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The city was dark as the rain poured, hardly quiet despite the time being so late at night. In fact, it was nearing the hour of midnight to be frank. Within the alleyways that nestled between buildings that served as little short cuts for people and animals that called this place home. Some part of him wondered if he should try to find his way to that park or edge of the forest...there was a forest in New York right? Or at least...at the edge of it somewhere? Anxiously hands fidgeted with the old metal of the watch, tracing a dent that came about his his grandfather's time that was never fixed; possibly wasn't worth it really. Somehow the old pocket watch still worked. And he could hear it...ticking in his hands. Counting the seconds of each moment that the night dragged on.
"Hickery Dicker Dock..the mouse ran up the clock.." Victor muttered as he hurried along.
He didn't like the look of this area...the way the shadows shifted slightly and the men that had been hanging out near what he assumed as a nightclub. He'd seen plenty of people standing around like that before...cigarettes in hand, puffing the smoke into the air with a odd look to their eye. A odd look created through the high amounts of alcohol or even something else in their system or just bad intentions brewing in the mind. He'd seen enough of it from hoping to city to city.
Coming a stop a few blocks down, he gave a few uneasy breathes. His hair was a mess, greasy and standing in various directions. The dark coat and pants were tattered in areas, dirt and mud smeared about it. Course..there were some darker stains that wasn't mud or normal food...blood. They were always blackouts though, sometimes it was his own or at least, he felt sometimes it was his own. Could vampires bleed? Or was it just his....the person who lost that blood because of him..was it their blood leaking out of cuts or bruises? He shook his head, clutching the pocket watch.
"No no! Not that round of thoughts again, nope nope." Victor cautioned himself.
He winced as his stomach growled. The scraps he found or got a hold of weren't cutting it, especially when he was needing to satisfy that other thing. There was a different sound amongst the drops of rain and Victor was quick to spin around to look for the source.
"S...someone else there?" Victor stammered, his grip on the old pocket watching tightening and it's chain swung with the motion.
The years had become long and drawn out, each one blurring into the last. It was starting to feel repetitive living the same lives over and over again. Pretend like you fit in and then shuffle yourself out of the spot light for a while before surfacing again. Recently she had found herself back in New York City, thank goodness for that. Completely different from the small quiet life she had grown up in - this was starting to feel increasingly normal. Ironically so. After hiding herself away and avoiding being around humans for so long, she soon learned it was not worth the effort and loneliness. It was true that solitude could drive one to insanity, something she was not willing to become acquainted with in the near future.
This night, like many others, was long and seemingly never ending. Tonight was on the chillier side and the young presenting woman, was neatly hidden under a baggy coat. It seemed to be what most people were wearing now. Oversized clothing and straight edges. Or at least, that's what she seemed to notice. It must've been on the right track regardless, cause it was often she was complimented on such choices. TO be frank, she was too old to be keeping up with these trends - but she still gave it her best shot.
Her late night stroll, lost in thought, was soon to come to an end. Which was unusual. Normally she had very peaceful nights on her own, nothing out of the ordinary. But something wasn't right. She could smell the blood, mind you it did seem feint. Concerning nevertheless. Redirecting her walk she trailed it down an alley and her heart started to sink. The smell was stronger and she could hear soft muttering. The remorse in the persons tone gave her the painful memory of her own nights of torment.
"I was about to ask the same. Are you doing alright?"
Tensing further as his gaze locked onto the woman, he swallowed nervously before putting a slightly bigger gap between em. She wasn’t familiar, nope.
“No but…it doesn’t matter. Just the same thing over and over. Pain and discomfort..you know.” Victor answered, rubbing his thumbs over the delicate metal of the pocket watch’s cover.
Hunger always gnawing at his insides, demanding satisfaction. Pelted by the rain as he stood there, looking more drenched as he stood there. His stomach growled again. Making him grit his teeth slightly and he took in a deep breathe to try and ignore it.
“Why are you…why are you here?” Victor asked. “I haven’t done anything. I’m trying to not do anything, so what do you want?”
Fear growing in his voice as he took a two back. Was she a cop or…something not human? He couldn’t tell right now. He was too on edge, to scared and hungry. He was honestly like a scared animal. Defensive and ready to bolt. He tried to him the nursery rhyme to feel a little better but it wasn’t really working.
