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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:13 pm
*he growls and growls, but slowly comes to his senses and realizes that he isn't where he thought he was. He isn't at home, that's true, but nor is he being tortured. He's pleasantly surprised to find that his skin is still on and his entrails aren't spilling out of his torn body. It was a dream; only a dream. But there's blood in his mouth. He turns sick, terrified that he might have killed someone. I'm in D's cellar! He creeps down the stairs and crouches at the bottom, seeing D's prostrate body in the corner. He calls hoarsely* D? D, are you there?
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:23 pm
Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, you need to fix yourself up. Her brain tells her. But she feels faint, drenched in a cold sweat. That when she hears the voice. A voice? That means someone's come to help her... but.... that sounded like Nar's voice. He... he was the one that....
She sits upright, backing herself into the corner until she's pressed up against the wall.
"You, you bit me!" She crys, reaching up a hand to cover her throat and finding it sticky with blood.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:24 pm
*he slowly crawls forward towards her through the dark, shaking* D... I didn't meant to. Are you alright? *he sees the blood seeping out and winces, but at least she isn't dead. And has enough strength to yell, at that*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:24 pm
She glares at him, not quite taking in his words. "You... stay away...." She reaches for a bottle from the rack and trys to throw it at him. Worn out from being up all night combined with the affect of having her throat nearly torn out, the throw lands short of it's mark, smashing on the stone floor. She sobs. Oh it hurts! And now he's come back to finish the job....
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:25 pm
* he cringes back away from her projectile, but starts to crawl back forward when it looks like she isn't going to throw another.* I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise. I didn't know what I was doing....
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:26 pm
"You bit me." She repeats. "and it does hurt...." She crys agian but softer this time. Seeing him come closer she shuts her eyes tight and sobs. "I never hurt you...."
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:26 pm
*he crawls up to her and says with exasperation and horror* I know... I know you didn't. I didn't want to. I wasn't myself. Let me see... *he gently plucks at the fingers wrapped around her throat*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:27 pm
"Are... are you yourself now?" She whispers with a mix of fear and hope. She cringes at his touch and her sobs become louder. She resists his pull for a moment but soon lets go, biting her lip and trying to stiffle back the choking sobs.
He was himself when he arrived wasn't he? What is he talking about and how quick does it take for him to 'not' be himself?
(( Hehee it's fun to be in two minds ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:28 pm
*he shudders and gasps* Please.. please don't cry. Yes, I'm back. I can help. Hold still... *he snakes his arms around her to hold her still and keep her calm. He looks over and sniffs at the gouges in her neck before he attempts anything*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:29 pm
She'd been trying to keep quiet so hard that she soon realises she's not getting enough oxygen. Taking a loud gasping breath followed by more deep ones, she tries to remain calm. She goes kinda limp as he hold her. Well he's got you now and he's going help you. Or just put you out of your misery...
She opens her eyes to see what's happening but turns her head sharply away as he sniffs her neck.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:34 pm
*he smells the fresh, flowing blood and listens to her gasping, feels her shaking. He never meant to do it. He wasn't even aware.
He lowers his head to her neck and starts to gently lick away the blood and clot, slowly working the torn flesh back together; one of the only unnatural skills he'd retained as a vampire.*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:35 pm
She struggles pathetically as she feels his tongue on her skin. He wasn't going to help her, he was going to lap up her blood!
But then she realises the pain is lessening and her breathing is becoming more rythmic. She stares stupidly at the ceiling, confused. Maybe she was dying?
"Wha?" She mumbles.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:38 pm
*he closes up the wounds from ragged, bleeding tears, to cuts, to completely reknit skin, tendon and muscle, as well as lick clean the drying blood that's stained her neck. He keeps a hold on her for a moment with his forehead on her shoulder, weeping noislessly, but finally releases her, creeping back away*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:39 pm
She feels him lean on her a moment then let go. The stone floor is a lot harder and colder than his grip. Well the grip he had on her when he was helping her, not biting her. She tentively touches her neck, it's slightly damp from saliva but there's no wounds, no sticky blood... She looks at her fingers disbelievingly, then at the Nar.
"What was that? What did you do?"
Her face is blank, god she was tired. She just wanted to sleep, be unconisous for a little while and not deal with all this right now. Maybe she had just dreamed it? Her brain felt foggy with need of sleep. Had he bit her? It seemed like it had happen days ago. But there was no evidence of it now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:40 pm
*he crouches and says quietly* I healed it. I can lick small wounds away.. *he slowly stands and backs towards the stairs* I never wanted to hurt you. I won't do it again, I promise. *he wants to leave, just disappear. Back to the shop? She would come there. He could go to the castle and never come back, but what about Fyrn? No, that's stupid, he couldn't just leave her in the cellar. He fights the urge to turn and bolt.*
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