Baltimore, Late Sunday Night

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Of course after all the time she'd spent stuck in this town, it was as easy as walking through a door. Or a gate, or a trellis or whatever it was the clerk from the bakery had rushed out of while Bo was standing near the causeway trying to decide how she was going to pick a Viking. Look for one whose kids had more than the usual number of bruises?

"Where the hell did you come from," when he almost knocked her over, and "Baltimore," with a blink like she was the crazy one for asking, and here she was, in an alley behind a bar on Front Street in the middle of the night.

Of course it was as easy as walking through an alley, and this time that wasn't sarcasm; it only took a few passes through the neighborhood before there'd been a knife pricking her side and a rough hand taking its sweet damn time patting her down for a wallet in places where it was kind of unlikely to be.

Good enough, she thought, turning into the touch instead of holding still. It was a gamble with a weapon on her, but she was starving, and if she did get wounded, a feed would fix that up. "If that's what you wanted, honey, all you had to do was ask."

He was a big guy, and thank God, he didn't look tweaked, just shocked at Bo's words, or her smile, or maybe it was her actions, when she put one empty hand on his waist and raised the other to his face. "Sorry," she said, quick enough that he wouldn't have time to react, and more sincere than he probably deserved. She didn't like to kill; she just had to eat.

Then she was on him, and it was a little late for sorry.



[Off-island, NFB, etc. Up SUPER early for massive SP, for one who knows who he is, except he doesn't yet. DAMMIT.]

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Bo on the other hand did need breath -- though she didn't need that hand clasped to her neck anymore, as the energy she'd just sucked out of him did its work and healed the the puncture in seconds.

"Well, it would put a whole new spin on Holy Communion, I guess." Small amounts of logic were seeping in, at least. Another second and... "You stopped me! Nobody's ever stopped me before."

From feeding on somebody else, yes, and it had saved a few people's lives, but not like this.

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Mitchell righted himself. He still felt a little dizzy, and that small sampling of blood had done nothing to settle his stomach. "You nearly sucked the life out of me," he said, incredulously, unintentionally punning in at least three different ways. "...And out of that guy!"

He did not sound nearly as freaked out about that as he probably should, were he not a hundred-year-old vampire with a history of waking up with dead bodies in hotel rooms.

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"But you stopped me," reiterated the twenty-eight year old succubus with a history of waking up with dead bodies in hotel rooms.

Oh, right. That guy. Who was currently slumped against the wall, eyes closed, but thank God, breathing. Or rather, not God, but the guy who probably wasn't really Jesus, though it might explain a lot.

"Thank you." That wasn't awkward to say at all. If heartfelt.

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"Yeah, you're welcome," Mitchell replied, but it was closer to distracted than heartfelt, as his eyes finally flicked over the area of skin that should have puncture wounds on it.

Not that he wasn't distinctly sympathetic towards I'd rather not be eating people but I can't seem to stop myself. "You're--" He frowned, stepping forward automatically to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And brushing his fingers over the same spot on his own neck.

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"Bo." Prooooobably not what he was asking, but this whole encounter was already so surreal that it didn't seem like introducing herself could make things any weirder. "I heal fast, when I've... well, you were kind of here for it."

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"Mitchell." Conversational reflex.

"You're still breathing," he added, a second later, "But you're definitely not human, are you? I can smell it."

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Bo blinked at him and said the most ludicrous thing she'd said in the last, oh, thirty seconds at least. "Okay, you know that's kind of creepy, right?"

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"I'm a vampire," he said, barely missing a beat. "It comes with the territory."

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"...Seriously?"

Vampires lived in movies and books and occasionally sparkled, not that she'd read those books. Beyond the first two chapters of the first one. Shut up. And yes, fangs and he bit her and... look, shut up.

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Mitchell shot her a look. "Oh, because you have a right to talk. Yes, seriously!"

He was not going to pop his fangs out again. It might end badly.

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"I'm not a vampire. ...I think." Sound surer about that, Bo. "I don't have fangs or drink blood. I didn't think anybody did in real life."

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"I'm fairly certain of that," Mitchell said, looking at her with a wary kind of curiosity. "There's a couple of us running around the island, and none of us ever managed that."

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"The island." Some things called for the facepalm to be literal. "You're from Fandom. Of course you're from Fandom. There's Vikings; why wouldn't there be vampires."

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"Well... Just the one Viking," said Mitchell.

Who seriously missed way too much. But was going to be nice and not out Eric.

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Yes, Mitchell. Don't out the guy who doesn't actually give a crap and already got outed by Jessica, except Bo was too stupid to believe her.

"Have you been on vacation or something? The Devil's Nest is swarming with them. They hang out in the lounge and drink mead and sing stuff in Icelandic."

Said the girl who'd been there a week and worked one shift at the Devil's Nest. This conversation wasn't getting any less ridiculous, no.

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Yes, well, it was only common courtesy, really. Mitchell was kind of banking on Eric upholding the same.

"I... was away for a bit," he said, pulling a face. "I missed Vikings. Kate's going to be insufferable."

Because that was the important thing here.

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"Is that one of the other vampires?" Forgive her for being a n00b and also fixated on THERE ARE PEOPLE KIND OF LIKE ME I AM NOT THE ONLY WEIRDO MUTANT FREAK IN THE WORLD.

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"...What?"

Mitchell blinked, then shot her one of those looks that read what are you on. Because clearly she could divine Kate's human status. "No!" A beat. Calmer: "No, Kate's human. You can't... tell, about any of us?"

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"What, I'm supposed to have impossible-monster-people-dar? I wish. Up 'til you started going off like the Fourth of July in my mouth, I thought I was the only one of us in the world."

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"...Oh, nice mental image," Mitchell had to comment. (Not that you weren't hot, Bo, but he had a girlfriend, and-- so not the time.)

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She gave a distracted shrug, but had the grace to give him a "Sorry. But that was.... Jesus. To coin a phrase. It's not like that with..." She nodded towards the slumped-over mugger. "Humans."

Which was maybe the first time she'd ever phrased it that way; she'd always at least pretended that freak or not, she could still use that word for herself.

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"You weren't going for any bodily fluids I know of," Mitchell said. This was... probably a little hypocritical in the face of him lecturing her on her word usage, but it couldn't be helped. "Maybe supernaturals have more of... whatever it is you were trying to eat."

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She could tell him the answer to that one, at least, though in light of unfortunate word usage all round, it was, well.

"It's, um. Sexual energy."

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"...Get out," Mitchell said, staring at her. "Seriously?"

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"Like I'd really choose this moment to start making shit up? So you've never heard of...whatever I am?" Time for some righteous sorry-for-herself-ness. "Great, I'm even a freak among freaks."