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There had been something very satisfying in ending Low Shoulder's short lived career. Especially being able to do it with her own hands. Never would she had imagined how good it would feel to end someone's life. Not even when she killed Jennifer had she felt this good. It had been because of those douchebags that she had lost so many friends and had to put Jennifer down in the first place. Of all the small towns and shitty little bars in the world, they just had to come to her neck of the woods. It was clear, they didn't give a damn whose lives they ruined as long as they got their success.

Needy found herself smirking as she thought that over. She could only guess that they didn't read the fine print. No deal with the devil goes off without a hitch. There was always a price past the sacrifice and now they were rotting in hell as proof of it. The only thing that would have made her feel even better was actually getting to see their faces as their souls were damned. Maybe, just maybe now that they were gone, she wouldn't have to hear that damn song anymore either. That would just have to be enough, knowing they wouldn't be releasing anymore shitty music was a gift onto its self.

Silently she finally exited the hotel, not even bothering to look back. The deed was done and now she could work on piecing some semblance of her life back together. Though what sort of life she was going to have was up in the air, considering she feel herself changing. She hadn't a clue how long she had before was no longer human, but in any case there was a small voice in the back of her mind, telling her it was time to live for Needy. The old Needy Lesnicki was gone, doormat no longer, the new Needy would take what she wanted and not look back. Lost in her thoughts, she walked away from the hotel with no particular destination in mind.

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Hotels were always good hunting grounds, plenty of people and emotions running around to feed off of. He didn't really think of it as feeding, even if he supposed that's what he was doing. It had been a good night so far. He had been working on a particularly stoned groupie in the parking lot when he felt it. This intense rush of energy and emotion. Far, far greater than anything he felt off of any human. He couldn't get any kind of coherency from it. All jumbled together in a big black mass of... power.

Whatever that was he had to find it. He quickly made his excuses to... uh, whatever her name was. She wasn't all that interested in him anyway. From there he was able to pick out a solitary hooded figure. He took off in a jog after them. It couldn't be someone like him, could it? "Hey! Short dark and scary, wait up!"

Startled from her reveries, Needy stopped in her tracks and turned toward the voice calling out to her. At least she assumed it was her, he was speaking too. A strange feeling began forming in the pit of her stomach, tugging at her growing senses. Something wasn't right with him. He didn't feel like everyone else. A frown formed on her face as her back stiffened, signalling a strong urge to fight if she had too.

"Do you want something?" She asked, a slight edge to her voice.

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Closer to her gave him a stronger high than the average person. That alone gave him pause before he responded. "Yeah, so. I was getting these really crazy ass vibes back there. We're talking the biggest head rush contact high thing," he said quickly and gestured with his hands of emphasis. "Like I was just doing my thing then -- BAM!" At that point, he realized he wasn't answering her question, not clearly anyway. Take a breath, Kadin. Back up.

"Okay. There's something off with your whole vibe," he said a little more slowly, "And it's really, really messing with my head because this never happens. Usually it's just like this dull hum but you're putting off these thumping drums. You know what I mean?" Somehow it fails to occur to him that that isn't any better of an answer.

Needy found herself staring at the man blankly for a moment, his words going right over head as he rambled on about vibes. Not too long after she began to frown in confusion and she was the one who was suppose to be crazy here. At least the folks at the mental institution thought she was crazy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, lightly shaking her head at the same time. Though that feeling at the pit of her stomach was pulling even harder now that he was close. It was still too new of a sensation for her to recognize what it meant, but whatever it was trying to tell her was putting her on edge.

Blank stares were really par for the course for him. He was undeterred and flashed a smile. "You're different. Like crazy different. I mean that in a good way! Like everyone else is kind of, you know..." he trailed off a little then got himself back on topic. "Don't ask me how I can tell because I really don't know. Nobody really gave a manual on these things, it just sort of happens. Weird feelings and powers and shit," he said, talking fast again. The faster he talked the less sense he tended to make.

He reels himself back in again and extends a hand to her. "Anyway, nice to meet you, my name is Kadin."

That had managed to catch her attention and made her a bit weary of him. Her paranoia in general couldn't exactly take his words at face value. Though she was confident enough in her own new found abilities that she could defend herself if things suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"Right...I'm Needy." She replied warily, stepping forward to shake his hand. "What do you mean by different?" She asked, looking at him intently. She didn't just want to assume he was talking about her slow descent into becoming a succubus, but she couldn't think of anything else he might have picked up on.

Kadin's hand was much warmer than you'd expect, but otherwise he gave a completely normal hand shake. "You know, different!" he failed to clarify. Luckily he realized he failed.

When he pulled his hand back he reached deep into one of his pockets. "Okay. So. Different like you can do stuff," he still failed to clarify. From his pocket he pulled a lighter. "Like I can do this," he said a clicked lighter. A flame came up and he reached out with his other hand and put a finger in the flame. The flame spread from his finger and into his hand. He moved his hand face up so the flame could gather in a ball in his palm.

Grinning, he said, "Cool, huh? Well, hot but you know what I mean."

Instinctively she stepped back as she watched him do that thing with the fire. Her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't even thought it was possible to surprise her anymore, considering all the things she had seen and what she had just done earlier.

Needy was pretty darn certain, she couldn't do anything like that with fire. She wasn't even sure if she could heal, like Jennifer could, but then again she hadn't exactly feed like Jennifer either. She was fairly sure that she was still a bit too human for that yet...but who knew how long that would last.

"...That's...what exactly are you?" She asked, her eyes still drawn to the ball of flame in his palm.

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