[Audio -> video || in person replies ONLY please]] || hunt 3 || Feeding time at the zoo

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[At first there's no video. a low growl can be heard over the communiction feed. The sound is muffled, his blackberry is in his pocket, he'd brushed against a wall, and had managed to turn it on. There's a sound of footsteps that can be heard echoing, but they sound like they're in front of him.

Dean hadn't fed since he was turned, and he'd... pretty much failed at controlling the blood lust. He was naturally drawn to people, and hanging around humans, let alone the fact that there was the constant sounds of food - the blood pumping and hearts beating - all around him meant that the inevitable had happened. The instinct-driven animalistic side of what he was had emerged.

His hand dipped into his pocket, and he pulled out the blackberry. It was distracting him from his prey, being a weight in his jean pocket (he'd not put his jacket on when he'd left his room - sign number one he wasn't feeling quite himself as he never went anywhere without the damned thing.) As he put his hand in his pocket, he managed to turn the video on. At first, the screen still dark, the sub-basement can be seen as dim shapes. It's dark down here, but it's clear that it isn't hindering Dean. But then... in the almost non-existent light, a woman's figure can be seen.

Roxanne.

As he turns it over, you get a brief shot of his face. His eyes are cold, and you can probably see the bloodlust and hunger in their green depths, which just looked almost flat now. Not what you would have seen before. There's another grolw, and his lip curls up over his teeth. Both sets of them. the top set are pointed fangs that sit over his normal teeth. then the blackberry is dropped, and the last thing you see on the feed is the sole of a boot treading on the camera as he starts stalking after her again, before the feed goes static.]

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[neveradamsel]

[After her recent discussion and interactions with Megamind, Roxanne thought that since they had...gotten along as well as they could have they should probably sit down and have an actual conversation about what transpired. Their situation was going to take some work, and there was going to be no progress unless they talked.

So, it was back down to the sublevels to the last place she'd seen him. She hadn't gotten the hang of the device other than to make calls, and she hadn't wanted to broadcast her business throughout the building, so a surprise visit was in order.

Except she's getting the distinct feeling that she isn't alone.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[The smell of her blood was pushing him onwards. he followed her, slowly getting closer, using the impenetrable shadows in the dark as the perfect cover.

He was stalking her down the corridoor, and his foot glanced off a rock, sending it skittering down the passage. It hit a wall with a quiet thud. His only response was to get closer t the wall where it was darker.

only one thought was in his mind for now. Food.]

[neveradamsel]

[She had taken a few more steps when she heard the noise. Roxanne stopped then - placing a hand on the wall to keep her bearings as she tried to keep her wits. She wasn't one for panicking but that was...certainly a cause for concern.

Someone was in the corridor with her, and they weren't announcing themselves. That...did not bode well.

She turned, head high and chin lifted.]

Who’s there?

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He didn't answer, only crept a little closer. Hopefully the silence would make her move on, instincts telling him now would not be a good time to attack. Too many lines of exit.

But... if she didn't move on, he'd have to move. Well, it's not like she could outrun him if that was the case.]

[neveradamsel]

[When she didn't receive an answer, Roxanne seriously starts to doubt her sanity.]

This place is a waking nightmare. [Grumbling under her breath she turns back around and starts to hurry down the corridor, feet taking her faster than before.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He waited until the corridoor narrowed before making his move. He crept slowly - for him, at least - up behind her.

His nose and both sets of teeth were about three inches from her, he could smell the blood pummping stronger than before, and a snarl ripped from his throat. It was pure animal instinct, the snarl.]

[neveradamsel]

[She had kept moving - that was best, right? Keep moving, keep walking, don't look back--

Except, what was that?!

She turned around, and there he is, right there in her face.]

Whoa Dean - hi, that's a little close, what are you doing?!

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[The corner of his lip curled up with another hungry growl, displaying them teeth, before he pushed her to a wall. He put a hand either side of her body boxing her in before leaning in.

He paused and pulled back a little, the conflict obvious on his face for a minute.] ...so hungry...

[and with that, the hungry animal side won the conflict. After all, you try not eating for a week, then resisting a steak that's been put in front of you. He started to lean in again.]

[Listening in]

[big-bang-blue.livejournal.com]

[He didn't think much on the transmission other than it was probably another network blunder that happens once in a while and dismisses it as he returned to his task in working in the dark winding up copper wire on molded plastic spools.

Something deep down was telling him to not ignore it completely. He was already in trouble for making assumptions.]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

[Kurda sees the transmission and starts worrying - he knows that look well enough. He heads out right away to try and find Dean, still not familiar with the manor and where everything is. He runs around calling out to him in the hope he'll hear at maybe come back to his senses before he does something stupid.]

Dean! Dean!
It's Kurda!... Come on mate, where are you?

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[It was more the smell than the voice that made him take off in Kurda's direction. The semll of vampire... the smell of competition. It was his food, and he'll be damned if he lets the other one get it.

It doesn't take long for him to be in front of Kurda in a hallway, hunkered down and snarling, making the message clear enough.

His food.]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

[Kurda sighs]

Ah Dean, how did you get yourself into that mess?

[he approaches very cautiously, palms up in submission]

How about we talk about this? I can help you - we can get you blood, I promise. It doesn't have to be like this. Think about what you're doing, ok? I know you're in pain, I understand - but I can help you.

