Happy 4/20

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//I know. That’s why I was… clowning around.

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Happy birthday to icon TIM CURRY 🎈 #horror #filmsky

//can’t wait to make it to 100 😁

Because Jerry’s hungry.

Bite him.

Happy 55th Birthday to David Tennant! 🥳

+ weaknesses? The ability to live under sunlight without bursting into flames? Ehh… too high. Best to keep his expectations low.

“Oh, I will. I hunt every night, & every night I’ll offer a sacrifice. I’ll even share. So, what will be the power for my… first try?”

Jerry’s eyes perked up at the mention of new power. While, even he admits that he’s powerful enough for a 400-year-old vampire, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to gain it for his advantage— despite it being temporary. Given his effort, there are a number of possibilities: Greater strength? Less +

+ by making new vampires. Unfortunately, not many of them last long.”

The vampire then wipes some of the blood of his chin just to lick it off his hand. Old habit.

“So, now what?”

Perhaps Jerry had strayed away from the traditional lifestyle a little too long. Had to turn modern to blend in, & he’s very good at it, too. But he hasn’t forgotten. Not really.

“Yeah, well, I don’t normally hang this up down here. It was in my office. Although I try to keep our tradition alive +

+ tricky for him to prevent that without going all feral. Despite the 'child' remark still irking him, he nodded in respect.

“Right. I understand. I wasn’t sure if you’re familiar with the vampire tribe from the Mediterranean a few centuries ago. This is all I have & I’m one of the last ones left.”

+ he feels sorry for her, & a part of him wants to make it up to her. If… only her commands weren’t so vague.

But yes, the sacrifice itself… needed work. Not too bad for his first, but still flawed. The waste of blood, most of all. Even at over 400 years old, Jerry has always been messy. It’ll be +

Being a lone vampire, Jerry is genuinely unaware of sacrifices being common for vampires anymore unless they’re part of a coven. Maybe that’s what Enyo is searching for. Then again, it’s rare of him to encounter an ancient vampire &… put them up to speed on how things are done nowadays. In a way, +

+ & release a soft, ardent grunt. Now he knows how it felt from the other side since he always licks the other’s neck after having a bite.

“Well, there’s always another one. I have more upstairs, & I can bring them down here for you. Will that work for you?”

+ some greetings.

Apparently, the vampire wasn’t supposed to kill this woman when he sacrificed her. Could’ve taken some & then leave her for Enyo to have the rest. The smell of fear must’ve distracted him. Although, Jerry really enjoyed the goddess licking the blood off his neck, making him grin +

Hm. No Latin. Got it. Good to acknowledge that his ancient tongue is different from hers. At least they both have the same stepping-out-of-the-shadows trick. Almost fooled him for a second there.

“Συγνώμη,” he responded with a semi-impenitent smile. Best Greek he’s got; not much else aside from +

+ her neck hard, purposely letting blood spill onto the dirt while he drinks. He didn’t stop until there’s nothing left, only the blood all over his lips & chin. That’s good enough for the goddess of bloodlust, right? A good start, yes?

+ is 𝙚𝙭𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚. In case it wasn’t clear enough for Enyo, wherever she is, Jerry figured he’d verbally declare his sacrifice in front of the altar. Best to do it in Latin, too. Just in case.

“Sacrificium hoc offero pro Enyo, dea sanguinis aviditatis, creatrice mea.”

The vampire then bites down on +

+ before. There, seems like a good altar for an ancient vampire goddess. Now for the sacrifice.

Keeping his word, Jerry enters the secret hallway to release the woman he offered earlier & then drags her all the way down the basement, to the cave room with the altar. Oh, the smell of fear from her +

+ basement he "renovated." The walls have been chiseled away in places, the giant holes filled with dirt. The closest he has to a catacombs cemetery, which should be pleasing enough for Enyo… hopefully. He hung up the tapestry in a cave room, along with setting up the candles similar to how he did+

+
Funny thing is that Jerry already has an altar— upstairs in a spare room. Part of an ancient vampire tribe from the Mediterranean that desires to create more of their kind & take over entire regions. So… does that count? Might as well give it a shot.

He moves the altar all the way to the +

Jerry frowned. What an unusual goddess. & frustrating, too. In his defense, he just moved into his new home not too long ago. Perhaps if it was a dungeon under an old castle instead of an average 2-story house, Enyo might be more impressed. Must’ve missed that opportunity over 200 years ago.
+

+ idea.

“I may not get this done in one night. Kinda more like a two-person job. Would be alright if I ask you for help, if I need it?”

+ in the house, Jerry leaves to retrieve the supplies from his garage. Whatever he needed for his own renovation at his house— none that anyone in the neighborhood would be familiar with. Whatever he built, it was certainly not a swimming pool. He began setting up once he returned. Then he got an +

+ Jerry, his body is able to consume most manmade beverages; helps him blend in much better. Beer is one of his most preferred drinks, but water can also suffice. Still doesn’t grant him entry, though. For fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he smiled. “I’ll get the stuff.”
+
As Margo departs back +

Ooh. Single. & possible estrangement from her family. Perfect. Jerry pulled off a "genuinely" concerned expression when Margo brought up her troubles.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that. I hope I’m not intruding your space. I didn’t know.”

Of course, the word "drink" is used very loosely. Luckily, for +

Jerry may not be familiar with this "Dr. Loomis", but he doesn’t scare easily. Although, given the fact that he’s aware Michael is the epitome of evil, the vampire can use a challenge for his next meal.

“Hey, guy. Why don’t I take care of him for you? That way, you’re not running & hiding anymore.”