A Strange Night at Pete's (Brodir)

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason sighed heavily as he stopped wiping glasses dry before glancing around the bar, as people walked in and exited the building. Some people are friends to the bar tender, and some others are just there for a drink of beer or whiskey.
His eyes wondered the customers before seeing his friend, Kathy, walk in. His face suddenly lit up quickly with a friendly smile, as she walked up to sit at bar stool. Jason walked over to her and said politely, "Good evening. How was your day, Kathy? What do you want to order today? I might as well ask." he blinked his golden-brown eyes, as he put the last, beer glass away.

Kathy smiled politely and said, "Today, was a fabulous. Thanks for asking, Jace." she said with a nod. "Can I have a Flat Tire?" she whispered. Jace nodded and did a friendly wink at her before fetching a new, cold bottle of beer. The young woman smiled as she handed over the money, before Jason opened the bottle for her. After a long and happy conversation with Kathy, the woman left the bar with a wave to the bar tender.

Glanced around for a while, before leaning backwards on the shelf of empty, beer glasses. His head snapped alert as he heard a noise that resembled a scream. (Dang.) he thought, before turning to a worker that stood nearby. "Jerry, can you take my spot for the night? I need to leave, sorry for this sudden decision." Jace said softly. Jerry nodded before Jason quickly opened the gate, to the bar area, before quickly exiting the building.

His head whipped around as he called for Kathy who yelled back to him. Hurrying along, Jason stopped at a alleyway 6 yards from Pete's and set his jaw in a grimace. His eyes blinked at the scene of 4 drunks harassing his friend, Kathy. The drunks turned around to eye him and started to try to chase away the bar tender with words, like "Who are you staring at?" and "This is none of your business.", that did no good to chase away the determined young man. Jason shook his head angrily before he said something back at the drunks, which made the drunks race at him with anger in their wild eyes.

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Brodir was having a strange night. A rather strong bout of Ennui had struck him this evening. For some reason he was just weary again, there was something missing in his nightly existence. Brodir just didn't know what it was. Brodir new that he really shouldn't be alone tonight, that he should call someone he knows. He decided however not to bother anyone else with his sudden strong bout of depression. Brodir has always been the type to internalize his emotions first rather than letting them burden others outright. He'd liked to try discover the source of this lack of interest in his existence before taking it to others. So here Brodir was, on another one of his many walk abouts around the city. For some reason a good walk always cleared his head and helped him to think clearly.

Brodir was beginning to think that perhaps his current bout of ennui was caused by his being an old warrior. It had been a long while since Brodir had taken part in a full scale battle. Then again the reason he stopped participating in the conflicts of humans was that the thrill of the fight had waned. Brodir had recently discovered someone who stirred a certain amount of passion within him, in fact he felt alive just being around her. Though tonight he decided to let her be, he didn't want to risk his mood dragging her down as well. Though perhaps a more solidified relationship would... a scream shattered Brodir's line of thought.

The scream was a woman's and not too far from here. Brodir decided to investigate the source of the scream, given all that was happening in Jamerson Falls lately. Also given the fact that what the last scream Brodir had heard entailed. Brodir leaped to the nearest rooftop. He decided moving from rooftop to rooftop would give him the vantage point needed to find the source of the scream quicker.

Brodir raced from roof top to roof top in order to try to find the screamer. Hopefully there would be other commotion that he could hear to find its source. Sure enough Brodir's keen hearing pick up some more shouting. He zeroed in on the ruckus and found himself standing on the rooftop of Pete's. Brodir quickly surveyed the alley below him.

Someone had apparently beaten Brodir here. A young man had come to the screaming girl's rescue. Brodir saw the young man challenge the girl's four assailants undeterred by their greater numbers. This peaked Brodir's curiosity, so Brodir decided not to intervene. Instead Brodir squatted down on the edge of the rooftop and watched as the events unfolded below him.

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Once the four drunks ran at the bar tender, Jason dodged the first blow to then feel the smack by another. Jason shook his head before bracing himself to dodging another punch to then send a one back, which made the drunk scream as it contacted the drunk's chest. The other 3 shouted in anger and said some very nasty words before pummeling the brave man.

Jason muffled a scream as a drunk held him up as the others started to beat him to the core. The bar tender growled in pain, as the men gave him broken ribs and a black eye. The young man glared at the 4 drunks and sent one down by a kick in the groin. Jason smiled slightly before starting to the take the others down to the ground. The mortal, bar tender muffled a shout as a standing drunk sent his knee into Jason's side.

