Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Jan 25, 2011 17:49:44 GMT -5
[/i] Mm.
Give them all that they could drink
"Gaaabrieeellll....." Her tongue flicked, rolling off a purr.
It would never be enough.......
Hehehee.
Scooping him up, her lips moved along the curve of her human's throat; wasting only a little time to tease herself into further thirst and frenzy, with the tip of her tongue to his wound, before her teeth sank against it. Victoria sighed, curling her arm around his waist and pulling him closer with a low satisfied moan. Her Gabriel was so delicious... How could he be so when she had taken so much from him already? Gahh. The fluid trickled warm down the back of her throat. Was it his taste for spilling the blood others? Victoria tilted her head closer, eyelids shut tight as platinum strands tickled her Gabriel's cheeks. More. She almost giggled. Yes, perhaps that was it. That was why she enjoyed it so.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Jan 25, 2011 21:18:17 GMT -5
ooc: Orca knows how big of a brat Gabby was being while I was writing this.
bic:
Gabriel knew Orca was furious, and Gabriel swallowed hard, breath stuck in his throat. A whisper, something to Orca. Some way to apologize. He had never seen Orca like this, it was just pure fury. Hate. Why didn't he let Orca just kill her? It couldn't just be worry over that boy, Romulus. Something else, maybe, something Gabriel didn't even recognize. She poisoned his mind, something like that. He shook, and dropped the knife. Orca let out a sound pure animal rage, and Gabriel shut his eyes, preparing for a blow.
Nothing happened. He glimpsed the white wolf before it tore off in to the night. Thinking, it was only the second time he had seen Orca as a wolf. The first time on their first fight, a huge beast that had made Gabriel so curious he wanted Orca dead every time he saw him. Then they were alone, predator and prey.
Was he still prey if he went willingly? Or at least, as close as one could get without fighting. Orca didn't want to watch, and Gabriel didn't blame him. Still. . .
Choking nearly, he felt that first touch on his neck and felt sick with himself. How could he have become this thing, submissive, dying all the time, sick?
Fangs pierced his neck and he gritted his teeth. It had started like a drug, but he didn't know if it was because he'd grown immune, or if she had just stopped .. trying. Caring. She didn't feed long, she rarely did anymore, but that didn't stop that sick feeling in his stomach. One hand touched the edge of a tomb, gripping it so his knuckles hurt. A slight distraction. She didn't feed long, she never did anymore, not without risk of killing him.
Maybe he would die anyway.
Blood spattered the inside of the sink, and still Gabriel did it, smacking his head against the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink so hard it bruised. He couldn't even see, but it wasn't until he really tried did it panic him.
He couldn't see.
Gabriel's breath choked him, and he stopped, raising a shaking hand to his face. His fingers ached from holding the same position, but he didn't notice. Why couldn't he feel? He wiped across his face with his sleeve, blinking a few times, blood clinging to his lids. Like a child with soap in his eyes, he rubbed in vain. A sink, there was a sink in front of him. It wasn't until he had splashed water over his face and could see the blood on the sink, touched a hand to his face and drew it away painted with red, did he feel it.
Pain.
At some point she had stopped feeding, and he could feel the ground under his feet, a wall against his back. He could see, but it was like ... like it was far away, maybe? Blacking out was no stranger to Gabriel, but he never got used to that sensation.
Post by Victoria R. Azzurro on Feb 4, 2011 15:11:38 GMT -5
[/i] taste to overwhelm her. It ached in her bones and in her muscles where her own blood no longer ran. Her nails, scraping at his wrists, dug more into his flesh as they broke the cuts she had previous made even deeper. For her it had been one of her most successful hunts, Romulus had gifted her well. He might have killed Gabriel for his insufference and his murders but Victoria saw it as one more reason for him to be her new playmate. He was interesting, she could feel it, taste it in the life she was draining from him each night. He was something more than any old average human she could have taken. No, he was edged with something different... a thirst like her own.
Quietly, in a high-pitched bubble of filled joy, Raine began to giggle; lapping her lips and licking as she pulled slowly away from her Gabriel's throat. "Mmm," she smiled wide, her lips cerise and her cheeks flourished with colour so much that she might have been able to pass as a human like he. Her teenage form shook with silent laughter as she pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips; pressing her eyelids shut tight for a moment as she sucked the last few dregs of blood from her fingertips. "Thank you, my Gabriel," she purred, resting the palms of her hands against his chest and leaning into him.
Hmm.
The back of her throat itched already.
