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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 13:50:12 GMT -8
“Touch me with that intent and I will suffocate you.” The threat came half-heartedly. Christopher bared his teeth, taking that comment seriously though. “And if you’d have let me in, the door wouldn’t have to be repaired.” He blinked down at Melora, shocked to silence at the new vampire.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 14:00:01 GMT -8
Everything in her body hurt. When Azura said this was like dying he had lied to her. Melora had died before. This was worse. Her body shook in agony, but still she wouldn't pass out, and she wouldn't move either, except to reach a hand out to Azura. "Fuck." She managed through clenched teeth. "Painful is an understatement, Vпомадка одно." Fangs had begun to form and tore at her bottom lip. Melora didn't even notice. Her nose wrinkled and her eyes shut tight as the next wave of pain hit her, this time worse than before.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 14:07:45 GMT -8
Azura looked back to Melora with worried eyes, stepping into the tub to crouch down above her. "I've never turned someone before, Melora. I didn't know for sure how it would feel." He looked to Christopher, eyes asking if there was anything he knew that could make this better for her, but he assumed not. There was a reason there were horror stories about becoming a vampire.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 12, 2010 14:11:40 GMT -8
Christopher shook his head, momentarily coming out of his silence. “All the stories that have real truth in them, they’re elusive. You can almost never find the ones that are decent.” He shook his head, blonde hair shifting with it. “I only ever learn of horror stories. Is there anybody you could ask? A made vampire that might know already?"
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 14:13:45 GMT -8
She simply lifted her hand to his, shaking, and held it. Holding onto him gave her something to focus on, something other than the pain and cold that accompanied becoming undead. "I am fine." She insisted, though not so sure of herself. If he could credit her for anything, it would certainly be her self control and level-headedness.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 14:18:23 GMT -8
Azura shook his head to Christopher's question. "No one I know. Regardless, she's almost done, just abut ten more minutes," he said, looking up at a clock on the counter.
"Ten minutes, Mel," he encouraged, squeezing her hand.
After all of this was said and done, he'd have to take her and go find Anshel. He needed to set things right, because he was in the wrong. He'd said the words that sent the demon over the edge and as he thought more about it, watching Melora transform, he realized that he was the only one responsible for hurting himself.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 16:22:38 GMT -8
Minute by minute, the pain got progressively worse, as if her body wanted to resist what they had done to it. Finally, with a gasp from Melora, all pain left her entirely. Her body stopped shaking, her breathing grew regular, and finally, her muscles relaxed. Melora blinked a few times, eyes now shining like emeralds against the pale of her skin. She ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling the unnaturally long fangs which sat awkwardly in her mouth. A sense of unease filled her, it was surreal, almost as if she'd dreamed the entire scene.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 16:26:05 GMT -8
Azura was still staring at her just as intently as before. Apparenlty his guard was up and every nerve in his body was on high alert. He'd heard the stories of human going completely crazy once they'd been turned. Thus far, Melora seemed to defy that particular set of accounts, though he wasn't taking any chances.
"Are you hungry?" he ventured, trying to get a threshold for what she was feeling.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 16:32:18 GMT -8
She wrinkled her nose, still not entirely sold on the idea of drinking blood, even though that would be her life from now on. "I guess so, yeah." Her voice was distant, she was entirely out of it. She still felt as if she was in a dreamy state. "Also, I suppose dying is kind of tiring." Melora blinked, wondering if she could wake herself up by doing so. No such luck. At least her witty quips were still intact. "How did we end up in your washroom?" She wondered aloud, finally looking around for the first time. The last she remembered, they were in his room, doing....oh dear. She would have blushed if her blood was still flowing like that of a living person. Melora wouldn't miss blushing at all.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 12, 2010 16:37:38 GMT -8
"That would be his fault," Azura said, pulling her up by the hand that was still within his own into a sitting position. A single finger jabbed in Christopher's direction, frown on the King's face. "He took off my door and interrupted me just as I was about to revive you. Honestly, he's a pest," he finished with a growl.
He turned back to her with a smile, his emotional state causing him to bounce all over the place. "You can eat him if you want to."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 12, 2010 16:43:23 GMT -8
Melora laughed a little bit, but laughing still hurt her a bit. Her body was fragile for now, and she'd have to remember that. "I don't think that pouncing on the Moroi leader and making him a snack will put me in good graces with him or the Banglaire. Come to think of it, I don't think changing me will have put you in good graces with them either." She sighed, using her free hand to run fingers through her hair. Her body still felt the same, if not a little colder. "But I can take care of that, it won't matter when I explain that I was willing. Anshel is going to be harder for me to talk to though. He'll be a whole lot less than pleased."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 13, 2010 22:08:27 GMT -8
Christopher scoffed. “Oh, I’m the pest now?” He rolled his eyes. “Please. You’ll be the one getting in trouble, if at all, not me.”
His mouth curled at Melora, voice taking on the rougher edge of his accent. “Smart one, you are. At least most of the time, if I’m to believe what the others said before.” He wiggled his fingers in the air, eyes narrowed on the fragile looking, newly-created vampiress for a moment. “You need to watch it missy, some older ones, not necessarily Gallian, but Moroi, Akoto, any really, might be a tad upset, last I checked the ban on officials creating newborns was still in affect.”
“You could have waited, Mr. Impulsive. What is she going to eat anyway?” Turning back to Melora, a faint smile came to his lips. “Unless you’d rather knock him over the head…?” Chris clicked his fangs together, eyes dancing with some sort of amusement, mingled with his half-hearted joke.
