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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:14:03 GMT -5
Cade clenched his shaking hands into fists, and didn't even attempt to get to his feet. If he moved too much, he would have to take his mind off fighting down his instincts, and that would have horrible consequences. "The teeth?" he repeated slowly. "The teeth? You have... no idea. You wouldn't undersstand." His eyes widened, and he pressed his fists against his mouth. His teeth were definitely growing, however hard he fought against it. "Run away," he whimpered desperately. "Please, do it thiss time." ~*~ Rather pleased with his success, the Vicomte strolled along the city streets, absent-mindedly replacing the dagger in his belt and allowing the trenchcoat to conceal it once more. It had been a long time since he'd been out and about like this. The city was disgustingly modern, and both unfamiliar and disturbing to him. Nevertheless, he raised his head and moved towards the city centre with unerring accuracy. Perhaps there he would find a mortal worth turning. Even with just one vampire under his control, he could begin to take over this place. Once he had a servant, he would have to turn his attention to the slayers that fool Cade had mentioned.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:14:34 GMT -5
"Why?" Ryan demanded, stubborn as a donkey. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell just happened here. Besides," he continued, crossing his arms as he talked, "whatever freaky thing you did that you aren't bleeding out on the pavement ready to die, you're still gonna get mugged, or something. Honestly, everyone knows that you can't just go walking around the city in the middle of the night looking like you were just in a freakin' gang fight."
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:17:04 GMT -5
OOC Oh, yash, if you wish to you can have more than one charrie running around. Or, alternatively, invite other people in for Monsieur le Vicomte to bite. ^_^ Heehee.
IC Cade closed his eyes to avoid seeing the blood all around him. But he could still smell it. Still feel the scent at the back of his throat... so alluring, and tempting...
He was whispering, though he hardly realised it. And Ryan wouldn't understand anyway - unless he spoke Latin.
"Volo cruorem," he whined, and opened his eyes. Ryan had had his chance. And - damn Saladin, or the Vicomte, or whoever he was at the moment - he couldn't resist any longer.
He got to his feet, hands pressing briefly into the blood pooled on the pavement.
"What just happened?" he breathed dreamily, his back to Ryan as his head tipped back, and back to stare up at the sky. "Cassus lumine," he whispered, sighed the sigh of one who is prepared for his next action, and licked his lips around his teeth.
"You were attacked," he said idly, "by a vampire. And you wouldn't run. I did tell you to run."
He whirled, seized Ryan's shoulders, and lunged to sink his teeth into the boy's throat.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:17:31 GMT -5
A moment before the man- apparently, the vampire- attacked, Ryan had been wondering what the heck he was saying. He had never heard such a language before. But before he could get around to wondering what language it was, he found himself gripped tightly by the shoulders and lunged at for the second time in the space of half an hour.
For all the good it would do, Ryan did what came naturally- screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life as he began to struggle. If this guy really was a vampire (which, at this point, Ryan hardly doubted), the thing that would be wisest to do would be to avoid being bitten.
Unfortunately, as he had hardly any time to realize this, the screaming and thrashing did nothing.
ooc: I am dreaming up another character as we speak... type... yah.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:17:56 GMT -5
OOC Please forgive the touches of godmoding. And the swearing. IC It had been at least forty years since Cade had drunk fresh, human blood. Accordingly, he was exceedingly thirsty. But as the vampiric side of him achieved its goal, and its thirst was gradually slaked, reason began to reassert itself. His first thought followed closely along the lines of, dear gods, he was halfway towards turning into Laurence, stroke whoever. His second thought was for the boy. It may have been forty years since he'd given in and drunk blood, but he had never yet let the vampire kill. Now was not a good time to start - he'd told Laurence that. But as he forced himself to pull away, absently licking stray threads of blood from the side of his mouth, he realised that he'd gone too far. The boy had lost... had... He admitted it to himself. He'd stolen too much blood from the boy. Ryan's screams would have attracted attention, he knew. There wasn't much time - and Ryan was already pale from the sudden loss of blood. And probably a good deal of shock. Panicking, Cade pulled one hand away from Ryan's shoulder and pressed down on the wounds in his neck. "Shit, shit, shit! Hold on kid, don't die, please!" He swallowed, realising that if he wanted the boy to live, he had only one choice. And there was enough of his blood just lying around clotting that it was possible to do. "Listen, kid, if you want to survive, you're going to have to..." he paused, but knew he had to continue. "Drink my blood. I don't know if it'll just heal you - sometimes that's all - or if you'll turn into one of us. But you'll die if you don't do it." Releasing Ryan for a moment, he swiftly bent to sweep up a scant handful of his own, still liquid, blood from the floor. Unhygienic, true, but what the hell else could he do? Catching hold of the boy's shoulder again, ignoring the bleeding wounds on the side of his neck, he offered his hand to Ryan.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:19:50 GMT -5
