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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:08 pm
Tired from a long day of playing field medic, Dr. Acinemod wandered the halls searching for more patients. It was always her nature to help people until she conked out for an undetermined amount of time. Blood stains formed constellations on her white medical coat, but you couldn't really tell since the darkness owned most of the mansion. Random bullet casings rolled out from between her fingertips and made discordant music on the floor. It was time for a glass of wine, a warm shower, and a nice bed. However, none of the three ever came in that particular order and never close to the same time. That was the luck of everyone in that godforsaken mansion. Even the owner was a sleep deprived insanity. Thump, thump, thump. Her leather boots pounded lightly against the floor as she rounded the corner and ran into a random shadow. Who's was it? Not responding much to the shadow, she simply brushed the dirt from her black pants, brushed the dark curls that framed her porcelean face with her fingers, and fixed her coat into a comfortable position. The doc was too delirious to try to guess the being's identity, though it did seem new. Small terrorist alerts started jingling off in her mind. Her conscience simply turned down their volume, interested in what Acinemod's body would do in a situation with a new entity under drastic conditions. Sighing lightly, she picked her head up from its drooping position and let her silvery blue eyes roll on the backlit fellow. She parted her lips to speak, but only after she had half tried to translate his foreign language. French was it? "Anglais parler vous dérange? Je ne sais pas beaucoup le français. Je suis seulement un docteur." ((All too well, Spirit. ^^ ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:38 pm
It wasn't long before the woman had entered his field of vision. She herself was a sight to see, be it one drenched in a viscous dark-red substance. The tell-tale aroma of blood gave away it's nature almost-instantly, the smell so maddeningly-thick he could almost taste its coppery flavor on his lips. Taking a quick peek at the trail behind her, he could make out a zig-zag trail of bullet jackets behind her. However, what truly struck him was her being able to speak his tongue. Almost every being in the mansion he has met has only been able to speak English, although it wasn't rare to meet one who could speak Russian, but it wasn't surprising given the mansion's location. His pale face developed a small, fang-bearing smile; this was truly a pleasant surprise.
The man crouched down to set both the book and the wine bottle down on the floor, but kept the metal sphere in his hand. He brought himself back upright, sweeping ivory strands out of his face as he did, revealing crimson eyes and two tiny white daggers slipped over his lower lip. "Oui je fais, mademoiselle, mais j'ai—" He stopped as he spoke, and his face took on a look of deep thought. Not but a few moments later, he once more took on a light smile. "Yes I do, mademoiselle, but I have slight difficulty speaking it. I only learned English about twenty years ago. I can make conversation, but do not be surprised if I lapse into brief moments of French." He advanced upon the woman, his walk having a slight sway to it, and once within a meter or two of her, bent over at the waist in a slight bow, one arm crossed over his chest as he did so. "Anton Donatien Mercer, at your service, mademoiselle." Still bowed over, he looked up at her face, red eyes gleaming inquiringly. "And what may I call you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 1:04 pm
The crouch made her heart jump, for she didn't trust the male and knew he wasn't normal. Crouching was usually the precursor to jumping in the mansion. Coincidentally, the majority of strange entities within the house used such a trick day after day. It was the old,"Oh, I wonder what that is on the floor", trick. Acinemod tried to wake herself up my fixing her posture. It did little good. The doctor just about slammed into the wall stumbling. Today was more extensive than usual, which was why her eyes were locked on the wine bottle. Oh, to have a drink would be wonderful. Then things got interesting. The automatic defense system of Acinemod Irralius detected something interesting. Fangs. They were the next thing to catch her eye. Though it did not show on her face, her iris' seized in a way that left her pupils gain ground and lose it for a few seconds. The war machine within fired up its engines. Still, it was not yet the right time, or right at all, to attack. Acinemod paid close attention to each of his movements as he spoke. This one would be a tough call. All the male before her had done was ask her name and mention that he had slight difficulty speaking English. There was nothing orally threatening, not even the tone of his voice, but the fangs still remained. Her mind fought. "Nothing orally threatening?! The teeth