What Next?

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi was thinking about his uncle now. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen eachother in a while. Hell, every year they got together on a certain someones birthday, attendance was mandatory. Last year had actually been rather nice, as he never got a chance to see his sister except for at these events. Or Dimone either, really, they were both sort of hermits. Father like daughter, the blonde mused to himself. It would be nice to visit with him again. And it would certaintly be relaxing as hell. Not that Taxi had ever actually been to Satu Mare, so this would be an interesting trip for him as well. He had heard Dimone quietly discuss it if you pried hard enough, but he generally shy enough that you couldn't get him to talk about anything he held dear.

Ah well. Maybe he would finally found out just why that city was where his uncle chose to roost. Attention was drawn back to Quinn when he replied with something Taxi hadn't been expecting.

He couldn't help it. A near insane grin was painted upon his face, looking rather mad. Laughter was restrained with a hand clasped to his mouth. Taxi knew it wasn't a joke. It wasn't meant to be funny. But the mental image was too much for him. A few snrks burst through between his fingers as he tried to regain his composure. Still, the thought persisted, Quinn being slapped. He could just see the other mans face so clearly. It was too perfect.

It eventuallysubsided enough for him to find himself speaking in a very amused tone. "A woman? Well, let me assure you, your voice is indeed very sexy. Just, please don't-" The blonde fought the urge. Quinn had laughed at his name, though. All was fair. He had pictured the face of the younger man at the moment her hand would connect with his face. It was too fucking funny, and he found himself going off into a fit of laughter. When he stopped, a hand rubbed at his blind eyes and he finished his sentence, still on the verge of giggle fits. "Call me a whore."

Once he had contained himself and was just smiling pleasantly, he recalled something he had failed to mention. "Oh, hmm," if Quinn was asleep he would tap him till he woke up, as now he was just a bit hyper and wanted to tell the other this before he forgot again. "Quinnquinn, did you know I can sing? Like, sing."

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It had been hilarious at the time, especially to all of Quinn's buddies. They'd been in an English pub, celebrating after a successful mission. He had had a little too much to drink and when the pretty British tart walked up to him, Quinn was smug to have won her attention. She complimented him several times, he got annoyed and called her a whore, she slapped him. The look on his face could have had only been described as a drunken stupor. It was then the British soldiers had come over to confront the American soldiers. One thing would have lead to another had the commanding officers not stepped in and stopped the brawl before it could occur.

Quinn hadn't been amused at the time and it was all he could do but to keep from scowling as the other snickered at his expense. But as he watched the other try to contain his laughs, Quinn couldn't help but give a lopsided smile.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He said, fighting back a full-on grin. His expression sobered, though, as Taxi spoke. Quinn could never forget that sweet, perfect voice. He couldn't help but be cheeky about it, it was just in his nature.

" Yeah... Taxitaxi, did you know you sing in your sleep?" Soft, quiet chuckles followed his words and Quinn let his eyes drift over the blonde's wonderful features. " I...." He paused, as if searching for the correct words. " Liked it. Whatever it was...it was beautiful." He'd never been the one good at giving compliments. But he had meant what he had said. Taxi's voice was beautiful and Quinn had never heard anything like it before.

" You should do it more often, sing I mean. For me." His words was laced with sleepiness but he was very much awake, watching his lover with a fond sort of curiosity.

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"I do?" The words were nearly inaudible as they were just squeeked out in surprise. One wouldn't think a vampire could blush. Especially not one as pale as Taxi. But he could, and he did. All the blood drew up from his various appendages and pooled in his cheeks and nose, looking deathly embarassed. Nobody had ever told him that before. The blonde had planet his face in the mattress.

Why hadn't anybody ever told him before? This was horrible, what had Quinn heard? Oh god, it was probably last night, he was positive any dream induced singing would be absolutely wretched. Probably all sleepy and drugged sounding. These fears were disproved when the taller man made his attempt at complimentary words.

He was all ears, listening to what he had to say and turning towards him. Taxi didn't know quite what to say. There were no words for the appreciation he felt, even though he knew what his voice did to people and would expect no less from Quinn, it was still something entirely different to hear it from him. The older man couldn't help but find himself even more enamoured. God how he wanted to cuddle up to him right now, but, he was too injured.

So he settled for searching for one of Quinns hands with his own and clutching it. "Whenever you want," it was soft, satisfied. "I promise."