The young vampire lifted her bloodied hand to his hair, running through in a soothing motion. Her eyes opened, blinking wide as she pressed herself against her human. A kiss, just two, one to each of his eyelids. And then she pouted, tilting her head to one side with the look of a thoughtful child."I think... Gabby..." she whispered against his ear, "I think, maybe, you have enough for one more..." Her thumb ran against the wound again, contemplating.
"Just one more... one, and you'll sleep again," she touched her lips to his, moving to his throat again; two sharp canine teeth glinting in the light, "You can sleep now, my Gabby. Thank you."[/ul]
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 7, 2011 16:37:30 GMT -5
Dying. Gabriel had felt it again and again, but he never quite tipped over the edge. Every time he inched a bit closer, but always he hung there. Nails bit in to his wrists, drawing more blood that she wasted. In a blurred way she could see the color on her face, and he heard her words through fogged ears.
Sleep, and sleep. Funny how the same word had two drastic different meanings. Even before she said it, he had known that. He would not last another night. Gabriel felt a sense of relief, and even before she finished speaking he was out.
Thank you.
----
The sun made him wince and shudder, and silver eyes opened reluctantly to greet the morning. She had left him, leaning against the crypt wall, when she fled for the morning. Gabriel didn't move - he didn't even try. There wasn't any sense in it. Frankly, he didn't see the point in moving, even if he had the ability. Tomorrow, she would kill him. At least he knew how he would go. It really was just a sleep, nothing so violent as he expected. Nor wasting away his days in a jail cell.
Boring.
Gabriel glanced sideways, and it gave him a headache to do so. The knife he had dropped lay on the ground, a touch of dried blood on the blade. He felt terrible, and for more than one reason. Finding that pair of tawny eyes in the crypt made him feel all the worse. Gabriel tried a few times to clear his throat but his energy was sapped. At least Orca hadn't torn the rest of his throat out.
In a sort of drugged-like haze, he raised a hand to touch his neck. His own arm felt like lead. The blood had dried and the knife cut was still there, a bit ragged where Victoria had gotten carried away. He didn't know what to say. Could Orca have saved him? He didn't know. Victoria's near-constant feeding had given her power. Thinking right now he would have let Orca kill her, but why not before?
Maybe she really did control some of his will.
"Why ... are you still here?"
His voice came as something he didn't recognized. Tired, weak, hoarse. Gone. He was just a shell. Gabriel looked briefly at the sun on the ground, wondering. Was she hiding in the back of the crypt, or had she gone home? It didn't matter. Nightfall would be soon enough. Hours weren't near as long as he had once thought them. He couldn't guess the time, but it wasn't early morning, he knew that.
How long did he have? There was a replenishing potion in his bag, but it wouldn't hold him. Cassandra had made that painfully clear, and experience even more so. It kept him up for a few hours, made it easier, but the effects wore off as the potion absorbed in to his system.
Gabriel felt a pang of regret. He should have kept fighting, made one of the vampires kill him. It would have been better than this.
Pale fingers found the knife handle, and he gritted his teeth.
Even that would be better than laying here waiting for her to show back up. At least he would feel something, and the action would be voluntary. Controlled. Silver eyes looked back at Orca, wondering if he knew what Gabriel was thinking.
He'd stayed close the entire night, ready to intervene if that vampire bitch decided she wanted seconds. She kept her teeth to herself though, lucky for her, and departed at dawn. Orca moved in closer, and kept watch until Gabriel awoke.
He looked like shit.
Orca would never say that out loud though. That was kind of mean. Surely there was a nicer way to get the point across, or a more pleasant way to imply he cared, or-
"You look like shit."
Oh. Oops.
Why was he still there? The lycan stepped closer, raking both hands back through his hair. Ugh, hanging out in a crypt all night definitely did not do wonders to your appearance. His body was used enough by now to his irregular sleeping schedule, but there were still shadows under his eyes, and there was a general feeling of weariness about the boy.
Of course, it wasn't nothin' compared to how Gabby had to feel.
"Why th' fuck do you think I'm still here?"
The gold in his eyes flared to life as he caught a bit of sun. Gabriel was such an idiot. Like last night, his hands curled into fists, which he did nothing with. What, was he going to hit Gabby? No, never. Needless violence wasn't his thing. Then what about their fights, you might ask?
That was different. Gabriel understood.