Back when she was much younger she had practically raised her younger siblings, so working with emotions wasn't new to her. Granted, she hadn't done so in a hot minute. It was clear as the sun in the sky, just how anxious and on edge the other was. Now much closer to him, it was also clear the smell she had followed came from him. 'pain and discomfort' this brought back the old burn to Audrey, she remembered it like it was yesterday. Everything adding up was leading her to one conclusion, but she had no idea if she was qualified to help here,
"I am not here to punish you or throw you to the wolves," she started softly. shaking her head. "You have a very distinct smell on you, and if I may - I fear you might attract the wrong attention if you don't clean up soon." she hinted. She did well to conceal her identity, then again decades to perfect that will surly help.
Thirsty…hungry, they both kind of blurred together. They were both painful sensations, always mounting and growing. Becoming worse and worse. The question caught him off guard and he found himself just standing there. The pocket watch was gently shifted from hand to hand as he stood there.
“Doesn’t matter…can’t fix it. I don’t have the means, no means to fix anything. If it’s mine or someone else’s….it’s just stuck there now.” Victor rambled. “I’m always…hungry…thirsty, they’re the same ones thing at this point. It just gets so painful and it..”
He paused, wondering why she had asked that question. What smell was she picking up on despite the rain. He was drenched at this point, who could smell anything past wet clothes? Wait…blood right? Who else…Victor’s eyes widened. Fear pulling at him and he stumbled further away.
“No no…not one of you no no!!” Victor almost shouted. “Not again…please no no…”
He didn’t give her much of a chance before he bolted in a panic. She had plenty of time to chase after him.
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She could see the conflict tugging him in all directions and she felt her heart tug for him. It was not easy, clearly this man had been in the wrong place wrong time and was now left on his own to figure it all out. She had once had to find her way; it's not easy when you're all alone and constantly in pain. The desire to feed controlling your every thought. IT took a lot for her to finally find her way to learn and understand what she had become. Maybe she could make it easier on him by lending a hand. Make it a process he didn't have to face alone.
"There's always something-" she started before the man in question started to trail off, his train of though getting derailed by something. And then before she could process it - he was off. A small groan escaped her, in all honesty she could just let him go and be alone, it seemed he was more comfortable with it. However the goodness in her heart won out and she gave a small sigh before taking off after him.
"Sir, please." she called. Keeping her voice slightly above normal - she was almost certain he would still be able to hear her, and this way she wasn't drawing any unnecessary attention their way. That was the last thing they needed to add to this whole mess.
Skidding as he took a corner sharpy, he felt the damaged sols of his shoes let him slid but thankfully he stayed standing. If he had fallen that would've just let her catch up faster. So..he ran. He ran as fast as he could in this rain and soon enough, ignored the risk of trying to go as fast as he could. This time he did slip. Causing him to hit the ground hard and the pocket watch to drop from his hand. It bounced against the ground with a metallic tink before rolling away from him. His panic grew as he pushed himself up quickly.
"No no no..please..." Victor muttered as he winced, feeling his chest ache as it hurt to take in a deep breathe.
Capturing the escaping watch, he clutched it close to his chest as he collapsed to his knees. Breathing heavily as he tried to calm down. It was getting hard to think clearly now.
"The mouse ran up the clock...the clock struck one. The mouse ran down..' Victor muttered, spotting a small gap between the two buildings. "Hickory dickery dock.....tick tock, tick tock.."
Moving closer to it at a sort of crawl, he tried to tell if he'd fit in there. He was pretty thin and he was sure he could hear the sounds of the woman following. Deciding getting stuck was better than being dragged to some abandon building and tortured. He started to shove himself in there. Feeling pain fill his chest the whole time. He managed to just barely slip in there. It was hard to breathe as he shuddered.
"The mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck two.." He muttered, tears of fear leaving his eyes. "The mouse ran down. Hicker dickery dock...tick.."
There was mild frustration starting to grow in the older of the two. However it wasn't so much directed at him so to say. He was in fight or flight and given how much of a mess he seemed, this was the better of the two options for him. But it was also frustrating that she couldn't get through to him. She was starting to feel concern for the other, hunters wouldn't think twice if they stumbled across someone like him - and that hurt her heart to know. They were called the monsters, but hunters were something else.
His slip did help he catch up a bit but not enough. Finally he started to crawl between the two buildings. She knew there was a dead end, and she was fairly certain he knew this as well. Stopping near the entrance she frowned a bit. She could get in there and try to fuss after him, but she didn't think it would help him much given his state. With a small sigh she heard him start with what she was now realizing was a rhyme. Crouching down to the opening she just peered in and offered the scared man a soft smile. The round glasses on her face offering to add to her youthful look.
"Sir, I promise I am not here to make anything worse. I know how you feel." she said softly, as if speaking with a troubled child, or frightened animal. Praying that it would help soothe his nerves a little. "When I was turned I was betrayed and left on me own. I know how scary and confusing it can be.."
