4th Bite // [Spam]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Ice cold fury lurked in the laundromat. Trapped in a small ring of dust barely a few paces across. It didn't leave him much room to maneuver. The last time he'd dealt with Stiles, he'd put up the act of being out of control. But not this time. He was the perfect picture of control. Sure, he'd been surprised by the barrier. But he wasn't what Stiles had seen down in Zero.

He spent his time calmly testing the limits of the barrier. Pushing against it, creating those brilliant streaks of blue as the barrier reacted. Crouching down, trying to break the line of dust by any means. But it wouldn't budge.

Anyone who came down to see the truly trapped vampire would find him black-eyed and fanged. Paler than usual. Either standing at the center of the circle, waiting for them. Or idly dragging his claws against the barrier. ]

((ooc: Totally open, but final rights of defeat/removal go to Zane, at the player's request.))

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[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He moved, slow and confident, keeping at the edge of the circle closest to Mason. He made no attempt to hide the absolute hunger on his face as Mason moved into the room. But it wasn't to feed on the reaper, it was for paypack. For making him sick. ]

Technically. They hurt me.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason didn't really have much of a clue why he wasn't being jumped, but figured it was due to his outstanding logical points and, possibly, his undeadness keeping the vampire at bay. All the mountain ash spread all over the room hadn't yet had a chance to register with him]

Good. I hope they fuckin' well did.

Make you feel big, did it? Picking on teenage girls who never did a fuckin' thing to you?

You're disgusting, mate.

[He opens the washing machine door and begins stuffing all his clothes in at once]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Jerry assumed that the guy must know he was trapped. Why else would a coward like this even step into the room? ]

They were just a few of the first. As were you.

[ Unlike his first day, he'd heard no uproar from his most recent victims. Stephen and Stiles alike. No cavalry charging in. No cries for vengeance. It had not gone unnoticed. ]

[maced_eggs]

[With a slam, Mason closed the machine door, turning back on Jerry with a curl of his lip]

You jus' keep your smiling an' your condescension, you twisty little bugger. Soon I'm going to get my powers back. An' then we'll fuckin' well see who bites who, yes?

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He just smiled. ]

Oh, right. You're going to..."rip out my soul."

[ He glanced around, gaze lingering longest on the door, before coming back to Mason. ]

Don't they take them away again if you abuse them?

[maced_eggs]

'Course they do.

But there's no one around to put it back in once I take it out. An' nothing they can do will make me do it.

You'd get used to being a ghost. Unable to talk to anyone but me, can't hurt anyone, have to go around floating through walls an' shit. Bet that'd make redemption easier.

Or drive you fuckin' mad.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He laughed. Oh, the confidence of idiots. ]

If you're the only one I could talk to? I'm not the one who'd be driven mad, guy.

[ He'd give it a week. Tops. Words could work wonders when applied in just the right way. ]

[maced_eggs]

Three words, my creepy little friend;

Black-out drunk.


...That, an' it'd be worth it. Not having you hurt other people any longer.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Is that what you think would happen.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason approaches the ash circle, glaring his angry stoner glare at Jerry]

That's what I fuckin' know.

You touch a girl on this bloody ship again, an' I'll fuckin' kill you. That's a promise.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Jerry smirked, moving himself as close to Mason as the circle would allow. He wasn't taking the threat seriously. Not even a little. ]

Just the girls? So any of the guys, or older women are totally fair game then, guy?

[maced_eggs]

It's different with blokes. They can defend themselves.

You're a fuckin' predator who picks on people who can't properly defend themselves. For that, I'd kill you.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Can they.

[ He smirked, thumbing at his nose as he glanced toward the door again. Then back to Mason. ]

So what does that say about Stephen? Or...Stiles? They didn't exactly have much of a defense.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason sneers, backing up towards the exit]

Yer a fuckin' liar.

Remember; the girls.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Ask them yourself. Or...

[ He pointed to one of the machines beside him. A smear of blood still visible. ]

Just look there. That...[ He paused to lick his lips, as if savoring what had happened so very recently. ]...belongs to Stiles.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason glances towards the machine, silent and contemplating.

Then, he breaks out into an hysterical little giggle.

He laughs, loudly, with his back still turned to Jerry]

Bloody hell..

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He said nothing. Watching Mason. Simply waiting for him to explain what was so funny. ]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason turns back around, still grinning, in a dazed, angry sort of way]

I'm a reaper, you slimy little wanker. Do you think a little bit of blood is enough to get me riled up?

The fuck are you..

Hang on.

Hang on, why aren't you coming after me?

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ So. Mason didn't know about the dust. Someone threatening to yank out his soul, only now putting it together? Wow. This guy really terrible at this. So he decided to play with that. He shrugged, planting on his hips. ]

Frankly? You're a little dull. I'd rather use my energy on someone a little more....eatable.

[maced_eggs]

Nahh. Nah, it's something else. You haven't moved from that spot since I walked in.

[Mason nears Jerry again, and finally, finally notices the mountain ash]

The fuck's all over the floor?

Oh, you're going to get Anya pissed. She's already yelled at me once for messing up the laundry room.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Jerry had met some dense people in his day. But Mason was really pushing his name to the top of the list. ]

We don't want that, do we. Get us a couple of brooms and we'll clean it up, guy.

[ A rather polite request. But coupled with his tone and dark eyes, made it a bit more menacing. ]

[maced_eggs]

What am I, your bloody servant? Get the broom yourself, Jer-ree.

[Mason scowls, backing out through the door]

Bloody vampire..

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He glanced toward the ceiling. Had Mason figured it out, or was he really that dense, still? ]

I would. If I knew where they were. You'd be doing me a real solid, guy.

[maced_eggs]

Broom closet; bottom floor.

Now fuck off.

[He waves off the vampire, and heads his way out the door]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Oh, finding Mason after this was going to be sweet. But pushing it any further would give away that he couldn't do anything. So he shook his head, letting Mason go. ]

See you around, guy.