Snippet #2638017

"Don't do it Liam!" Jonah yelled as he held on to Liam by the collar of his shirt. Some jerk just rushed passed them and knocked them both down, and Liam being hungry or thirsty or whatever, wanted to teach him a lesson by draining him dry.

"Come on! Just a little!" Liam pleaded as he dragged Jonah, who had his heels to the ground and both hands on his collar, across the room. "He deserves it!"

It was kind of hillarious, since they both looked ten. BUt if you knew their backstory, their history, you would realize this was them coping. Both of them watched their families get murdered right in front of them before they got cursed.

"No! Stop Liam!" Jonah told him as he continued to get dragged across the room. "I have a blood pack for you in my bag!"

"But the guy is an asshole!" Liam whined.

"He is not worth getting into trouble for!" Jonah shouted.

"Okay" Liam said, finally stopping and causing Jonah to slide across the floor and nearly trip down the stairs. Luckily, Jonah managed to get a hold of the railing, and transmute it so that it stopped him from falling by bending it across the stairs and giving him something to land on that wouldn't break his neck. Liam ran over, and helped him get up as the railing returned to normal. "Oops. Sorry".

"Its okay. Lets just find someone to talk to. We need to get started somewhere, and I want to get started out in the field" Jonah told him, and the two kept walking forward. Liam was a vampire, and Jonah a Sorcerer. And while Jonah did not admit it, it wasn't okay. There were any number of spells he could have used that would have been a lot easier then transmuting the railing, but transmuation was for some reason instinctual for him. Most people just considering transmuation as something that lets you turn silver to gold or something like that. And maybe for those people, that's all it was. But Jonah could transmute anything he touches into all sorts of things, so long as it "made sense". Like, he could not turn a stick into a sword, but he could turn a pen into a sword.

Of course, the two of them got lost. Twice. They were not used to the building. Jonah was carrying a dufflebag with him containing a variety of things. It was also warded so if anyone tried to open it without his permission, enough electricity would go through their bodies to make them rethink that. Liam might have been an accidental test subject to its effectiveness.

Speaking of Liam, Jonah passed him a Bloodbox. It was a juicebox filled with blood. Of course, Liam was still eyeing any source of blood that got too close....except for this one fat guy. His blood actually make Liam get repulsed, even though he was bleeding. A papercut. "Exactly what made you avoid him?"

"His blood smelled like bacon. Now, granted, I like bacon. But holy shit, that blood had more cholesterol in it then actual blood. I might be hungry, but even that blood is off menu".

"Nice to know I am not the only person who you don't have any desire to drink from" Jonah mentioned.

"Hey. Technically, the only person I ever drained fully was that one serial killer and the drug dealer. And both of them had it coming. And I don't do babies either, despite the fact they have the purest, richest blood I have ever smelled..."

"Liam, you are drooling. Which, given the topic, is creepy".

"Oh, sorry. Need to drink faster" Liam mentioned, drinking the blood faster. Jonah was just glad the awkward conversation was over.

"Yes, please do. You start the creepiest conversations when hungry".

Then, they finally found the receptionist. "Hi, yes. My name is Jonah Tanner, and this is my friend Liam Mitchell. We are the new recruits".

She looked at them, and responded with a voice Jonah took as insulting. "Aren't you both a little young".

Liam quickly grabbed Jonah as he tried to claw his way to her, holding him back. "We...are....both...cursed! And I am a Vampire! My friend here who hates being talked to in that voice is a sorcerer! We were both cursed by a witch to be kids forever! Now, who are we supposed to talk to?"