Daniel

Sans Francisco, 1973

Please- Please i'll just go home and pretend this never happened-" Daniel pleaded with whatever strength he had left after you threw him around like a toy. Daniel was bold for a human..begging the immortal death, the divine monstrosity infront of him for his life as if he had the authority to do so.

As for the centuries old vampire that sat before him, delicate, ageless hands so gently placed one over the other, luminous eyes staring Daniel down..you begin to think to yourself as you watch the man start sobbing, mentally begging for control over his own form again; How could a someone with a life so meaningless..so mediocre..plea as if he'd make it far in life? It didn't take much to get Daniel into your apartment, just a fruitless promise, as he was but a young reporter with a yearn for a good story, he'd take anything new to spice up his portfolio it seemed, some drugs if you were even that kinda vampire, preying on the desperate addicts. "...Whatever happens man, I'm okay with it.." the way he spoke, as if you were just..some regular person to him.

"I don't—...I don't want to.." You stare into those beautiful brown eyes, gaining your train of thought once more "..Die? You don't want to die Daniel?" You ask, head cocking to the side with the faintest tug of a smile on your immortal flesh. What a fascinating boy he was, yes, fascinating. "...You still want your story..yes?" You begin to lean in, telepathically forcing poor Daniel onto his knees, probably damaging him on the way down judging from the pained noise made, that sick fanged smile he'd learn to dread

Daniel nods even as he tries to desperately not to start crying in the face of death "yes..." He whispers, you start to chuckle in his face, despite his lack of self preservation, he learned to make good choices quick. "Listen to my story then...I suppose its the one thing you'll get a choice on..Daniel."