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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 17, 2018 20:56:45 GMT -5
Morior βHehβ¦β Brooke let out a breath, and said nothing else, as she noticed how the officer assumed what the rest of her sentence would be. Better he did that than pry. She kept walking, that dryness in her throat only increasing with each passing moment. At this rate she was sure her blue eyes must be turning that incriminating shade of blood-red, the one trait her kind possessed that could reveal her status to mortals. She only hoped that the man walking next to her wouldnβt notice.
Sheβd have to act fast if he did.
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Post by Morior on Dec 17, 2018 21:42:47 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½Iskender kept walking silently when she didn't reply, looking ahead and not looking at her to notice her eyes. He didn't say anything else, assuming she wanted to just walk quietly, putting his hands back in the pockets of his jacket and relaxing a little. He spoke again only as they stopped to wait for the cross-light to walk across the street. "How much farther is it?" He asked her.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 17, 2018 21:58:40 GMT -5
(Think she should attack? Or would you rather do something different?)
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Post by Morior on Dec 17, 2018 22:28:55 GMT -5
(she should attack)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 17, 2018 23:10:54 GMT -5
Morior The question the officer asked only served to panic Brooke more as they stopped at the crosswalk. βItβs...still a ways away. At least a couple more blocks.β she answered honestly, her mind already attempting to calculate how to last until then. Unfortunately for her, her mind only grew more and more muddled as her thoughts gave way to bloodthirst. I have to get out of here soon. Light, please turn!
Almost as if on command the light did turn then, the cars slowing to a halt allowing the doctor and her companion to cross the street safely. When they made it to the other side, her eyes began to dart from side to side, searching for an answer or an outing or something. Finally her gaze rested on the officer, his scent washing over her, and she became hyper aware of the blood pounding through his veins, blood she desperately wanted to drink right now.
She inhaled sharply. βIβm really sorry about this.β she muttered, before she suddenly grabbed his collar and dived into the alley nearby, dragging the poor mortal with her.
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Post by Morior on Dec 17, 2018 23:45:53 GMT -5
"A couple more blocks doesn't seem too bad." Iskender felt a drop fall and noticed the heavy scent of rain on the air. "Maybe if we hurry we can get there before it starts pouring." He held his hand out to feel the drops as they crossed the street but they came few and far between. He noticed her tense nervousness a minute too late, and instinctively tried to fight her off as he was pulled into the alley.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 0:03:47 GMT -5
Morior The strength the vampire possessed was enough to match a werewolf. It was inhuman, and undeniable. Perhaps a mortal could be convinced that it was merely adrenaline fueling Brookeβs muscles, but she knew that this one wouldnβt, for one reason: he wouldnβt remember this encounter at all by the time she was done with him. (well, in this universe thatβs what happens. Up to you though)
When the two were concealed by the darkness of the alley and the passing evening, Brooke whirled the man around and slammed his back into the wall. Her hand was tightly clenched around the collar of his police uniform, her blood-red eyes set with a crazed hunger. She stared into the officerβs face, and hesitated for a second. βGah, if only you werenβt so nice...maybe I could have spared you.β she choked out, her tone pained. She didn't want to do this...but she had little control now.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 0:07:59 GMT -5
Iskender even with the extensive combat training ingrained into instincts by now wasn't a match for her. He got in a few hits but caught by surprise and exhausted it didn't do much. He head swam when he hit the wall and glared back at Brooke and her red eyes. "What are you going to do?" He muttered in shock.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 0:24:11 GMT -5
Brookeβs breathing was ragged and heavy as she fought to control the urge to sink her fangs into the mortalβs flesh. Her fist pressed harder into his sternum, as if she wanted to push him away. Futile, of course, as there was a brick wall behind him. βI...Iβm not going to kill you.β she told him, and her gaze shifted towards his neck. Right there, a bounty of the red liquid awaited. βAll I want is your blood.β Blood. Saying the word out loud sparked something in the vampire, an instinct that was nearly impossible to suppress.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 0:31:29 GMT -5
Alex winced and try to push Brooke back. "I don't know what you're on or what you've been taking, but you need to let me go and get yourself some help." The idea of her being a vampire didn't cross his mind in any genuine sense, he didn't believe in vampires. It seemed like he simply thought she was crazy.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 0:36:14 GMT -5
(Should she bite him? Or let him go?)
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 0:38:14 GMT -5
(bite him)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 1:01:15 GMT -5
Brooke huffed at the manβs insistence that she was a drug-addict or something. βOh...I only wish it were something so temporary.β she said as she held the struggling officer in place. Addiction was curable at least, and it was something that mortals could understand. But her condition...no, that would never be cured. Not until the day she died, and only to violence befitting her kind.
