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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 0:15:27 GMT -8
He placed his hands on his hips, eyes flitting over her, trying to gauge her intentions. Finally he settled with a breathy sigh and motioned her over to his bed.
"You don't expect me to drain you while you're standing, do you?" he asked, sarcasm covering his unease. He'd never done this before, and hoped he was absolutely sure of the procedure. He believed he knew, unless he'd been lied to time and time again. Still, he didn't want to lose a friend over something as stupid as an overlooked step. And so, his mind filed through the hundreds of times he'd had to deal with turned humans, the things they said happened as well as a few vampiric accounts as well. Everything seemed to be in order, but that didn't stop him from feeling concerned for her.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 8, 2010 22:03:22 GMT -8
Melora sat down on the fluffy bed, trying to find a way to get comfortable. She sighed as she realized that it wasn't likely to happen. "Could you tell me what to expect with the process? I'd like to be as prepared as possible."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -8
He gave her a dry stare. "A lot of pain, the sensation of getting unbearably cold as you're dying, and then the excruciating burning sensation that comes from drinking my blood and coming back to life, in a manner of speaking." he said, counting on his fingers as he looked toward the ceiling. "Perhaps I should get a referee in here so I don't kill you," he mused, still feeling uncomfortable.
With that he left, poking his head out the door and finding the Moroi nowhere to be found. He walked further, down a few levels, following the younger vampire's scent before coming to his door and rapping his knuckles against the wood. "Chris, I need you to oversee something!"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 8, 2010 22:15:45 GMT -8
Christopher growled, shutting the phone with nearly enough force to snap it in two. First a maid, then another one, and now Azura Gallu? Was it impossible to get five minutes of peace in this place? Yet he knew the answer before he even asked himself: no, nut unless you were sleeping.
Christopher walked over, opening the door in such haste he nearly took one of Azura's knuckles in the face before he raised a hand to block, after all there was no use in ruining hte floor, and took a step back like a cobra. "Oversee what exactly?" He asked suspiciously. The young man before the Gallian had changed again, now in his typical suit, with the facial hair gone.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 22:18:09 GMT -8
Azura frowned, placing his hands on his hips as his eyes raked over the Moroi. He must have interrupted something, he looked pissed. Oh well.
"I need you to make sure I don't kill Melora. I'm turning her into a vampire."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 8, 2010 22:21:44 GMT -8
Christopher's jaw hit the floor. "I thought that was..." His voice raised before he quieted. "Banned or something! At least for the court official Vampires." His eyes flashed. "Why would you do something like that?" The silent yes was in his words, even if he hadn't spoke it. He would watch, and intervene if necessary. Chris exited his room, shutting the door behind him.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 22:24:42 GMT -8
Azura began to walk away, leading Christopher back to his room. "She and I made an agreement. I don't want to, but it seems like the only way at this point to achieve her objective." He tried to explain the best he could, but the plan sounded ludicrous even to his ears.
In minutes they were back to his room, and he was closing and locking the door behind the both of them. No visitors were needed.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 8, 2010 22:28:39 GMT -8
Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Once in Azura’s room, Chris whirled on Melora. “Are you certain? Have you ever met a made vampire? They’re not like us.” The voice that he used was taunt, stressed to try to make a point. He jerked his head to Azura, also implying himself.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 8, 2010 22:36:50 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed on him as he began to ask questions of her. "My father is a made vampire. And you don't even understand the gravity of the situation. If he gets a hold of me, he'll turn me. If I don't kill him, my soul is forever the property of the devil and his associates. You saw what happened in there, I cannot kill him as I am." Her voice was strained. She was already visibly stressed out at the idea of being changed, and having the obvious stated to her wasn't helping. "Either way I am doomed to either become a puppet or a vampire. It's more likely that my father would turn me, and I cannot take that risk. I cannot be bound to him like that." Melora's voice grew quieter as she spoke at this point. "You couldn't possibly know what it is to go through that. Killing him won't end this war. But at least I can stop him before he fucks shit up any further."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 8, 2010 22:54:23 GMT -8
His eyes flashed angrily. This was wrong on so many levels, but he'd go along with it like a good little boy because the only defense he conjured up was that it wasn’t his life that was being ruined for lack of better word. He was already Vampire, a born one at that. But in a way, it was still crumbling, the edges of his Clan unraveling in silent agitation at the unknown, but oncoming threat that wanted him dead.
