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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 18, 2010 22:11:31 GMT -8
[Moved from: Naoto's Journey Westward/Brazil]
Azura walked in behind Anshel, halting abruptly at again the smell of salty tears. He lifted his head, eyes narrowing in near disbelief at Melora's shaking back. Crossing the distance in four strides he was standing behind her, just to the side enough to place a hand on her shoulder and lean forward to view her face.
"Stop that," he said firmly, but quietly. "There's no reason you should be crying right now." Granted, his pep talks left a little to be desired, but at least he was trying. Something painful twisted in his chest at the sight of her tears, and he nearly started wigging out because of it. Melora never cried, and this new development lead him to believe that some part of her had actually changed with the transformation. She was freaking normal.
He looked over his shoulder at Anshel, about to make a dirty look, but decided against it. The man was entitled to his opinion on the matter as was everyone else, but the shame in it lay with Melora feeling like an outcast when this was her only option. She was doing what she felt she absolutely had to. However, his hand in the soupy muck of this whole mess made him feel guilty as hell and part of him felt like sitting and crying with her.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 18, 2010 22:18:06 GMT -8
It was then that Melora did something entirely unexpected. In one fluid motion, she stood and hugged Azura around the waist. The man was much taller than herself, if she had wanted to hug him around the shoulders she'd have to stand on tip-toe, so this would do for now. She continued to cry, tears soaking his shirt where her face was, right next to his chest. No sobbing, no sound, just tears and shaking. She wasn't a hunter, she wasn't a born vampire, she had no family. The only thing she would have left after this was her soul. Was that honestly very worth it? Had she made the right choice? She wanted to ask that and a million more questions, but Anshel would only tell her she was stupid. And Melora couldn't help but believe that. "I'm sorry....Извинения..." She mumbled, voice cracking from choking back tears.
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Post by Doctor on Aug 19, 2010 0:21:35 GMT -8
Why was she crying? Anshel wondered. Remorse? Regret? Anger at him for not believing her wild conspiracy theories? Inconspicuously, he patted his back pocket, feeling her 'proof' folded and tucked neatly inside. He'd investigate, but doubted Melora's accusations would be substantiated.
"I need her undressed," Anshel interrupted Azura's attempt at consoling the girl. "It's best if she's in a tub of cold water."
He wanted this done quick and without a mess. His feelings towards Melora and her situation were unclear and chaotic at best. Soon, if Satan would permit it, she and her betrayal and her tragic fate would be one of his deeply hidden memories and then nothing at all. Maybe, if he played his cards right, by the time she made a turn for the worse, he'd be out of commission, too. Off someplace far from the centers vampire diplomacy, doing something more enjoyable than seeing the daughters of his clan sell their humanity and putting them down once their violent hysteria became unmanageable. And in that instance, he really did doubt Azura. The king grew too easily attached, and his devotion towards Melora as her maker would only make him blind or permissive of the girl's behavior. He wouldn't be the one to kill her when the time came. The judge was sure of that.
With the instructions proposed, Anshel left for the washroom to line the floors with towels and fill the tub with soothing water.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 19, 2010 0:43:31 GMT -8
Azura patted Melora's hair, looking off in Anshel's direction. "It's alright, there's nothing to apologize for, Melora."
He took both of his hands, placing them around her wrists as he pulled away from her to make sure she was paying attention. "You heard Anshel, right? We'll wait out here while you undress if you want, but it's time to get Vetis the hell out of you."
He looked concerned, not knowing what else to say to those red-rimmed, tearful eyes. He almost felt panicky with the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to help it, either.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 19, 2010 0:50:08 GMT -8
"Just stay. You're fine, you'll both be seeing me in a few moments anyway." Melora pulled away from him and turned towards the bed, sighing as she pulled her shirt up and over her head. This was no time to be embarrassed, this was necessary. Being bashful wasn't going to help the situation. "I'm not sure what to expect. Anshel," She called to him while he prepared the washroom. "Can you give me an idea of what's going to happen?" While she waited for his response, she pulled more clothes from her cold frame, even tinier without them on. She wasn't anorexic by any means, but her entire body was simply built tiny. Melora stood, unflinching despite being entirely exposed. There was no sense in hiding anything or even feeling guilty about this. Vetis would be gone soon, and Melora couldn't wait for that. It had been the longest 66 days of her life. Fear took to her mind, even though she knew she was far from falling apart without her, Melora couldn't help but wonder what would happen when the demon was finally apart from her.