are included in the mouth. The mouth is ORAL. How are his fangs not orally threatening?!" Acinemod closed her eyes for a second or two and smiled, brushing away her conscience. "My name is Doctor Acinemod Alexia Irralius, anesthesiologist and surgeon. You may call me anything you like as long as it is nothing you'd honestly consider offensive. I remember one girl used to call me Cookie and a young boy called me Medic. People are interesting." Not leaving an inch of silence Acinemod pushed the spotlight of the subject "interesting" on Anton. "You're quite interesting yourself. Its been a while since I've run into someone who spoke french. I may butcher the language at times so don't be surprised. Still, what's most interesting are those pearly whites of yours. I've seen many with jaws like that before." Her statement left room wide open for his explanation, his confession. Acinemod didn't exactly know he was a vampire. It was rare to run into a human who had filed down their teeth. Still, it wasn't like she didn't run into them at all. Strange people was her business.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:27 pm
Anton noticed this woman called Acinemod was a little jumpy, and quickly attributed it to his appearance and mannerisms. After righting himself from placing his few possessions down, the first thing he noticed was that she was pushing herself away from the wall, presumably after backing into it. Studying her carefully as she studied him, he noticed one of the places her eyes drifted was in the direction of his wine. Excellent, he thought with a mental smirk, It seems I may have a drinking companion for the evening. Looking briefly upon the mirror-like sphere in his hand, he placed it in his pocket and returned his gaze to her. Upon her mention of his teeth, his tongue briefly passed his lips and touched the tips of both fangs, then returned inside his mouth as his lips once more curled into a small smile. Since she was evidently a bit strung out, he guessed that saying he was a vampire would be, aside from partially-untrue, not very wise. "Ah, you find my fangs interesting, yes? I tired of the sang-buveurs mistaking me for a human, so I filed them to help me... as you say, blend in." Anton knew his was straight-forward enough to explain his teeth, yet vague enough to not say exactly what he was. Attempting to keep the conversation going, not even remembering the last time he spoke another being was, he decided to play off of Acinemod's admission of her profession. "You are a doctor? And one specializing in douleur-taquets at that?" He offered a rather coy smile, giving a soft, almost purr-like chuckle. "You yourself seem interested in the 'anesthesia' I have with me." Raising one black-nailed hand to fiddle with strands of snow-white hair, Anton cocked his head to one side as he continued speaking. "Please don't think me rude when I say this, but the tension around you could be cut with a knife, my dear. May I join you for a drink?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 1:01 pm
Everything he had said before quickly stripped itself away from her mind when he said,"May I join you for a drink?" It was as if God dropped down from the clouds and handed her the key to heaven. No one in the mansion EVER gave up their wine, especially if the wine was any good. Acinemod's mouth opened up a little in shock and began to water. "Luck is just pulling my chain." She couldn't have agreed less with herself. Never did she imagine the words of another. Misinterpret them yes, but not imagine. Acinemod maneuvered herself to stand and walked slowly towards him. "That is the most lovely idea I've heard today. Yes, I would be delighted." Her walk was more like a crazed approach. Despite her reaction, Acinemod was no drunk. If she could in a normal environment, she'd measure out the exact amount she wanted for the day based on what her intake was. "I have to go to my room first and get these bloody clothes off before I get attacked, though. You can come if you'd like. Otherwise, I'll just return here and we can drink in the dining room or somewhere acceptable." There was nothing less attractive to her than being dressed in blood with dirt on her pants. Plus, she gun powder residue in her throat. Oh how she hated when that happened. Acinemod waited for his answer before walking off down a few long halls and pressed open two double doors that, in her opinion, weighed a ton more than they should. The room was nothing magnificent. A misplaced balcony dangled awkwardly over the left side of the room, which fell parallel to the bed placed 20 feet from the entrance to the room. There were three doors to the right. The one with the frosted glass door was obviously the bathroom, seeing as how it was half open and displaying a sliding door shower. Two dark brown sliding doors marked the deep closet and a few secrets unknown to all others. Acinemod looked over at the oddly placed tables and chairs with a smile. "Move the furniture as you like it. I'm not much of an interior designer. My sheets and pillows are all white. Just please don't try to move the marble items outside of the room. I gained a patient that way. Note that the kitchen is the door to the right corner. The glasses are in the china cabinet beside the kitchen door. Look around all you want. Excuse me while I renew myself." Giving him instructions whether he came or not, Acinemod walked over to her bathroom and closed the door, locking it with the three locks on the inside. This was a normal practice for her for there was no one on this earth she wanted to join her. If she needed anything, she could simply unlock the door within her bathroom to her closet and get what she wanted. The room was designed with efficiency in mind.