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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 11:25:13 GMT -5
(lol, so sorry for all the confuzzlement. It's a choice of all three, whichever they chose to do with her or whichever happened first. Well actually, she was beaten and abused for sure, but the other are choices that they are deciding on which to choose. Did that help any? I know it was worded oddly...Sorry.)
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 18:57:39 GMT -5
(That helped plenty. Thankies. ^-^)
The following night, Macon climbed out of his coffin, feeling stiff. "Gah... I need to get something bigger..." He brushed himself off, and headed downstairs. Sometimes his house made him feel a little odd, since it was such a narrow shape. Stepping into the streets, he took a long, deep breath. It wasn't time yet for him to be at the club, so in the meantime he'd grab a quick meal. Maybe just snack on a kid.
As he walked along the sidewalk, humming a tune, he ended up smelling something. Sniffing the air more carefully, he realized that it was a smell very familiar to him. Blood. Following the irresistable scent, he found his way to an old looking place, and someone was patrolling outside. Something about this place wasn't right, so he stuck with the shadows and used every bit of his vampire skills to stay quiet and hidden. Young as he was, the ability to stay undetected was pure instinct to all vampires.
After making his way inside, he noticed another familiar scent. It was Catrisa. Continuing to skulk, he steped inside the room she was being held in, and he did not like what he saw.
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 19:28:59 GMT -5
She was brused all over, tied up to a chair near a corner of the wall. A man was talking to her quite loudly, wanting to know how to get through the demon realm but she would say nothing, just stare at the floor, trying to act like this wasn't happening. Blood dribbled from her mouth from her lip and there was a tear in one of her ears. The man was about to hit her once again.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 20:11:41 GMT -5
Sooner than you could blink, Macon was behind the man. He grabbed his wrist so tightly that the very bones cracked and fractured. With his free hand Macon grabbed the man's other wrist and pinned it behind his back. In a deadly, yet still soft voice, Macon whispered in his ear, "What do you think you're doing to my friend?" With a slight twist he broke the man's other wrist.
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 20:23:39 GMT -5
The man winced and screamed in pain. "Aghhh..." was all that would come out of his mouth. What was this man and how did he get in? Catrisa still stared at the floor. She had obviously gained some mental issues while here, tuned out to the world.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 20:29:54 GMT -5
Feeling both anoyyed and angered that he wasn't given an immediate response, plus the fact that he was hungry, Macon sank his fangs in the man's neck. There was no way that the man could get away, and screaming was very difficult when something was invading your throat.
In a few moments the man was drained enough to fall unconscious, and eventually die. Maco ndidn't even try to finish him off, he tasted horrible. Croutching down on one knee, Macon looked up at Catrisa and made sure that she could see him. "Catrisa?" he said, voice filled with concern, "Catrisa, are you alright? What happened?"
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 20:31:55 GMT -5
She wouldn't respond. All she'd do was blink once in a while down at the floor. She looked horrible and worse for wear. Her hands were tied behind her back with rope and in order for her to go anywhere, those bonds would have to be broken.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 20:39:55 GMT -5
Macon went behind her and gently undid the bindings. There was nothing around to treat her wounds, so Macon simply scouped her up bridal style to take her back to his place. He himself healed rapidly, but clearly she did not share this advantage. Again he tried to get her attention, "Can you say anything? Anything at all?"
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 20:45:15 GMT -5
After being scoped up she did respond for a moment by looking up from the floor and at him, but only for a moment, before once again looking down at the ground. She knew he was there but was still in her world, trying to pretend nothing of the sort had ever happened.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 20:57:45 GMT -5
He made sure to leave the building carefully, and luckily he came across no one else. He tried to keep his pace smooth enough to not joust her around too much. After a few minutes they arrived back at Macon's home. Placing her down on a couch, he bengan to treat her wounds with what medical supplies he had.
After he finished patching her up the best he could, he gently tipped her chin up. "Feel any better yet?"
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 21:02:50 GMT -5
Patching her up seemed to help a bit. After he had done a few wounds she began watching what he did to her. And even after, when he tipped her chin she seemed to nod very very slightly. The only way he would have known was when he held her chin in his hand and felt the movement, otherwise it would have been undedectable.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 21:08:07 GMT -5
Macon smiled warmly. "Good... You should probably rest. I could head out to get something for you to eat, or would you rather that I stay here with you?" As much as he wanted to know what had happened, and even more why, he had gathered that she simply wouldn't be able to speak a word of it in her current state.
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 21:10:21 GMT -5
She reached out slowly and touched his arm softly. She wanted him to stay. She didn't feel safe now without someone that she trusted near her.
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Post by elainet on Aug 1, 2006 21:27:42 GMT -5
He nodded and understood. Macon grabbed hmself a chair and sat down near her. "There must be something that I can do to help those wounds heal..." He closed his eyes and thought for a while, then a memory rose in his mind. When he had first been made a vampire, his lord (the term for the older vampire) taught him a number of tricks and useful things that a young vampire should know. One of those tricks was how powerful a vampire's blood was, and if enough of the blood was transfered to another, it had very drastic healing abilities.
"I think I know what may help you out..." Macon bent down next to her, and cut a small gash on his wrist. He placed his wrist near her mouth and told her to drink.
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 21:34:19 GMT -5
(Just to let you know I may be leaving soon so yeah...If I disappear...That'd be why.) She furrowed her eyebrows slightly but after a moment did as told. She knew he'd do nothing to hurt her, after all, he saved her. She began to drink his blood by lapping at his wrist gently, like a cat would. After a bit she began to feel stronger and it showed. Some of her cuts and bruises began to fade away. After she felt she'd had enough for now she stopped and turned her head away from his wrist. She herself had never drank blood, nevermind a vampire's, but it seemed like a experience she couldn't exactly describe if she tried. It made her feel powerful by drinking another's blood, because they were too weak to stop you from doing so. Of course this was not the case and she well knew it, but it must be how a vampire felt after drinking anothers blood, she thought.
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