Priest Mausoleum, Graveyard, Sunday

[bitten_notshy]

Vampires shouldn't be around in the daytime. But Jack Priest, dread vampire, had always lived -- or unlived -- to break the rules. (Besides, limiting the character to night scenes and interiors had gotten expensive. The writers had decided that a little indirect sunlight didn't count.)

He lounged in the entry to his luxurious crypt, smoking a forbidden cigarette he'd stolen from a corpse and relishing the fact he did not, technically, need to breathe to do it. He was wrapped in an indigo velvet dressing gown over his black leather pajama pants. Last night had left him with much to relish: frightening Nobody and then draining Ronan's poor, dim sister. And soon, so soon, he'd be out on the hunt again, an evil childe spreading chaos and death wherever he went.

He literally cackled to think of it.

[OOC: Open to anyone who tends to roam through graveyards. Mwah-ha-ha.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack opened his mouth wide and leaned toward her inviting throat, prepared to make her one of The Blood, a true dark childe.

It would be such fun.

[vanillajello]

Katherine just hoped it would be something more, something better than what she had going for her right now. And the writers were getting bored with the alternate personality storyline because they kept getting complaints from people for 'mishandling sensitive subject material for crude entertainment purposes', whatever that meant.

It all led to her offering up her neck, willingly. Maybe things would be different from now on.

[bitten_notshy]

Meanwhile, nobody ever complained about the body count the island racked up, what with the population of vampires, assassins and megalomaniacal geniuses.

Funny, that.

Jack almost felt a trace of regret as he bit into her neck and her life's blood began to flow into his mouth. In a moment, he'd offer his wrist to her, and then she'd be ... reborn.

[vanillajello]

Katherine didn't scream though this was probably supposed to be very painful. Perhaps it was because this was being portrayed as a desirable thing instead of cold blooded murder. So, she just whimpered, very neatly, precisely. Also, somewhere in the background, there were candles now. To set a mood. Because that made sense.

Someone in Continuity was getting fired.

[bitten_notshy]

Whoever it was in continuity seemed to be having fun on their way out. Now Jack had lost his robe and was shirtless, just in case it wasn't clear that the show thought this was sex instead of death.

"Katherine -" he purred, as he tilted his bleeding wrist toward her lips. "Now we shall be together forever."

They'd never be able to look at each other again.

[vanillajello]

That was entirely possible, yes. But she hadn't lost her uniform, so that was something, right? Even if there may have been a few more undone buttons than there had been just a moment ago. And the scarf seemed to have disappeared.

But, Katherine reached greedily for his wrist and pressed it to her mouth, to drink, to be reborn. Better, stronger, more attractive to viewers, all that.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed softly in his throat at her greed. And possibly because this meant the vampire storyline would get more airtime in the coming months.

Gently, like a real lover, he went to lower her corpse onto the top of a crypt that was bedecked with white satin linens and blood-red flowers.

[vanillajello]

Katherine went limp, but in a controlled, graceful manner, not like those actually unconscious people who were like life-sized dummies and were hard to move. No, she was a pretty, pretty corpse.

And soon, she'd awaken to a new glory.

[bitten_notshy]

And while she rested, Jack would yank his dressing gown back on, filch another cigarette from his stash, and go to lean alluringly in the doorway of the crypt again.

Perhaps he'd catch a pretty boy for Katherine.