A Perfect Night to Spend Alone

[iprince]

Moonlight bled like white blood through the prestine, second floor office-room of the From Hell theatre, casting an eerie glow against the pleasantly smiling face that greeted it. The sky outside was inky black velvet, smattered with the silver silk of clouds. What a beautiful, beautiful evening to go out. He could imagine it, as he sat just outside the window, his blank eyes fluttering shut at the thought

The cool air wrapped around him. The voices of the midnight tramps and whores, beckoning him. The sweet scent of their slow, slow deaths as he filled them with his poison. He would get no meal that way, for his Strychnine was just as dangerous in a dead body as it was against a live one. But oh, how it was worth it. Each and every time he watched their spines arch in dismay.

He never stayed to watch the whole show. It was much more satisfyingly, knowing those dreadful whores had died alone.

Jakaem's tail twitched against his hind paw, and he opened his eyes a bare cracked for one last glimpse of the night. He would not be going out there tonight. It was rare for him to have the theatre to himself, but now was one such moment. With the Puppet Masters out chasing down their prey, and that pathetic lapine gone for whatever reason suited his fancy (Jakaem suspected a butch femme had caught is masochistic eye). He hadn't smelled nor heard the breath of any other cast member.

With a cocky smile he turned away from the window, head held high, and trotted pleasantly out the door to the main hall. Perhaps he could find a few real puppets to play with, lying around in Props. It had been such a long time since he allowed himself rehearsal for any preformance. His Cast seemed unlikely to put on any sort of show for their prey. Jakaem did not believe in this. Anything that made anyone coo and fawn over him or his work, was more than desirable in this Poison Feline's eyes.


((For the luffly Dahmer-Euclides X3 -wants their bebes- ))

[Vyn]

Jaekaero slipped back along the path toward his theatre, licking his muzzle as he did. Tonight had indeed been the perfect one for a stroll, the handsome canine he had found while away had also agreed...for a short time. Alas, he had made a better meal than a twilight companion, and so Jaekaero made his way home now, undecided on whether he was more or less satisfied than when he had left.

Tonight Jae's cannibalistic side reigned over the sniveling guilt in the back of his mind, a fact which the dual-typed Feline was quite thankful for. It was always so obnoxious to have his routine smothered by that whimpering in the back of his skull.

Nudging the door to the Theatre open, Jae paused to allow his ever present companion into the building. Adelith, Jae's best friend and pet Di, pranced into the building, his heart pendant sparkling in the moonlight before he vanished into the dark interior. Adelith hummed quietly, as if questioning Jaekaero as he made his way along the dark corridors.

"No, I don't think we're alone. When do we ever get that sort of luck, my friend?" His ears perked forward, caught by the sound of paws moving steadily down the hallway. "Exactly my point." He murmured before lifting his head and offering the handsome male that slid into view a charming smile.

"Good evening Jakaem." He bowed lightly, his eerie happiness tempered lightly by the growing sense of guilt which he was forced to squash back repeatedly. "How are you this fine evening?"

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He didn't notice him at first. Or his mind refused to allow him to believe that his one chance of privacy had been disrupted. It might have been a trick of the light, a play of shadows against the wall. That humming and the quiet, muffled speech no more than crows and nightingales, or the creaking of old floorboards. Jakaem's steps faltered and he paused amid the hallway, stoic with narrowed, silver eyes. He could almost believe...

...but the greeting diminished the very last of that illusion.

Holding back a petulant sigh, Jakaem padded out of the shadows. They slid off him like greased hands clinging desperately to a last safe hold, and how Jakaem wished they wouldn't let him go. Alas, he had little choice but to show some common courtesy to his fellow cast member. He wouldn't have them think he was anything less than a gentleman, despite some of their ungainly manners.

"Very well, thank-you,"Jakaem dipped his head in turn,"What of you, Jaekaero? And your...pet?" His eyes shifted to the queer little form of the Puppeteer's disturbling. Jakaem never could understand their charm, horrid, smelly, little things they were.

Speaking of smells, Jaekaro had the scent of blood upon him, fresh and thick. It was a glorious smell that made Jakaem's mouth water with a lust for flesh and blood. But this was Jaekaero, a cannibal. Jakaem wanted nothing to do with -his- meals. The very thought made his tail twitch in aggravation. He quickly quashed the rising hunger, but he couldn't help the curiosity from pouring out his lips,"You've been hunting? No one I know, I hope?"

Although Jakaem rarely spent time with anyone but the ladies, and he cared nothing for their safety, he had a few connections outside these walls. Intelligent company was hard to come by, after all.

[Vyn]

Jaekaero's pleasure upon seeing the handsome Poison momentarily faltered. It was obvious he wasn't exactly opting for company tonight and, for a short moment, the guilt in him wanted to duck his head and slink away like the miserable creature he was. The cannibal half, no...he had a far better idea of how to occupy his time.

"We're quite well, Jakaem." The Cannibal/Guilt was grinning in his eerie way, moving forward with steps seemingly too light to carry his guilty half along. "It was quite the evening for a stroll," he had stepped up quite close now, settling just a pace or two away from being directly under the ravishing Poison's nose. "but the company wasn't...lasting."