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 8:00 pm
While Anton continued to smile on the outside, he gave a mental frown when she said she planned to change out of her blood-stained clothes. Damn, he thought, Now why would she do that? Not objecting so as not to risk sounding insane, he watched as she walked down the hall and forced the large double doors open. Crouching down to pick up his wine and his book, he followed after her at a leisurely pace, not seeing a point in rushing anything. Scanning the room as she told him where to locate the glasses, he gave a slight sigh of content. This just might be a good evening after all. As she excused herself to bathe, he gave a small wave and called after her in a vaguely joking voice, "I shall eagerly await for your return, mademoiselle." Once the glass door closed, Anton could hear multiple locks being secured, and promtly waltzed over to the kitchen door she spoke of. Opening it, he quickly located the china cabinet and drew two wine glasses from within it. Choosing one of the tables, he gingerly placed the wine glasses down and pulled two chairs up to the table. Setting the wine and the book down, he gave the room another once-over to see if he could find anything interesting. Out of the corner of his eye he detected movement, and snapped his head in that direction to see a rat scurrying along the far edge of the room. At once he felt his thirst surface, and raised a hand to clasp the side of his head with a growl of pain. Damn... I can't even remember the last time I fed... With the speed and agility of a beast, Anton darted clear across the room for the animal in an instant, snatching the rodent before it even became aware of his presence. As it started to give off a shreik, he quickly tightened his grip and crushed it before it could cry. Lowering his mouth to his hand to lap up as much of the rat's lifeblood as he could, he made his way to a window and tossed the lifeless body out to fall to the ground below. Licking what few drops remained in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but mentally criticize himself. Good God, I'm revolting... Quickly regaining composure, he sauntered back over to the chosen table and uncorked the wine bottle, and began to pout drinks for both himself and Acinemod, pondering on what he what kind of conversation he could muster.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 4:21 pm
Nude. Oh, there were precious few times where being so was euphoric and this was one of them. Standing in silence, Acinemod closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Blood, shaken from her hair, fell to the tile floor."When am I going to retire?" In voluntary blindness, the fatigued doctor proceeded into her sliding door shower and turned on the water. It was cold, but only for a moment. Awareness of temperature faded away like the life force of those who died whirled down the drain. Life was so short for those without weapons and skills. Acinemod reached over to her surgical scrub, threw some strange soap on it, and rubbed away at her arms and legs. Besides her hair, they were the most contaminated. Scrubbing with such intensity made hair stop growing back. "Why the hell should I grow back if you're just gonna scrub me to death?" Without personal care razors for decades, Acinemod happily enjoyed one of the only real perks of her job.
Ten minutes crawled by and the physician had just finished scrubbing the hell out of her limbs. Acinemod tossed her hair back and shot it with a strange bottle of white substance. It almost seemed...sterile. Her hair seized for a minute, working the substance in, and then went limp. "Sorry Charlie. Tonight is not the night to attack the guest. Its lights out for you. Do forgive me." Water flushed away the substance, leaving her hair free of foreign atoms. Acinemod picked up the strange soap again and used it to massage away the rest of the impurities on her body. The task was finally completed. One hand moved to turn off the water as the other opened the shower door so that two feet could guide her out of the steamy chamber. Acinemod reached over to her towel and quickly dried off her body. There was no need to touch her hair for it had unnatural drying properties. She was once again preped for battle on a sanitary level.