Jason groaned before going at the men and quickly made the men flee with a few hits to weak spots, but Jason is quickly turning weak. The last two brave drunks took out shining knives with grins of pure evilness. Jason's golden-brown eyes grew wide in fright at the weapons. He knew that the drunks can easily beat him up with blades that are about 7 inches long.

Jason cough up some blood after sending a man away with a few punches and a kick. There is now only 1 man left who easily found a major part to the human body, the liver, with the sharp knife. The man easily vanished into the darkened street, leaving Jason sputtering, leaning, on a brick wall.

Kathy started to sob as she inched herself to her savior. "Oh, Jace.... I...." she dew out in shock from all the blood from the terrible wound. Jason looked up and coughed out some more blood, "Kathy, please leave me. I... don't have much time here. I just want you to be safe, so please...go. I will be fine." he rasped a lie softly, as he smiled to show red teeth. The woman nodded, "Thanks for saving me, Jace. I... I will get some help, I... I promise." she said before running out the alleyway.

Jason stared up at the night sky, as he felt the pain and fight weaken him greatly. Jason also felt relieved that Kathy is alright, as his eye sight started to blur.

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Brodir watched intently as the fight progressed beneath him. The young man was bold. He seemed to throw himself into the fight fully, despite the odds. Still the odds were against him, this was not a fight he could win easily, nor one where he would come out unscathed. Still he fought on bravely despite some of the injuries he had to endure. Though he seemed to give pretty much as good as he got. Brodir was actually quite impressed with the young man.

Though the girl whose rescue he had come to was a little disappointing. She just stood there and watched. She didn't go for help or anything. Brodir wondered if she was simple or just wanted to watch someone take a beating for her. Brodir just couldn't understand why she wasn't going for help. Well its not like Brodir was doing anything but he did want to see how things went for the young man.

Brodir suddenly thought that this was a fight the young man might want to forfeit. His assailants began to produce rather large blades. Brodir couldn't determine whether the young man was incredibly brave or stupid. Perhaps some combination of the two. He didn't seem to let the knives deter him too much. Though the attackers seemed to have a murderous intent about them now. Still the young man was intent to fight on. So Brodir decided not to intervene but watch to see what fate would unfold for this young man.

Eventually he managed to get the number of opponents down to one, however it was a little too late. The young man seemed exhausted and his final opponent managed to strike home with his blade. The coward that this knife wielder was then fled after stabbing the young man. Brodir let the man get out of sight of the young man and the girl he had successfully defended. Brodir used his superior speed to catch up to the man with the knife. After that, well let's just say the knife wielder exited this world quickly.

Brodir then quickly returned to his previous perch on the roof of Pete's. Finally the woman had gone to her rescuers side, she knew the man by name, Jace she called him. Now this Kathy as Jace had called her finally decided to go for help. Brodir thought this Kathy was quite the bad friend, perhaps if she had sought out help sooner Jace wouldn't have been so critically injured. Jace's assessment of his wound came to the conclusion that it was critical at least. With the woman leaving Brodir decided to take a closer look.

Coming to a quiet landing, Brodir knelt down next to Jace saying in a soft tone, "Jace, let me look at your wound." Brodir dipped his finger in the blood seeping from the wound. The blood was black, Jace's assessment had been correct, he didn't have much time left. "The blade struck your liver, you were correct you don't have much time left." This whole situation resembled how Brodir was made vampire, and it was when he lay there dieing that Ysabel had come to him. She had offered Brodir the chance to live. Perhaps it was time for Brodir to become a maker he thought to himself. Yes, Brodir decided to offer Jace the same choice Ysabel offered him.

Brodir looked the young man in the eyes, "Jace, my name is Brodir. I am vampire. I am here to offer you a choice. You can choose to die here or you can allow me to make you vampire." This was almost word for word what Ysabel had said to him, though not in English of course. Brodir hadn't spoken English at the time. "What do you choose?"

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason laid there as he felt himself slowly leaving. The bleeding mortal sighed, as he sat up a little against the brick wall. The bar tender's head then turned to see a figure approach him. A fairly pale looking man walked up and seemed to check out the wound that the drunks gave him.

Jason looked at Brodir a bit groggily and nodded politely before wincing. "Ouch, my side really hurts." he groaned a little from the pain, as Brodir walked closer to the mortal. Jace looked up at the pale man that looked closer to Jason's wound to examine it. Jason knew that he has his liver cut, as Brodir told him that it is cut by the knife.