There was no doubt what he was making reference to, but the pleasantly grinning feline was no true threat to Jakaem. He respected his own Cast members enough to refrain from attacking them. They made worthwhile company, much unlike the others outside of his Theatre.

"Of course, my friend." His smile warped momentarily, making it hard to read. However, it'd be quite obvious if he'd been lying...his smile would've fallen utterly, his guilt would've found a reason to win over. "I'd never think of eating a friend to the cast."

Adelith was standing impatiently at Jaekaero's heel, silent but obviously unhappy that someone was stealing away his precious Jaekaero's company. Nevertheless, he twined about his master's paws, content so long as he wasn't sent away as Jaekaero was sometimes forced to do.

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He'd met someone fanciable, and deciding he wasn't quite what he seemed. Oh yes, Jakaem understood perfectly, and it took a decidedly large amount of self control to keep his lips from curling in distaste at the thought. He had his fun with victims, especially the females, never an easy death. He'd even treated a few Euclides to the white powder around his neck...but never once would he think of eating one of his kind. Cannibalism sickened him.

"I'm glad to here it,"he bobbed his head politely,"I'd hate to loose an acquaintance. Good company is hard to come by these days."

Jakaem tensed at the Cannibal/Guilt's approach, squashing down the urge to growl, or hiss, to make the wretched creature leave him be. He didn't trust him, no matter what silky words escaped his pretty lips. To ask him to do so would be like asking the rabbit to trust the hound, the lamb to trust the wolf. Of course, Jakaem would never fancy himself as weak or helpless as a rabbit or a lamb. If he had to, he could hold his own against Jaekaero.

He was glad he didn't have to.

Jakaem's gaze shifted to the disturbling crawling about its master's paws. His nose wrinkled distastefully,"It seems your pet is restless tonight. Or perhaps unhappy with our current setting." His ears flicked back decisively. Should he continue with tonight's plans? Rehearsing for a audience he'd never see. And what would Jaekaero think of that?

"I had been planning on playing with the few -true- puppets that were lying around the theater. To pass the time. You could join me if you wish,"he forced the last bit out through closing throat. He doubted Jaekaro would be interest in watching him fiddle about with wooden dolls. He'd have more interesting, grotesque, business, surely. Jakaem had nothing to worry about, but he would not be seen as anything less than a gentleman. Even to those he disliked.

[Vyn]

Jaekaero was used to studying the subtle actions of others in his presence, and it amused his Cannibal half to no end just how often others squirmed at the mere brush of his fur. Jakaem especially, with this well-hidden dislike of Cannibals. Jaekaero's feline tail flicked silently, his eerie smile fully in place as Jakaem tensed at his approach.

Nothing new. He had to remind himself that, ignore his Guilt speaking. The self-loathing part of his personality tore him up, leaving a conflict between arrogant superiority and brooding misery.

"Isn't it, now."

He agreed smoothly, squashing back his Guilt again. Jakaem's distaste was triggering it more and more, making Jaekaero's efforts harder and harder as the guilty burden settled heavily onto his shoulders.

Jaekaeo glanced down to Adelith, reclaiming the full shine of his eerily beautiful smile. Adelith never had anything against his Cannibalism. "Perhaps, though he's probably more jealous than anything." The puppeteer offered with amusement in his handsome vocals. Jakaem's furthered comment brought Jae's upward, perked in curiosity. "Real Puppets? Sure, what better calling for a Puppeteer."

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Jealous? Jakaem’s gaze lowered toward the disturbling, narrowed and petulant. It needn’t be, he had no intention of taking its master away. Even less of a desire to spend his pleasant, solitary night with him. Alas, courtesy would not permit Jakaem to do otherwise.

Be jealous of nothing, then! Perhaps if it were persistent enough it would persuade Jaekaero to leave his company. Jakaem ignored the comment, finding no proper response to such a thing. At least none that was both true and courteous, and Jakaem was in little mood to weave lies unless he had to. He had always been terrible at hiding the truth, after all.

He turned slowly, his tail flicking elegantly between the crook of his legs, a tell-tale sign of feline agitation or anxiety. Jakaem wished for neither and felt both…but there really was no sense to hide the response. Jaekaero would have smelled it on him, such was the curse of heightened, bestial senses. Senses Jakaem was quite thankful for, as it were. With his back turned and pupils straining at the corner of his eyes to makes shapes from the darkness. His nose twitched, ears perked and wide, whiskers and fur bristled.

“I believe there’s a few dusty marionettes lying behind our center stage,” his tail flicked again, once, with purpose this time, and he managed to quell its twitching. Masking it with the liquid jaunt of his gait as he turned back to his earlier endeavor: moving down the hall.

“I do hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” Or rather, he did. And that Jaekaero’s other engagement was prominent enough to take him out of his company.

…ah, but what was a puppet show without an audience! No, no. The lack of company certainly would not do. So long as Jaekaero could keep his belly (and his pet) to himself, perhaps his companionship would not be all that unwelcome.

...at least not so very much as Jakaem had expected it to be.