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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 6, 2006 0:29:00 GMT -5
"Rye... go ahead and go to your room. I'm sorry this ruined your day. I know that you were enjoying it until now. Though I'm glad you had fun with the humans," Meta smiled.
Even though she wasn't feeling happy, she could at least let Ryesen thing she could cheer herself up. Nothing was going her way and everything made her feel just a little more inferior to everyone else. Ryesen seemed to be othe only one on the same plane she was.
Grabbing the things Dion had left Victor, she placed them on her bedside table. "I'll let him just lay there until he wakes up. He can take care of his meds when he gets up. I'll make sure he does, though."
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Post by Ryesen Hawke on Dec 6, 2006 0:31:38 GMT -5
"Alright, Meta. Good night," Ryesen submitted to an exit. Meta wanted her time away from anyone else, she was sure. Maybe she could be at least a little happier if she had time alone.
Ryesen left Meta's room, lightly shutting the door behind herself. She scuttled onto her own room and readied herself for bed. There was no use in thinking, it just got you in trouble. Therefore, Ryesen just went to bed...
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 6, 2006 21:57:29 GMT -5
Wincing once or twice at the light of the room, Victor started to slowly awaken. He layed there, still frozen. His breathing was soft and noticed the IV in him. "What the.." firmly, he yanked the IV out of him and rested calmly.
What happened? Did I really turn into one of those diseased bloodsuckers? Where the fuck am I? Glancing the room, he noticed Meta. "Shit... I'm a fucking vampire aren't I?" It seems that his normal attitude and speech has returned. Finally resting and given the proper nutrients has knocked the sense right back into him.
He managed to get up from the bed and sat on the edge. Smoothing his hair, he stretched his neck muscles and looked at Meta. "Hey," he rasped.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 7, 2006 2:41:44 GMT -5
Meta tilted her head as though she had just awoken from the same faint spell. "What nerve," the Mistress gasped. Eyes bewildered, her lips parted a little.
He talks like a sweet-heart. He insults me and faints. He wakes up- does it again. Then has the nerve to just look at me and say 'hi'.
The woman closed her eyes; shaking her head to clear up her befuddled appearance. "From now on you'll take the blood you need. Apparently you're used to the routine to an extent, anyway. If you don't want to drink it, taking it directly through that IV will work fine. Dion brought you your meds. Those things are on the bedside table," she said almost to a business-tone again. Her voice was still soft as though caught in her throat.
Finally, she was ready to shut down for the day, "Another bed... can be brought in for you if you just request it from someone."
Rising, Meta began walking to her bathroom door. (Admins deserve seperate bathrooms...) One final feeble threat was sent out, "Never call me a disease again. I already can't forgive you*." About to exit the room, she stopped to grab her garments to change into.
* Though it could me misunderstood, she means to say that she won't forget it. Because when words are spoken, they will always linger. Not really saying she will forever hate his living/dead guts.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 7, 2006 14:51:04 GMT -5
"Meta..." quickly he ran to Meta and grabbed onto her arm. [Loveless style!] He pulled her closer into him and spoke, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. My emotionals, or what I had of them, were just a bit fucked up and I couldn't think straight. You know how it is with newly born vampires."
That really was the truth. He couldn't control what he was thinking or acting. He honestly couldn't remember much of what happened during that period. Oh well, it probably didn't matter.
"I truly am sorry, for anything I could've said." Glancing into her eyes, he just smiled at her. Hoping for her to allow a little kiss maybe? He just wanted to be trusted, especially since this is his first time to ever tell the truth.
"I don't want any seperate beds, any blood, or any meds. Just you."
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 7, 2006 21:33:01 GMT -5
"I'm too old for this sort of romance, Victor," Meta whispered with a sad, smiling face. As though reading him, she leaned in and left him a kiss on the cheek. "You couldn't really understand completely. Not now, at any rate. I could sit down for days and spill the sorrows of my time. Creating more with romance isn't what I want."
Tilting her head and adding a sweet and smiling face, she chided, "Perhaps I would really kill myself over any more heartache."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 7, 2006 22:40:37 GMT -5
He brought her in closer and hugged her tightly. Now her wrapped in his arms, he spoke quietly, without any rasp, "Please, Meta. I'll stay a vampire forever for you. I won't take the serum if Dr. Lucifer makes it. We can live together forever. I love you. Tell me your life, Meta. I'll listen to it. I'll listen to everything. Trust me."
Never in his life would he say 'Trust me.' unless he meant it. So should he really be trusted? Or should he be shot down again? Like every other woman has done to him? Fuck it. If she shoots him down, then he'll just have to get over it. Nothing he can do to change her feelings.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 7, 2006 23:19:05 GMT -5
Sighing into the curve of Victor's neck, Meta closed her eyes. "If you know that you can expect me to understand fledglings, then you should know that they easily force the person that turned them into attachment..."