Fucking idiot. He'd have thought the rage would have calmed itself by now, but the remembrance of last night just brought the emotions to the surface pell-mell. He could've taken down that vampire kitty easy. He'd fought Romulus himself, hadn't he? Anything less would be a walk of cake, really. Did Gabriel think he was weak? Did he think he was protecting him by not letting him fight? He withheld the urge to growl like he had last night and instead crossed his arms, staring down at the other boy.
"Don't try and tell me you like that," he muttered. "I heard it can feel good, but it didn't look like you liked it. She gonna kill you, you know." Pessimistic? No, just stating facts. Despite what most thought, he wasn't stupid, just slow to catch on, sometimes.
"Gabby, Gabby." The lycan bit his lip, some of the white-hot anger melting from his gaze. Some. "Let me help, Gabby." No way he was gonna say please. "C'mon, man. C'mon."
Really, whether Gabriel agreed or not, she wouldn't be dining on her easy meal tonight. No way, no how.
...Why was Gabby holding that knife? Probably a comfort thing. Maybe it was his version of a teddy, or you know, a snuggle blanket. Hey, Orca wasn't going to judge.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 7, 2011 18:00:50 GMT -5
Not so much as a smile tweaked his fingers. Orca stating the obvious might be funny sometimes, but right now Gabriel didn't need it. He knew, he felt like shit. Not just physically, but mentally. The Ravenclaw had become this weak, useless thing with little will to even try. Vision sharpened the longer he was awake, but now and then, if he moved too much, it blurred and shook. He could see Orca though, and how tired the lycan looked. Had he slept at all?
Gabriel winced at Orca's harsh words. That there was a sign of how miserable he was - any other time he would have ignored him. Gabriel didn't give a shit what Orca thought, usually. They both knew that. The lycanthrope was furious with him, and Gabriel actually felt bad about it. Maybe he wasn't as crazy -
He couldn't even look at him, and instead stared at the ground, his fingers wrapped around the knife handle. Orca was too close. He needed him to move. The lycan's next words hit him at the core, rattling his train of thought. It used to feel good. It had hurt, but still been pleasant. Two sides of the same coin. After awhile though, when Victoria had realized she had him, she had stopped caring. There had just been pain.
She's gonna kill you, you know.
"Yeah. I know." Words scraped over his tongue, but it became easier, even if it hurt to talk. Orca's voice settled to a sort of plea that fell on deaf ears. Gabriel picked up the knife and moved it to his lap, weary. His eyes picked out the lumpy bag just in the shadows. Still there. Had he dropped it? He couldn't remember when he had put it down. There were a couple of options, but he managed to pick out the only one that would really work.
Forcing a fight with Orca wouldn't work. Not at this point. He was too weak to even get up, nevermind push him to fight. It wouldn't take much to kill Gabriel, and Orca knew that. He wouldn't fight back. There was just the other option.
"In my bag. There's a bottle. Um." He licked his lips, trying to think. "Potion. It'll um. It's a blood replenisher. They don't work very well, but it'll ... it'll let me get up." His voice shook. "Can you get it?"
He waited till Orca had turned away, hand shaking. Control. Wasn't that what they always said? Serial killers were obsessed with control. Maybe that was why they killed themselves. They controlled the outcome.
Control.
The blade point pressed to the ragged place Victoria had chewed at, and he took a shuddering breath, hands like lead all over again. Ten, fifteen minutes tops. Less in his condition. He had murdered enough to know how long it took to bleed out.
One.
It wouldn't take long at all, especially if he hit the artery.
He didn't respond, but went to look for the bag. He found it easy enough, his yellow eyes seeing through the dark clear as though it were bathed in sunlight, and crouched down next to it, rifling through it with tired hands. Potion, potion, potion. Ummmm. Gosh, there were a lot of things with sharp pointy ends in here. Ooh, maybe this red-filled glass? He held it up, shaking it slightly. Blood, right? Fake blood, at least.
"Hey, Gab, is this-"
He turned his head to address the boy -- his words were cut off by the knife cutting into Gabriel's neck. He dropped the potion; almost miraculously, it landed on the bag and didn't break.
"What the fuck?"
The sole of one shoe skidded as he darted across the crypt, almost sending him tumbling, but he caught himself, and then he was at Gabriel's side, or more accurately, on the boy, his already scarred hand clenching over the knife and jerking it away from the boy's neck. The pain that jolted through his brain was almost welcome; it woke him up, brought him out of his anger-induced daze.
What was up with him and grabbing sharp things? Like, really?
"Fuck -- what are you -- what are you doing?"