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...Ryan's panicking mind told him that he was screaming the word aloud, over and over, but he could hardly tell what was real from what wasn't at the moment. He felt oddly light, and his head- there was no other word for it- was fuzzy. His vision blurred and his knees trembled, as though he was going to pass out, but the boy clung to consciousness. No, no, no, no, no, no, no...If only his neck felt so fuzzy, a rather dazed part of his mind murmured. It hurt, it hurt a lot, make it stop, please, please make it stop... The small part of Ryan's mind that was still thinking clearly heard what the vampire was telling him, and instantly launched into a debate with itself. It was a full minute before he made up his mind- or the reasonable bit of it, anyway. If the vampire was right, there was nothing else for it. Unable to voice his answer, he forced his head forward, falling upon Cade's wrist. That small, still-in-touch-with-reality bit of his mind caused him to wretch with the taste, but he drank, anyway. He only managed a few gulps before, with a moan, his knees gave out completely and he collapsed, still holding on desperately to consciousness. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...[glow=red,2,300]~~~~~[/glow] “Logan Matthew Harding, you are the most idiotic, selfish, insensitive person I have ever had the misfortune to meet!” cried a redheaded, furious-looking girl, following in the steps of a boy who was a little shorter than her. “It must run in the family,” said the boy, with the air of one who has very little patience left. “Cousin! I’m your cousin, Logan, and that hardly makes us related at all, but it’s a good thing for you, because if we weren’t related you wouldn’t be standing here at the moment!” Logan sighed, turning around sharply to glare up at his cousin. Despite the fact that he was two years younger than her at fifteen, he was nearly as tall. “You wouldn’t be standing here at the moment, you mean!” he snapped, his thin, pale face contorted with frustration. “Because if we weren’t related, I’m hungry enough to have-“ “Would you keep it down?” the redhead hissed suddenly. “We’re getting weird looks.” “Laura, I swear, if you keep this up, I won’t think twice about it!” Logan continued, keeping his voice down. “It’s been a month, and I haven’t had regular food or… well… you know… and if you don’t leave me alone-“ “Why should I leave you alone? You have to come home, I don’t care what the hell happened to you! Your parents are worried sick, the twins are-“ “I don’t give a damn what they…” The bickering went on and on, back and forth. Logan seemed to have trouble keeping his gaze away from his cousin’s neck, and the other frequently made references to crucifixes, holy water, and family ties. To put it shortly: Logan, the boy, was a newly turned vampire, and the girl, Laura, was one of the things he feared the most- a vampire slayer. It was only the fact that they were related that had kept them from an all-out brawl, and that treaty didn’t seem as though it would last much longer. The boy was quite pale and looked exhausted, his sandy brown hair in complete disarray. After being bitten, about two months ago, he had awoken to find himself completely alone, with two overly-large teeth. It hadn’t taken him too long to figure out what had happened. Since that day, he had only managed to get one little sip of blood, and that had only made him hungry for more. Getting his hands on actual food was out of the question- he couldn’t get any without money, and he couldn’t very well go and get a job with his age and the little problem of his teeth growing longer spontaneously. “Look,” he hissed as the pair passed an alleyway, his hands shaking. “Just get lost, and don’t tell anyone you saw me. I can handle this, I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need you pursuing me with a vow for vengeance, or whatever.” “Where on earth did you get that? And I wouldn’t need vengeance. It wouldn’t take me long to kill you, you know.” Logan’s jaw tightened, and he winced as the fangs that had emerged hours ago sliced into his tongue. “Wouldn’t take me long to kill you, either,” he snapped, seizing his cousin by the shoulder and thrusting her into the alleyway. He locked his arms around her neck as she struggled, and both collapsed, rolling about on the pavement as Laura attempted to hit him wherever she could, and Logan strained to reach her neck. “Nooo!”