He wasn’t quite happy, but he wasn’t angry either, more of neutral. But that wouldn’t stop him from poking fun and poking out problems. If being around Anshel, Azura, and Ornock had drilled anything into his skull, it was that it was high time her grew up.
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Post by Doctor on Aug 15, 2010 23:56:03 GMT -8
With a kick, Anshel shut the door behind him, arms full of shopping bags and supplies.
It hadn't been the first time he'd walked into a boutique in the nude. Tailors were understanding that way, always ready to a serve a customer they knew was a sure buyer. Robbed is what he told the man when he asked to use the phone to wire himself some money; it was easier than saying he'd left his wallet in Hell anyway.
Shopping and hoarding turned out to be quite cathartic in the face of the internalized rage his companions had so skillfully stoked into a blaze. With it mildly tempered now, the judge reflected on the events at the palace he'd just spent hours flying to escape.
Melora had been as presumptuous and short-sighted as ever, and while he hadn't expected her to have changed in any case, he was still a bit unsettled by the absence of any loyalty towards him or trust in his character. He'd spent a good portion of his effort and time to meet her needs and protect the little pest, and he deserved no benefit from that? Handling her with children's gloves only got him reprimanded by Satan himself, and he began to lose faith in the girl ever meeting him half way.
Anshel took a moment to smother the irritation that flickered in his chest.
Snapping at Christopher, however, he did regret. The boy was only fifty or so now; he had deserved some time yet to be accustomed to the horrors of the world, and confronting him the way he did did nothing to help the young lord retain any positivity in his outlook.
Setting his things down, Anshel pulled a seat up to the window and thrust the curtains aside, the sky blue and gray again with a touch of indigo on the horizon. It had been so long since he'd watched the sunrise, and feeling the light on his face would absolutely be the best thing to wash the foul taste of rejection from his mouth.
The bastard had walked away. A tight response and Azura had taken his pissiness and the amber eyes he'd used to judge him and fucking left him in the hallway. Out of their ragtag team of killers with issues, the king was the only one Anshel had expected a modicum of understanding from. And to not find it the one time he really needed it was a harsh awakening to the flaws in the camaraderie they had formed. He would not be a substitute for anyone's brother or lover or any codependency. I deserve better than that, Anshel thought. He was the fucking shit, and he refused feed off the scraps of misplaced affection by those who couldn't see that.
The judge shook off his boots and propped his feet on the sill. There was still a job to be done and ass to kiss and pests to protect, but for now he'd feel the warmth of the morning on his face and enjoy the cherished human pleasures he'd sold his soul for.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 16, 2010 0:24:12 GMT -8
After several hours of long discussion between the three of them, and getting Melora situated, Azura had moved into a new room for the time being. It was one that was conveniently attached to another, should the person inside need anything. Honestly, it wasn't like he'd refuse her much. Just what was it about her irritating, ignorant countenance that he liked so much? Maybe it were her ability to see good in a lot of things, though he didn't think she saw herself that way. She still assumed she was the big bad Hunter out to kill hundreds of vampires.
Now she was one.
With a sigh he pushed his bed covers from his naked body and went to dress, having slept terribly through the course of the human day. it was hard coming to terms with what he'd done and what had been done to him. He also felt guilty for the deaths of his cousins, but what was he to do? He didn't need the security risk they'd presented.
That's what he'd left it at, and now, just as he and Melora had discussed, now they needed to find Anshel. He would apologize for his actions, because they weren't right. Anshel was a good man...demon regardless of the things he'd done or was made to do. The Judge was better than most, in fact, and Azura was too blinded by frazzled emotions that he couldn't see that clearly enough when it'd counted most.
Slipping on a pair of black slacks, he walked over to the adjoining door and knocked softly.
"Wake up, Melora. We need to get going."
With that he tugged on a casual white button up short, long sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair getting tied up into a pony tail. This was one of the very few occasions when he was home that'd he'd even consider dressing in such a way. He'd taken a day off. Luckily for him, this was all understood by his officials. they'd obviously thought he was traumatized over the whole cousin thing, thinking him a man to actually dwell on family members he'd barely known and who'd scoffed at his...unusual relations with humans.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 16, 2010 20:15:30 GMT -8
Melora rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Her sleep schedule hadn't changed at all, at least. She yawned, taking care to make sure she didn't give herself any accidental piercings with her fangs. Running her fingers through her hair she thought carefully about the night before. How had she gotten to the bed? Oh, that's right. After her change Azura dragged her along, practically kicking and screaming, while he insisted that she eat. Not being willing to drink blood, she argued the entire way, until Azura pointed out that she was going to die. Well, so much for any plans to become vegetarian. She had pretty much jumped whichever poor soul Azura had presented for her, but luckily not killed the bastard. That simply wasn't her style, she decided. After that, her memory got hazy, but she had probably passed out sometime after that, at which point Azura had likely brought her here and dumped her in the bed. It was then that Melora realized, she had no clothes on.
"Azura...!" She managed to squeal before cursing in Russian, all the while throwing clean clothing on. Yes, Melora was still herself after all, and Azura could take comfort in that fact.
She emerged into the room beside hers in a huff, still pulling on the last bit of her clothes. Black and white, simple clothing. A short black skirt sat at her waist, white shirt tucked into it. Black and gold jewelry adorned her neck and ears, and she had pulled her dark hair back into a curly updo in order to keep her hair out of her face. She looked more like a secretary than a hunter in this outfit, but it would do for traveling. Finally she managed her arms through a black shrug to complete the outfit. "Azura." She paused, waiting for him to react, likely thinking he was going to get a verbal beating. Instead, she smiled. "Good morning! Do you know what today is?"
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