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Quinn could not hold back the laugher; his entire body shook with it. Sometimes Taxi was just too damned cute for his own good. The blonde's antics were enough to cause Quinn to forget all manner of worry-- at least for the time being. He was happier still that the man could not see for his expression was far too soft and open. There were many things about his psyche that screamed bullheaded male and among them was the unwillingness to be perceived as someone weak or as a sap. He had this whole idea of how he wanted the world to see him, of how he wanted Taxi to see him.

He wanted to turn over, to draw the other to his chest, but was unable. The fatigue that had settled in his body was too great and it was all he could do but lay there. He squeezed the other's hand, though, when the older man took his own into his grasp. It was a small source of contact, but it did worlds to calm Quinn even further.

"Well, I want it now." He turned his head to face the other. " And you promised." There was his trademark roughish smile, it lacked strength, but it got the point across. Well, it would have if Taxi could see.

And if the man were to sing the perfectly executed melody would further soothe the younger man, lulling him into the comfortable embrace of slumber.

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"Whaa? I didn't mean nooooow!" A bit of a whine, wiggling the other mans hand around in protest. Ah well, Taxi had indeed promised, and he knew just what to sing. "Fine, Quinnquinn. Anything for you." Besides, if it would help him sleep better, it was all worth it. The blonde released his captive limb and cleared his throat. It was then that he sung. The words were utterly effortless, Taxi lifting himself up off of the mattress so that he could drift about the room before eventually settling down in the chair. All while letting the words escape from his throat, the notes which would hold no menaing to Quinn other than being incredibly soothing travelling long the air. If one were to look at the blonde while he was singing, they would remark that he actually appeared rather heavenly, the way he had angled his head and simply the expression on his face looked like something out of an ancient painting of angels.

"Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tuae, Jesus.
Ave Maria"

The song was a classic, by Bach. There was no distortion, just, a beautiful melody being used as a lullabye for his lover. Taxi didn't even need to continue on to the chorus or the second and third verses. Quinn was already out. How he knew wasn't quite apparent, but he knew.

So he drifted out of the building blindly. One hand to the wall at all times, careful with his steps, humming the rest of the song to himself. Eventually he ended up sitting outside on the curb of the street, composing himself in the cold night. Fuck. He couldn't see anyones eyes, so there was only one thing he could do. A woman was walking up behind him, he could tell from the sound of her steps.

Blind eyes opened to look at her and he held his hands out, "Please, miss, I lost my dog, could you help me find him?" Taxi's physical demeanor, the way he sat, the way he spoke, the way his face formed the most pitiable expression mankind had ever known. Despite being eighteen at the time of his death, he looked far younger.

"Oh you poor boy!" Footsteps coming closer, "Of course i'll help you find him dear, where'd he go?" A younger voice, probably between twenty five and thirty five. And how the fuck should I know where he went, i'm blind. Auugh. Humans. What was with them and stupid questions?

".. What colour are your eyes?" Taxi stood up quickly and grabbed her by the throat, hiding his own dead orbs behind, closing them to her. It was all business now. "Br-brown!" The blonde scowled and pushed her away. Damnit. That was the one colour he couldn't stand to have lodged in his head. Moving on, try the next block. Nobody ever called the cops.

The ritual was performed a few more times untill he found a perfect candidate, a teenage boy who claimed to have green eyes. It didn't matter what shade. He could be pickier later. Taxi was glad that all humans had roughly the same size of eyes since birth. The victim was mutilated right there in the middle of the streets, and he was certaintly glad it was the dead of night and nobody would hear him. Eyes were plucked and blood was drained, the old pair thrown away as the blonde once again said hello to the world.

The moon had never looked more charming. The boy whom he had killed actually had some rather nice clean clothes, so he decided to switch into those as well, and they fit fairly nicely. Taxi kept his tie, though, strolling back to the resting place of his lover as though he had never left. Before settling back down in the chair, though, he headed for the bathroom to give himself a good look over. The eyes weren't exactly green, they were a bit greeny blue, but they would do. Head was dunked in some water with soap to quickly wash his hair as it was getting a bit straggly from dirt and dust, rubbing it with a towel to crappily dry it. It would manage for a few days. Thank god vampires didn't sweat like humans.

Now he found himself back in Quinns chair, looking down on him as he slept. Eyes wandered to the closet and to that mysterious box. Temptation. But no. Bug him later. Some notions of improvement did occur to him as he sat watching the other, leaning back in the seat. A satisfied smile found its way onto his face, and he ended up taking a little cat nap.

