"dude... are you okay?" (o/o roleplay, open!)

zen leapt out of bed, throwing open their door.

"come with me, i'm not leaving you alone in here while that's happening. maybe your sharp tongue will come in handy."

isaac sighed, finishing the section of painting he was doing and slowly getting up. he grabbed his sunglasses, putting them on quickly before venturing out into the hallway.

zen jogged over to the dorm the sounds were coming from, and beat heavily on the door with a loud "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THERE?"

"Scream and I swear to go i'll–"

"HELP! Please don't leave me in here! Call the campus guard or something!"

"isaac, call the campus guard. i don't have my phone."

"okay."

he pulled out his phone, dialing the number and waiting until they picked up to silently hand the phone to zen. zen accepted it and began to talk.

"we have an emergency in room 281, we're standing outside the door and there seems to be a man inside kariin's room. she's screaming for help, and he's threatening her. we don't know how long she will be safe. please hurry."

he waited and heard their response, and hung up when they confirmed they were coming in 3 minutes.

"they're on their way, kariin! it's me, zen. isaac is here too. please keep calm. whoever else is in there, hurt her and you'll have both the campus guard and i to answer to!"

Fucking hell.

Anger flooded him and he threw Kariin aside. Vicente opened the door, pulling the two inside by their hair before slamming the door behind him. "Idiots."

isaac immediately went into fight or flight, flinching violently as vicente reached for him. in result, vicente only got the end of his hair.

both of the boys stumbled in, isaac yanking away and zen lunging for vicente's throat.

He grabbed him by the arm, slamming him against the wall and aimed the blade at him. Vicente bared his bright fangs, a low growl emitting from his throat.

zen stood, stunned for a moment, but brought his knee up into vicente's crotch, hard. he hoped the fucker still had functional nerve endings.

isaac realized he should probably check on kariin, so he shook himself off, and calmly walked over to where her body lay and knelt next to her.

"kariin, are you okay? where are you hurt?"

Kariin groaned in response, clutching her stomach.

Vicente clenched his teeth, a hand on his groin as he winced in pain. "Fine," he snapped and kicked off the doorknob. "If you plan on being dinner tonight, be my guest."

"your dumb ass already drank today, fuck off. what's your goddamn problem?" zen spat, immediately moving to stand in front of isaac and kariin.

isaac put a hand on her shoulder. "campus guard will be here soon."

"Not me," he jerked his chin toward Kariin. "Her." Vicente carefully sat down on the bed, his hand still on his groin. "Boy would this be a mess to clean up."

Kariin's back arched as she groaned in pain, beads of sweat forming on her temples as she let out heavy breaths.

zen took a moment to comprehend, but the second he got it he hauled isaac up by the collar. he marched over to vicente, isaac in tow. (who had made several noises of complaint and wrenched himself free to hit zen on the shoulder.)

"you're fucking telling me that you're useless at keeping people from turning and i'm going to have to kill isaac? you could have fucking told us, asshole!" zen looked furious, crossing his arms to keep from punching vicente in the throat.

isaac shrugged.

"a chance for me to die is always welcome. you know that, garden."

zen turned on him.

"listen, isaac. if you ever stopped to think that maybe suicide or dying isn't the fucking answer to all of your problems, we wouldn't be in this shit. so don't 'garden' me, bitch."

isaac silently gave him a cold expression.

Vicente shrugged, though he did feel a twinge of guilt. "I thought I had gotten rid of all the venom. Turns out I was wrong." He turned to Bell and crossed his arms. "Sorry?"

He peered past them and took a glimpse at Kariin as she began letting out animalistic noises from her mouth.

"It was nice meeting you two."

"fuck you, vicente. wasn't nice meeting you in the slightest. you can stay here and die if you fucking want to, isaac."

zen walked over to the door, pushing the outside half of the broken doorknob out and pressing on the mechanism to open it, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

only seconds later, a loud knock and a shout of "campus guard, open the door!" rang through the room.

Vicente rolled his eyes and lied on his back. "Still wanna be dinner? You should've left with him while you still had the chance."

"yeah, if i gave a shit. i honestly could turn my life around and go to therapy or whatever, but honestly i don't have plans for my future. i might get on buzzfeed unsolved this way, so why not? move over."

he perched on the edge of the bed, watching as kariin writhed on the floor.

He shifted a bit to the left to give him more room. "And why is that? You're a model, why not push that into something more, hm? What about that friend of yours? Surely you wouldn't want to leave him all alone."

"i wouldn't want to leave him, but he doesn't need me."

he looked at vicente, expression cold and monotone.

"i'm a model because i'm physically pretty. physically pretty doesn't mean shit when you're crumbling emotionally and mentally. i'm living a stereotype. 'gay son of rich parents who don't love each other'. might as well just complete the stereotype, but with a little more flair."

isaac glanced back at kariin, watching her turn.

"i should have my throat ripped out pretty soon, if i'm guessing correctly. if you're squeamish you shouldn't look."

"No," he shook his head and stood upright, walking over to Kariin and picking her up by her hair. He pulled the door open and threw her to the security guards, their screams and Kariin's snarls echoing throughout the room when he slammed the door.

"aw, shit, dude. you had a chance to satiate her without there being a mass murder. why wouldn't you take that chance?" he shifted, pulling a knee up to his chest and resting his head on it.

"Better than to have you be her first meal. Besides," he shrugged and sat next to him, "why not?"

"don't tell me the unfeeling vampire that goes from person to person every week actually cares about someone. or did you just find it better to kill innocent people who actually had a future, instead of a willing volunteer?"

he pushed his glasses up, hard blue eyes squinting at vicente.

The corner of his lip curved into a small smile. "A little bit of both, actually." He lied down, resting on the palm of his hand behind his head. "Is that so wrong, Issac?"

"ugh, don't call me isaac. nobody does, except for zen when he's pissed off." he fell down next to vicente, crossing his arms over his stomach.

"this is awfully strange. we should probably leave before we get blamed for the murderous new vampire on the loose."

"She'll settle down once she's full," he turned to him, a grin plastered on his face. "Like you will, when you Turn."

"mm. fucking kill me before that happens. even if i don't die in high school, i don't want to be immortal." he didn't look at vicente, though he knew he was looking.

"I don't care," he said flatly. "I'm not going to kill you. If you really don't want to be immortal, go to Nimue for help. But I doubt she could do anything about it." Except kill him, of course.

he sat up briskly.

"do you have her number?"

isaac really was dead-set on not being immortal. too cliche, too depressing. he didn't want to extend his pathetic life any longer than it had to be. better to burn out in high school than have to deal with himself for the rest of eternity. though watching the sun explode would be cool, he wasn't trying to live long enough to see it.

He shook his head and stood upright. "Okay, why are you so set on dying anyway? I'm trying to understand you here."

"just something that's ingrained in me." he shrugged.

"also i like, desperately don't want to be immortal and have to rely on blood to survive. regular food is fine for me, thanks."

"No, I doubt that. Something has to be bothering you," Vicente pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on his contact list. "Here," he handed his the phone. "It's under 'N'… but it might take a while to find her considering–" he shook his head. "Nevermind."