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Post by Doctor on Aug 19, 2010 1:07:48 GMT -8
Anshel pulled open drawers, searching for salts to add to the filling tub. Could he give her an idea about what was going to happen? Yeah, he could. And because he did, he was tempted to deny it and spare her the fear. But Melora was her own woman. She wasn't his to protect anymore, she had made her decision.
"It's going to hurt like nothing you have ever felt before," he called out coldly. "You'll thrash around and lack any composure, not even enough to scream. Vetis will leave a wake of scorching pain as she leaves you and you will feel like the fires of hell are burning you from the inside out. Ten seconds of that permeating through every layer of your flesh and it'll be done." Anshel surveyed the bath again, imagining it happen before his eyes. Her head would twist and contort, cushioned by the water. Its coolness she wouldn't feel until the last second, just as Vetis' demonic force fled through her skin. "I'll hold you under," he continued. "And it will feel like you're drowning, but that panic will help you ignore the pain." He didn't mention that as she was now undead, that trick probably wouldn't work and she'd feel everything regardless. "And then it will be done and you'll be lying in a warm, soothing bath. Without any trace it happened at all." Except for the scars your soul.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 19, 2010 22:15:19 GMT -8
Azura swallowed, hard. Melora, despite his having seen her in varying stages of undress many time before, had never actively undressed before him. Thank God she wasn't actually trying to be sexy or he'd be rolling on the ground panting like a dog in heat.
He sort of hated her for that. The reactions she elicited from him were unusual, especially for a woman regardless of the fact that he liked both males and females equally. It was strange...
He frowned, mulling the bit of information over in his head before he realized he was practically glaring at her and quickly focused in on something else, though it wasn't much better. He'd have to stand by and watch Anshel basically drown her, though she couldn't die from lack of oxygen any longer. This would be tougher than he thought, and hopefully she didn't fight back. The panic and fear could cause something akin to a black out in which she might actually try to kill the both of them or at the very least make a run for it to save herself. She was unstable as a new vampire, and hopefully she'd strengthen as time went on, though he wasn't sure.
Everything from here on out concerning that woman was mere speculation.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 19, 2010 22:25:37 GMT -8
"Azura, snap out of it. I need to ask you a favor." She snapped her fingers for emphasis, trying to keep his attention, hopefully on her face. "And it's not the same favor as before. If I freak out or if anything happens, I want you to subdue me by any means necessary." She looked at the floor and ran her fingers through her hair, untangling it at the ends. "Please."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 19, 2010 22:34:54 GMT -8
Christopher had remained silent and thoughtful, listening to the description in quiet, not reacting outwardly in the slightest, save his eyes moving away to focus on something outside the window when she began to undress. He seemed to lapse, fall someplace else in entirely, though anybody could be certain that as soon as Melora made a single scream, that’d be the thing to snap him out of it.
Being in the presence of a woman was making his heart ache, even if he didn’t feel for this particular woman. His woman was back at the stupid Citadel, trying to keep his world from crumbling away, his Clan. That fiery redhead had sacrificed so much, been of infinite help, willing, patient… It was not fair for him not to be there. This was the second time he’d focused on this aspect, and he didn’t like it. What use was he here?
Then the irritating snapping sound drew him from his thoughts, and it was as though the room had come back into clearify once more. His gaze flicked over to Melora, registered in a single second she was still just fine (and still clad in nothing but her own skin), and despite the normal male reaction, her curbed it, adhering his attention to her face and voice only.
“Melora.” He said dryly. “That’s hard, you’re still young, and young ones are some of the strongest who don’t have manifested power.” He inhaled and exhaled deeply, centering on his core with his eyes closing, allowing an icy wind to brush over his face.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 19, 2010 22:41:54 GMT -8
Azura cleared his throat, and with what could have been a small uncomfortable whimper as his eyes met her face. Why was he acting like a teenage boy?
