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tampered2009-08-12 09:23 pm
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log [incomplete] | you're feeling quite peckish, aren't you?
When; At Night.
Rating; PG-13 (R? Sam likes to curse.)
Characters; Eric Northman (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
itextedyou) & Sam Oliver (idkmybffsatan)
Summary; Eric is hungry.
Log;
Sometime in between his arrival to the city and now, Sam Oliver had become insane.
At least insanity seemed a likely culprit, considering what he was about to do. Blood bartered for a few greenbacks; like softcore prostitution, with fang against wrist instead of mouth around cock. For a guy who's soul was bought and paid for by the devil, he should know better than this. Deals that involved one's physical (or metaphysical) person would probably screw you over in the end. And wasn't selling your blood to a vampire just a few rungs down the ladder from selling your soul to the devil?
Then again, blood was just...blood. Cells, plasma, iron and whatever else was in it. (Sam hadn't paid much attention in biology.) It wasn't like he had not donated blood in the past. But in the end, it wasn't ethics that swayed his decision. It was the idea of subtly defying the devil, to prove to himself that this was still his body, and that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with it, contract or not.
And this was why Sam was currently walking down the stairs to the basement of Fangtasia, bottle of Heineken in hand.
Rating; PG-13 (R? Sam likes to curse.)
Characters; Eric Northman (
itextedyou) & Sam Oliver (idkmybffsatan)Summary; Eric is hungry.
Log;
Sometime in between his arrival to the city and now, Sam Oliver had become insane.
At least insanity seemed a likely culprit, considering what he was about to do. Blood bartered for a few greenbacks; like softcore prostitution, with fang against wrist instead of mouth around cock. For a guy who's soul was bought and paid for by the devil, he should know better than this. Deals that involved one's physical (or metaphysical) person would probably screw you over in the end. And wasn't selling your blood to a vampire just a few rungs down the ladder from selling your soul to the devil?
Then again, blood was just...blood. Cells, plasma, iron and whatever else was in it. (Sam hadn't paid much attention in biology.) It wasn't like he had not donated blood in the past. But in the end, it wasn't ethics that swayed his decision. It was the idea of subtly defying the devil, to prove to himself that this was still his body, and that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with it, contract or not.
And this was why Sam was currently walking down the stairs to the basement of Fangtasia, bottle of Heineken in hand.