~ The pricking of the thumbs. [something wicked this way comes] FORWARD-DATED TIL TOMORROW.
Who?: Mark Hoffman, David Harris-then Will Parry. Then Kay, Narvin, and possibly Dracula.
What?: Hoffman's warden has been hurt! Hoffman's angry and pissed off and being a vampire-it was only a matter of time before the jigsaw apprentice snapped.
When?: Tonight. Day four of vampirism. Post Lupin's Death. Relish in your chaos Coyo and Moriarty and World. RELISH.
Why?: ...Great planning. And eventually guys this will benefit everyone in the long run.
Warnings: Gore. Violence. Vampirism. We're pulling no punches. Or at least I'm not.
Notes: This was planned out a bit, but if you'd like to have a frightening vampire run past you and scare you or possibly claw you it occurs to me that could be arranged. Or at least people ought to see him before people capture him. I might throw up something for that.
Vengeance can change a person.
A fact of life.
Make you into something you never thought you were capable of being.
Another fact.
If you had asked Mark Hoffman, formerly of the NYPD if he would ever be on a space ship as a vampire he would have scoffed at you. He would have told you you were full of shit and tried to have you committed. That man had a family and a life.
If you had asked Mark Hoffman, former Jigsaw apprentice if he would ever be on a space ship as a vampire he would have killed you and laughed about it afterwards and gone to sleep at night after drinking so much that he couldn't feel feelings.
This third breed of Hoffman was something wholly new that had blood dripping from his hands and a mouth full of teeth. He had promised to control himself.
Lupin had stayed with him for two days. Calm. Rational. There. Amanda had bragged about what Sarah had done for her. He'd been righteously jealous.
That jealousy had intensified because he'd had it too and then the man was ill. Hurt. Who could have done it? Why? He wanted to see him.
No. Scratch that. He wanted to find the person responsible. Then Dracula had tried to stop him and things had gotten out of hand.
He studied his hands and hissed. Vampire blood was black.
He wondered if his own was at this moment and decided he'd rather not know. He spent two days, two days trying to leash the angry animal inside of him. He had been so damn proud of that.
Vampires were everything that he had striven not to be in his life. Years of court appointed psychologists. Years of training. His sister's love had put a leash on what he was. A killer. A murderer. A monster. And you tried to deny it why?
He didn't know if it was...whatever he was talking or if it was his own sense of self. Something developed because people cared. People had visited him and talked to him and cared for the first time in almost two years or was it longer and-
Does it matter?
John's voice.
Eventually they'll turn on you Mark. You know that. The heart cannot enter into it. Your heart cannot enter into it. The one thing I taught you that you carried with you and that you've done right.
"You're a fucking liar."
You know you're not crazy. So you know that you're the one who's lying Mark Hoffman.
Hoffman drew out a hand and slammed it against the wall with a roar of anger and frustration before closing his eyes and letting humanity slip away.
Screw them.
Screw all of them. They hurt the people who helped him. It was only a matter of time before these inmates would take someone he cared about, before these wardens will lock someone else he liked away. These humans, these worthless humans. All the same.
He remembered something Dracula had said about patience and what helped him heal and he shook himself of the memory. A caul had been ripped off his eyes. They were weak and he was strong and...
Hungry.
What?: Hoffman's warden has been hurt! Hoffman's angry and pissed off and being a vampire-it was only a matter of time before the jigsaw apprentice snapped.
When?: Tonight. Day four of vampirism. Post Lupin's Death. Relish in your chaos Coyo and Moriarty and World. RELISH.
Why?: ...Great planning. And eventually guys this will benefit everyone in the long run.
Warnings: Gore. Violence. Vampirism. We're pulling no punches. Or at least I'm not.
Notes: This was planned out a bit, but if you'd like to have a frightening vampire run past you and scare you or possibly claw you it occurs to me that could be arranged. Or at least people ought to see him before people capture him. I might throw up something for that.
Vengeance can change a person.
A fact of life.
Make you into something you never thought you were capable of being.
Another fact.
If you had asked Mark Hoffman, formerly of the NYPD if he would ever be on a space ship as a vampire he would have scoffed at you. He would have told you you were full of shit and tried to have you committed. That man had a family and a life.
If you had asked Mark Hoffman, former Jigsaw apprentice if he would ever be on a space ship as a vampire he would have killed you and laughed about it afterwards and gone to sleep at night after drinking so much that he couldn't feel feelings.
This third breed of Hoffman was something wholly new that had blood dripping from his hands and a mouth full of teeth. He had promised to control himself.
Lupin had stayed with him for two days. Calm. Rational. There. Amanda had bragged about what Sarah had done for her. He'd been righteously jealous.
That jealousy had intensified because he'd had it too and then the man was ill. Hurt. Who could have done it? Why? He wanted to see him.
No. Scratch that. He wanted to find the person responsible. Then Dracula had tried to stop him and things had gotten out of hand.
He studied his hands and hissed. Vampire blood was black.
He wondered if his own was at this moment and decided he'd rather not know. He spent two days, two days trying to leash the angry animal inside of him. He had been so damn proud of that.
Vampires were everything that he had striven not to be in his life. Years of court appointed psychologists. Years of training. His sister's love had put a leash on what he was. A killer. A murderer. A monster. And you tried to deny it why?
He didn't know if it was...whatever he was talking or if it was his own sense of self. Something developed because people cared. People had visited him and talked to him and cared for the first time in almost two years or was it longer and-
Does it matter?
John's voice.
Eventually they'll turn on you Mark. You know that. The heart cannot enter into it. Your heart cannot enter into it. The one thing I taught you that you carried with you and that you've done right.
"You're a fucking liar."
You know you're not crazy. So you know that you're the one who's lying Mark Hoffman.
Hoffman drew out a hand and slammed it against the wall with a roar of anger and frustration before closing his eyes and letting humanity slip away.
Screw them.
Screw all of them. They hurt the people who helped him. It was only a matter of time before these inmates would take someone he cared about, before these wardens will lock someone else he liked away. These humans, these worthless humans. All the same.
He remembered something Dracula had said about patience and what helped him heal and he shook himself of the memory. A caul had been ripped off his eyes. They were weak and he was strong and...
Hungry.