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:20:44 GMT -5
As Ryan collapsed, Cade knelt beside him, wiping his hands more or less clean on his shirt. The boy's wounds were healing visibly, pulling back together and becoming almost as good as new. But, as always, there would be a scar left behind. "I'm sorry," he said softly, though he knew that the boy would... survive, if not live in the strictest sense of the word. "But you wouldn't run. I tried." He had managed to gain control of himself again, and his fangs had retracted, despite the amount of blood they were both covered in. That was a very good thing, considering that there were two mortals running towards them from the other end of the street. By the time they arrived, Ryan's neck would be healed, with no more than an old, almost invisible scar to show for his pains. Cade considered briefly, then said, "Don't tell anyone the truth of what happened here tonight. If they ask, you'll tell them that you were attacked by a madman with a knife, but he got away. Claim that you fought well enough to injure him, and the blood is his. Anything else they ask, make up details that match this story." That should stop the boy from spreading his story too far. With any luck it would be enough to keep the slayers from latching onto the boy and tracing Cade from him. Or killing Ryan, of course. He could only hope that Ryan wouldn't find a way out of obeying a blood-bond, as Saladin had. The two mortals - a man and a woman - reached them, and the man turned away, dizzied by the sight of blood. The woman pulled out a mobile phone, and Cade shook his head. "He's not hurt," he claimed, "just shocked." "Have you called the police?" she asked, adding, "Let me take a look at him - I know First Aid." ~*~ The Vicomte was interested to hear a girl cry out nearby, and, licking his lips thoughtfully, hurried towards the sound. As he drew nearer, he could hear the sounds of a fight, and increased his pace, finally arriving at the entrance to an alleyway. He paused, standing at the other end of the alley to Logan and Laura, and then headed along it, moving silently through the shadows. Even from that, albeit short, distance, he could see that the boy was vampire. Therefore, unless he was either willing to serve, or could be tricked into drinking the Vicomte's blood, as he in turn had been tricked by Cade, he was immediately counted as expendable. The girl was, perhaps, still mortal though. She could be useful. Providing the boy didn't turn her first, of course. With this in mind, the Vicomte drew nearer, and stopped hiding in the darkness of the alley, making his presence noticeable. Fully intending to drag the boy away from the fight, he strode forward purposefully.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:21:03 GMT -5
It was hard to tell whether Ryan took all of this in or not, as part of his mind was still in panic mode, but he gave a stiff nod, shaking violently. He didn't quite acknowledge the two that joined them, staring ahead with a rather dazed look in his eyes. What... the hell... just happened? Confusion was written upon his face, and he blinked a few times, seeming to come back down to earth. It took Ryan a minute to catch himself up with what was going on, and who was who, and why exactly he wasn't dead. By the time he seemed to be, for the most part, calmed down, he was thinking clearly enough to mutter faintly, "My dad's going to kill me." Oh, yes. He was definately going to be all right. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~~~[/glow] It was a minute before the cousins noticed the Vicomte, given that they were still attempting to, quite literally, kill each other. Laura finally managed to get her hand to her neck, half to knock Logan's hand away, and half to pull something out from under her shirt. A small, silver crucifix necklace on a thin chain emerged, and she pressed it to her cousin's hand. Hardly effective, but it would do for the moment. "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, Laura, that hurts!!" Logan wrenched his hand away from her shoulder, stumbling to his feet as he clenched his mouth shut- and his eyes fell upon the stranger. As Laura pulled herself up, she followed his gaze and stiffened. Both were quite suddenly very quiet and still, until, under his breath, Logan muttered, "That one was your fault." Laura did not reply, merely shot him a glare.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:21:38 GMT -5
The woman crouched in front of Ryan, unwilling to kneel on the filth-covered pavement, and raised his head to make him look at her. "Can you tell me your name and address?" she asked, trying to put on a soothing voice. "You mentioned your dad. What's his name?" Cade was a little stuck for options now. With these two mortals here, he couldn't stick around for fear they'd call the police, and all his details would end up in their files... what if they somehow discovered that his fingerprints perfectly matched those of a man who'd been living in London over twenty years ago? He'd had to claim to be thirty-five then - how could he possibly explain away the fact that he still looked barely thirty? But he also couldn't run off without finding out where Ryan lived. He'd have to keep an eye on the boy for the next few weeks, until he was used to the whole... issue. And yet he had to find the Vicomte before the psychotic idiot went and killed anyone else. That was a very depressing train of thought. Added on top of the fact that he'd just lost control and almost killed someone himself. For the first time since World War Two, Cade wished, fleetingly, that he was dead. ~*~ As the two broke apart and ended up staring at him, the Vicomte bowed with a flourish. The swish of his trenchcoat managed to keep the knife at his belt concealed. "Forgive me, madame, monsieur," he said softly, "but I was curious to see why anyone should be fighting with such fury at this time of night. The innocent are surely all abed?" He didn't smile, but his eyes flickered briefly to the cross that Laura held. That, and the fact that she had both fought a vampire off and shown no sign of surprise at his inhumanity, was worrying. Unless she was the atheist Cade had mentioned...? It was that brief thought that held him in place, and prevented him from simply disappearing again. If he could control the atheist... his power would be increased a hundred fold!