“Fine.” He nearly snarled, white teeth peeking through his lips at the word. He turned his back to go lean against the wall near the door.
“You do know how to go about it... properly, correct Azura?” He asked at a vampire murmur.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 22:58:42 GMT -8
Azura inclined his head to signify that he did know, but not from any sort of experience. He walked over to Melora, standing in front of her before letting out a sigh and leaning in, brushing his fingers over the skin of her neck to test the area. It needed to be strong for the amount of blood he was going to be pulling from her with nothing but two bits of enamel and his tongue.
Finding a good spot, he got up on his knees onto the bed, straddling her lap before he gently bit down on her neck, fangs just barely puncturing the skin.
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Post by Doctor on Aug 8, 2010 23:33:21 GMT -8
The night that surrounded Gallu Castle was dry and cold, so much so that steam rose from the hellish portal that opened on the grounds. His master had promised the demon a quick and easy means of resolution, going as far as to deliver him to the scene of the job that would restore confidence in his character.
"I'm just asking that you claim what is rightfully mine," the Devil stated, red irises thinning as he sat back to take in his charge's reaction. "I'm sure their cousin will understand," he added facetiously.
The judge dug his claws into the cold, green ground and pulled his bulk up through the dimension's tear. He kept his wings tucked close as he made his way to the entrance of Azura's home. Security would not take kindly to the threatening sight he made, but there was unfortunately no way around it. Lucifer insisted the procurement would be easy, forcing his form just in case.
His clothing was shredded and piled away and Anshel took in his appearance with resentment. "This," he raised a claw and bared his teeth in protest, "will scare them unnecessarily."
"Aren't they already scared of hunters?" The Devil reasoned, grabbing at Anshel's horns and smiling in satisfaction.
"My clan rely on cooperation, not fear."
"They don't have to be afraid of your clan," Lucifer slipped a finger into the demon's mouth to slide the tip against his sharpest fangs appreciatively. "They just have to be scared of you."
A large hand rapped at the doors as he yelled his introduction and demands. A few moments from now and he'd have to explain to Azura why he'd come to kill the vampire's family and show the King what kind of monster he'd allowed himself to call a friend.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 8, 2010 23:48:33 GMT -8
Azura jerked back from Melora, hearing the commotion outside his door before a knock sounded. He pushed off the bed walking over and swiftly opening the door to reveal a disheveled young man. He hurriedly spouted off a slew of words in Arabic before Azura nodded, following after him to the main foyer.
And there stood Anshel. His demonic form was more imposing now than he'd ever remembered it, though most memories were hazy.
"What-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence, confusion evident in his face.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 8, 2010 23:53:31 GMT -8
Melora rose from the bed as well, face completely red as roses. She had to admit that she was relieved, until she followed Azura through the halls, only to come upon Anshel, and not the handsome human judge version. "Anshel! What are you doing?" Absentmindedly her hand made it's way to her neck, covering the two little holes, which had leaked a drop of blood onto her pale skin.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 8, 2010 23:57:34 GMT -8
Christopher flicked the door shut with enough strength to slam it, though not too terribly loud. What had made Azura zip off so fast for, chattering in whatever language he had been chattering in? And Melora right after?
The answer was presented as soon as he walked up behind Azura. His eyes went wide, looking at the, the thing, in front of him. No, it wasn’t a thing, vaguely, mainly in the eyes, he could see… Were those Anshel’s eyes? He turned suspicious again, eyes burning into the demon.
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