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Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (nobleblood) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-18 02:33:00

Entry tags:

dorian gray, dracula

Who: Vlad, unconscious Theresa, and OPEN
What: Theresa fell down a well and is now unconscious. Vlad needs help. 911. S.W.A.T teams. THE WORKS.
Where: Basement/Masquerade ball
When: Immediately after this.
Warnings: Yelling, lots of water dripping everywhere, and a very cold, unstable, and shirtless Vlad.
Notes: O YEA AND EMIL IS DEAD.

A strange sort of numbness was beginning to creep up his legs, and it made every step more difficult. The blood trickling from his scalp had tried and it itched, mingling with the white-hot pain of open wounds against the air. He was shivering, and the more he tried not to the less successful he was; while Theresa hung limply from his arms, her dark hair plastered to her head. The sounds of the masquerade grew nearer, the bright laughter and chatter and music that seemed from a time so long ago. His world was cold, so very cold; even his anger had frozen into something else.

He pushed past the curtain, staggering into the freakishly light room. His vision went blurry, and he found himself turning in circles in an attempt to adjust to the light.

Masks, all around. Nameless, faceless, barely even human. He wondered briefly where Esme was in the sea of faces. Where Helena was.

He knew, he knew, HE KNEW.

"Help." Vlad's voice was weak, catching in his throat. He tried again, raising his voice to a yell despite his raw throat. "HELP. SOMEONE, PLEASE, I NEED HELP."

Another stagger forward, his grip on Theresa iron-tight. "SHE NEEDS MEDICAL ASSISTANCE. SOMEONE HELP US!"

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lucaischarming
2009-12-18 10:04 am UTC (link)

Luca bit into his cheek hard enough to draw blood, eyes troubled. It was true that he didn't trust Vlad, but he certainly didn't trust Emil, either, having never met the man. Ultimately, Vlad had only gotten into a fist fight with him--he played dirty, but not any more than Luca was used to, really, which was part of why he was surprised to have lost. And Vlad had only yelled at Kane, but Emil had nearly killed him...

And then Vlad and Kane where at the table where he stood holding Theresa's cold hand, feeling useless.

"I'm a lawyer," he offered, finally, grudgingly, because he was. "And I know some great lawyers. If the man was as crazy as people say he is...you should be fine, Vlad." It was hard to say, and he said it slowly, with effort.

"If there's anything I can do to help...." he was looking at Kane and not at Vlad, but he meant it.

After all, Kane believed Vlad, and he trusted Kane.

He had discarded his own jacket some time ago, but he had laid a tablecloth over Theresa's body.

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	snowiswhite 2009-12-18 03:42 pm UTC (link)
	Theresa wasn't moving, and she wasn't responding to anything anyone did. Her breathing was so shallow, it barely stirred, but she was breathing. There wasn't a mark on her, except the black netting that went over her shoulders and covered all that soaked, blood red velvet was slightly torn on one arm. The plain mask was, of course, long missing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cyprian
2009-12-18 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Emerging from an alcove, with barely more than his pants on, it took Trenton a long moment to realization that something was wrong. That masks were standing around, mouths agape with their staring. A brief inspection of his surroundings ensured that it wasn't him they were staring at. While he might have typically taken offense to being such background fodder, that's when he noticed the girl on the table. Luca at her side, along with two strangers. His only memory of Kane being a fuzzy one.

Pulling his own mask off and dropping it into a nearby chair, he approached Luca. A little drunk, a little drugged the fuck up, but miraculously steady on his feet. "Did anyone call an ambulance?"

Two-toned eyes hesitant on the girl with the ripped dress, one he recognized. He ground the heel of his hand against a tattoo licked collar. Already pulling his phone out of his pocket and backing toward the exit. "I'll meet the EMTs in the lobby and show them the way down."

Something occurred to him as he was storming across the floor, between the formal hemlines and elegant masks. "Isn't somebody in this building a fucking doctor?"

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rosesarereed
2009-12-18 08:31 pm UTC (link)

Reed hadn't been paying attention to the gathering crowd, too intent on her task of downing as much alcohol as possible. Eventually, though, the scene caught her interest and she wandered over just in time to hear the guy--Trenton?--say "Isn't somebody in this building a fucking doctor?"

She blinked and elbowed people out of the way to see the action, curious now. When she reached the front of the crowd she stopped.

And she stared.

She pushed her mask up, not breathing. Theresa was lying on the table, her dress torn, her face icy and pale and totally immobile. Reed felt sick to her stomach, her head felt hazy with the alcohol and shock, her vision started to swim. She almost staggered over, but locked her knees.

