Disgust twists his stomach at the hungry groan his sister gives as her fangs sink deeper into her victim's throat. He wanted to protest. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to do something but he found he couldn't do anything other than watch stupidly as the color and life drained from Sarah's face.
"Of course, your first would be far less messy than mine." Juliette jokes from behind them once Sarah's pink track suite clade body slides drained and empty to the ground. "Always have to one-up me huh, babe?" the smaller vampire teases as a tearful Apollo kneels to at least close the now-dead woman's panic-filled eyes. It did little to erase the woman's fearful expression in her last moments.
"I….I need more."
The sickening feeling comes back in spades at his sister's groaned words as her glazed eyes cast around as if already hunting for her next victim. "God, why didn't you tell me this was how it felt like?"
"It's not something easily put into words." Juliette argues already moving to roll up her shirt sleeve whilst Apollo attempts to keep his meager supper from making a reappearance all over the lifeless body crumpled in front of him.
It's only through their reflection in the bathroom mirror out of the corner of his eye that Apollo sees Cal shake her head in denial only dipping her head to press a blood-smeared kiss to Juliette's offered wrist. "You need to feed too, Jules."
"I'll be alright." Juliette countered patting her hunter's pockets until she'd found the tin of blood pills. "See." She says swallowing a few as if it were the easiest in the world. Apollo hated the sympathy he felt at the sick look the action had on the smaller vampire's expression.
"No." Cal argues her bloodied fangs bared in worried anger at the remembered taste against her tongue compared to the richer taste of freshly spilled blood. "You need a real feeding." She decides before she speeds out of the room.
"What the hell, Cal." Apollo gasped when on his next breath the thing wearing his sister's face was back this time dragging the startled front desk worker with her.
"She needs it." Cal snaps not bothered at all by the struggling woman in her grip as she advances slowly for every nervous step Juliette takes away from her. The woman's wrist was already sliced open and dripping blood down her fingers as she was pushed towards the hungry vampire.
A blunted razor blade in the woman's other hand Apollo notices. By the healed marks littering the woman's pushed-up sleeve, this wasn't her first time slicing her own wrist open. Only for her, she'd picked the wrong night to self-soothe.
"Cal." But even Apollo can tell the smaller vampire wasn't putting up much of a fight with the fresh flavor of blood on the air.
"Hey, if this is about consent or whatever. Then I consent." The woman says with a flicked look towards Cal's still showing fangs. "If you need it take it. Not like it does me much good." She says holding out her own wrist.
"I'm going to be sick." Apollo gagged when Juliette relents and sunk her fanged teeth into the woman's wrist only to find himself pinned once more against the wall. Cal's offered victim having been pushed the last separated steps into Juliette's arms as Cal had twisted to pounce on her brother whilst her maker fed.
"Don't you get it?" Cal asked in a growl as Apollo clawed feebly against the flexed arm against his throat. "For her I will gladly drain every dammed human in this hotel."
"Not Ben you're not." Juliette snaps lifting her head from its bowed place over the woman's wrist before dipping her head back to the now bared throat as she continues to drink her fill of the woman's blood.
"Alright, not Ben." Cal agrees the flare of her anger seeming to dim under Juliette's amendment. "point is I've tried to live without her twice now and no way in hell am I going through that pain again so you either get with the idea of us together or get the hell out of here and drag Dad with you." His sister snarls bloodied teeth snapping like a rabid dog in the hunter's face as he struggled against the forearm Cal held against his throat. "
The ripping of Sarah's clothes draws both sets of Burns sibling's eyes. Apollo's towards the shallow-breathing woman now slumped against the opened toilet stall and Cal's towards her kneeling maker now ripping makeshift bandages from the clothes of Cal's first official vampire kill.
"I've taken enough." The kneeling legacy says wrapping the pink strips tightly around the already closed wounds of the woman's throat and wrist. "Apollo mind taking her back to the front desk?"
He and the woman make it as far as the bathroom door before the heavy footfalls sound from the hotel stairwell.
Apollo curses at the sounds of his father's fast approach as he half-guided half-drugs the woman with him.
"When I find her, I'll have her get back with you to sure up the details." Jack was saying as his son made fast work of discarding the woman behind the desk before turning towards his oncoming father. "and I'll text the address for additional backup." He promises not bothering at all with the sleeping woman now slumped behind the front desk. "Hey, son. Wouldn't know where Sarah got off to would you?" he asked at the rustled sounds of his boy having a one-sided fight with the lobby vending machine.
"She's not in her room?"
Jack shakes his head with an unhappy sigh. "I told her to stay put with that vampire prowling the place." Jack huffs giving his own hard slapping against the groaning machine's side at his son's apparent hardship with the out-of-date thing. "But it's not like Cal would let us leave her."
"Yeah." Apollo agreed rubbing a hand against his throat in remembrance.
"Come on then. Let's get looking for her." His father instructs slapping a hand to his back. "No telling what's lurking out there."
"Or in here." Apollo adds in a whisper carrying the prop of the soda with him as he followed his father out into the parking lot.