Wasn't it obvious? There was no other way to take what he'd just seen. Gabriel had been about to do that, right? That was bullshit.
"Are you kidding me?" Hell no. Helllll no. He hadn't stayed up all damn night just to let Gabriel go off and emo himself to death. Fuck no. Fuck that. Maybe Gabriel, on a good day, could have wrestled the knife away from him, but as it was it was definitely not a good day, and on top of that Gabriel was minus about ten thousand pints of blood and he, Orca, was pissed as hell.
The lycan yanked the knife from the boy's grip and flung it, sending bright droplets of blood cascading across the ground. Like raindrops! How artistic. Maybe he should've picked that career instead of deer-eating furry. Too late now. Sigh.
"Gabby, what? Why?" God, he couldn't stop blabbering. Why did he even care? Just another stupid human, unable to appreciate life. The fuck did it matter? If Gabriel wanted to die, he should just let him die.
...Right?
Ughhhhh, he was going to kill Gabriel for this. Figuratively speaking, of course. Wiping his bloody hand on his jeans -- the cut was already starting to heal -- he seized the collar of the boy's shirt with his left, pulling their faces closer, the slightest glimmer of white, too-sharp teeth visible behind his tense lips.
"I'm not asking you, fucktard. I'm telling you. I'm going to protect you. I'll kill that kitty, she come around again, and I'll knock you out and drag you everywhere half-conscious if you pull anymore tricks. Got it?" The lycan breathed out, slow, steady, every vowel he spat out taut with control.
"I need you." Not in the way he needed Sparky, no, but Gabriel was one of those few fragments of humanity he had left. He couldn't lose that, oh no. What kind of friend would he be? Besides that, Gabriel was fun. He'd never been a selfish kid, mainly because his parents had been too poor and too strict to allow him to ever get spoiled, but now... Gabriel was his. Gabriel was his fun, his release. Who else dared put up a fight against him?
Yeah, he wasn't going to lose that.
The lycan relaxed and leaned back a bit, the snarl turning into a lopsided grin. "Gabby," he said, almost teasingly. "Do that again and I'll kiss you. Yep, right on the lips."
Call it insurance. Gabriel wouldn't like it one bit. Perfect.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 7, 2011 22:24:45 GMT -5
Orca hadn't had a second thought about it. Gabriel almost smiled, but didn't have the energy. Every thought was on the one task. For a second he faltered, watching Orca, and trying to remember how to breath. Silly, since breathing wouldn't matter -
The lycan was looking at him.
Do it.
Gabriel tensed, about to slash his own throat, but Orca moved to damn fast. The lycan tore the blade away from him, clipping Gabriel's neck with the tip and cutting his own hand. He had never heard Orca curse so much in a five minute period, and it would have been funny if Gabriel weren't so angry. Orca had taken control from him, and Gabriel didn't even have the energy to take it back.
His hands shook, and the trembling took him over. No control over anything, not even his own body.
Why?
The dots didn't connect fast enough, and especially not for Orca. The Ravenclaw didn't make a response as Orca jerked him forward, faces too close. Gabriel just stared numbly back. Every bit of frustration, anger, poured in to him, but he said nothing. The last week and a half had been hell, and he hadn't had any control over anything. Why couldn't Orca understand?
Fucktard?
He wanted to get mad at Orca, but it was so damn hard. The rational part of Gabriel's brain knew Orca's reaction was normal. A friend had tried to kill himself for what was probably considered a dumb reason. He should be upset.
The irrational part of Gabriel didn't give a shit.
Kitty. Orca had referred to Victoria as a kitty. Kitten got fangs. Gabriel almost let out a snort of laughter, a mad smile working its way on to his face. He had probably lost it, if he hadn't already. Orca's threat did make him laugh, at least a bit. Just a slight sound that hurt, the cut stinging.
"Orca." Gabriel swallowed hard, trying to think. It was easy to phrase what he wanted to say, but it sounded so blunt. The lycan had calmed down enough, maybe he could take this rationally.
"I don't give a fuck what you say. How you threaten me." He wanted to pull back, gripping Orca by the wrist. "When she is here, I can't think. She got in to my head, and I don't have a fucking clue how to get her out. But she didn't make me try to kill myself."
"She's going to come here tonight, and she will kill me." A statement. An accepted fact. Gabriel found it impossible to avoid going outside when the dark rose. He couldn't explain it. Sometimes he didn't remember going. How did you stop yourself from doing something you didn't remember?
He gritted his teeth. "If you kill her, Romulus will kill me. I don't know how you know him. But I would rather control my death than let him get me. Do you understand?"