Jason looked up, after his head bowed a little from the agony, again as Brodir told him who he is and what his name is. (Vampire? This is interesting.) Jason thought slowly, as he fought through the throbbing ache. His mind thought of what Jason wanted. Yes, to turning into a vampire, and Jace knows that it is too early for him to leave Earth behind.

Jason looked at Brodir with really, blurred vision and nodded. "I choose to be a vampire, Brodir. I am accepting your offer. My name is Jason...I am a bar tender to Pete's, and people call me Jace." the weak mortal said in a very, hoarse voice. The male, human's head nodded, agreeing with his decision. Golden-brown eyes slowly started to droop even farther, but fought to keep them open to foggily look at Brodir.

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Brodir looked down at the dying human and stared once more if considering if this is what he wanted. To become a maker, to create progeny was a big responsibility. Brodir decided yes, perhaps the void Brodir has felt in his life was the lack of progeny. "Very well Jason, you must know that you will be dead for the next three nights before you rise as vampire. There are also dangers for us in this world." But Jason had made his choice, he would soon discover any consequences of that choice. Brodir leaned down to start the primary part of the vampire creating process. Soon Brodir was left with Jason lifeless body, now on to the next part.

Brodir flew Jason's body to another apartment building he owned in the city. On top of this Brodir maintained a green house that he used as a backup resting spot for the day. If necessary Brodir kept a section of the greenhouse available so he could bury himself for the day, it would be a suitable spot to bury himself and Jason for the next three nights till they rise together as maker and progeny. Brodir entered the locked green house with his key and inspected the area to see that it had remained undisturbed since his last visit. All of the residents of the building were glamoured into never trying to enter the greenhouse.

Brodir took off his jacket and boots, stowing them in a cabinet with some other spare clothing. His jacket and boots were the only thing he never buried himself in. Brodir walked over to the vacant flower bed that he knew was secretly deep enough to bury himself and someone else. The green house was built atop an elevated foundation so that's why there were stairs to get in the front door. This also allowed four feet in which to bury himself if necessary.

Brodir dug a hole in the flower bed deep enough that he could lay with his progeny for the next three nights. Brodir gently lay Jason's body into the hole before putting away the shovel. He then laid down in the hole next to Jason and began pulling the soil over top of them. Brodir has buried himself several times over the course of his lifetime and has gotten quite good at it. No sunlight would disturb them as they slumbered together.

***THREE NIGHTS LATER***

Brodir felt Jason stirring next to him in the soil on that third night. Brodir dug his way to the surface first. As he breached the surface he grabbed a hold of Jason, guiding him up as well. Brodir had intentionally left out the burying part. He wanted to see how Jason would react to waking up in what was essentially a shallow grave. If he could handle this shock, it would give Brodir an example of how his new progeny will react to some of the other things a young vampire has to deal with. As Jason breached the top of the soil himself Brodir said, "Welcome back."

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason's eyes, that are half closed, looked at Brodir calmly and did a soft nod. He understood what Brodir meant about vampires. His golden-brown eyes blinked a few times before he slowly as Brodir started the process in turning the bar tender into a vampire. Jason easily let himself die, after the first process of turning into a vampire, knowing that he will back on Earth as a vampire in 3 days.

---Three Nights Later---

Jason started to stir in his new life. He felt compacted into a small area and started feeling the earning to dig out of the substance, which is dirt. The newborn vampire felt someone guiding him and easily breached out of the grave. His golden-brown eyes blinked as he took in his surroundings before looking at Brodir. "Thanks for the greeting." he said, as he nicely grinned at his creator.

Jace sighed as he wondered what to do, before feeling a large convulsion in hunger. "Do you have any trueblood? Or do I need to go hunting?" he gasped from the pain that came form his stomach. His also felt the burning pain in his throat and blinked a slowly as he fought the first pain for blood. His eyes looked at Brodir, as he waited to hear on what he should do next.

The newborn vampire knew that the hunger for blood will be a pain that he has to deal with for the rest of his immortal life as a vampire. Thoughts also started to swirl around his mind and kept wondering if he can keep his job, as a bar tender in Pete's or not.