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:22:29 GMT -5
Ryan swallowed before he began speaking, still trembling. "Ryan," he murmured hoarsely. "Ryan McComas. My d-dad's name is Warren McComas." He rattled off his address with an expressionless tone of voice, not quite looking the woman in the eyes. He still seemed as though he didn't quite know what to think; whether or not this whole deal was good or bad. He was alive, wasn't he? But what exactly had happened? Ryan closed his eyes. It hurt to think. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] "Uh..." Logan seemed rather lost for words, and he cast a nervous glance at Laura. "We were... um..." It was a good thing that Laura was a quick thinker; otherwise the two might have found themselves in a difficult spot. Rather than supplying the stranger with an answer, she said coolly, “If all of the innocent are… abed… why would we tell a complete stranger who isn’t abed what we’re doing out here?” For one of the few times in his life, Logan was very glad that Laura was his cousin. “Yeah,” he chimed in, rather lamely. His face burned red. “What... what she said.” Laura rolled her eyes in exasperation.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:22:54 GMT -5
"Alright, Ryan," the woman said softly. "Tell me what happened. Are you hurt at all?" Cade got to his feet while the mortal quizzed Ryan, wanting to be as far from the scene as possible by the time the police arrived - which would probably be fairly soon, considering that the man had plucked the woman's phone from her hand and was busy calling them now. While he was being put through, he turned to glance at Cade, saying, "You can't leave - you're a witness." That scuppered that plan then. If he disappeared now they'd be sure to think he was a fugitive, and remember him all the more clearly for it. If he stayed, they might just think of him as a normal person, and forget any details about him. Silently, he stood and waited. ~*~ A thin smile stretched across the Vicomte's lips. The girl had spirit, that was certain. "Bravo, madame. But remember that the night is dangerous, and that those with no reason to venture out fall... prey... to others. I advise you to take more care of where you choose to fight with such abandon." He was aware that the night marched unstoppably on. Much as he wished to stay here and work out whether either of these two was worth turning to his own ends, he knew that he had a limited amount of time to find somewhere to hide during the day. His gaze moved between the two cousins, and then, abruptly, he turned to go back along the alley.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:23:16 GMT -5
Ryan opened his mouth with every intention to tell the woman what had really happened- the insane man who had run off, the vampire who had taken his blood, all of it- but instead he found himself spilling the story that Cade had told him to tell, and no matter how hard he tried to use the right words, they wouldn’t come. Shit, what’s going on here?! As Ryan concluded the false story, the look on his face suggesting that he was thoroughly confused about something, he stammered, “But I… I think I’m fine.” [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] "Wait a second!" Sudden realization seemed to have hit Logan, and his drawn face was staring at the stranger with a new eagerness. "Prey... you're a-" "Shut up, Logan," Laura snarled, fury written all over her face. "Listen, you," she growled to the man's back, her fists shaking. "I know exactly why I'm fighting him-" she jabbed a finger at Logan- "and if you think for one second-" "Laura, he's a-" Laura barged on as though she hadn't heard him. "-that I can't take care of myself, you can shove that notion up your-" "LAURA!" Logan seized his cousin by the shoulder and shook her. "Laura, you idiot, he's a vampire." That certainly threw her off. "Uh... oh."