"What is he doing now?" It was spoken in the least accusing of tones. The strange doctor reached over to her usual robe and slipped it on, making sure to tie it tightly. If she wanted to show him anything she'd just walk out naked. Acinemod unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the main room. Spotting him at the table, she put on a genuine smile. "Anton, I must be dreaming. A warm shower, a drink, and a warm bed have met me all at once. I think I might just keep you here forever." Acinemod walked over to the table, pulled the comfy seat backwards, and plopped down lazily in it. Laughter chopped past her lips. The situation felt ridiculous. "Pardon my lack of posture. The day was more intense than usual. Please, sit if you'd like. The chairs won't bite for another week or two."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:45 pm
It was just as Anton had finished pouring the second glass that he heard the glass door slide open. Looking up to see Acinemod walking to the table in nothing but a robe, he offered her a grin as a show of greeting. As long as we are keeping things casual..., he thought, he crouched down and unlaced his boots, kicking them off his feet and off into a corner of the room. Finding an odd sense of comfort in the feel of the boards beneath his now-bare feet, he offered a small contented sigh. As she told him of her notion of dreaming and keeping him, he chuckled in amusement before giving his response. "I am grateful that you find my company so pleasurable, mademoiselle. If such is the case, consider me your companion for the remainder of the evening. I might even take up your offer and soyez pour toujours sur votre côté."
He seemed to take on a brief look of embarrasment, then once more smiled. "I'm sorry, my English escaped me once more." Taking his seat at her cue, he joined her in her laughter after her odd comment about the chairs. "I assure you, I would bite back twice as hard if they dared to." Once comforably seated, Anton gingerly grabbed his glass and held it to Acinemod, looking into her eyes and smiling warmly, fangs ever-present and gleaming with soft light. "A toast to the moment, relished and cherished before it fades." His smile remained, but his eyes took on a rather cloudy look, seeming to gaze past Acinemod and off into nothingness. "In a world where the closest to heaven one can be is in their mind, memories are key in preserving paradise. Loss of mind is loss of self, and the world will become as a painting, physical but fictional, and one needs to bleed simply to know they exist." After a moment or two, his eyes returned to focus, and he looked back to her with a rather embarrased look on his face, and quickly tried to think of a way to change the conversation. "If you don't mind my asking, may I ask exactly what you did that wore you out so much?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:47 pm
The fangs. Their presence made it difficult to turn off the alarms. Acinemod watched him very carefully as he made himself comfortable. It didn't bother her at all. In fact, she welcomed it. People weren't usually at ease around her and that bothered her. It wasn't like she was going to kill them for sneezing the wrong way. Only attackers would find themselves marred by her knives. Still, one question remained. Just how long would take for him to crack? By his words it seemed he might even stay forever. Would a friendship turn sour over a pyschophysiological need for blood? Acinemod trusted Anton as far as she could throw him, not that she would attempt such a throw. The being before her was a threat and now they were getting intoxicated together. Alcohol brings out the true feelings of a person. Would the doctor risk it? Acinemod picked up her glass and rose to her glass to the toast. That's when things started to get really odd. Anton went on a small speech about heaven and paradise. The physician almost dubbed him clinically insane until he snapped back to reality with a look of embarrassment. The insane never blush. Acinemod let him change the subject. "I can understand both French and English, though I'd probably tell you not to feel sorry anyway if I couldn't understand you. Don't jump through hoops for a human being. I severely doubt they could jump successfully through hoops for you. As for what wore me out so much, that would be vampires. A new group from the north headed in this morning. Though they were purebloods, they acted like halflings, mercilessly killing innocent people all for a single beverage. Some of them even went after the various creatures of this mansion. The death toll for today is up to 23: three male humans, fourteen female humans, five female vampires, and one male vampire. I ended up saving one kid. He suffered a gash on his left arm while running for his life. I put him to sleep in an unknown location. He'll be up in about 24 hours. I'm surprised he didn't lose his entire arm." Acinemod took a small sip of wine from her glass and then set it down on the table. There was something she wanted to test him with. Keeping an eye on the being before her, the strange doctor stood up from her chair and walked behind Anton, reaching for a spare chair to put behind him. Where else would she have him sit? The bed? Ha! That would be more suggestive than her tastes allowed. Acinemod moved herself back in front of him and placed her hands on his chest. With one soft yet forceful movement, she pushed him back into the chair to make him sit. Whether or not it would work was a mystery, but, in any case, she'd still attempt to place her right hand on his jaw to view his pearlies. It had been ages since she was able to study a live specimen with such a mouth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 9:30 pm