Now the favor. "If she tries to turn me in to a vampire, or if she succeeds, if anyone does that, you better fucking kill me. Or I'll rip you apart."
The lycan went quiet; it was the other boy's turn to talk, now. Gabriel's claim that the vampire had gotten into his head was a little weird, but not totally out there. Vampires could do a lot of things. They could make you like them, they could make you feel good, they could be your best friend. Apparently Gabriel was experiencing the whole other side of the spectrum.
His head came up when Romulus's name was mentioned, but he blinked steadily, waiting for Gabriel to finish. That sounded pretty right. Rommy was being a good leader and looking out for his pack. It was a good thing, really, just... not for Gabriel.
The lycan didn't bat an eye at the boy's final threat, though his slightly crooked grin grew wider.
"Ha!" He sat back, releasing the boy and breaking Gabriel's hold on his wrist. Sitting on his tush in the dirt like that, legs flopped wide and his hair in charming disarray, he looked like just any other kid, out having fun and enjoying the for-once-not-freezing day. "Rip me apart? Really?"
There was the Gabriel he missed. Good ol' homicidal Gabby, dealing out threats like he could actually fulfill them. Pffft. If the kid did become a vampire, he'd never get a chance to 'rip Orca apart'. In becoming one of the bloodsuckers, he'd lose the only two things he had that ever made their fights even: magic and silver.
Without them, he was just....
Orca's eyes slid to the side, the enormity of the situation finally clicking. Boring. He'd be so boring. Ugh. Sleep all day, drink blood all night. He and Vicky dearest would probably become an item, if you know what I mean. Ewwwwwwww, no. He could definitely not let that happen. The disgust showed plain on the lycan's face at the thought.
"No, no, you can't be a vampy," Orca decided. "Umm. But you can't die either, no. I don't want you to." Not yet anyway! No, not yet. "Rommy and me go waaaay back," he abruptly announced. "I'll just talk to him! Maybe... he'll listen to me?"
Eh, that didn't sound so good even to him. Was worth a shot though, right?
"Maybe Sparky can help?" Now he was just going out on a limb. Ughhh. He wasn't good, as he'd iterated time and time again, at this whole thinking bit. He really just needed Gabriel to snap out of his Linkin Park phase and help him out here, like throw out some real ideas that didn't involve dying and stuff. Like, really.
"Look, Gabby, if it comes down to it, I'll bite you myself before that chicky can." Fucking Victoria, ruining his good times. Gabriel as a lycan would be interesting, to say the least, but at least he wouldn't be a vampire. Or dead. In Orca's professional opinion, it was the best choice, really. Of course, Gabriel wouldn't share that same thought, but hey, it was a well known fact that Gabriel was an idiot.
The lycan sighed, not making eye contact but instead interesting himself with the hole in the knee of his jeans. The frays there were a lot softer than the actual denim. Idly, he wondered why that was. Why didn't they make the whole pants feel like that? If he was a tailor sort of person, he'd make all the clothes comfy.
"Gabby, how're you gonna ever kill me if you die? Stupid. You're just - urrgh." Another sigh; Orca finally glanced Gabriel's way again, his expression one of total discontent. "...Do you actually need that blood potion thingy, or were you just fuckin' around before?"
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 8, 2011 1:01:25 GMT -5
Orca kept quiet while Gabriel spoke, even if he didn't taken anything seriously. There was some kind of reaction at the 'Dark Prince's' name, but Gabriel barely noticed. It had been silly of Gabriel to think Orca would listen, he never listened to anything Gabriel said. Not seriously. It was sad that to prove to Orca he meant what he said, he'd have to kill him. Which would make the whole thing pointless, since Orca wouldn't be alive to realize it. They both knew sooner or later it'd have to be over, even though sometimes Gabriel doubted Orca really understood.
The anger hadn't suited the lycan, and Gabriel even felt a pang of relief as the crooked grin crossed Orca's face. Maybe, in a way, he needed Orca too. He was one of the few who kept Gabriel sane. Gabriel hadn't really kept in touch with any of the few people he had met while at Firefox University. Save Cassandra, who sort of forced her violent company upon him because she thought she knew what was good for him. When Orca released him, he just slumped back against the wall, too tired to do anything else.
"I mean it, Orca. I'll find some way to get rid of you."
