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

[devon splyce parker]

Devon relaxed against him at the touch, soothing words. He played gently with Zander's shirt, okay with what he said, but still stubborn on not liking himself. He glanced up as the vampire guy came out, looking at Zander in question, a silent asking of permission. He moved to get up then hesitated, kissing Zander softly, hugging him tight before getting to his feet.

[zander trey brooks]

"Go ahead. It's not every day Deacon's nice to someone besides Connor." Zander teased. He met the kiss gently, wrapping his arms tightly around Devon. He let him go, and pulled himself to his feet. He took Devon's hand as they walked back towards the house.

"Guess it's me and you." Marc said with a sly smile, and Zander rolled his eyes. Deacon was waiting by the door, his black skinny jeans traded for a pair of white ones. His bare chest was covered by a dark grey t-shirt, a black button down undone over it.

"No, you two have to go and my shirt and tie." Deacon said, and Marc groaned.

"Yes, oh mighty Deacon." Marc said sarcastically, grabbing his car keys.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon held onto his hand as they headed inside, watching Deacon curiously, wary only because he had been told not to touch him during their previous meetings. He stretched some, dusting off his jeans, dressed pretty raggedly since his escape had gone rough.

[zander trey brooks]

Zander followed the other two out of the house, holding tightly to Devon's hand. Marc went to his car, and Deacon went to his. Zander lead Devon over to Deacon's, opening the door for him. He gently tipped Devon's chin to him, kissing him slowly before he let him go.

"Don't touch Deacon, okay?" He said, holding open the door for him so he could get in. "I'll meet you back here after we get Deacon's stuff."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon tilted his head obediently, kissing back slowly, heartrate picking up some. "Okay.." He let go of his hand reluctantly and climbed into the car, glancing at Deacon before shifting his weight and looking down at a smudge of dried blood on his own jeans.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon fished for his iPod, plugging it in and flipping through the songs before he picked one. He looked over, watching Zander walking over to Marc's car. The other male climbed in beside Marc, and the two of them were backing out of the driveway.

"I'd put on your seatbelt. I got my license out of a cracker jack box." Deacon said, putting his car in reverse. He turned it completely around, and started down the driveway, drumming his fingers on the wheel before he started out on the main road, leaning back in his seat. "If anyone asks, I didn't bring you here." Deacon said, glancing over at him before he looked back at the road.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon drew it on carefully, gazing out the window, occasionally glancing towards Deacon. His eyebrows furrowed when Deacon said he wasn't the one who brought them. "Okay.." He mumbled, scratching at his wrist. He shifted up to fix his septum ring, yawned and stretched a bit in the seat, watching cars warily, waiting for somebody to try and stop them.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon drove for a little ways before he stopped at an old funeral home. He killed the engine and got out, climbing out of the car. He waited for Connor to get out before he started back towards the crematorium. He fumbled with the lock, working it open with the key he had gotten from beside the door. He slipped the key in his pocket, and started back towards the morgue. "I don't know if you like to hunt, or if this will work but it beats the hell out of having the cops on you."

He pulled open a door, and walked past the freezer to the back, where they had the unmarked bodies ready to be burned. "They have no idea who these people are. And as far as the state is concerned, they're the same being eaten by you as they would be cremated and buried in some empty lot. They haven't been in the freezer, and they haven't been embalmed, so they're pretty much just.. dead people."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon climbed out of the car and followed him quietly. The problem was, he did like to hunt, the adrenalin. But this was human, and he was starving, and if it meant he could eat, it was far better than what Marc had brought, besides the blood at least.

He approached the untouched figures, running a hand slowly over their arms until he found the one that seemed freshest. He touched it tenderly in longing, felt uneasy, worried this was like the hospital when they tried tempting him with a heart and a burger. He looked up at Deacon in question.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Have at it." Deacon said, picking up a scalpel. He walked over to one of the other bodies, skipped it, and walked to the next. He kept walking until he found the most recently dead, and started to carefully cut on it. "Just don't tell your boyfriend we're cutting up people to take home. I'm pretty sure he won't trust anything we cook him ever again." He teased, walking over to where they kept the bags and tags. He grabbed a few bags, and strings to tie them off with before he walked back to the body.