After Falling


Taking stock of his situation pissed Lance off. His hands, do you have any idea how much it hurts to work with charred hands? But worse was that his hair was burned away. His HAIR. AND his leather jacket, do you know how long he's had that jacket? He had it when he was alive for christsakes. He was going to find the little shit had done this to him and he'd twist his little androyne head off like a fucking bottle cap.

But first he needed to fix his shit, which means he has to eat someone. Or several someones if he didn't want to flip out again and accidentally kill someone. Then contact Greyson.

Muscles burning with stolen life he stalks his way over to an apartment building and finds a car after scouting out for cameras that aren't around, smashing the driver's side window in with bone crushing force. Not relieved of his frustration, he does the same to the backseat window as the car alarm shrieks it's warning, then he stalks to a shadow to wait for the owner to come out. He isn't disappointed, the man comes running out and when he passes Lance, he's slammed up against the hood of the car.

Right now? Right now Lance is tired of being nice and gentle and calm when he's eating, so he takes the man roughly on the hood of his car and drinks deeply. He pulls away, licking the wound and tasting fear-sweat as the mortal's pulse flutters like a dove held in the hand. As he comes around, Lance slams his head into the car, knocking the man out.

Then he steals the guy's clothes, because his are burnt to shit.

Payback may be a bitch, but Lance can be pretty bad if he sets his mind to it.