"Christopher is right. And...I'll try, but by any means necessary, that might mean killing you."
He turned his face with a sigh, his condition not getting any better with her just standing there clad in naught but her frickin dermis and acting as if this was going to be some kind of uncomfortable two second deal. This wasn't like going to the doctor and getting a goddamn shot in the arm. "Did you hear what Anshel said? Are you really ready?"
And good God did he hope she was. He was unsure if he could spend another minute in the same room with her like this and not do something completely abhorrent.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 19, 2010 22:49:12 GMT -8
"Azura...." Melora had finally caught on by the way he was shifting, not looking at her. "Am I making you uncomfortable? I could cover up with something." She sighed, kind of wishing she was naked in front of him in a different situation. A much more pleasurable one. One where they would be entwined and tangled up in the bedsheets and....No! Melora shivered, hoping to snap herself out of it. Back to reality, back to the idea that she was going to experience a shit ton of pain. She had let her mind wander in hopes of distracting herself from the task at hand, and who could blame her. "I will try to control myself as best as possible. I am ready, I have been waiting for this." Truth be told, no one had mentioned the part about fiery hell pain from the beginning. But there was no turning back. Vetis was going to leave one way or another, and Melora had her bets placed on the fact that this process was going to be far better than any of the other possibilities.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 19, 2010 22:58:27 GMT -8
"Yeah, get the bed sheet or something. I kick it off at night anyway," he mumbled. He felt overly sensitized with her in the room, nearly to the point where he could feel the heat rolling off of her skin. If her were a human, it might be unbearable, and it was now he realized the sexual allure of a vampire, especially a made one. Dracula had the right idea. His three wives must have been beautiful as humans, but as vampires...how did the man find a spare moment? Azura would have been busy all day.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 19, 2010 23:07:20 GMT -8
Christopher sighed, about to bluntly say what exactly was wrong with the entire situation, (Really Azura, jump her already!), when there was a knock against the sturdy wood of the door. Not allowing anybody else to move, he was at the large piece of oak, blocking the crack, which he’d only opened a couple of inches with his body, blocking out the outsider’s view. “Yes? We’re busy.”
A Gallian shifted. “There’s a visitor for you, should I notify King Az-“
Christopher’s brows knit in a stormy expression. “That will not be necessary.” He slipped outside the door, still blocking it. “Who?”
“Small, white hair, meek.” He tried, not finding any words to coordinate with the woman’s behavior.
Christopher’s eyes went wide with surprise. Why would Perenelle have come instead of Serena? “Please, escort me to her.” He stated, voice seeping with authority. The man looked hesitant, wanting to go check in with Azura, but reluctantly lead him off.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 19, 2010 23:16:38 GMT -8
She pulled the sheet from the bed, pulling it around her exposed frame. It dragged along the floor behind her. "Better, Azura?" Melora noted Chris leaving the room and Anshel fast at work in the washroom. It was now just her, Azura, and sexual tension hanging in the air between them. She sighed and sat on the bed to break up the monotony, and also to now be standing directly in front of him, feeling like her was imagining her minus the sheet. He probably was. She kinda hoped he was.
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Post by Doctor on Aug 19, 2010 23:32:32 GMT -8
Anshel deposited his jacket on the sink and mechanically rolled up the thick cotton sleeves of his button down past his elbows. His steady hand hovered just above the dagger he'd laid out, studying it, contemplating the task as a surgeon would. The exchange he heard from the main room bothered him. Azura's sexual interest in Melora unsettling him in a way it never did before. Azura was a factor he hadn't considered. The only thing more dangerous than a made vampire was her maker, after enough time.
Anshel closed his eyes, feeling the passage of time in his gut. Seconds ticked by and he could feel the moment draw closer. It was time. He shut the faucet off, the tub already filled with cold, clear water, tinged green by the lights above them.
"Melora," he called back out to the room. "Now."
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