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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:27 pm
"That's...good!" she laughed as she was yanked inside. She then stood and nodded to Jizzy, "Pretty good. A bit hyper, but pretty good."
Ike cocked his head to one side. Why was everyone acting so funny? Why was Mummy not putting him dooooown...
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:32 pm
"Can we start, can we start!!" Deimos was jumping up and down in sheer exitement. Oh the thought of what he'd see.
Jizzy chuckled and looked over at Rabid. "Your call. I'm ready when you are.." She said, fingering a small shar knife that was on the table before them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:35 pm
"Yes, we can," Rabid cleared her throat, preparing herself, and nodded to Jizzy and Deimos.
Start what?! Ike was suddenly quite suspicious, and his ears folded back...
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:39 pm
Jizzy traced a series of symbols upon her forehead, a charm to make her blood bitter and just overall really nasty tasting. The whole concept was to dissaude Ike from taking blood from people, the way you disuaded nail biters from thier habit by using bad tasting polish. After the symbols were completed, Jizzy lifted the knife to her hand and cut a long and rather deep gash along her palm. Blood began to rush out immediatly.
Deimos' eyes narrowed and he licked his lips, but no. He was not to drink from mother and he was going to help Ike learn that too. He went ot get the small bag full of blood candies and plopped one into his mouth to supress the urge.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:44 pm
Rabid sighed, watching the blood for a moment. Her pupils narrowed almost immediately, but she shook her head to clear it. She gently placed her son on the table and took a step to the side.
Ike looked up at Mummy, then down at Deimos, then up to Deimos' mummy. It took him quite some time before he noticed the red stuff. He stared for a moment, and everything went sharp. He began to reach out toward the wound, his ears folded back and eyes wide. He thought, though, and shot a questioning glace up toward Deimos' mum.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:47 pm
Jizzy shook her head at Malachi, to tell him that no, he couln;t have any, but her hand was left limp on the table, as if truly injured. If that was the case, and someone was injured, they wouldn't be able to move the wound out of Malachi's reach.
Deimos watched the scene and noticed Ike's mother seemed to like the red stuff too. He remebered the last time Rabid had taken a drink from Jizzy and he didn't wish to repeat it so he toddled of to Rabid, tugging at her shirt and giving her a candy. Noone was drinkign from hsi mom today..
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:53 pm
Rabid smiled down at Deimos and too the candy, but made no move to eat it. She gripped it in her hand and mouthed the words "It's okay" to the toddler. It was probably a good idea to keep the candy...just in case. She again turned her eyes to her son.
Malachi huffed and gave a small whine. His fingers twitched spasmodically, and things became even sharper. Everything seeemed to be moving in slow motion, and he couldn't tear his eyes from the red stuff. His heart beat faster, and he felt the strong urge to take some.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He reached forward with his pointer finger and grabbed a drop of the red stuff. He lifted it to his tongue and pressed down.
Almost immediately, though, he began coughing. It was disgusting! He inspected his finger and then wiped it off on his shirt, his tongue sticking halfway out. The taste refused to go away, and he continued coughing.
He gave Deimos' mummy a questioning look, his eyes watering.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:56 pm
"I told you not to.." She said in a kind voice down at Ike.. It seemed to be working, thank goodness. Her mind had thankfully avioded thinking of the worst case scenario.
Diemos looked up at Rabid doubtfully, but looked away looking at Ike. Why was he coughing? Did Mother's blodo really taste as bad as she said it would? Did it taste like coliflower.. or worse.. brussel sprouts?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:04 pm
"Euuuurgh," Ike groaned and thought for a moment. Maybe it was just a bad part of the red stuff? To test his theory, he placed his entire hand on Deimos-mum's cut. He raised his hand to his face and gave it a lick.
Boy, was that stupid. She stuck his tongue out and began running his fingertips down it, trying to get the taste gone. He coughed, drooled, and experience many other unpleasant mouth-related bodily functions. He lifted up his shirt and rubbed his tongue feverently. His eyes watered from the awful taste, and he squinched them shut. His ears were folded so far back, they actually were beginning to hurt.
"GAAAAAUGH!" he yelled.
Rabid sighed and smushed her mouth to one side. This certainly wasn't pleasant, but it was the only think she could think to do.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:07 pm
Jizzy began to feel rather bad and guilt welled in her stomach, but she held strong. This would most likely show Malachi not to drink from people. "No.. You don't drink blood from people, Malachi.." She said, though her wound pulse, a fresh stream of blood comign forth.
Deimos was begining to get worried. He tugged at Rabid's shirt. "Ike okay?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:18 pm
Rabid shook her head down at Deimos. She wasn't going to lie.
"We gotta teach him," she said.
Ike sniffed, on the verge of tears. He was frightened and confused and hungry all at once. He gave a hateful glance toward the red stuff and scooted away, his tongue still sticking out. He looked up at Mummy with pleading eyes. She had to help, didn't she?
Rabid looked down at her son and was hit with a nearly-overwhelming wave of guilt. Following this guilt was a profound idea. Sure, he was avoiding Jizzy...but now for the ultimate test.
She took a deep breath and grabbed the knife off the table. She slit her palm ferociously, but watched it nearly immediately heal. Without a second thought, she re-angled the knife and stabbed it through her hand. She only gave a small cry of pain, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Blood poured from the would and down the knife blade as she held it out toward her son.
Ike immediately began hyperventilating. His pupils dialated and his eyes grew wide as saucers, before snapping shut. He clapped his hands over his ears and inhaled deeply before letting out an ear-piercing shriek and a steady flow of tears.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:23 pm
Jizzy flinched at the shriek, not wanting to get her fae covered in blood by raising her hand to cover her ears, so she took it. This must be torture for poor Ike, but he'd learn.. the hard way.
Deimos had had enough. They're intentions were good, but noone was making his brother cry. He moved to the table unwrapping a candy and offering it to Malachi. "Ike take candy."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:29 pm
Rabid quickly tored the blade from her hand and dropped it. She whimpered in pain as it healed, and then peered back to her son. Damaging, of course, but apparently effective. She turned her eyes to Deimos...
"NO!" Ike shrieked between wracking sobs, "BAD!" He kept his hands over his ears and his eyes were still shut tight, but the shrieking had stopped. His throat hurt real bad, and the taste was still in his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:32 pm
Deimos shot a dark glare to both Rabid and his mother and plopped the candy into his own mouth. "See Candies good, People bad!! People blood taste worse cause it no candy and it all gooey and yuck." Deimos lied, amking a face while he pointed to Jizzy blood. He began to unwrap another candy and showed it to Ike. 'Candies blood good, it all sweet and crunchy!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 8:38 pm
Ike calmed slowly and sniffled a bit. He peered at the candy in his brother's hand, looking like the epitome of innocence. He carefully reached out and took the candy, gently touching it to the tip of his tongue. Hey...Dei was right! Candy was good. The red stuff had apparently turned evil. He popped the candy into his mouth.
"Tankoo, Deh-ee," he sniffled again.
Rabid sighed and, feeling utterly useless, angled her hand so the blood ran to her fingertips. She moved to Jizzy and let her own blood drip onto her friend's wound. The guilt began to set in, and she fought it with all she had.
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