As Anton snapped from his trance of a toast, he couldn't help but notice the look Acinemod had given him. It crossed his mind that she didn't trust him, but even if such was the case, he could understand why. He knew full well that his appearence and mannerisms were more than enough to put off most people. Ignoring his feelings, he simply listened to the good doctor's story and took hold of the stem of his glass. "That is such a dissapointing thing to hear. I like to imagine that not all beings in this manor are driven purely by their bloodlust. I am at least glad to hear that a child at the very least could be saved. After all, the ones with greatest impact of the future are the young." Raising it to his lips, he tipped his head back and downed his drink with one inaudiable gulp. He had long since figured out that alcohol no longer affected him as it does a normal person. Attempting to find his limits, he was able to determine that in comparison to the human body taking one hour to metabolize half an ounce of alcohol, his body took less than ten minutes. The only reason he still drank was because he thoroughly enjoyed the taste of red wine. Setting the glass back down with a satisfied sigh, his attention was brought back to Acinemod, who was making his way behind him. Wondering what she had up her sleeve, when she pulled up a chair to sit behind him, he was instantly intrigued. He was somewhat startled when she placed her hands upon his chest, and simply hoped she wouldn't be alarmed. He lacked a normal bodily temperature for ages, and he was always colder than the corpses that littered the halls of the mansion. His body never heated even when he had fresh blood in his system. It was never much of a concern of his until just now, as there are rarely any beings he encounters that willingly make contact with him. However, once she laid her hands on his jaw, his hand automatically snapped into action and grabbed her wrist before he was even aware he had done so. Seeing her wrist in his grip, he released his grasp almost as fast as he had formed it. Now gently attempting to brush her hand away from his face, he tilted his head back to look her in the eye, wanting to make sure his upcoming point would be clear. "My apologies. Just as I'm sure you don't trust vampires, I myself don't trust doctors, scientists, or anything else of the like. I assure you, my canines have been filed so I can blend in, they did not grow like this naturally." Without righting himself of his upside-down position, he raised his free hand to her head, and began lazily fiddling with strands of her hair. "As long as we are on the subject of interesting features, perhaps you would be willing to explain your hair. Forgive me if I sound rude, but why does it smell as if you washed it with a drug?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:37 pm
Contact. It had been a while since the last time someone touched the strange doctor without the intentions of harm her. This fact made her a little depressed. Damn. The gap between affection and damage is a difficult place. It makes things so difficult for me. Feeble heart, don't go wild. Just because he's not offensive in this second doesn't mean he won't kill you in an hour." With that last sentence, she was brought back to reality at the wrong moment. Acinemod saw his hand out of the corner of her eye and froze. Anton was touching her hair and questioning about it. No one had ever noticed the scent of her hair products. Why would they? All were more concerned with other things about her. Hunger was the number one reason for attack. Second was being refused information only she knew. This female was not an ordinary specimen.
"There is no better way to wash bodily fluids out of your hair than with my own formula." Such a half lie. If she hadn't done something to her hair he'd probably be without his eyes by now. Acinemod's hair had a life of its own; however, it would die should the doctor become deceased. Some would refer it as a parasite. "Why? Does it bother you? How do you feel at this moment? I can smell a bit of animal on you, no offense." Yes, a bit of animal was correct. Besides the pesky rat that ran around her room, there were no other animals. Acinemod had been trying to catch this rat and failed time and time again. "Don't answer if the question makes you uncomfortable."