"With that, I'll trust you," Meta pressed her body against his and embraced him. "Don't try to say you'll stay a vampire forever. It's still something you are allowed to think about. You have the choice, so consider it."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 7, 2006 23:36:56 GMT -5
He chuckled, "All right. I'll think about it." Nuzzling her, he asked, "Will you please tell me everything? I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me if you tell me."
He smiled, showing her that she really could trust him. This man plays on everything. But as a vampire, personalities are sometimes inversed meaning maybe he's stop playing.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 11, 2006 5:12:56 GMT -5
"Tell you everything," Meta questioned. A smile made itself onto her fact. Meta was still aware of the fact that an attempt to swoon her was still in play, even if Victor even realized it or not. "Now that feels too awkward. I'm not a person to suddenly spill my entire life out. Just say it's there."
A question suddenly struck her to request, "Victor, I have a question to ask you, though. How did you end up with the Lucifer family? You said that your brother took you to them. But why them? Also, why does Dion like you so much," Meta realized that she had actually asked a few more questions than intended. To brighten things in, she thought she would add a joke in, "What? Are you engaged or something? To him?" She never was good at jokes to ease herself out of something. Jokes, yes. To ease her out, no.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 11, 2006 18:33:50 GMT -5
"Heh.. I told you my story already. But to add to it, my brother actually gave me to the Lucifers to "trade" me for money and because he thought they'd take good care of me. And Dion loves me so much because I'm like his son or little brother. He takes care of Rukou every time he's reborn so maybe he thought it was fun for a change to raise someone other than his brother. Lucifer hasn't gotten rid of me yet, like he has with his experiments. So I guess they really love me like their own family."
Victor smiled at a thought, "But Rukou is such a bitch. We grew up together but his body was always younger than mine so I constantly made fun of him and he constantly made fun of me of looking older and being human. We still love each other, though.
I'm just part of the family. That's why I've grown to be so old. They don't want me to die. Not yet that is. But speaking of engagements, Lucifer wants me to marry his neice, Svetlana. He says he wants me to join the Lucifer family officially but I don't want to marry her. She's not the right type for me. " Sighing, he held her tighter. "I want to repay them for taking care and raising me but I still love you."
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 16, 2006 20:16:34 GMT -5
Meta chuckled, "Better listen to Lucifer. He knows best, right?" She sighed. "Anyway, I suppose it's fair that you're allowed to ask me questions. I mean, what's the fun if I ask them all? I'm pretty simple. It's just a long story. A really long story if I go into detail. I'd rather not, I suppose"
She shrugged slightly and just looked into empty space of the room. Many older vampires were either stuck letting their entire past go or letting it engulf them. The oldest were the ones that somehow managed to find a happy medium between the two.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 16, 2006 21:02:15 GMT -5
"Lucifer is selfish.." He let go of her and let his arms dangle at his sides. Sighing, he sat on Meta's bed again and grabbed the vials and syrienges. "It's required for me to do this. To inject myself with his blood. Just so he can keep me alive for something." He pulled out a rubber thingie thing and tied it around his arm.
A needle was inserted through a tube of the vial and retrieved about 50 ccs of the blood. He squirted some to get the air out and spilled it onto his pants. A drop of the blood dripped down the syringe and down his hand. The blood.. it looked delicious for once. But he knew he wasn't allowed to drink it. Or was he?
Drinking Lucifer's blood could probably give him the same effect as injecting it. But would it really? It tempted him. He grabbed another vial and pulled off the cap to it. Like a wine glass, he swifted the vial to stir it some and poured it into his mouth. He swallowed it. Disgusting. But satisfying.
He waited. Waited for the feeling he got when he injected the blood into himself. His stomach growled and ached. He felt sick and held his stomach. Getting of the bed, he threw up. Blood. More blood. And only blood.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 16, 2006 21:22:52 GMT -5
Simply following the words he spoke, Meta hadn't really reacted until he decided to practically shot glass the blood down. Once he had begun vomitting, she jumped onto him and straddled him. The vampire knew never to vomit up what you've drank. It always did bad things to your system. He was actually giving up everything he'd been given in the past few hours. Quickly she forced his mouth closed and clamped her hand over his mouth and no matter what resistance he gave; she had more power to back her up.
"You dolt! Stop that! Fight the urge to remove it from your system. You can't, now. Stop it, Stop it," she continued to repeat. Though her speech was urgent, Meta's voice began to become more soothing as she kept insisting he keep from inducing vomit.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 16, 2006 21:32:15 GMT -5
With his mouth covered, blood filled his mouth. His eyes became bloodshot. More blood just filled his mouth and it seeped through, just falling through the crack of Meta's hand and Victor's skin. He tried to swallow it, but the blood just kept coming back.
The blood knew it wasn't supposed to be digested so it tried its best to keep throwing itself back up. It was going to keep fighting it's way up and never give up. Victor tried again to swallow it up but it still threw itself up. He startled to struggle and tried clawed Meta's hand, trying to get to release herself. He mumbled, "Let go! Let go!" but it was hard to hear.
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