What was that disgust? Gabriel might have laughed if he had the energy. Vampy. He couldn't be. No, he wouldn't be vampire, he couldn't become solely dependent on blood, couldn't be so controlled. That wouldn't stand at all. Restricted to night, unable to do anything. He did most of his work at night now, but it was a choice. Not a requirement. Gabriel doubted there was anything Orca could say to Romulus, but at least it was a thought.
Something to try.
Here Gabriel did manage a chuckle. Sparky Cobalt, help him? Even if he wanted to, Gabriel doubted that even further. What could Cobalt do against a few vampires? Hmm. He had proved capable in a drastic situation. It had been the Professor who had kept Gabriel from killing Orca in the first place. Then Orca said something that made Gabriel snap a bit.
"No. I am not going to be a lycan. I am not going to be a vampire. I haven't got much humanity left as it is, I can at least keep the physical bit." A pause. "Or go ahead. I have more than one knife, you know."
A slashed throat by silver wouldn't heal quick enough. Gabriel pressed the morbid thoughts aside, trying to figure out how to make Orca understand.
"You make it sound like you want me to kill you," Gabriel muttered, lifting a hand to his throat. The fingers came away red. Even that small movement hurt. The blood potion thingy. Gabriel spotted it sitting on the bag in the shadow, and started to nod his head. Immediately pain rocked through him. Okay, no moving his head too quickly. "Yea, I need it."
Slowly, wincing at times, he pulled at the knife at his belt, and dropped it at his side. The wrist blades had been removed at some point, when Victoria had been displeased to find something hindering her feeding at those veins. He wouldn't thank Orca for keeping him alive.
"I'm not going to let someone else control my death. Okay?" He almost sounded normal, despite the dreary words. Not cheerful, but calm, anyway.
He just grinned at Gabriel's first comment. Sure, sure he would. He didn't mean that in a sarcastic way, either! If Gabby really wanted him dead, he could just pull out a silver bladed-something right there and slash his throat, easy-peasy. That would be breaking the rules, though.
Were there still rules?
Gabriel didn't want to be a lycan or a vampire. At least it wasn't personal. Or something. Killing oneself with silver was not as easy as the kid made it out to sound, however. He had to force himself to so much as go near silver, and he was only able to manage that due to his extensive time as a lycan. Hey, speaking of which...
"Hey, it's funny, Gabby." He grinned vaguely at the other, eyes bright and still yellow as a wolf's. "I been a wolf since you was a toddler," - or somewhere around there, maybe he'd added a few years wrong, but you got the gist - "but I bet I stil act more human than you do half the time. Haha, weird, huh?" He thought back on his words for a second; his smile dimmed, and he looked a bit despondent, if that was even possible on the lycan's ever cheerful visage. "...Not really funny, I guess. Kinda sad. Sorry."
It wasn't Gabby's fault he was this way, after all. It was the fault of that place and those drugs. Right? Orca felt bad for the kid, honest he did. Maybe it was cliche, maybe it was just stupid in general, but he wanted to help Gabby, and not only for his own selfish reasons. Really, he was just as dumb as Gabriel was. They were both morons.
...Did he want Gabriel to kill him? Silent, he watched as the boy pulled out a second knife. Was there any point in taking it away? He had to have another couple dozen hidden around his body, knowing him. What, was he going to strip search him? Pfft. Yeah, uh, no. He longed for something to thunk his head against in a suitably melodramatic fashion. The hell was he supposed to do here? This was just...
Fine. Fuck it. He rose to his feet and again made his way to the bag, retrieving the potion. "I don't want you to kill me," he corrected, eying the ruby liquid, "I just said you could be the one to do it. I ain't ready now. Things are... okay right now. I want it to stay that way, least for a little while."
The lycan shook himself, then turned back to the boy on the floor, emotions running rampant across his face, his Western drawl coming out strong. "I ain't stupid, you know. I get it, okay? I do. I just didn't think you'd wimp out this easy. I can help you. I really can. You fuckin' listenin' to me?" God, he was talking a lot. He usually hated preachers; what a hypocrite he was.
"No one's gonna 'control your death', Gabs. Ain't gonna happen. You ain't dyin' at all tonight, so don't even think 'bout takin' that knife to yerself, either."
He thought about throwing the blood potion thingy at Gabriel's face, but the possibility of it shattering upon impact was enough to deter him. Instead, he thrust the vial into the boy's hand, then again crouched across from him, watching intently. He'd force feed the damn mix to Gabriel if he had to. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. He wasn't one much for playing nanny.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 8, 2011 10:09:57 GMT -5
A weak, crooked smile worked its way on to Gabriel's face. He hadn't ever really gotten an age on Orca, but he couldn't be too much older. A few years, maybe. Gabriel hadn't ever asked, although it might be one of those things to talk about when they were sitting around.