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:23:37 GMT -5
His back to Ryan and the woman, Cade closed his eyes and allowed himself a tiny sigh of relief. For the moment, he seemed to be safe. The man pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it back to the woman, saying, "There's a police car on the way. They should be here within the next few minutes." She nodded, and smiled at Ryan. "You sound fine. Are you sure nothing hurts? You'll need to tell the police what happened as well, and then you should be able to go home. So. I'm Lydia Carnaby, and this," she gestured to the man, who still looked a little pale at the sight of all the blood, but nodded anyway, "is David Spencer." Cade glanced back at them, and muttered, "Kyle Stevenson," as they shot questioning looks at him. ~*~ The Vicomte watched them with an amused gaze as Logan tried to tell his cousin the truth. As Laura's tirade stumbled to a halt, he threw back his head and laughed - fangs in full view. "And what does it matter, madame, if you are so capable of taking care of yourself, whether you face one vampire or two?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:23:59 GMT -5
Somehow, the idea of going home didn't appeal to Ryan, but he didn't say anything on the matter. Instead, he muttered, "I'm fine," in an offhand voice that showed that his mind was clearly elsewhere. What exactly was going to happen now? He could hardly believe that he would just go home, and that would be the end of it. Nope, Ryan could tell that nothing good was going to come of this at all. ******* Laura's mouth opened and closed silently, as though she was at a loss for words. Finally, she stammered, " He wouldn't! He hasn't got the-" "Say I haven't got the guts to do something one more time, Larura-" "What're you gonna do, tag up with the stupid French guy? You wouldn't dare." Logan faltered. It was true; much as Laura drove him crazy, he didn't think any amount of hunger could drive him to hurt her. Well, not badly, at least.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:24:18 GMT -5
A flashing blue light, hurting Cade's eyes, making him flinch instinctively, raced along the street towards them. The police car - more of a van, in honesty - slowed and halted beside them, and a pair of policemen got out. Lydia took charge, answering their questions and agreeing on all their behalfs to come down to the station and make a statement. Cade quashed his anger at that, understanding that it was nothing more than an offshoot of anxiety. He watched as Lydia helped Ryan to his feet, and waited, hanging back reluctantly, as the policemen ushered them all into the van. ~*~ The Vicomte looked at Logan speculatively. "This," he said softly, "I must admit is interesting. A vampire, subservient to a mortal?" His tone was mocking, and the look on his face suggested that his opinion of Logan had dropped to a contempt below anything he would hold for the worst of mortals. The very idea of such a state of affairs was insulting! "You could have such power," he murmured. "But not if you are no more than a dog, to be commanded and beaten into submission, held in such low regard. You are no use to anyone like that." For a moment more he stared at Logan, then glanced at Laura, bowed, and said, "Forgive me the interruption. I suggest you take your pet home before he causes any more trouble." Shooting a final look of disgust at Logan, he turned again and started walking.
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:24:39 GMT -5
Ryan didn't speak or even look at the policemen as he slid into the van, slouching down in the seat as though he would have liked to be invisible. Whatever the longterm consequences of this whole deal were going to be, right now he had a more pressing problem. He imagined that his mother would have a heart attack if he arrived at home in a police van with flashing lights. Then again, she'd deserve it. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] "That was- it's not- Do you see what you did?" Laura looked surprised at her cousin's tone of voice as he rounded on her. "I told you, just leave me alone! I can handle things just fine, and you-" " You need to think for five seconds what you're doing! Three seconds ago you were telling me you hadn't eaten in a month, now you're telling me you can handle things?" "Just get lost, Laura. Next time I see you, I'll-" "Don't even threaten me, Logan! " "Fine. I won't." A glower plastered firmly across his face, Logan spun and stalked away from his cousin, his usually pale skin flushed red with anger and embarrassment. Her mouth hanging open in what might have been fury or surprise, Laura did the same, flashing a glare at Logan's back as she stomped off in the opposite direction. Logan hesitated, his eyes on the retreating vampire, before he arrived at a fleeting decision. With a deep breath, he hurried after the older vampire, with a shout of, "Wait!"
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:25:07 GMT -5
It took only a few minutes for the van to reach the police station. They piled out and were taken into a waiting room, from where Lydia moved straight into the interview room, where her statement would be recorded. The others were waved to uncomfortable seats, and a policewoman brought them each a glass of water. Cade remained silent as they sat and waited, sipping the water and wishing they'd let him - and Ryan for that matter - go and wash the blood off their hands at least. After a few failed attempts to elicit a response from Cade, the other man turned to Ryan, trying to strike up a conversation as he asked, "You interested in football, then?" Idly, too nervous about keeping his own secrets to really pay attention, Cade reflected that it was a fairly lame opening for anyone brought together by an attempted murder. ~*~ The Vicomte stopped walking and smiled to himself before, in an instant, his expression dropped back into contempt and irritation, and he turned to face Logan. He had guessed correctly, then. "And what business could I possibly have with you?" he asked mockingly. He muttered a few choice French words under his breath, adding aloud, " C'est magnifique, non? The dog breaks away from his master. What do you want, chien?"
