Chance smiled as Lyric joined him at their table and eyed the fries. This was always the downside to getting something to eat after the movie. Sometimes he could get away with not eating anything but if he did that every time, Lyric might become suspicious or at least put out. So this time was one of the ones where he grabbed a fry and nibbled on it, trying to recall what it tasted like when he was human. It was better to do that than ponder over whether the food item tasted odd because his buds were more attuned to blood now or if it was because his senses were too sharp and he was tasting every ingredient that made up the food.
“That sounds like it would be fun,” Chance commented, enjoying how it seemed to make Lyric happy to recall such memories. “We never did anything like that because of my health but one year my parents got us a tent and Dare and I spent a few days camping on the edge of the lawn where it met the forested area.” They were even allowed to have a campfire and cooked hot dogs and made s’mores! He told a couple of stories associated with that before asking Lyric for some of her own as he was genuinely curious. A part of his interest came from a desire to learn more about what a normal life was like—one that didn’t involve living with vampires or having health issues that ruined everything.
Near the end of one of her stories, Chance started to feel cramps, the tell-tale sign that he was reaching the point of hunger along with the delightful combined effect of sensation overload. He really had to stop suggesting eating after the movie until it was warm enough to eat outdoors once again. The smells of the theatre were always present but just like eating it, popcorn didn’t seem to bother him that much. But sitting in a burger joint was different. Meat and chicken constantly on the grill stirred his primal side, the side that grew increasingly hungry as the night wore on. And while his Gram always made him eat a variety of vegetables, onions had never been a favourite and their strong scent didn’t mingle well with the meat sizzling on the grill.
It also meant he was at the point where Lyric started to look and smell delicious and that always frightened him. Chance had no desire to feed from her and definitely never wanted to hurt her. Lyric had been kind to him from the moment they met yet it became a struggle to remember that when the hunger grew. Where was Nocturne when you really needed him? Chance didn’t want to suddenly rush out on Lyric nor did he want to leave her alone given the hour but how much longer did he have before he lost control? ”Marco? Ricky? I might need your help soon.”
“That sounds like it would be fun,” Chance commented, enjoying how it seemed to make Lyric happy to recall such memories. “We never did anything like that because of my health but one year my parents got us a tent and Dare and I spent a few days camping on the edge of the lawn where it met the forested area.” They were even allowed to have a campfire and cooked hot dogs and made s’mores! He told a couple of stories associated with that before asking Lyric for some of her own as he was genuinely curious. A part of his interest came from a desire to learn more about what a normal life was like—one that didn’t involve living with vampires or having health issues that ruined everything.
Near the end of one of her stories, Chance started to feel cramps, the tell-tale sign that he was reaching the point of hunger along with the delightful combined effect of sensation overload. He really had to stop suggesting eating after the movie until it was warm enough to eat outdoors once again. The smells of the theatre were always present but just like eating it, popcorn didn’t seem to bother him that much. But sitting in a burger joint was different. Meat and chicken constantly on the grill stirred his primal side, the side that grew increasingly hungry as the night wore on. And while his Gram always made him eat a variety of vegetables, onions had never been a favourite and their strong scent didn’t mingle well with the meat sizzling on the grill.
It also meant he was at the point where Lyric started to look and smell delicious and that always frightened him. Chance had no desire to feed from her and definitely never wanted to hurt her. Lyric had been kind to him from the moment they met yet it became a struggle to remember that when the hunger grew. Where was Nocturne when you really needed him? Chance didn’t want to suddenly rush out on Lyric nor did he want to leave her alone given the hour but how much longer did he have before he lost control? ”Marco? Ricky? I might need your help soon.”