Her eyes still trained on the officerβs neck, to that one spot where vampires made their mark. Her throat practically burned with anticipation, and she knew she had to get this over with. After she was done she could go home and regret everything, but now she needed to push aside her misgivings and drink. With her free hand, she tugged aside the cloth encasing his neck, exposing the juncture where neck and shoulder met. She glanced at the manβs face one more time. βI really am sorry for this.β she muttered. Then she leaned her head down and drew back her lips, showing off her fangs. In an instant she slammed down, sharp teeth puncturing the poor mortalβs skin. Blood welled very quickly and she immediately began to drink it up, one hand braced on the manβs shoulder with the other still clamped firmly over his shirt.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 1:10:36 GMT -5
Iskender watched her nervously, and could see her fangs now as she spoke. "Ah, sht!" He winced when she bit him and grabbing her shoulder tried to push her head away from her neck. He tried punching, even tried to knee her in the stomach but didn't have the room while she pinned him to the wall.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 1:24:06 GMT -5
Brooke felt the blows the officer made as he desperately tried to defend himself. She winced with each one but still clung onto his collar with her teeth, refusing to let go. It was only when she had her fill that she let herself be pushed away, the pain beginning to blossom in her stomach. Blood dripped from her mouth, sliding down her chin as she stared at him with ragged breaths heaving her body. By now the red hue in her eyes would be fading back to blue, as the thirst finally disappeared with the mortalβs blood in her body.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 1:26:14 GMT -5
Iskender went pale with the loss of blood. Dizzily he tried to move away from the wall when she backed off but stumbled, holding a hand over where she bit him to stop the bleeding. He blinked a few times but his head swam and all he could do was stare at the ground.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 1:40:06 GMT -5
Brooke watched the man stumble and clutch his shoulder, over the wound that she caused. He was going to have a rough time if she didnβt do anything, not to mention the scene he would cause if he walked out in public bleeding like that. βOkay, shit, okay. I can fix this.β she breathed as she quickly tried to formulate a plan. Biting someone in an alley was a terrible idea; it was obvious now. She fumbled through the pockets of her lab coat, hoping to find something to stop the bleeding, and almost sighed in relief when she pulled out a spare roll of gauze she must have forgotten to put away. βHold still, I can help.β she told the man as she approached him cautiously, totally expecting him to push her away but offering anyway.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 1:45:29 GMT -5
Iskender moved away from her, backing into the wall again before moving to the side to dodge her. "Just stay away." He said weakly, holding a hand out to keep her back. She must've drank a lot, this isn't good... He walked for the end of the alleyway, pulling his cellphone from his pocket.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 1:59:37 GMT -5
Uh oh, not good. Brooke thought as the man began to walk away, and especially when he took his phone out of his pocket. Whoever he was about to call, there was no way she could let that happen. βNo, you canβt!β The words slipped out of her mouth as she rushed forward, reaching to grab the phone in his hand.
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 2:03:47 GMT -5
Iskender tried to make a call as he walked out onto the sidewalk. A couple people were walking by and a few looked in their direction in confusion. He tried to dodge her coming for his phone when he heard her but the movement made him stumble over again, putting out a hand to catch himself.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 2:23:38 GMT -5
When Brooke swiped a hand towards his phone but missed, she lost her balance and stumbled out onto the sidewalk with him. She straightened up and looked around, and a jolt of panic shot through her when she realized there were witnesses. Some of them were even looking this way. I canβt cause a scene out here. All I can do is get out of here and hope the amnesia venom takes effect soon. Abandoning the officer and his phone, she abruptly turned around and walked away as calmly as she could, towards the direction of her home. She managed to get a few steps before a sudden realization stopped her in her tracks. She gasped and brought a hand up to her mouth, wiping away the blood in the process. I forgot to give the venom!
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 2:26:59 GMT -5
Iskender tried to stand up but instead stayed on his knees as he called a friend. "I know it doesn't make any sense..." He said. After a moment's rest he got up and started walking back the way they came, in the direction of the hospital. "I feel like I'm going to pass out could you just get here?" He asked the person on the other end of the call. Blood soaked the collar of his shirt as he kept a hand over the bite.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 2:31:55 GMT -5
(Hmm...what should happen now do you think? I'm a bit low on ideas)
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 2:58:54 GMT -5
(I have no ideas unfortunately)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 3:03:06 GMT -5
(Alright it's late for me so I'll have to sleep on it lol)
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Post by Morior on Dec 18, 2018 3:11:54 GMT -5
(he's gonna release the existence of vampires to the police force)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 18, 2018 21:00:58 GMT -5
(Ooooo that should make things very interesting~ Should he succeed in that or should he be stopped somehow?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2018 14:36:28 GMT -5
(i'm here.)
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Spencer scrunched her nose in disapproval. If he wasnβt a werewolf, why did he know about them? Who even was this guy anyway? Spencer had certainly never seen him in these woods before, or anywhere really. βOkay well first of all, werewolves are not that great. Trust me, I would know.β Her body shifted as she said this, one hand placed on her hip which swung in the other direction, and the other lifting to point at herself. βNot sure why some regular guy, albeit a weird one, would be a βfanβ, but okay.β As her temper subsided, the sass started to make its debut. It was her...subtle way of probing, of asking why he would be interested in her kind if he wasnβt one of them.
For a second, she scrutinized him. He kinda seemed like a normal guy around her age, with his hair worn in golden waves and his normal-people clothing. And yet, something was very off about him. βWho are you, anyway?β she asked with an accusatory tone. βI mean, people who are sane donβt stand all alone in the woods late at night.β Hey! Sorry for the long absence. Christmastime is busy around here. ^^ Ren didn't argue with her opinion on lycanthropy - he had heard of many werewolves who disliked or even hated what they were. He couldn't blame them, really, but that didn't mean he had to agree. He could have spent his whole immortal existence hating himself and what he was, but he chose not to because that was a waste of time and energy, and it wouldn't have changed a damn thing.
Her question, and subsequent comment, had a crooked smile appearing on his delighted face. βMy name is Renegade. And I've never claimed to be sane.β After living as long as he had, he stood firm in the belief that no one was truly sane and everyone was their own brand of crazy.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 21, 2018 17:59:10 GMT -5
(All good Dreamer!! Nice to see ya again!
And I'm gonna try to get replies out sometime in the near future lol. Will most likely be busy tonight though)
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