#this got longer than intended but we can shorten it as we go xoxo

[danielmlloy]

memory remains a hazy mess of images that don't quite make sense to daniel. and yet he has discombobulated nightmares about them more often than not. waking up, drenched in sweat ( something he was used to, though it was the that which he was addicted to that normally gave him such a start at 4 in the morning ), imagining men with sharp teeth, blood lining their lips... he needed to do research. he needed answers. believe it or not, there was jack shit about vampires in most libraries - nothing historical nor nonfiction because monsters were myth and legend. daniel knew the truth. even if he seemed fucking crazy, he knew the truth. he found some news articles, suspicious activities barely reported on, trails of bodies vacant of blood.

the boy bites at his thumbnail as he opens the door to his apartment ( always unlocked ; self preservation hadn't occurred to him until recently - maybe he should find his key ), scrambling to hold the clippings and documents he has acquired, unaware of his surroundings until he hears someone hum from across the room. papers fall to the floor as daniel starts, pressing himself against the door, heart pounding in his chest. he isn't high - there is actually a ( beautifully ) frightening man with long blonde hair sitting at his shitty, second hand dining room table. 'what the fuck, man -' daniel tries and fails to keep the shake from his voice. 'what're you doing in my house?' @lamourt.