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Quinn had the vague thought, before succumbing to sleep, that he had heard those lyrics before, somewhere. Never sung so sweetly and perfectly, though. There was no chance of that. The type of slumber Quinn had fallen into had been the deep, dreamless, dead-to-the-world kind. Nothing would wake him until he was good and ready. And that wouldn't be for a while yet.

Quinn had slept well through Taxi's leaving and return, unaware that the other had even moved at all. It was during Taxi's nap that, at last, the younger man stirred in his sleep. He moved, brows knitting together briefly as he emitted a soft, humming sound. Green eyes fluttered open and were greeted by the sight of the old, gray and stain-ridden ceiling. He blinked then dropped his gaze, immediately searching for the older vampire.

He was sitting in the chair -- the only one in the room-- asleep. Good. The man needed rest, or so Quinn felt. Fret and worry often took a lot out of a person. With much more nimbleness than he had possessed the previous night, Quinn stood up, brushing his hands down the front of his pants, straightening them.

Making his way to the bathroom, Quinn noticed that little droplets of water clung to the concaved porcelain of the sink. He pursed his lips. So Taxi had been awake earlier. That would explain the sudden change of clothes. Quinn washed his face, toweled off, and eyed his reflection in the mirror. The cuts and bruises had all but vanished and he was looking a might better than he had the previous two days. His skin tone had turned ashen, however, due to his lacking a meal and all the healing he had had to do.

That could be fixed easily enough. Quinn undressed and hopped in the shower, washing all the dirt and grime from his body. Getting clean worked wonders and made him feel vast amounts better. He turned the water off and stepped out, doing a half-assed job of drying off. Tossing the soaked towel onto the ground (both Taxi and he had used the same one) and walked out stark naked. The man was shameless, and besides, the blonde was asleep. Not that it would matter.

He went straight to the closet and found a new set of clothes, dark jeans and a simple, well-fitting short-sleeved shirt. He'd put the pants on but had somehow fumbled with the shirt. It fell from his grasp and onto the ground where it covered that curious cardboard box. Quinn paused before kneeling down and pushing the shirt aside. He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he carefully removed the lid from the box and picked up the item that was atop all the other oddities.

Quinn stood up slowly, shirt all but forgotten, as he stared at the photo held between his fingers. He brushed the hair out of his eyes absently and ran his gaze over the picture. It was him but it wasn't. It was hard to explain. He'd managed to get the photo along with several others from his old family home when he had finally gotten stateside. The home had no longer been owned by his family, but by another. There had been a box, forgotten by time, tucked away in the recesses of the attic. Within it was a treasure trove of his past. Apparently his family had saw fit to put every reminder of him within said box.



"Damn." Was all he could manage as he went over the details in the picture. He was lost then into his memories, oblivious to the world for the time being.

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Taxi didn't really suddenly awake or anything. It was a lazy drifting out of sleep to being slightly aware of his surroundings. A few little "Nyup nyup"'s, his mouth telling his mind to start moving and wake the hell up, and only then did his eyes creak open. Mm. Quinn was there, standing, shirtless. That was pleasant.

Ever so quietly the bare footed blonde crept along the floorboards, rubbing a brand new eye with his partially sleeve covered hand before shoddily sneaking up behind his lover and wrapping both arms around the man. Chin rested on his shoulder, having completely forgotten in his just-woken-up daze that he had once been injured. Mostly green eyes were drawn to the photo in the mans hands and Taxi was instantly woken up.

Yeah. So. Taxi was very old. Wisdom was supposed to come with age, right? Well, he also happened to be blonde. And wise was probably the last word one would use to describe him. So it was no great surprise that it had taken him this long to clue in. The jacket in the closet. Quinn using that word. And finally, now, this black and white image. He had been in the war, hadn't he? It was all too obvious now. The reaction, the anger, the gruff (yet sexy) additude in general. Why hadn't he said anything? Well of course Quinn wouldn't say anything, the man was a war vet trapped in the body he fought in, who the fuck would bring it up, especially when they had been on opposite sides. This explained the flying, too, might have been a, a pilot or something, right? Taxi was too unconfrontational to say anything, though. Maybe pry later.

"Let me cut your hair." Yeah. He had also noticed how god damned hot short hair looked on his lover, and that was more important to mention then the whole war thing.

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Quinn was aware that Taxi was at his back and was also aware that the picture held within his hands might bring up some questions. When they didn't come, Quinn was grateful. Had Taxi asked anything, the younger man probably would've been short with him, demanding he dismiss the topic in a none-too-friendly manner. Taxi had dismissed the topic easily, and Quinn would follow suit.

