Sirus whimpered softly, the blood clinging to him and taunting him as he finally stood and moved from the spill to curl up in the corner nearest to him. Wanting to lick the blood from his arms and body but remembering that horrifying flash the last time he had drank the blood. Why was it pure human blood that brought such a rush of emotion and images…and the bottled stuff didn’t.
He frowned and sniffed at the blood, turning his eyes towards Kaine…why was the other so mad at him…he hadn’t done anything... or so he thought. The memory of moments before hitting him hard in the chest with what felt like the weight of a sledge hammer.“You’re worthless to me if you can’t fix him!” Kaine bared his fangs and hit Sirus, making him crash into the bucket of human blood on the floor.
He shivered and looked up hearing a voice whisper…it was Philippe. Blinking he watched as the other came around from whatever he was suffering through. That way that Kaine looked at the other and rushed to his side so eagerly and loyally, made Sirus’s heart clench in his chest. Why wouldn’t the other care for him like he cared for Philippe? The thought struck him as odd, why would he want this complete and total stranger to care for him…but Kaine felt familiar, strong, like a big brother or father almost.
His crimson eyes gazed out from under the sheen of blood that coated him, hearing how Philippe said that there was a human in here….’Did you feed off that doctor…?’he heard Philippe ask and stiffened. Feed….off…him?' But…but he wasn’t a human! He was a vampire…he… it wasn’t possible! His mind rebelled at what the other said but he could see Kaine hesitate... and the truth was there to be seen in his once cold and angry eyes…he had been human.
At the moment he heard Kaine admit it, he flinched…the truth felt like a searing iron upon him. As the others began to get into a heated discussion, the doctor hurried off finding an old bathroom in the warehouse and praying that the water faucet still worked. When he turned the rusted handle relief swept through him and made him sigh. Stripping out of his blood drenched clothes; he began to wash himself off with the cool water.
Avoiding the mirror right before him…not wanting to see or know. Kaine…why? He thought silently as he finally managed to get all of the blood off him. As he turned to go rummage around the ware house for new clothes… he looked in the mirror... a red eyed…thingstaring back at him. He didn’t hate being what he was necessarily but it was such a deep shock and the fact that the other hadn’t told him that he was his sire hurt more. He felt attached to Kaine now…because of the bond he had created by turning the young doctor.
Growling he smashed the mirror and watched it shatter, the fragments making thousands of copies of the image he didn’t want to look back upon. Instead he moved through the warehouses office rooms finding nothing he could use for clothes. At the moment he only wore a pair of boxers, dreading the others seeing him so bare and pale.
But then to his ears delight he heard a soft shaky voice... A man’s… and his nose caught the scent of human blood and something else... burning plastic and drugs. He gagged a bit but followed it anyways, up a set of stairs…over a cat walk and through a small door with its bottom hinges broken off. The man’s hair was matted and dirty but looked to have once been a beautiful strawberry blonde, his skin was becoming wrinkled though he could tell he wasn’t a day over 23.
He shivered violently murmuring to himself, giggling and whimpering all within the span of a few seconds, the small hiss of a butane lighter sent volts of fear through his heart though the vampire saw he was only lighting it to heat a syringe.
“It’s gonna be better, better, mhm hm, I know it will be oh yes it will!” he giggled and pressed the needle into his skin. Sirus felt transfixed but soon was able to snap from his state of suspended reality as his fangs pricked painfully into his lower lip. The scent of human blood burning his veins and making saliva pool in his mouth, faster than sound, he struck. His fangs sinking deep into the man’s throat... popping the vein in his neck to create a delicious flow of blood.
The ruby gems passing over his tongue and down his throat, his chest humming with a pur. He had never fed straight from the vein but it felt as addicting as the junkie thought his drugs. The man couldn’t scream but was caught his fingers held in the air and curled as if trying to grasp at something desperately, the syringe still in his arm, but unused. As the man grew weaker he struggled, but Sirus just tightened his bite and growled threateningly.
Finally the man’s throbbing heart gave up and his last dying breath fell from his lips. Instinct told him to let go…before he hurt himself trying to drink from an already dry source. His teeth pulled out and his let the mans body fall the to the floor limp and dead. The sudden rush of remembering ran into him, driving him to his knees and making him cry out loudly enough so that it echoed across the warehouse like a wounded animal.
Sweat dripped from his forehead as a headache gripped him, shoving the junkies body around he stole the man’s somewhat torn jeans and black tee-shirt. When he was dressed he tried to stagger back to Kaine and Philippe. He didn’t know that feeding from the source made him more and more feral but at the moment he didn’t care, he was content, his skin flushed with color from the blood. Suddenly Kaine and Philippe appeared before him as he reached the warehouses main floor.
“What the…” Kaine stopped with a grim expression on his face. Sirus just glared at him, with a sad… almost abandoned look before collapsing into the man’s arms… “Philippe get his doctors kit,” the other vampire looked grudgingly towards him but moved away. “Vir..viru…infe…need…sta..ah…” He mumbled into the others chest tiredly. Kaine looked down upon him and his brows furrowed, “Virus?” He asked the doctor nodded. “Multiple…victims…one known survivor..more..poss..possible. Fear…for..” he started to say something or someone’s name but then passed out the rush of remembering and the need to escape it were too great.