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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 16:00:55 GMT -5
*He almost didn't hear her, distracted as he was at that moment--the scent of all that blood in the air was playing havoc with his senses and his head. He stood for a few moments of silence, arms crossed, unmoving from his spot a few feet away from her.*
"You...need to wash up." His voice was unsteady, though he was making an effort to stay focused.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 16:06:17 GMT -5
*She blinked and looked over at him, but not meeting his eyes.*
"I'd say you're the one who needs to wash up." *She commented disinterestedly, despite her unwashed, matted hair and bloody cheek.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 17:04:33 GMT -5
"Both of us...in any case. Shouldn't...let it sit."
*He suddenly turned on his heel, heading for the bathroom. If he waited any longer, he'd quite likely do something that would bring this game to a crashing halt*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 17:22:44 GMT -5
*She sensed something odd in the way he was acting, but it was an oddness that she'd encountered before. Now, however, she recognized a lot more of the ramifications of it.*
*But she didn't really mind if he did try to drain her of blood at this point. She stood and put on a nightgown, not noting the bruises that bloomed across her, before grabbing her book. She took a handkerchief and wiped off her face, and pulled her hair back so at least it was out of the way, then sat against the headboard and stared at the pages, mechanically reading the lines.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 17:29:38 GMT -5
*There was a decent amount of time that passed before he re-appeared--it'd taken a fair bit of scrubbing to get the blood out, and even with all that effort there was still some under his fingernails. At least he looked civilized again.
He wandered back out into the bedroom, stopping at the bedside. He only stood there, studying her a moment. Now that she'd seen what lurked in his true nature, he wondered what she'd do or how she'd react. Certainly not in a good way.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 17:37:31 GMT -5
"What are you?" *She asked plainly, once he was standing there. No use skating around it anymore; he wasn't human.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 17:41:04 GMT -5
"Vampire." Came the direct response.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 17:51:36 GMT -5
*In the same flat voice,*
"And why did you come after me?"
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 17:55:10 GMT -5
"Be careful what you ask...you might learn more than you wanted to."
*Though outwardly calm, within he was glad of this. He'd gotten bored of the games.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 17:57:09 GMT -5
"Why did you come after me." *She repeated, grinding the words out.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 17:58:48 GMT -5
"Because you're beautiful, my dear. Beautiful and fragile, and I wanted to break you...in so many ways." He answered, voice low.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 21:56:46 GMT -5
"I was broken long before you found me." *She said bitterly.* "Broken and stitched together over and again."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 22:01:54 GMT -5
*He moved and sat down on the edge of the bed...near her but not touching.*
"Indeed. But you see, I'm a different breed when it comes to that. Would be another sort of breaking."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 22:05:58 GMT -5
"Why haven't I just gone mad already?" *She asked, her voice soft but hollow. It became apparent that she was open to the page where Ophelia wove flowers in her hair before drowning herself.* "A pretty Ophelia I'd make, no?"
*She stared right ahead of her, looking again eerily like a china doll.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 22:16:57 GMT -5
*He reached out and lightly touched her cheek*
"Flowers in your hair..."
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