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Brodir looked at his progeny with a stern face, "There is to be no hunting for now. When you are ready for that we will discuss it. For now we shall get you some TruBlood." Hopefully Jason would listen to Brodir and not disobey him about the hunting. Brodir stood up and stepped out of the flower bed. "First a change of clothing. Your dirty, bloody clothes will attract too much unwanted attention." Brodir tossed Jason some spare clothing that he keeps in the cabinet. "These should fit."

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After getting dressed in a fresh pair of clothing, Brodir slipped into his jacket and put on his boots. Looking at Jason Brodir asked, "Did you have a car back at Pete's? If so it was probably towed away by now? It has been three nights after all, and your friend probably called the police. When you disappeared for three night they probably started a formal investigation." Brodir finished tying his boot laces, "There will a lot to handle and explain. Are you up for that?" If he wasn't perhaps Brodir made a bad choice in progeny, though he doubted it.

Brodir gave Jason a once over, "Come, I shall fly us to my apartment. I have TruBlood there." Flying them both there would be the easiest thing to do at the moment. "Shall we?", Brodir asked motioning to the exit.

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason winced a little by the stern face, "Sorry, if I said something bad." he apologized to Brodir. His actions sort of reminded him of a child and is slightly embarrassed about the reaction he gave. He stared up again after a second of looking at his dirty clothes. "Okay." he said softly as Brodir stated that Jason should have true blood. The newborn vampire easily caught the clothes before heading off to a room and easily changing in the t-shirt and jeans. His golden-brown eyes studied the clean clothes and is slightly happy. The jeans fitted perfectly, except that the t-shirt hung on a bit loosely that he liked it. Well, it is better then wearing dirty clothes that he has on the floor in front of him.

Jason then walked out of the room as he messed with the t-shirt before staring up at Brodir. He listened to his creator talk before answering the questions and statements. "Yes, I have a car at Pete's a small, white Honda. Yeah, there is a 24 hour limit to have a car parked in the parking lot. My car will be towed, yes." Jason said before pausing as he think of something else to say. "Yeah, Kathy will definitely call the police about the attack and me wounded. She always kept her word." he nodded his head slowly before stuffing his hands in his jean's pockets. "I guess, I will be able to handle the police... I think." he sighed a bit uncertain about it, but willing to deal with the event.

Jason walked forward a few steps before pausing to listen to Brodir. (Fly?) he gaze asked with curiosity in his thought and eyes. He blinked them a few times as he got a grip on what he just heard and nodded. "Yes, I agree with flying instead of driving or walking." he said nicely before thinking (I just don't like heights, though). Jason looked calm as he stepped up to his creator to show he is ready for the flight to Brodir's apartment.

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Brodir lead Jason outside and locked the greenhouse door behind them. Brodir turned and regarded Jason, "I hope you are not the type to feel too awkward about being carried by another man." Not that Brodir really cared if he did or not, it was the only way for them to fly together after all. Though certain things such as this seemed to insult certain men's masculinity, despite the fact that it would be necessary for fly together. "This will be a relatively short trip, as I can fly at very high speeds. You might want to brace yourself for it." Though all vampires, even baby vampires could move at very high speeds, Jason had never done so. Considering he just stepped out of his grave, so to speak. Brodir picked Jason up and took to the skies, heading very fast in the direction of his apartment building.

***Moments Later***

Brodir landed softly on the roof of his apartment building and let Jason down. "I will teach you how to move at such fast speeds, and you will only get faster with age. Though flying doesn't come till much later, around a thousand years give or take century." Brodir check Jason over, "How was the flight for you, it did not bother you did it?"

Brodir unlocked the door from the roof and lead Jason down to his apartment. Brodir unlocked this door and entered. "Please come in. Though you don't need an invitation to enter my place, you will need one for any dwelling owned by a mortal. And they can revoke that invitation if they so choose." That was an important basic Jason needed to know. Brodir took to vampire existence so naturally these nights, hopefully he wouldn't forget to inform his progeny about anything just because he would never consider doing it.

Brodir motioned to the refrigerator, "There is TruBlood in the refrigerator, its O-Negative, as that is the only 'flavor' I like." Honestly it was the only flavor Brodir could stand and that wasn't saying much. TruBlood was really just awful compared to human blood, but Jason didn't need to know that yet. Brodir would let him get used to it before he took him hunting. "TruBlood is served warm, so put two bottles in the microwave and hit the TruBlood button twice." It was one of those new microwaves marketed to vampires and had the addition of a TruBlood preset button on it. The preset actually got the TruBlood to the right temperature.