His eyes lingered on the black and white photo a moment before he slowly bent down and returned the item into the box, which now served as something of a time capsule. Quinn carefully replaced the lid and pushed the box into the back of his closet before standing up and turning around to face the blonde.

" I see you got yourself a new pair of eyes," Quinn said, a faint smirk teasing at the corners of his lips. Before he'd been pretty grossed out by the whole idea, but now it was nothing. Hell, they drank people dry to survive, stealing eyes was nothing to call home about. Quinn pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair thoughtfully. He hadn't cut it in such a long time.

Maybe it was time for a change.

Green eyes settled on the new pair of his lover's and Quinn gave a nod. " Alright, why the hell not? I'm tired of it poking the hell out of my eyes anyway." His gaze wandered to the bathroom. " I think there's a pair of scissors in there, in the cabinet behind the mirror." How sharp or dull they were, Quinn didn't know. They'd just have to find out.

The man neglected to put on a shirt; it would probably just get hair on it anyway, and took a seat in the single chair that stood in the room. It was funny, but his long hair was some how tied to his lazy, promiscuous past. Now that he was about to cut it, Quinn suddenly realized how much he had changed. It was a strange thing to make him think of something so profound, but it did. Eyes traveled back to watch the blonde and Quinn sank into silent thought.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Vampires were different from one another sometimes, and although Quinns hair grew, like every other part of Taxi, he was forbidden from change. The only change allowed was the self mutilation of his eyes. But the yellow mop atop his head would never grow, and if it was pulled out or cut off by the next day it would be renewed. It was much like how his skin would never scar, and despite any injury, he would eventually heal back to his original form. This of course didn't apply to having limbs or organs removed.

Which was always annoying. This meant Taxi shouldn't have known how to cut hair as he couldn't hack away at his own. But to the contrary, he was all too happy to head to the bathroom and hunt around for the scissors. He ran the blade against the tip of his thumb, smiling to himself. The cold metal was sharp enough to cut hair, as was evident by the tiniest amount of blood pooling where steel had met flesh. The shorter man drifted back into the main room with his thumb in his mouth, looking at the scissors, actually rather deep in thought.

The blonde set upon the head of his lover with a determined sort of laziness. Thinking back to the photo and then looking back to Quinn, looming behind him as he took the first snip of hair. Taxi didn't treat it as a task, more of an enjoyable game, trying to get this canvas of hair to match the photograph as best as he could. Of course, he couldn't even see the photo. Scissors met locks of hair and tore away, releasing each strand from its captor as it fluttered down to fall on the bare chest of it's owner before fluttering down to the floor or resting against skin. Taxi may have had no hair of his own to chop away at and practice, nor may he be a stereotypical gay hairdresser, but he seemed to be comfortable enough with taking off that slightly depressing hair.

He'd miss it though. Any personal symbolism was lost on him, but the fact that Quinn was letting him so this was good enough. Finally Taxi stood, dropping the scissors to the floor and rubbing his hand around in the mess of hair to get any runaway hairs out. The older man then stepped back and admired his work, a smug little look on his face as he crossed his arms across his chest. Nearly purring with satisfcation, "Done." he proclaimed, tilting his head to the side slightly, looking incredibly proud of himself.

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Quinn had been a good patient and hadn't budged as Taxi went to town on his hair. It was odd watching those chunks and strands of brown fall away, but he was left feeling clean and lighter. The man ran a questioning hand through his now-short hair then stood up, brushing the stray strands from his pants. He didn't have to look in a mirror; Quinn already knew pretty damn well what he looked like with short hair. Damned good.

Green eyes met Taxi's and Quinn chanced a roguish smirk. His heart was lighter after having a few days to contend with Kefka's arrival and subsequent destruction of much of what Quinn had held onto as the truth. For the time being, he tried to keep all those doubting thoughts from his mind. He'd silence Kefka's insistent voice because there was a task at hand -- getting to Romania.

"Pleased with yourself?" The man questioned cheekily, quirking a single dark brow. His smile faded and Quinn made his way to the closet, finally finding and putting on a shirt. He ran his hands over his abdomen, straightening the fabric, before turning around to address his lover.

" So, what's our next move? " He began, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. " How're we going to do this? Get to Romania? God knows I got nothin', no money, no connections." Quinn pursed his lips thoughtfully, eyes dropping for a brief instant.