[failing that he might just have to tackle him, which he doesn't particularly want to do]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[There's a slight headtilt at the mention of blood. But as he gets closer, he tenses, another snarl ripping from his throat.

His hands open and close as he prepares himself to attack. He starts prowling in a half circle, looking for the best opportunity to arise to launch his offensive.]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

[Kurda sighs, knowing he has no choice now, but he hates the conflict. However he also can't let Dean hurt anyway, for their sake or for his, because Kurda has a feeling he wouldn't like himself if he did.

Kurda matches his steps, but only for a very brief moment. Usually it was expected in these situations to intimidate your opponent before attack, that was what the pacing and growling game was about, but Kurda was far too clever for that. As far as vampires go he isn't the strongest of them, so he's learnt to rely on speed and tactic.

He breaks out of the pacing prematurely, feigning a left attack and then actually pouncing on Dean from the right at a lightning speed.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He was knocked over by the pounce, and he hit the floor. For a minute there, it looks like he might have come back into himself, something sparking in his eyes, before instinct takes over, and he's snarling again.

He managed to get himself off the floor, away from Kurda, and hunkered down again] Mine.

[And with that he pushed off his back foot, aiming to pounce on the guy himself.]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

[Kurda is very fast, and he has the advantage of having a rational mind on his side, but even still as he ducks from Dean's attack it's a little too close for comfort and he catches a deep gash just above his eye.

He knows he could probably beat Dean in this fight, but he doesn't want to hurt him, so instead he has an idea and dashes into the closest room, hoping Dean will follow.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He sprints after him, following him into the room. If he'd been in any rational state, he definitely would have stopped and thought 'trap', and not followed. Luckily for Kurda, he was still an animal of instinct at the minute.]

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[This is probably the first time Zuko's been glad for the Blackberry's habit of randomly turning on without warning-- not that he's glad to see Dean this way, but, holy shit, something's wrong here, and he's definitely glad for the warning.]

[He fiddles with it for a bit almost hopefully, before finally accepting that yes, Dean's Blackberry's probably destroyed, and that he won't be getting any calls, even if Zuko could figure out how to make the thing work for him for once. So instead, he pocketed it, and, trying to remember which room that was he'd seen Dean in, started making his way down the halls and in the general direction of the sub-basement as quickly as he dared.]

[What was wrong with the guy? Not that Zuko knew him all that well at this point, but, for someone who wasn't Fire Nation or even had any bending powers that he was aware of, he wasn't that bad.]

[More noticeably-- what was with those teeth!?]

Dean? Are you down here?

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Two humans. Lucky him. His lips turned up in a feral smile, and he turned on his heels. He could come back for the woman later.

He made his way back to where he'd heard Zuko's voice - and more importantly his heart - coming from. The only trouble with this hallway was that there was no way in hell that he could have got behind Zuko. So, he came up the hallway, stalked around a corner, and there. At the end of the hallway Dean was now in, was the firebender. A snarl ripped through his throat as he caught sight of his new prey.]

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko froze, staring at Dean in shock and a growing sense of apprehension.]

Dean? Dean, what's wrong with you? What's going on? [That look on Dean's face... Zuko wasn't sure what it said about what was going on in the other man's head, only that it meant nothing good.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He stalked closer, hungrily eyeiing the boy. With every wet beat of his heart, it sounded like food. over and over, and it was driving him mad.

His footsteps were silet as he moved, tension coiled in his muscles ready to run and pounce on him as soon as he got in range. as soon as he was in that range, he ran inhumanly fast, trying to pin the guy as he had when they fought the other day.]

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko didn't think. He couldn't-- there was no time. His body reacted on pure reflex and instinct, kicking up a burst of fire between them even as he lunged backwards and away.]

[He didn't weaken these flames for Dean as he had in their fight before. He'd seen those eyes, and they didn't look anything like the eyes of the man he'd sparred against.]

Dean, snap out of it! [Immediately falling back into a proper Firebending stance, he watches the other with wide, startled eyes.] What's gotten into you!?

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He leapt back, and snarled at the burst of flame.

the shock made something flash in his eyes. recognition. Of who Zuko was. But that wild hunger overtook it, emptying them once more, and he runs forwards again.]

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[Clearly, that one short burst wasn't enough to make him stop, so Zuko, gritting his teeth, lashed out-- stepping forward and thrusting his arm forward in an open-handed strike that released a wide torrent of fire at Dean, that filled almost the entire hallway.]

[It wasn't very strong in that state, and certainly wouldn't harm him past a couple of yards, but he couldn't risk Dean having the chance to dodge around the blast. Zuko didn't want to risk fatally injuring the guy-- he grudgingly rather liked him, and was worried about what had gotten him into this state-- but it seemed like nothing short of serious injury was going to make him stop.]

Snap out of it, Dean!

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Dean ran as far as he could, until the flames stopped him. He carried on until it felt he was burning up, and then he retreated, wiping absently at the burns that slowly blistered on his face, ignoring the ones on his body, arms and legs that were apperaing under his quickly becoming ragged clothes.

Again, there was recognition. This time it was long anough for him to fall to his knees.] Nononononononono.... [his fingers clenched on the ground, scraping at the floor.]

Leave, Zuko, now.