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:25:23 GMT -5
Ryan caught himself staring at the man, and blinked, looking away. "Not really," he said, his voice quiet as though he was unsure why he was bothering to answer. "I like hockey." Hockey. Honestly. Why in the hell were they talking about sports? It seemed a little too normal to be allowed, given what he was mulling over in his mind. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] "You- That was- She's my cousin!" The excuse sounded rather lame, even to himself. "She was just being... completely missed the point..." Logan's pale face slowly became tinged with red, but he swallowed and met the Vicomte's eyes with his own. "See- there is this- this thing. I- ah..." Get ahold of yourself! Logan sighed, quite aware that his stuttering was getting him nowhere. "I'm a little... stuck. I've been at this for two months; I keep getting myself in trouble, and I'm gonna get myself killed." The words were coming much easier now that he'd started. "The thing of it is... I need help, and I... I was wondering...if you..." His voice faltered again, and his face reddened further.
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Post by Calypso on Mar 28, 2006 14:25:47 GMT -5
OOC Sorry I'm blasting through the policey bit - having had no experience of "helping the police with their enquiries" I'm a little eager to get it over with and get back to stuff I can make up a little more convincingly. ^_^ IC "Ah," the man said weakly. "I was never much of a fan of hockey." He fell silent again, and then Lydia was led back out, looking a little smug at having obviously been considered so important that she had to go first. The policewoman who escorted her beckoned to Cade, and his grip on the glass of water momentarily tightened before he got himself back under control, put it down, and followed obediently. It wasn't that bad, actually. They just asked him what had happened. He told them as much of the truth as possible, claiming that he'd not seen the actual attack, just turned up in time to scare the madman away. They took down his name and address - he reluctantly gave them his real current residence, knowing they'd probably check - and then sat back and told him he could go. "That's it?" he asked, a little surprised that the interview would last only a few minutes when he'd been so worried. "That's it," the policeman said, adding, "unless you really want us to take your fingerprints." There was a split second in which Cade's eyes contained a flash of fear, then he forced a smile, knowing that the mortal had only been joking, and stood. The policewoman waiting behind the interviewer stepped forward to lead him back out and call Ryan in. Outside, Lydia had had to keep her peace about the nature of the questions, warned by the policeman watching them that any information she passed on could influence the others' answers - and thus implicate them all as conspirators or accomplices of the real criminal. She stayed silent until Cade came back out of the room, hiding his relief reasonably well. The policewoman beckoned to Ryan. ~*~ "If I would consider teaching you to survive?" the Vicomte finished quietly. He held Logan's gaze for a little while, then the faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Perhaps, chien. Ah," he sighed, "but if I am to teach you I cannot call you that. What is your name?" He folded his arms, and tilted his head a bit as he looked at Logan, considering him. Thus far he had correctly judged the boy's state of mind. He wondered how much longer he would be able to predict Logan's reactions. It certainly wouldn't do for him to lose control of the situation. If that happened he might even have to go crawling back to that fool Cade - and his pride would never sustain such an injury!
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Post by RuThor on Mar 28, 2006 14:26:07 GMT -5
OOC: Hehe. No worries. ^_^ SPEED THROUGH THE POLICE DEPARTMENT! *gets a ticket* IC Ryan stole a glance at Cade as he passed, wondering briefly what the vampire had told the police. A truckload of lies, he'd bet. As the police questioned him, the same story that he had told Lydia spilled out from his mouth, and there was a rather sour look on Ryan's face as he finished the account. He told them his name and recited his address with the same expression, as though he had swallowed something extremely unpleasant. He was out of the room without a spare thought as soon as the policeman told him he could go. He returned to his chair and slouched down, a foul mood settling over him. [glow=red,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] Logan frowned inwardly; was that a good sign or bad? He swallowed. "Ah... yeah," he said, nodding. "That's... that's it exactly." He crossed his fingers, hidden inside the sleeves of his sweater. Ignoring the fact that he had no idea what ' chien' meant (he had never been good with languages, and he didn't think it was anything meant kindly anyway), he said, "My name's Logan," still keeping his gaze with the vampire's- who might turn out to be his lifeline, if he played his cards right.
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