" I just really want to get the fuck out of here." There it was, the faintest sliver of something that could be described as fear or hesitance. Quinn was quick to stifle it though, and to cover it up with a bright grin. " I've always wanted to go to Transylvania. That stuff is epic."

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Taxi had already thought about this. But whatever conclusion he had come to earlier was completely forgotten as he watched Quinn, his mind was floating somewhere unknown and he was looking rather dreamily at his lover. He quite honestly wasn't listening at all, paying more attention to the moving lips then to the words being formed. Whether it was simply the change of appearance, or the all around happier aura of the room, he was in a dreadfully good mood. His lover was no longer horribly injured or gloomy, that sort of dismal touch to his voice was gone, that doubt Taxi had failed to pick up on but only got a taste of was missing, or atleast wasn't as strong as before. So he was indeed pleased with himself, but for reasons Quinn may not have known.

Not only was he smug because of the change, or rather, the return to normality in the other, but because of himself. Afterall, it wasn't everyday Taxi decided to run off with a lover. Not only that, but somebody who was... Well, Quinn wasn't exactly what he was used to. Here he was, in a literal shack, and he was the one making plans on where to go. This power switch was both enticing and.. although he hated to admit it, a bit unpleasantly strange. That was the only way he could think to describe it, that intangible feeling of wierd. Maybe it was something he'd have to get used to. But he didn't really want to. Oh well. It was probably just his brain being all fucked. Maybe the lack of sex was messing with his noggin.

The sudden uncharacteristic change in Quinns rather soothing voice actually managed to snap him out of his thoughts and listen to what he was saying. Whatever it was, Taxi couldn't be bothered to think anymore. It was clogging up his mind, and he'd much rather smile and forget about it. "Are you mocking the vampire homeland, Quinnquinn?" A laugh, moving across the room in careful steps. "You'll regret that when we get there, it's really quite lovely. All I have to do is call up my uncle on a payphone or something and i'm sure he'll be enthralled to make arrangments." There was probably one somewhere in the area, he hadn't really been looking earlier.

"Oh-" Just as soon as he was about to turn heel and head out the door to look for one, Taxi's head snapped to look back at Quinn, frowning slightly. "Are you positive you're well?"

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Taxi may have found the switch of power unsettling, but Quinn was somewhat relieved. Sure it was something of an insult to a man with a pride (ego) as large as his, but with Taxi handling things, Quinn had time to simply think. And time was what he needed most. Deep sleep had worked wonders to clear his frazzled mind but the doubts that Kefka had planted were still there, threatening to grow into something more if Quinn let his guard down.

And he was trying damn hard not to let them get the better of him.

He found himself nodding to Taxi's words, accepting everything that was happening without so much as a fuss. Taxi had ties and said ties would get the pair to where they needed to be. " Alright," Quinn answered simply and shoved his hands into his pant's pockets before walking towards the other. He paused, however, when Taxi asked him that question.

Was he alright?

He was questioning all that they had between them. He felt like he was inferior, lesser to the other. Hell, that was probably true in some respects, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. He worried that Taxi would get bored of him and leave him stranded somewhere in Transylvania. Quinn silenced those thoughts, telling himself that that was Kefka talking, and hell if he'd let that snake-bastard get the best of him.

" I'm just a bit...hungry." He answered at last then walked towards Taxi, placing a hand at his back to guide him out the door. " I can fix that, though, while you call your uncle." A smile, which turned into a grin, and Quinn pretended like all was well.

For both their sakes.

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Taxi pursed his lips, not sure if he entirely trusted the answer. He decided he didn't really need to believe him though, as long as Quinn was willing to assure him, that's what mattered. Or. Something. The blonde didn't really know, his concern switched to finding a phone now. Before he left the side of his lover, he reached up to place a light kiss on his cheek and then darted off into the night.

A quick pull of fabric as he tightened the tie around his neck, shoving his hands into his pockets. Oh, what? That was horribly convienent. A wallet, with a multitude of quarters. Taxi was all smiles as he headed to the end of the street where he had spotted a phonebooth. It had been a looonnggg time since he had used one of these, but Taxi still found it oddly nice. The confined space, the privacy from the outside world. If it was even only for a few seconds, till he popped in the quarter and dialed in the phone number.

