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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 15:57:22 GMT -8
"If you think I've been knocked around a little too hard now, just wait until we get a chance to talk about killing my father." Melora smiled up at him, but her smile faded while she spoke. "You're not going to like it. You won't agree. But I need your cooperation, Azura. You're the only person I trust to do this with me." Melora paused, then realized what she said, so she rephrased it quickly. "That is to say, you're the only one I trust to help me with this plan."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 3, 2010 16:02:44 GMT -8
Out of the drug-induced stupor he was in, he struggled to piece together what she was saying and how she was saying it. "Plan?" Didn't all of Melora's plans go horribly wrong in the worst of ways? He was skeptical to be sure, but patiently waited for her to continue, one eyebrow lifting to prompt a response from her on the matter. "Why wait? Tell me."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 3, 2010 22:07:26 GMT -8
Christopher's breaths soon deepened with sleep, releasing an annoying burden from his mind. His facial muscles tensed for a moment. Out of the ground, intricate, yet very sharp vines recognizeable as a sort of bramble, broken the surface of the ground, forming a sort of protective cocoon around the sleeping Lord.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 22:11:18 GMT -8
"It's....you're not going to like it." She started, kind of hoping she would have had time to put it into convincing words. But no, he had put her on the spot. So she began to explain, looking in different directions all the while, wanting to avoid his eyes. She explained the fight she'd just had in his unconsciousness, the fact that she couldn't use her bell powers against her father, and finally, the plan that she'd devised. Becoming a vampire would be the only way to destroy him, unless Azura had any brighter ideas.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 3, 2010 22:28:48 GMT -8
His frown grew steadily more troubled as she went on with her tale, his mouth suddenly dry at the mention of what she wanted him to do.
"No, no, and absolutely not. You are not sacrificing your humanity for this..." he trailed off. At that point he realized what she was really saying. It was her humanity or her soul. He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall once more, silently hoping there was a way out of this and that someone would show him in the nest few minutes so he wouldn't be pressed to do this. Sadly, no such signs or epiphanies occurred and he was stuck with the ugly, terrible truth. "Fuck...Melora I-" He growled, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll do it...but I don't want to. People change when they're turned."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 22:52:41 GMT -8
"I would rather it be you to change me than him. I can't even hide from him, so it's going to happen either way. But at least if I can kill him I won't have to run away all the time. Azura, I..." She stopped, evaluating her words carefully before speaking. "I trust you. I need you to trust me. I won't be a different person. I'm scared, but..." again, a pause. "But I don't know. I'm scared, that's all really."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 3, 2010 22:58:08 GMT -8
He grimaced, hearing those words. "I can't do this if you're scared. I can't. I'm really not that kind of guy. Sure, I can rip someone's spleen clear out of their abdomen without batting an eyelash, but this is totally different. You won't be like me, you'll be dead. Literally the walking dead, Melora."
His jaw tilted, letting his eyes come to meet her face. "Are you absolutely certain?"
He was still wired with concern and aversion, not wanting any part of it. He detested made vampires, simply for their being entirely unnatural. Several times he'd come close to telling her to let someone else do it, but then she'd said it. She trusted him. God. Damn. Her.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 23:16:48 GMT -8
"Azura," She brought her face closer to his, now within inches of him. There was no more avoiding those eyes, she had to look at him directly to be able to make this sound logical. It wasn't entirely, but at least it made sense to her. "If you don't do this to me, he will. And I'm more scared of that than anything in this entire world. I don't know what else to do, Azura. Please help me."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 3, 2010 23:22:00 GMT -8
He squirmed beneath her scrutiny and wanting eyes. Never in his life had he ever wanted to refuse a woman who looked at him that way. In fact, he would have been hard pressed to remember a time when a woman had to try so hard.
His mind kept racing at a hundred miles an hour, despite the wooziness the drug brought on. Making a small whining sound, he looked at her sadly.
"Alright...when?"
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 23:43:02 GMT -8
"Don't tell Anshel. He'd kill me on the spot for even thinking it." Melora sat back on her heels, pondering for a moment. "I'll need you at my side. The next time he attacks I am putting an end to this." Her voice shook, but she was still decisive about it.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 3, 2010 23:45:56 GMT -8
"Honestly, now might be better..." he stated evenly, feeling a bit guilty for having an ulterior motive behind this one. he was actually fairly thirsty, and the wounds he'd sustained from the knife and the sunlight didn't help his position, though he made sure he was full before even coming out here. Still, circumstance and opportunity reigned him in and he found himself taking her up on her plan, if for nothing but some stupid hunger. How many lives had been wasted because others felt this way?
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 3, 2010 23:54:09 GMT -8
"Right now?" Melora was taken aback by how forward he was. But this could work to her advantage. "I'll make you a deal. Wait until the time comes, but for now you're welcome to take some of my blood. I will offer it to you freely." She could at least possibly get used to having blood drawn from her this way.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 4, 2010 0:00:36 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed on her and suddenly he found himself quite dexterous; able to move about rather easily with the promise of blood so nearby. He flashed a smile with fangs completely exposed in her direction, not in the least bit hesitant. So if not now, at least she'd offered him a snack. If it wasn't for the sulfuric smell, he'd have enjoyed it more. Alas, beggars couldn't be choosers and he'd take what was offered.
With a frightening amount of speed, fearful she'd rescind her offer, he snatched her to him, sitting her promptly in his lap as he dipped his head to bite. His fangs slid into her skin easily before he could think about how he was being a little too aggressive, but the moment her blood hit his tongue he was lost to his idle protests.
A few minutes was all he'd need, and she'd still have enough blood to survive, even in her battered state. he'd calculated thusly, before he even went in for the bite. Truly, he was a conniving beast.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 4, 2010 0:19:35 GMT -8
Melora tensed against his hold, eyes tightened shut and waiting for Azura to bite. His fangs slipped into her neck and instantly she relaxed, body falling against his. It was odd that having her blood sucked had such an affect on her. Any struggling she had done was now long over. Slightly dizzy and no longer feeling the pain in her wounds, she let herself get lost in the sensation while she could, for she would soon come to her senses and know that she was hurt, fragile, and had willingly given herself to a vampire.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 4, 2010 0:25:51 GMT -8
Just a few minutes, as he'd promised himself, and he was finished, pulling back from her with a flushed face, skin warm to the touch. As per his habit, he placed two fingers to the wounds on her neck, applying pressure where it was needed. His saliva, much like the famed vampire bat, had an anticoagulant property to it and cause more bleeding then it probably should have, though it made eating a lot easier.
He would have smiled at Melora's current condition were it not for the various scrapes and bruises on her skin, the sword wound in her shoulder, and the claw marks to her abdomen that were now more prominent as he began to smell them. So instead he sat quietly, feeling much better, one hand wrapped around the small of Melora's back, waiting for her to wake up and get sorted out.
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