[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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[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.

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[He wavered, caught between getting away from the man who was clearly not in his right mind, and helping hi... his temporary ally. He didn't want to leave-- and it was rare indeed that Zuko did something he really didn't want to.]

Answer me, Dean! What's wrong with you?! How can I help!?

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

[He didn't look up, He was slowly struggling to his senses. Which was hard with Zuko right there, Close enough that if--

No. He wouldn't give into it, not again.]

The best thing you can do right now... is leave. I'll explain later, I promise. [After all, it looked like he didn't have much choice. Not if the bloodlust would drive him to this.]

[burning-prince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko hesitated a second longer, then finally gave in.] Fine. But you'd better contact me on the Blackberry or I'll set the floor of your room on fire. [Disturbed, but still not happy, he turned away and headed quickly back towards his own room.]

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

[He waited until he was more in control, and he headed back to his room feeling drained. The first thing he did was pile anything he could against the door, and he scrubbed a hand through his hair before sitting on the bed in his room.

Well, it wasn't like he could lie about it anymore. and it became glaringly obvious that he couldn't starve himself... it just ended in him doing what he didn't want - hurting people (or trying to).

Just... give him a few days. He's just accepting the fact that he won't get cured like he was hoping... and that he had become what he didn't want. That he was a monster.]