The blonde was pleased as punch he recalled the digit sequence, shifting his weight from side to side while listening to it ring. "Jaaa, collect call, please." Damn long distance. "Jaaa, connect me through whatever." How long was this going to take? Finally, the ringing changed tone, after a good five or ten minutes of banging his head against the wall waiting for be connected he heard someone pick up.

Romanian was the language of choice, and Taxi was fluent. The world outside of the phone booth wouldn't be able to understand his quick paced babble in another language, finally breaking into a huge toothy smile when the voice on the other end of the line changed and the languages once again flipped.

One could probably guess what was being said from the tone, though. At first Taxi spoke happily, well, as happily as one could sound when you were speaking the angry sounding gluttural language of Germany. But then he looked even more pleased, laughing as the other much deeper voice broke out into hoarse shouting. It was obvious what was being explained, and the blonde was utterly delighted to hear the response. Fairly soon he had pulled a pen out of the pants that didn't belong to him and was scribbling down something on the back of his head, nodding and repeating, "Ja, Ja, Ja." while holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. Finally it ended in, "Ich werde Sie auch lieben, Onkel!" and hanging up the phone.

Arrangments had been made quickly and written down on his arm, tucking the pen into the corner of his mouth and gnawing idly as he headed back to where he had left Quinn. There was a sort of bounce in his step that hadn't been there before, as though merely hearing the voice of a family member could lift his spirits to the point where he felt as though he were walking on air.

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Quinn was aware that Taxi probably knew him well enough to be aware that something was ...off, for that lack of a better word. The younger man ignored it though, and played it off as if everything was cool. He adopted a nonchalant stride as he followed behind the other. Smiling faintly at the peck on his cheek, Quinn watched as Taxi left to go call his uncle -- the man that all Quinn really knew about was that he was a scary-looking guy. Kefka did his best to avoid him and that was enough to convince Quinn that Taxi's Uncle must've been a good guy. That and Taxi seemed to be rather fond of him.

Once Taxi was off doing his own thing, Quinn set about fulfilling that basic need of his. He didn't have to wander far before finding a prospective victim. The unwanted dredges of society chose to roost in this part of the city. No one would miss them should one disappear. And one was about to.

He'd been sitting on a stoop outside a rundown, empty hotel. Quinn had wasted no time in grabbing him and literally tearing into him, fangs pushing mercilessly into his flesh while the vampire used his greater strength to hold the writhing man in place. Soon it was over and the thug was left on the ground as nothing more than a rotting heap of human flesh. It'd been a messy kill, one that had lacked even a sliver of finesse. The vampire had been famished due to the fact that much of his energy stores had been depleted through his accelerated healing process.

The man turned on his heel and stalked off to the area where Taxi and he had parted ways. He reached it just as Taxi did and flashed a haphazard grin. He always felt a bit heady after such a large intake of blood. It was like being blissfully drunk, though the effect wouldn't last nearly as long.

"So, babe, what's the verdict?" Quinn crooned out, tilting his head while looking at the other questioningly. That devil-may-care attitude was restored, and that certain gleam was back in his green gaze. Feeding always made things better.

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"The verdict?" Taxi wasn't drunk on blood so much as he was intoxicated by the atmosphere. "Tickets from Boston to Bucharest, leaving in five hours. First class to avoid the sun. From Bucharest to our destination by..." At this moment he paused, stepping up to his lover till they were toe to toe. "Horse drawn carriage."

He couldn't help but laugh. When he had heard it, he had resisted, as his relative was old fashioned and would have been hurt. The notion though was ridiculous, and yet he thought Quinn would appreciate the hilarity. Although, the privacy of a carriage had it's benefits, and-

A yellow brow was raised, Taxi stepping back and tapping his lover on the chest with a finger. Head tilted upwards ever so slightly in a refined sort of way. "I'm afraid I can't let you go till you prove to me you are well and able bodied enough." That, and they had about five hours to kill and it didn't seem as though Quinns packing would take very long. So Taxi had to occupy himself in that time somehow, and how better then to tease the younger man?

Looking up at said younger man through off green eyes, he broke out into a giddy smile. Quinn looked utterly amazing. Hair giving him a new sense of life, playful and rugged. A sort of vibrance to his skin brought by new warm blood. And the demeanor of a truely happy man. He wasn't wrong, no, this was worth fleeing the country and living with his uncle for. It was worth it to be poor, if it meant he got to be poor with Quinn. Hell, it was even worth it to be dressed in grungy dirty clothes if it meant this taller man got to take them off.

Regret was the furthest thing from his mind. Now, he could finally relax in this paradise.