Maybe like now.
It was sad, but Gabriel didn't rightly notice that. For the most part, Orca passed as human, while people rarely spent more than a few minutes with Gabriel without noticing something was wrong. He pushed the knife away with his foot, glad he could at least resist some temptation. Orca's expression had deadened a bit as he realized what he had said, but Gabriel still smiled faintly.
"It's all right. It's true, and it doesn't hurt." He glanced up. "You don't have to apologize."
Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry. A thin boy with pale ginger hair came to mind. Always apologizing, clinging. Brendan. Had the drugs done that do him, or had he been like that when he'd arrived? Gabriel hadn't known him long enough to find out, but for the time there, he had been on of Gabriel's charges. Like Tifa, and Brooke. He felt stupid, letting things like that get to him. They were left behind, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
His thoughts flickered back to the unanswered question, and he didn't have to wait long for Orca to answer. The Ravenclaw didn't believe he would be around long enough to finish Orca off, and for a moment he wondered if he would be able to get up to even attempt such a thing. No, no sense in trying. He didn't even have his throwing knifes on him, and Orca too close. Gabriel touched his neck again, found it still bleeding.
"You better get ready faster," Gabriel said. "I don't think I'll be around much longer, even past tonight."
If Orca killed Victoria, Romulus would kill Gabriel, right? He had to make an example. But then, Gabriel didn't know the vampire, or the others, really. He didn't know how it worked, and he had no eagerness to learn.
It was Orca's next words that caught Gabriel's attention. Wimp out? Ha. Gabriel let out a short laugh that became a cough.
"I'd rather kill myself to spite that bitch, to make her lose the last meal, than let her drain me. Wouldn't you?"
Another boy rushed to mind, and a girl huddled against the wall, sobbing her heart out. Traumatized by the vision in front of her.
"I guess it was just a year ago, maybe?" Gabriel swallowed, trying to hold the words until he knew how to order them. "There was this guy. Garrett. He didn't like girls, but he got drunk, and knocked up one of my friends. He couldn't deal with all the shit it caused, and he hung himself. Not because he was trying to make things easier for everyone, but because he was sick of life, he was selfish."
Gabriel grinned. "Mine isn't like that. I didn't try that because I was sick of living, or because I was scared of what might happen. It was to spite her, and to keep my last bit of ... something, I don't know. Will? When she gets inside my head I can't think of anything but how to help her. To make her happy."
In the day time, she was gone. Gabriel could breath, and do all right, as long as the blood loss didn't hurt him too much. "I want to control my own life, and my death, if I have to. I'm tired of everyone else deciding for me."
He glanced up, a bit accusingly at Orca. The lycanthrope did that a lot, mostly in subtle ways. Controlling. Gabriel doubted he even knew.
Goddamn Gabby was pessimistic. Too bad for him, Orca wasn't gonna just get ready faster, especially not for those reasons. Like, how selfish was that? He'd said he was okay, but what he'd meant was he was happy. Real happy, the kind he hadn't been in like forever, it seemed. Was it so bad, he wanted to enjoy that for a little longer?
Naw.
Gabriel explained his reasons for wanting to, you know, end it all, and Orca didn't comment. Just kept watching, eyes bright as the sun. Would he do that? Kill himself to spite another? Ha! No, he'd fight them until his last breath. Gabby thought he was making the right choice here, but Orca wasn't blinded by any vampire's lure and he didn't listen to Hawthorne Heights, so he could see beyond all that. If Gabby killed himself, sure Victoria would cry and moan a little, but then she'd just go out and find another. Spite her? No.
Too bad words weren't seeming to get across to Gabriel at all right now. Orca could explain until his throat went dry and Gabby would still be dead-set on his morbid little plan. Ha, get it, dead-set?
He didn't miss the look combined with Gabriel's words about controlling thrown his way, but he ignored it. Did he decide for others? No idea, but so what if he did? One day, he'd be alpha, and it would be his job. Or... something.
"Loud and clear," he finally responded, the hint of a smile returning to his face. "I gotcha, Gabby." Behind the calm visage and slight upward twitch of lips, he was annoyed, however. Gabriel was being such a teenager. He wasn't gonna listen to a word Orca said, he just knew it.
So what could he do?