Brodir sat at his kitchen table and waited for Jason to come over and sit down with the two bottles of TruBlood. Brodir excepted the warm bottle offered to him by Jason and motioned for him to have a seat. Brodir gave his bottle a shake before opening, "I find shaking it helps distribute the heat better through out the synthetic blood. Sometimes the heat seems to get trapped in pockets." Brodir took a drink of the synthetic blood, which still tasted like mud to him, but at least the O-Negative was a smooth mud.

Brodir watched Jason's reaction to his first taste of TruBlood, "So, what questions do you have about your new existence?" That seemed like a good a place as any to start tutoring him on his new existence.

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason walked up to Brodir who said something that made him shrug his shoulders. He really did not mind being carried by other men. Jace heard Brodir who said the trip will be short before Jason's creator took him him to the skies. Jason set his jaw in a grimace, as he closed his eyes, he really... really hated heights. He fixed his golden-brown eyes closed to not let himself get sick as the world flew by him, as Brodir carried Jace to the creator's apartment.

Moments passed....


Finally, Jason suddenly felt land under his feet and opened his eyes. (That was a ride and a half.) he thought as he straightened his clothes a little. (I am fine with running, but not flying. At least it takes a long, long time to fly.) the newborn vampire felt sort of relieved. "The flight was alright, except I hate heights... a lot." he said politely as he took a few steps before pausing unsure if he is allowed inside.
Finally, Brodir granted him the invite to go inside. The newborn vampire felt relieved to know that he doesn't need an invite to be in Brodirs. (I will always knock and ask to go in. Its good manners to do so, even when I don't need an invite to be in Brodir's apartment.) he thought to himself.

Jason walks into the kitchen and took out 2 true bloods as Brodir told him to do. He also followed the directions to heat up the fake blood. After a few minutes, Jason walks up to the kitchen table and softly handed a bottle of true blood to Brodir, before sitting down with a bottle in his right hand.
Jason nodded before giving his a shake as Brodir shook his. "One question, does the bottle explode when I shake too hard. I was just wondering if these bottles are like soda cans that explode, when opened, after they are shaken too hard." he said to his creator as he carefully opened his bottle of fake blood, ready in case it exploded or splashed the blood in his face. He then took a sip and sloshed around his mouth before wincing. (Tastes horrible, like the pink stuff you drink to stop bad stomachaches.) he thought with a grimace. He took another sip and felt that his thirst was weaker then before. (Weird) he thought as he held a grimace on his face, as he took another draw of true blood.

"Hm." he said as Brodir ask him what questions he has about his new life. "Is no reflection in the mirror real? Is garlic harmful to vampires? Or are those myths? All I know is that I can't go out to the sun... and that I need a coffin? I also know about the stake in the heart is bad... Are there other things that I don't know of...hurt vampires that I need to know?" he asked calmly, before pausing as to let Brodir answer his questions.

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Brodir listened to Jason's questions amused by how some of the myths, some started by vampires themselves, still hold sway over people's minds. "Yes both the no reflection and the being repulsed by garlic are myths." At least he knows he doesn't sparkle in the sunlight. "Sunlight is a bane to our kind. While it would not destroy you quickly the weakness to the sun increases with age. I would burn rather fast in the sunlight unlike you. Coffins are a personal preference, you really only need a place safe from the sun to rest during the day." Brodir never like coffins himself but again it is a personal preference.

Brodir gave a grim smile to Jason, "Yes a stake to the heart will end your nightly existence very fast." Brodir thought for a second about the times he has been silvered. "Silver is now also something that can cause you great pain and weakness. It is one of the few things that can completely incapacitate a vampire." Brodir's expression softened a bit, "So if you have any silver jewelry it is time to get rid of it." Brodir supposed fire was worth mentioning but really that can kill anything. "Fire is also a danger, but really isn't it a danger to everything? There is also the aforementioned invitation into a mortals home."

Brodir wondered if he should tell Jason that a maker has power over his progeny. Yes, he decided, he didn't want to seem like he was hiding anything from him. "There is also the fact that as your maker, I have power over you. I can give you commands you must obey and I can also summon you at will."

Brodir thought if there was anything else he should cover. "You should also know that the powers you now wield can make a monster of you if you let them. I myself was quite the monster once upon a time. I like to think that I have matured since then." Brodir was actually a bit ashamed of those nights, "There is nothing that acting like a monster can really bring you in the end. I would caution you against giving into your darker impulses just because you can." Then Brodir thought of the reason that he had avoided becoming a maker all these years, "But I wish to allow you to become the vampire you choose to be. Though I should caution you to choose wisely."

