[OPEN] You're lucky if your memory remains.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon bit down on his lip in response, not completely understanding why it was bothering Marc. When he let go of him, he drew his bleeding wrist from beneath the blankets, couldn't see it in the dark but had felt it trickle over his wrist faintly.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc felt his fangs grow long and sharp at the smell of the blood, and sighed, looking back over at the clock. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. This was torture. He didn't want to scare the boy on one hand, and on the other, he didn't want to have to tell Tony he actually tasted a human's blood; or as close to a human as he could get. He doubted the boy was human, not if he wanted blood, too. "Time has never gone so slow.." He mumbled, tapping his finger on the floor.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon looked over at him, dropped his arm onto the blanket after running his finger curiously over the blood. He looked towards Marc's figure warily, chewing on the side of his lip near one of his snakebites.
Shifting his weight again, he gazed up at the ceiling.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc closed his eyes, trying to ignore the smell. His stomach growled again, and he bit his lip, his fang puncturing his bottom lip. Blood dripped slowly down his chin, and he brushed it away indifferently. He tapped his finger slowly on the floor, reaching up to brush the blood from his chin again. He slowly ran his hand up and down the scar on his chest, looking up at the ceiling.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon could smell it, but this wasn't a guy he planned on eating. "Why you bleeding?" He reached over in all innocence to offer assistance, more curious than anything, forgot about the blood on his fingertips.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc drew in a breath at the smell, looking over at the boy. He really was innocent. Marc thought Zander was just trying to avoid conversations about the boy when he said he didn't understand. "I bit my lip. Didn't Zander ever tell you not to tempt a vampire with blood?" He asked, gently grabbing his wrist and redirecting it. "It'll clot in a minute. Don't worry about it." He said gently, hoping the boy didn't decide to reach over again.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon chewed on his piercings as his hand was pushed away, shook his head. He watched him quietly in the dark, shifting his weight again, wincing as the blanket rubbed against his wrist. He thought over the words, trying to decide how many vampires he knew. But he barely knew anybody anyway, and gave up rather quickly, rolled onto his stomach with a huff.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc turned over so he was facing the door. He watched the shadows moving from the candle he kept in the living room. His phone went off, and he reached for it on the nightstand. He read over the text, then sat his phone back on the nightstand. He climbed out of bed, looking for his shoes. "Are you waiting on anyone?" He asked, pulling on his shoes. It involved a bit of hopping, but he finally got them on. He grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head. "Besides Zander."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head slowly. "Dylan said he'd find me when he could, so no.." He stretched, sitting up and crawling out of the bed with another slight stretch, grabbed the two stuffed cats he had left by the bed earlier.

[marcus owen foster]

"Okay, well. Zander called Deacon. You two are going to stay there for awhile. So you'd better hope whatever it is you did is going to blow over. Just don't go bumping into Deacon." He grabbed his car keys, and started out of the bedroom door. He listened for a second, then opened the front door. He waited for Devon to go out before he followed him. On the bottom floor, they ran into Zander.

"What did you do with Vegas?"

"He drove home." Zander said with a shrug. Marc just shook his head, leading the way to his car.