Curiosity [Closed, Rated R]

((A continuation of the last events of 'Drained'. This RP is a closed RP for Kiku and the lovely Elizaveta~ Also, rated for future posts~))

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Kiku wandered through the streets of the city, hands shoved in his pockets. He kept his pace brisk, but directionless along the nearly empty streets. The late hour meant that he would only pass a handful of humans, most either Hunters or those that enjoyed wiling away their time in the vampire owned club. The rest would be werewolves in human form, unafraid to wander the streets and confront the vampires that ruled the city at night. And the vampires...he knew they too were about, but none that he passed as he continued his aimless wandering. He assumed they too were indoors, or else spending their time hunting. Kiku found his thoughts more preoccupied with his own problems, rather than those of the vampires. Their activities did not concern him, so long as they left him alone.

The chilly night air made him shiver, though he welcomed it. Compared to the stuffy atmosphere in the pub, the air felt pleasant against his heated skin. The walking helped, making the adrenaline that raced through his veins trickle down to a steady hum. He sighed, relieved that his muscles had stopped trembling from the pent-up energy. He had briefly worried that he would need to retreat into the forest to train, or worse, to pick a fight. Neither solution pleased him. His last trips into the forests had been less than solitary, though the thought that he could have simply continued on his way passed briefly through his mind before racing away. He considered picking a fight; he could have easily found a newer or weaker vampire. The adrenaline would have peaked and then dissipated afterwards, but Kiku knew he would have to come away from the fight alive. If his adrenaline abandoned him, he would be highly vulnerable.

His hands clenched into fists as his thoughts turned to the adrenaline again. His bastard father was responsible for his inability to live, and even thinking briefly on the man made his heart race and his mouth pull into a thin line. His father had tried to make him immune, and instead gave him false feelings of invincibility which gave way quickly to utter vulnerability. His hands shook, and he took a few shaky breaths and unclenched them slowly. His own research (and experience, unfortunately) had proven that the human body would shut down when it could not handle stress...or in his case, would simply shut down when his limbs could no longer stand being pushed beyond their limits. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, trying instead to focus on where his feet had taken him. The odd lighting and low music made him take a sharp breath; he had wandered to the vampire's nightclub, The Velvet Rope.