Then it happened. This strange doctor felt the urge to crawl on top of him and examine him thoroughly. Acinemod pulled herself away quickly and stumbled backwards into her own chair. A puzzle expression sat on her face. What the hell was that? Nothing like that had ever come over her before. No one had ever denied her access to their body. Then again, they were dead when she examined them. Dr. Irralius sat up and placed her back properly against the back of the chair. The glass of wine stared at her seductively. Why did it have to be so appealing? Resistance being futile, she picked up her glass and took another sip, faking a shiver. "Its a bit chilly in here." It was a desperate attempt the change the subject.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:18 pm
Anton took great care in studying Acinemod's reactions as he continued playing with her hair. If he had to guess simply from the look in her eyes, he would have had to guess she was somewhat shocked. He was intrigued, and decided to continue on with the eveneing to see how things developed. When he had first met this woman, he found her very hard to read. And so far, even with all of his pseudo-psychological investigation, all he gathered was that she was hiding something about her hair, and she had a rather eerie interest in him. It occured to him it might have been her nature as a doctor, but there was still more to her. Now he found himself with a hunger to know more.
"Oh, no, not bothersome at all. Merely quite a curious scent." She was definitely hiding something, that much he could tell. At her inquiry of the scent of animal on him, he felt as if he was caught a bit off guard. He had almost completely forgotten about his earlier feeding, and began trying to formulate a lie. However, upon her comment about making him uncomfortable, he repressed a chuckle and mentally shredded the lie to pieces. "Well, to be perfectly blunt," Anton said, his fangs protruding slightly over his lower lip in a coy smile, "I saw a rat that was scurrying about, grabbed it, crushed it like a grape and drank everything that dripped out. I didn't want to leave it lying around, so it's now caught in the bushes under your window." He was curious as to how she would react once the statement sunk in, but he couldn't really care less. All he did was tell the truth.
He was deeply intrigued by her sudden stumble away from him, and noticed she looked rather confused. As she sipped from her glass and commented on the supposed low temperature, Anton smirked and reached for the wine bottle once more. "It may be. I wouldn't know, after all, I'm always chilled to the bone." Completely refilling his empty glass, it was only a few seconds after he put the bottle down before raising the glass to his lips and once more swishing it and his head back. His head was level again a second later, and once more his drink had vanished with a low gulp. Eyeing both the doctor and her glass, he leaned back somewhat in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Please, drink, doctor." He said, making a slight gesture towards her glass, "You seemed so eager for a drink, yet you've barely touched it. I assure you I have another bottle or two stashed away, all for relieving your tension." Aside from lessening the doctors evident stress, he was hoping to loosen her tongue. He didn't know what kind of information the good doctor was keeping from him, but things had gone too far for him to give up on finding out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 8:39 pm
A sudden surge of energy shoved the doctor off of her chair and onto her feet. "You got the rodent!? I've been trying to catch that thing for a while. Hmmm...I guess there are advantages to having a vampire around." Yes, a vampire. The words eroded the back of her mind with acidic regrets of ever mentioning his species. Everything she said sat in awkward positions on her conscience. What had made the situation so comfortable to be able to mention a violent creature so easily? Anton was still one of them, though Acinemod wanted to consider his intentions independent from the rest of them. Watching the wine dive down his throat, she considered doing the same at his request, risking her safety for a nights worth of heavy drinking. After all, if he were going to do something he probably would have done it already. The doctor was already extremely fatigued, drinking, and completely unequipped. Anyone would consider the opportunity and easy one to take. Still, Anton didn't strike her as an idiot. His curiosity was more than noticeable and he wasn't shy about his identity biologically. These and more facts set off a few internal alarms that were quickly drowned by an entire glass of wine. "I think its time I do that. Still, you make me wonder about your undeclared concern for my tensions. Also, you never told me why you are here, but that was partly because I never asked you in the first place. So, tell me, or is it a secret?" Questions, questions, questions. If she could keep them at him he'd have no room to fire back. It was a tactic of hers that kept strangers just as ignorant as they were before their meeting. Would Anton become snatched up in the trap or would be find a way around it?