He could go talk to Romulus on his own, though it was unlikely he'd be able to find the vampire before nightfall. But, really, was that going to help? At all? Just the thought was stupid. Rommy had to look after his pack; just because Orca was friendly with one of his kitty's meal tickets didn't mean shit.
So...
And, honestly, he didn't really want to bring Sparky into this, either. If at all possible, he wanted to keep his friend out of the whole vampire drama. Safer that way, right?
So...
Shit. He had nothing. How annoying. Aaaargh. The lycan pressed the heels of his hands to his face, then scruffed them back through his hair. Blink, blink, and his eyes had faded back to the more human tealish. He let out a sigh, looked skyward, then again locked eyes with Gabriel. Caribbean blue versus graveyard gray. How nice.
"You assume that she'll kill you," he mumbled through a yawn. Sure, he usually stayed up all night, being nocturnal as he was, but he hadn't slept the day before either and it was finally catching up. "You assume I gotta kill her to get her to stop. This ain't my first ro-de-o, y'know. I can handle it." He paused, thought for a moment, then grinned. "I will handle it. Kay?"
He patted the boy on the head, leaning in too close to do it -- he was sure that'd bug Gabby, always did, but at this point he didn't care. "I'm your friend, ain't I? You said so yourself." And he had. So, ha! "Where's your wand, anyway? I'm surprised you haven't pulled it on me by now."
Post by Gabriel Adams on Feb 12, 2011 15:02:59 GMT -5
Not today. Even Gabriel knew that. Orca wouldn't just let Gabriel kill him, and hell, Gabriel couldn't kill him even if Orca just let him. Just turning his head made it hard to see straight. Gabriel figured, if they were friends, he should probably be happy for Orca, right? Wasn't that how friends behaved? He sighed, pushing his hair out of his face.
It bothered the hell out of Gabriel, not knowing what Orca was thinking. It wasn't fair that Victoria could get in his head and control him, but he didn't even know what Orca was thinking about. Gabriel had the sudden urge to cut Orca apart, but he didn't move, staring in to space. Why, why had he let Orca stop him? Why had he hesitated? That little voice itched at the back of his mind, telling him what a coward he was.
He listened, but just wasn't sure what to say. Orca didn't understand. They all had their nightmares, and Gabriel even created his own. Suicide urges had passed on, for the most part. What could he do? Victoria wasn't here. It hadn't been well planned at all. God what he wouldn't give to see her watching, see her helpless to stop him. That slight grin crossed over his face again, and he wasn't quiet sure what to say.
Part of Gabriel felt surprised that Orca hadn't hit him over the head, tried to drug him. Something. He realized he was still holding the potion, and undid the cap, hesitant. It wasn't light it tasted very good. Gabriel tried to think, how to solve the whole damn thing. Shit, he couldn't kill himself with Orca hanging around. Victoria would stop him when she showed up, or change him. Orca would help, but how?
"She said she's going to kill me. Before I went out, she said I was good for one more go. Fuck, Orca, I don't want to go out like that." Gabriel sighed, frustrated. Tired. "I want to believe that, I really do. I just - she's strong, right? Isn't that how it works, the more they feed ... the stronger they are."
Orca didn't even know, did he? Had Gabriel already said something about it? His thoughts were a little fuzzy, he just wasn't entirely sure. He swallowed, throat throbbing with a pang.
" She's been feeding off of me every night for almost two weeks. And I'm willing to bet she didn't just chew on me."
He licked his lips, mouth dry. His mind had gone blank, for the most part, and he brought the bottle to his lips. Disgusting, he could smell it. Orca's question made Gabriel's thoughts to flick to Romulus again, and for a moment he looked down at his wrist, which was still a funny color. He could hear that pop in the back of his skull. Rapid healing magic had fixed up his wrist for the most part, but he disliked magic healing, honestly. Always had.
"Romulus took it. I didn't even see him, he was just there." They were all so damn fast. Gabriel felt the fear trickling up that first night. He had been damn near helpless. "I don't have any money to get another one. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but my nights have been occupied, you know."
What a mild way of putting it. Ha.
"I tried, the first time. But yeah. Romulus said ... he said if I played along, if I just behaved, I'd get it back. But it doesn't look like a will. Heh."
"I'm hers, I don't think he'll help us. And I can't hide forever, I'd rather off myself than do that." Gabriel took another long drink, emptying the bottle. He could listen. The Ravenclaw would be the first to admit it. "I don't have any ideas. So if you've got some kind of plan, give it to me. I don't want to spend my day rotting here."
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