Brodir resumed drinking his TruBlood. He covered everything for now, except of course vampire culture. "There is the matter of vampire culture. We have our own laws and leadership. But we shall get into that another time. For now treat any other vampire you meet with respect, but check with me before listening to anything they say." Brodir stared at his newly created progeny, "Is there any other questions that you have?"

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason's eye brows slight rose to his air line as he heard that refection and garlic are really myths. He then listened to Brodir and nodded as he understood the sunlight fact of killing vampires. "I guess I need to buy some blinds for my house." he said, mostly to himself, loudly. He then nodded about the coffin. (Better then nothing.) he thought to himself as he kept listening to his creator.

"I really don't have anything silver...except a wrist watch. It has been in my family since the World War 1." he said to Brodir with a nod again. He will have to call Kathy to retrieve it and maybe say that its a gift to her. His golden-brown eyes looked up as heard about fire. "Yes, fire a threat to everyone on Earth." he said as he finished his true blood bottle. His hunger seemed to be gone, for now.

(Oh, okay. I will better listen for the commands and orders from Brodir.) he made sure to put it in his mind, that he can be ready for a command of thought or something much similar.
He then heard about the power and looked up from looking at the ground. "I really don't want to be a monster. I will try to fight to have control on my behavior. Well, who knows what will happen to me." Jason finished politely.

"I was wondering how many times I need to feed per week. I should add that should I stay away from humanity for the next few weeks so I can learn to control my instincts and such?" he said politely to Brodir as he cocked his head very slightly.

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A valid question Brodir thought as he smiled at his progeny in approval, "A valid question. You will find that are need to feed doesn't differ that much from a human's need." Brodir motioned toward the empty bottles of TruBlood, "It can vary from vampire to vampire but you can go as long as a human would without feeding. The only thing is that as you get older you will require less blood to fill you." Brodir considered Jason's next comment, "As long as you stay well fed on TruBlood, you should be able to be around humans. But if you feel hungry at all, go get a TruBlood right away."

Brodir didn't know a lot about his new progeny but the fact that he stood up for and even gave his life to save another, he wouldn't want to kill someone accidentally. "Again you shouldn't ever be hungry when around humans, that is a good way to lose control of yourself. I am relatively sure you don't want to kill anyone who doesn't deserve it." Brodir decided to caution Jason against trying out feeding on a human just yet. "I would also warn you against trying human blood for the time being. Feeding on human blood has a certain amount of euphoria attached to it, learning to stop before you kill your vessel can be one of the hardest things to do."

Brodir looked Jason in the eyes, "I won't lie to you, human blood is infinitely better than the synthetic, bottled kind. That is one of the reasons it is difficult to learn to stop drinking once you have started."

Brodir decided to change the subject, he did not want to make Jason too curious about human blood yet. "Anyways if you plan to be around humans I should give you a crash course in our ability to glamour them." Brodir smiled now, "Our you interested in learning about that now?" Of course he should be, it is one of the more interesting powers a vampire possessed. Though it is was also a power that can make a monster out of you very quickly, in very subtle ways.

[JASON WESTON TYLE]

Jason listened into Brodir and was slightly interested that he hasn't need to feed often when Jace becomes older. (Interesting, indeed.) he thought to himself before listening to Brodir some more. His golden-brown eyes blinked clamly as he listened to what Brodir has to say about vampires and feeding.

(Trueblood, nothing else. Okay.) the newborn vampire told himself. He also hears that Jace should never be hungry around humans and quickly stamped that in his mind. He nodded to Brodir's words that he doesn't want to kill anyone innocent. It is definitely something that Jason is persuaded to not to do, to kill innocents...but to help the ones that need it the most. Of course, that has to wait until later in his immortal life.

Jason paused when he heard about glamor and nodded. "I quite willing to learn to glamor, if your up to teaching me." he told Brodir politely. His has heard a little bit of glamor in the bar by the mortals, but has never felt it or seen it happen in his mortal life. Jace feels quite ready to learn how glamor people to do things or something along that line.

The newborn vampire then waited to listen and learn from Brodir. If, Jace's creator is ready to teach a very open minded student to be a well behaved vampire. Jason blinked calmly and patiently as he got himself ready to learn.