The alcohol ran right through the strange physician and the food that she had not eaten yet. It had been a while since the last time she'd ever felt semi-relaxed. Of course, this new state was drug induced, courtesy of the lovely vampire joining her for the drink. Life slowly drifted away from her and all the warnings that had flashed inside her head fell asleep. No one but the doctor was home in her skull. This was paradise. Acinemod poured herself another glass and tossed back half of it down her throat. Red blotches of randomness pushed lightly from under the skin on her face. This female was not good at holding her alcohol, yet other drugs were no problem. Why is that? When you work with needles all day and night you're bound to suffer a p***k or two. Then there's the countless times people failed with their dosages for a planned hostage situation. On any given day you could find the doctor's blood to contain a few anesthetics. Most of the time it was for medical use. You can't waltz around a dangerous area without a few wounds. It wouldn't be as much of a problem if she were a vampire. That thought always struck a nerve and created bitterness between herself and that entire species. Never would she end up like them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:37 pm
Anton had to stifle a laugh as he saw her reaction to the news of the rat's demise, and it wasn't hard to do once she called him a vampire. He'd really need to clear things up later on with this issue. Aside from clearing that issue up, there was still one more thing he wanted to see resolved. Despite all of the pleasant conversation the pair had been enjoying up to this point, he could still tell the good doctor didn't entirely trust him. Given his appearance, mannerisms, and his giving her what was essentially liquid brain damage, he didn't truly blame her, but he would have at least appreciated if she would be courteous enough to vocalize her distrust. As Acinemod began questioning him, he felt a tiny bit better. Subtle or blatant, it was refreshing to see some honesty. Unconsciously toying with his glass as he faced her, he gave a small shrug before speaking. "I have no secrets, doctor, nor do I have interesting stories. If you are questioning why I am in this mansion, I came here because it is isolated from society, which I detest. However, if you are inquiring as to why I am here before you, I was simply off to the roof to enjoy some wine and a quiet night of reading under the stars." Giving a small smile at the end of his statement, he added "So much for a lonely night, I suppose."
As Acinemod herself downed half of her glass, he gave a mental smirk. He thought with any luck, the alcohol would loosen her lips. However, as a slight blush overtook his face, he felt a slight mix of surprise and guilt. If he had known that the wine would have gotten to her that quickly, he probably wouldn't have poured her as large of a glass as he did. Then again, this also meant that whatever she was hiding would probably surface sooner that expected. At this point, he remembered her attempts to examine his mouth, and guessed it wasn't just his teeth she wanted to know about. In attempt to coax some information from her, he decided to give her what she wanted: if she wanted to know about him, she was about to learn. Setting his glass down, he rose from his chair and leisurely begins circling around Acinemod, lazily examining his fingernails as he did so. "I'll just come right out and say it, I'm not technically a vampire. I am what I am today by my own doing. I have never been bitten by a vampire, and neither can I turn others into them. As I said earlier, I purposely filed my teeth into fangs. True, I feed on blood, but so do many animals in nature. And why wouldn't they, and why shouldn't I? It's rich in protein and lipids, and it's much easier to obtain and eat from animals than their flesh. I've gotten so used to it that nothing else I eat satisfies me." After a moment or two, he paused his pacing so he was directly behind her. Imitating her routine from earlier, he pulled up a chair and seated himself behind her. Once more, he raised a hand to her head and began toying with strands of her hair, handling it as delicately as one would handle an insect when observing it. Leaning his head forward, he placed his mouth directly next to her ear, and whispered to her in a low, almost hypnotic voice. "And now you know a little more about little old me. What about you, doctor? Do you have any secrets?"
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