight hours, but no! They wanted him to be active, especially during the daytime. He sneered as he peered up at the sky, cursing the sun under his breath before he started to stalk the yard. Dominic was pissed and he wanted to express it, so he angrily punched the cement wall like he hoped by doing this he would break or crack it, instead he only hurt his hand.

The would-be vampire growled as he sunk down onto the ground, looking at his bloody hand. His sea blue eyes stared at the damage, entranced by it all. Carefully he drew it to his mouth, extending his pink tongue to lick up the salty life fluid like a wounded animal cleaning his wound. To most, blood would have been a distasteful thing or even a frightened thing. However, Dominic found blood to a beautiful and delicious thing that he wanted, needed more then anything. After all he was a vampire and vampires absolutely loved blood. Once he had licked the entire of his blood from his hurt hand, he let it sunk down into his lap. His eyes were peering at the wall with a grimace, wishing he could escape this place.

[Azrael Dalicy]

Azrael was in a horrible mood.

So horrible, in fact, that a nurse had to gone to give him his medication to sedate him, as he was clinging to the bars on his window howling like a monkey. She went in to stick a needle in his ass cheek, he screamed and ran like hell out of the room, something akin to terror squeezing his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. He didn’t do needles at all. He swore at her as she chased after him, trying to lose her among the halls, and when that didn’t work, He climbed up the wall and clung to the lamp in the ceiling, curled up in a ball, giving the cord the death grip.

His guard couldn’t even get him to come down “NO! I told you I don’t fuckin’ do needles!” He screamed, His guard swiping at him, trying to get him down. Azzy spat and hissed at them, gripping the cord tighter and tighter until his knuckles went white from the amount of pressure he was exerting. The guard eventually tore him off the lamp and wrestled with him on the ground for a while, Azrael eventually wiggled out from the both of them and went tearing down the halls, running out a door in to the courtyard and made a B-line towards a tree in a hidden corner, which he climbed up and his in amongst the thick foliage. He slipped the guards pack of smokes in to the pocket of his pants and sat there, eyes trained on the door.

He hardly noticed the newcomer standing under his concealed hiding spot.

Azzy tilted his head a little, he was fairly curious about him, Azzy knew he was a fair bit taller then this man, but....he was interesting to say the least. Azzy took out a stolen lighter and cigarette and smoked it while he sat crouched in his little hiding spot, thinking the situation over carefully. If he approached the stranger, would he squeal ? The cannibal rolled his deep brown eyes in annoyance and huffed. Probably he would, and then Azzy would be back in the padded rooms....he HATED the padded rooms. His curiosity peaked when he saw the man take a look at his bloodied and, then lick the life force from the cut.

Azzy knew the taste, he knew it well, it was one of his favourites, besides black coffee. A fellow cannibal? He thought, then got a closer look, the man was pale, as if he didn’t like the sun, and glared at the blue sky whenever he got the chance....Azrael snapped his fingers and grinned wildly from ear to ear. This one was a vampire, he knew it. Slowly he stared at the man until he chuckled darkly “Well, well, well....look what we have here....someone who isn’t to particularly fond of the sunshine...how....delicious” He commented, his voice deep and dark, never leaving from his hiding spot in the tree.

[Dominic Graves]

“Oh my a disembodied voice... Oh where oh where could it be coming from?” he inquired playfully as his sea colored eyes looked about him, but he didn't see anyone of the ground. It suddenly hit him, or at least it appeared that way, the tree would be a great hiding place. Slowly he eased himself onto his knees, peering up into the foliage, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was taunting him. “Of course I am not too fond of the sunlight... it's rather hazardous to vampire's health. Fortunately it would appear that it doesn't kill me, but it is unpleasant to me,” Dominic admitted to Azrael, who he was certain was somewhere in the tree above him. “So what are you? I do hope you're more then a disembodied voice,” he grinned up at the spot he believed his fellow patient was occupying.

“Are you going to stay up there or do I have to come up there?” the would-be vampire asked debating if he should climb up the tree or wait to see if Azrael would come down on his own. His aquamarine depths scanned the leafage before he finally was able to catch a glimpse of the figure high above him. Carefully his lips peered back again, revealing his white teeth that he used to rip into flesh to draw blood from it. Patience was not a virtue that belonged to Dominic, though he did wait when he had to, but this time he didn't have to wait. No, he was going to take manners into his own hands. So Dominic started to carefully ascend the tree, easing himself up each branches trying to get closer to the stranger.