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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 25, 2005 18:58:07 GMT -5
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 28, 2005 0:32:55 GMT -5
Victor walked across the hallway from his room up towards Meta's door. He knocked on the door and a waited a bit, wondering if Meta was in her dorm. He twisted the doorknob and opened up to Meta's room, "Meta?" His head peaked in the room, searching both sides from the door. The door made a soft creak as Victor cracked open the it wider.
He walked towards her bed, trying carefully not to make loud clonks by his boots. As he approached the bed, he reached into his left pocket and pulled out a 10" switchblade, along with a note. He layed the switchblade on the side of her bed with the note on top. Written on top of the note was "To Meta". Victor smiled and hoped that she would read it. He started to walk out but just as he was about to close the door behind him, he turned his head and looked at the note and repeated what it said, "I love you."
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 28, 2005 1:14:14 GMT -5
Meta walked into her room, ready to take her well-deserved vampie nap. She changed into her slip and walked over to her bed before seeing the knife and note. She immediately knew who it was from. "Victor was in my room," was all she said. She grabbed the note, a pen from her bedside table, and the knife... Leaving the room.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 18:58:47 GMT -5
[End RP Session]
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 19:15:11 GMT -5
A scarf. Tightly wrapped around Victor's neck. A big, puffy jacket covered his body, making him seem bigger than he actually was. [Daddy is fat!] Cold*? He walked up to Meta's door, bare hands knocking. -knock knock- No answer. He knocked again. -knock knock- Shivering as if it was freezing, he leaned against the side of her doorway.
His lips, blue. His skin, pale and white as death. Eyes, now grey and tired, dark bags underneath. Not a normal look for a vampire..sick perhaps?
His voice.. raspy and faint, "Meta...Meta.. Open, please.." He closed his eyes, still shivering, awaiting the opening.
*It is not cold in BSA at all.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 19:20:58 GMT -5
"Victor?" Opening the door, Meta's eyes widened, "Oh, I never got you any blood! Do you want me to help you sit down? There's a case of blood in my closet. I'll get that. Here, here. Sit down, sit down!" Meta led Victor over toward her bed, trying to have him sit down. "You'll be alright. This is my fault. I'm sorry!"
She retrieved an IV-type pack of blood from somewhere deep within her closet. "This will be alright. You need to drink some. I'm so sorry. You were asleep, so I thought you could go without new blood for a little while."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 19:29:39 GMT -5
Holding his own body, trying to keep himself warm, he sat on her bed and continued shivering.
He turned his head away, "I don't want it..." He tried to focus his eyes in order to see more clearly, but he just ended up twitching his eye. "I don't need it.."
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 19:32:01 GMT -5
Glaring, Meta outright punched Victor, "You do, too. Stubborn ass. If you don't drink the IV pack, I can force you to drink my blood, again. It won't have the right nutrients you need, though!" She kept an angry eye on Victor. "You need it. A vampire without any blood at all will die off or at least go into a pretty shitty sleep."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 19:37:39 GMT -5
A tear fell down his cheek from the punch. It hurt him enough to make a tear fall.
He laid on her bed and grabbed one of her pillows. Hugging the pillow, he buried his head in it. "Then let me sleep and die." He pulled off his boots with his feet, letting them clonk on her floor, dirt falling from them.
Kicking the covers loose, he covered himself, head and all, trying to hide from Meta so she wouldn't have to force feed him.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 19:44:22 GMT -5
"How old are you?! People don't act like this past twelve years old! You make this sound like it's the cherry medicine children find so disgusting." Yanking away the covers, she pulled the pillow with enough force to rip it.
Meta again rose her wrist to her lips and slit it gracefully. Quickly, she moved it over the hard wood floor, where it began dripping down to the floor. "If you don't drink it, it's going to waste. If I sit here long enough waiting on you, I'll die from blood loss."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 20:00:53 GMT -5
He just groaned. GROANED. Shivering again, he opened his eyes. Mumbling, "It is the disgusting cherry medicine.."
Rolling off the bed, he fell, making a "THUMP" sound. "Ow.." He sat on the floor, indian style, in front of Meta and grabbed her wrist. Smirking, he jerked her on her knees, allowing him to feed from her bleeding wrist on the floor. His lips enveloping over the bottom of her wrist, he licked the blood off as it dripped. Staring into her eyes, he continued smiling.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 20:05:24 GMT -5
"How childish, Victor." Sighing heavily, Meta closed her eyes and literally felt the blood slowly leave her. Right after he was done, she would have to quickly drink the IV herself if she intended to keep from getting herself sick. After a small amount of time, she already had a headache, Meta didn't show it in the least and just continued to breath slowly with her eyes closed.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 20:16:21 GMT -5
After letting go, he licked the remaining blood on his lips. Victor leaned himself against the side of her bed, using his arm to support his head. Nothing had changed his appearance much but he wasn't that cold anymore. He smiled off his vampirism...some of his personality came back. "I wonder why you even put up with me.."
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Jan 13, 2006 20:21:09 GMT -5
In an almost raspy voice, Meta replied, "Just do." She retrieved the IV pack that she put down and drank it as though it were a juice box. Her wrist was going to stop bleeding soon, as it wasn't as rapid as it once was. Her face had gotten slightly paler, but was already beginning to flush with blood again.
Meta didn't quite finish the pack, but stopped and shrugged. "I just do."
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Post by Victor Krieger on Jan 13, 2006 20:27:27 GMT -5
"Does that mean you love me?" he just grinned at her. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper and lifted it to Meta within his middle and pointer finger. "I got a message Akacius. He said he was replacing me until Lucifer made a cure." He placed his hand over his stomach where he had shot himself. "My room is going to be occupied by Dion so I'm going to have to stay in your room until I get my cure." He sight searched around her room from the floor for an item. "Do you have any cigarettes?" He stared up at her, without the Victor attitude he always had, more of an innocent attitude.
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