"I 'unno. You carrying anything?"
"Don't have anything, don't have any money. Just leave me alone."
And they're preying on the homeless? Wow, they
are new meat...
"You smell good." The revenant shakes its head. "Which is kinda freaky, to be honest. You sure don't look like you should smell good-. I mean, ew, right? I'm not telling you anything you don't know. But something about this whole situation really sets me off."
The revenant bangs him against the wall behind me a couple of times, like a cat toying with something that might be able to resist a little more if it were properly motivated. It's curious how many of them act like that. I've certainly never felt the drive, but then.. I.. suppose I'm not exactly like the rest.
Demonic sadism. They might not even realise why they're doing it, just that it feels good for them to do it. I suppose having a body is a heady feeling for the newly vamped.
"Hearts ready for harvesting."
The revenant looks around at the voice, its eyes narrowing slightly as it tries to pick me out in the dark. Their… Alright, our, vision is better than what humans have, but between my body's lack of vital function and my environmental shield I don't make much noise or reflect much light.
Admittedly, Black Lanterns don't entirely sync up with vampires... An easy mistake to make, I guess.
"Oh, hey." The revenant smiles. "Didn't see you there."
Clearly. But that's a statement of fact. I'm not sure what it expects me to say.
Man, Zaul feels really disconnected from everything. Comes from being dead, I suppose.
"You been here long?"
"About a minutes and a half."
Accurate. But not entirely what they were asking, I bet.
"No, no, I mean Sunnydale. Is this, like, your patch? Are you in charge?"
It seems to find the idea… Entertaining?
It would be funny if all they knew of Vampirism was from Vampire the Masquerade or something... Thankfully, Twilight doesn't exist here.
"I only got out of the ground last week, y'know? Still finding my feet with this whole 'vampire' thing? Is this face normal? Did Anne Rice lie to me?"
I take a couple of slow steps forward. "I did not know that. You seem to be managing. Yes, that face is normal, and I do not believe so."
Ugh. Almost as bad as Twilight... And why do I feel like reading Zaul's voice like Death from Discworld. It's not
nearly as hollow...
It frowns. "Huh?"
"It is unlikely that Anne Rice has any real knowledge of the supernatural. As such, her misrepresentation would not be a lie."
But it's probably responsible for a lot of new vamps making critical mistakes about themself...
"Oh. Yeah. Huh, you're English? Are all English vampire, like, super old and think American vampires are making all our kind look bad?"
"I am indeed English. I can't speak for English vampires in general but I myself have existed in this state for less than a year. And while American revenants do 'make us look bad', that same appears to be true for every nationality of vampire."
That whole Black Lantern thing makes him really unmotivated, doesn't it?
"Hah, yeah, I guess the whole 'eating people' thing never really looks…" It frowns. "You wanna share or something? Usually their blood pressure drops real quick when I feed and I end up having to bite them in a bunch of different places or just…" It grins. "Pull off their arms and shit and just let the blood spurt into my mouth, but if you-"
"Hearts ready for harvesting."
And that would be his ring. Picturing a cold, rasping hiss of a voice.
"-wanna share-? Or are hearts your thing? Oh, have you ever ripped someone's still-beating heart out of their chest and shown it to them? 'Cause I tried-"
"Yes."
Something he does all the time, naturally. Let him demonstrate!
"-that once and their ribs kinda ripped-. You have?" It looks excited, and I can see the strong confluence of lights in its chest. "That is so cool! Can I just feed on this guy a little bit and then give him to you so you can show me?"
A direct question.
"Yes."
Any human would probably be getting creeped out hard by this point...
"Mhhrrrrrrrnonononno."
"Hearts ready for harvesting."
Yeah, like that. Bet more than the guy's
heart is yellow right now...
"Is that like your ring tone or something?" The revenant grins. "Hah!"
"No."
Huh, someone rich enough to have a mobile phone? I suppose all types get Vamped up...
"Whatever, dude." It holds the man out in my direction. "Come on! Go for it!"
Wasn't I supposed to say-. Ah, yes.
Heh. Oh, they have no idea what's coming and it is hilarious...
"You may wish to remove your outer garments."
"Yeah, kinda gets my engine running, too. Though that's not a vampire thing; I was kinda bitchy when I was a human, too."
Ah, one of the local rich girls. And not a nice one either...
"Strictly speaking, you were never human."
It looks at me with a frown. "Ah, pretty sure I remember being human, dude."
No, your
meat remembers being human...
"Revenants such as yourself as demon-possessed corpses. You retain human memories because the brain of your host body has them, but you'll notice that you instinctively relate to them in a very different way. And I do not find violence arousing."
I wonder how many vamps he's gone through this with? Because at this point, he sounds
bored.
It frowns, then nods. "Does explain a few things. But-. Oh right! You're not draining him first! He's gunna splatter all over the place! Just a sec."
It passes me the homeless man and then takes off its coat and.. blouse, dropping them on the lid of a nearby bin. It them removes its skirt, depositing them on the pile. Then it strikes a pose.
Well, at least the victim's
mostly out of danger...
"Yeah, demon-possessed corpse? Ultimate diet plan. And my family buried me in cheap shitty-ass clothes anyway. Guess I need to go back home and get my wardrobe back." It smiles and me and then nods at the homeless man. "Okay." It steps a little closer and holds its arms out to the side. "Hit me."
You heard the vamp, Zaul...
I thrust my right hand through its exposed chest and yank it back with its heart between my fingers.
It looks at it for an instant.
"Huh."
I suppose that's one of the few high points of having to do this: seeing that moment of shock and comprehension on a monster's face...
And then its entire body turns to dust.
"Feed."
Wonder how much charge that's good for?
The heart remains in my hand for a moment. Not beating, because why would it start now, but clearly existing separate from its former home. Then it etherealises, orange light being sucked into my ring.
"Power level two point two percent."
Not a lot, eh? Then again, the more power he has, the closer he comes to
bad things...
And then I remember then wonderful feeling of selfishness, of wanting and taking things for myself. I let the homeless man go and rummage through the revenant's clothing for-. Ah! Its purse! The first few times I did this I didn't separate the clothing first, and for some reason it turned to dust along with the rest, but now I usually manage to remember.
Sympathetic effect. The same reason shapechangers get magic pants...
"Here." I hold it out to the homeless man. "Not a huge amount, but it's probably worth a meal or two."
He's sort of collapsed to the floor, just staring at-.
Yeah, he's out of it for the night. Just leave it in his pocket or something...
"Heart ready for harvesting."
Yes, he.. would be a good source. But I don't want to, and for now I remember that, and remember why. And there are plenty of more acceptable targets I can get a fear-filled heart from in a place like Sunnydale. And then rage and maybe hope, and then…
And then I'll start to feel a little more alive.
Ooof, And now I really feel for Zaul.

Even though I know it's bad, I kinda want him to get more lights...