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    Dream?

    John Quinn
    John Quinn


    Gender : Male Location : Bon Temps, Louisiana
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    Dream? Empty Dream?

    Post by John Quinn Tue Feb 12, 2013 2:51 pm

    Quinn felt his body start to wake, but it felt so sluggish…

    With a groan, he sat up on the floor, and felt long…hair…fall…across…his…face...wait?!?

    Quinn stood still for a moment, shaking his head, trying to wake from this very strange dream. As he sat on the floor he could feel that something was not right; he closed his eyes and tried to focus…

    “Vincent? “

    He looked around and did not recognize where he was…

    It was not until he stood talk around the he realized how strange this dream really was… There were certain things that seem to be missing and two very prominent things that were moving of their own accord as he rose. His balance was off and he could not focus for some reason.

    He felt a hunger, but something is different. The idea of food had no appeal, but the hunger for something of sustenance was definitely climbing…

    He decided to find a shower and clean up, hopefully that would help him shake this very weird dream… He went to move his clothing and noticed polished nails… curiouser and curiouser…

    Once he found the bathroom he started the water and began to strip off the clothing he was wearing. As he did so, his earlier impressions were verified, causing even more confusion as he lifted his head to look into Jessica’s eyes in the mirror…

    “What the hell did I eat? This is one twisted dream…”

    After taking his time in the shower, admitting the enjoying this part of the mystery a bit more than he should… After all is only a dream so why not indulge himself…

    Hunger continued to build and very dark thoughts in flashed through his mind, thoughts he should be ashamed of but surprisingly was not… Something in this house smelled delicious… He began wandering through the halls, trying to find the source of that scent. He stumbled that until he got used to how this dream body moved…

    Finally he found his way to a small dormitory area where a few young man were lounging… That delicious scent was coming from them… He allowed himself a slightly sadistic grin when he realized where this dream was going. He ran his tongue across the tip of his fangs as they dropped from the scent. This, Quinn thought, is a very interesting dream… He leaned close to each of them, drinking in the center of each before motioning for one to follow him from the room. Once again he had to brush the hair from his face and glanced down to realize he had never bothered to get dressed which explained the grins when he had walked into the donor Hall. He shrugged and attributed it to the dream.

    He walked into the common room, and turned smiling toward the donor. He motioned the donor to come closer, the young man’s hands fumbling at the body that is now Quinn’s… Quinn slapped them man’s hands away and took him firmly by the shoulder and side of his head, focusing on the artery he had often seen Jessica drink from.

    As his fangs pierced young man’s skin, he felt the sweet Ruby blood four and is now as the pleasure of the feeding washed over him, feeling his mind with the roaring and pulls of the donor’s heartbeat. He drank and the more he drank the more he wanted… If this was what she felt when she fact, then she enjoyed it as much as he did when they shared their time together… The sense of the young man changed abruptly as Quinn realized he could no longer feel the pulse in his mouth and the roaring was barely a whisper…

    Pulling back his fangs he looked, slightly embarrassed, at the body which now laid in Jessica’s arms. Unsure of what to do with the body, he laid young man out on the couch until he could think more clearly what to do.

    By God’s, he was still hungry, almost ravenous… But concerned as well…

    He knew his body be more than happy to feed from all the donors here, but he also knew that is that control that he had admonished her for not having, that control was not in him at this time…

    As he looked down at the young man’s body, he wished for nothing more than for this nightmarish sequence to be complete so he could we… He lifted the body effortlessly and moved young man to one of the back rooms until he could figure out what to do with them. At that point, rather than draining every warm body in the house, he locked himself in one of the bedrooms, wrapping himself in the rope to avoid being distracted by the image in the mirror, though it did little to take his mind off his confusion… He had to figure this out, and had awake from this surreal fantasy… Until then he had to try to be in control. It was not his body but it was his mind…

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