Now we're bound to linger on (May Catch-All)

[kleptofaeniac]

1. Guilty Pleasures
"Welcome to Guilty Pleasures!"

Kenzi wasn't going to slap some cheesy tagline on the greeting like she should, she wasn't in the mood to be anything more than fake-chipper like a fast-food register worker: disdainful but faking it anyway. She wasn't hungry, thank God. She'd learned that showing up to the club with a hankering for some Type O would lead to bad things.

Like almost eating someone in the club bathroom.

Yeah, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. Not that she'd admit that out loud.

"Drink, Private room?"

She'd just do her job - ugh- and get through the night. Without a drink. Fuck.


2. Bloodfest
Maybe it was the fact that she'd been eating as little as possible because she wanted to pretend she was still human. Maybe it was the scent of blood so thick in the air she could practically taste it. Maybe she just wasn't equipped with the self-control to be a vampire.

Maybe she wanted to just give into the animal instinct to hunt and kill that she still wasn't used to.

Whatever it was, the first night of the Bloodfest Millicent sanctioned was going to get a little more bloody.

As she walked out of the latest bar with Nancy by her side, Kenzi's smile faded in increments as she began to feel....rather strange. Like something was pushing at her head from behind.

"Oh, fudgecicles. I think I'm gonna be sick again," is all she gets out before she makes a beeline for the alley just on the other side of the bar. She isn't sure if she's going to hurl or not but...well. This was too weird for this not to be sickness and it was getting worse quickly.


3. Wildcard
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[kleptofaeniac]

She snarls at her best and only friend like an animal and Kenzi knew something was wrong with her but this is a new low for her and she just wants to stop.

But it's too good. Her blood might not fill her gut but the taste alone practically has her laughing with relief.

"You don't listen, why don't you ever listen?!"

Her wrist falls away from her mouth - which is covered in her own blood now - and the skin slowly stitches itself up as she stalks, with purpose, towards Nancy.

[stauncherhearted]

There's a small noise that escapes from Nancy- wounded, small- and she realizes that with that sound she's started to cry.

But Kenzi is hurt and she takes a step towards her, because she wants to help her more than anything in the world. That's what she needed- and if Nancy could deliver it, she would.

"It'll be alright- I'm going to help you. We just have to get you to JC, his club isn't far." She tries the same tactic again. Truthfully, she knew nothing of what Kenzi was experiencing. How ravenous, how mad for blood she was, and the idea hadn't even crossed her drunk mind. She'd never known a newborn before, only heard of them and their tempers. But Kenzi was different. Kenzi could resist. She knew she could. She believed in her.

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi didn't slow in her advance and was on Nancy in a moment. If her friend didn't try to stop her with magic, Kenzi would press her up against the wall and have the snack she'd been craving.

"I don't want you to help me!"

[stauncherhearted]

Her back hit the wall, and she knew she was done for. she couldn't use magic- not her best friend that couldn't use magic. and to be honest, it was the last thing on her mind.

"Kenzi- please-!" she begged before she felt Kenzi's teeth puncture her vein. Unprepared she let out a small scream.

[outstandingbalance]

It's not exactly luck that Natasha is on the scene. For all that she'd intended to stay in and out of the way, when the bloodshed started, Natasha hadn't been able to look the other way. What's happening here? That's just what she's had her eyes and her ears open for--the only real surprise when she responds to a scream and the smell of blood is that she knows both the victim and her attacker.

That recognition doesn't hold her back though. The scent of blood jangled her senses, but Kenzi makes a good surrogate for the aggression that it stirs up, and Natasha pulls her off Nancy and whirls her up against the wall with all her strength. At this point, she's not worried about being gentle.