ITP: We learn why we shouldn't be friends with vampires

[bitingcynicism]

[When we last left our heroes..., one severely injured vampire was doing his best not to look at the curious cleric who had wandered upon a scene of violence and misery.]

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[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[As unpleasant as the rush of wet heat on his neck and the sound of his own heart beating like crazy. His body shakes, but is clawing his hands into your back to keep steady.]

Aah...

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Barely notices that clawing amid the way all of his senses, his entire being really, immediately kick into overdrive, drunk on blood -- Just before gradually becoming more subdued as the pressure on Chris' skin lessons somewhat and the drinking becomes less frenzied, slow even as if tapering off...]

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[I hope it tastes like awesome and vegetarian. Breath hitching when he senses the change in Zero, while willing himself not to thrash. Thinking distantly, I really need combat training.]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[You forgot virgin. Anyway! Sluggishly sliding fangs away with a loud breath, still a bit caught up in the thrall of his now-sated thirst but fully tasting the coppery tang in his mouth.]

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[A small noise as the fangs release. It's almost relieved. Is he done? I'm still in one piece? Panting and just looking at Zero, wide-eyed, but not terrified.]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Well it's good you're not panicked since as their eyes meet and then his drift down to the marks on Chris' neck, he sure is! Pushing him back, only to sway a little on his feet and land on his ass. At least those wounds aren't looking as nasty...]

C-Chris!

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[SERIOUS FACE IS nervous BUT SERIOUS. Stumbles back and bringing a hand up to his neck wound.]

Are you...Are you okay??

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Feeling a little drowsy actually. Also possibly sane? Which considering all that happened. Is not exactly a wonderful thing. Will just be shaking a bit but staring at incredulously.]

... Am... I ok? What about --

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Scrambling to his feet and looking very much set on getting away as soon as possible.]

This - This wasn't supposed to happen!

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I-I'm... I'm fine.

[He THINKS, anyway. But also a bit light-headed due to, oh, blood loss. Now that Zero IS sane(r), looking him over and walking forward.]

And your injuries? Don't move, damn it!

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Trapped between need to escape and memory of what happened the last time he took that much from someone... Therefore, watching Chris anxiously but also taking a rocky step back.]

They'll heal! Stay still! I don't know... how much I took...

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

Just need to... rest... How'd you get so hurt anyway...? Who...?

[and now feeling weak as the adrenaline wears down - he blinks like he can't keep his eyes open and shakes his head. The next step he takes is clumsy and he falls]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Tired but not enough to keep him from moving forward to catch Chris by his shoulders. He turns away as he does, speaking slowly and wanting so much to wipe the blood from his face.]

I did something stupid...

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

I'll say. What did you do? Get into a fight with a blender?

[Oof. is just going to... lean here. On you , despite this being YOUR FAULT... but.]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[Still so not looking at but may be unconsciously gripping those shoulders a bit.]

But I didn't want... You have to get back to your cabin. To do something about... that. Why couldn't you have just left?

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[grits teeth]

I'm not going to just leave someone who's half-dead, be it human or not or even demon! Especially someone I know.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Flinching roughly at this and closing his eyes.]

... I didn't want to hurt you. I couldn't.. control it, couldn't control myself -- Now look at you! You can't even stand. I told you to stay away from me!

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[Snapping at Zero.]

Stop that! If it wasn't me you might have found someone else! And I can heal myself, I just need to... focus...

[Face is pinched in concentration - he's feeling a little drained. But he moves his hand from his neck and there's barely a mark left, just blood.]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[I'll be damned... Uh...]

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

I told you, Clerics can heal.

[The words come out slightly... blurred and he still is leaning. He only had enough strength to close the wounds, at this moment.]

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Yes, I am noticing that still leaning thing. Also back to emo self-hating. It's probably a good thing I don't have that gun right now.]

... Can you walk?

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the question, but struggling to stand. Bleh, feeling not so okay.]

What in Rased's name happened, Zero? What did this to you?

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

That was a stupid question.

[Grabbing arm firmly while using his other to wipe away some of the blood, trying hard not to look at it, despite the thick smell in the air.]

I fought Darc.

[clericchronicle.livejournal.com]

[Allows, since he suspects he might tip over without the help.]



[Feebly wiping his palm on his own clothes to get rid of feel of it - then surprise.]

Darc? But...why were you fighting? Did he do something??

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

... He wouldn't stop saying things, comparing me to them. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to know he was wrong. It was all I could think.