She looked up at the only other people with their masks off. Vlad, Kane, and Luca. And Trenton, who was backing out of the room, phone in hand. "What happened?" she said, barely able to speak. She continued, louder, "What the fuck happened?" She wasn't crying, but she felt like any moment she might start.

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nobleblood
2009-12-18 08:39 pm UTC (link)

There were far too many people for Vlad's liking. Kane, Luca, and now some stranger whose voice sounded vaguely familiar. For one of the first times in is life he allowed himself to be led to a chair and sat, his shivering beginning to fade away.

He didn't want to think about an investigation, about police coming and sticking their nose into all this. He doubted they would be able to make the connection to murders occurring halfway across the world, but he didn't want the hassle.

"You believe me." At least there was one person who would believe him. Kane wouldn't turn against him... he wouldn't fall for Emil's treachery. "Thank you."

Vlad turned his head towards the newest arrival, a dark-haired young woman who he didn't recognize. He assumed she was just another curious bystander, and he wanted her to go away. "She fell into a well," he responded, his voice hollow.

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	rosesarereed 2009-12-18 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	"She fell into a well," Reed said flatly. Her hands were shaking. "How the fuck did she fall, did someone push her, is she even breathing?" Reed counted the steps she took towards her sister: One, two, she faltered on the third. Instead of looking at Theresa, she turned and stared at the three maskless men. "How?" she repeated. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lucaischarming
2009-12-18 09:39 pm UTC (link)

"Thanks, Trent," Luca said, grateful to have one of his friends there, and even more grateful that Trent had immediately snapped into the situation and picked something useful to do.

Unforunately, since Trenton left and Kane was busy with Vlad, that left him to speak with Reed. Luca suspected he was not the person she would have picked to be holding her sister's hand.

"Reed," he said, loud enough to get her attention. "She's breathing, and she has a pulse. I haven't found a head injury, so I don't know why she..." he trailed off, wanting to say she'll be okay, because that's what he did, he said the right things--but it seemed too big a lie.

"I don't think she was pushed in," he added softly, carefully keeping his eyes downcast, not letting his eyes flicker in the least towards Vlad, even though they wanted to.

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	rosesarereed 2009-12-18 09:50 pm UTC (link)
	Reed's chin went up defiantly. "Why am I not surprised, Lebeau," she snapped. Her heart wasn't in it, though. She'd had it with her sister's weird bouts of unconsciousness. She wasn't supposed to care about Theresa. She crossed her arms and huffed. "Has anyone with, you know, a medical degree looked at her, maybe?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ohno_opoclips
2009-12-19 02:55 am UTC (link)

"There's an ambulance on the way. You can complain about the wait when they get here," Kane said, perhaps a bit sharply, addressing the woman that he'd ben previously ignoring--he'd hardly glanced at Trenton, either, because honestly? He'd rather put a bullet in his own head.

He turned his attention back to Vlad.

"Of course I believe you. This will work itself out. I swear it will, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure of it."

He looked to Luca, still ignoring Trenton and Reed.

"Still nothing?" He asked, nodding to the unconscious woman on the table.

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	rosesarereed 2009-12-19 03:00 am UTC (link)
	Reed snapped. "I will complain about the fucking wait all I want, she's my sister, you asshole! Now someone better tell me what the fuck actually happened right. now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nobleblood
2009-12-19 05:00 am UTC (link)

Vlad didn't want to say anything. He was cold in a way he'd never been before, and he didn't feel like himself - it was strange, to feel so disconnected from oneself. He was always the one in control of every situation, no matter how sudden or unexpected. Nothing ever moved too quickly for him - until now.

But if this was Theresa's sister, then he needed to tell her what had occurred... whether she believed him or not.

"Your sister fell down a well. It was at the end of a tunnel, behind a curtain in one of the colored rooms." Vlad's voice was surprisingly steady as he looked up at her. "I was not there when it actually happened, but I heard the splash and--" He paused. "Emil and I went to investigate. Between the two of us, we managed to get her out. She was unconscious but breathing when Emil went into the well after her, and she was the same when I lifted her out."

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lucaischarming
2009-12-19 09:39 pm UTC (link)

"No change," Luca muttered, looking at Kane and carefully ignoring Reed and Vlad. Personally, he was hoping to avoid getting caught between them--if Reed chose Vlad to flip out on, he had no objections, and he was vaguely behind the idea that she had a right to some flipping out since her sister had almost drowned. Still, he would not mind Vlad bearing the brunt of her grief, not at all. The other option was taking it himself.

And if Reed snapped at Kane again, unconscious sister or no, he was going to have to say something. That would probably end poorly--but no one was going to get to yell at Kane in front of him, whatever the circumstances.

Weary of everyone, he looked back down at Theresa, taking in her still features--skin so pale behind the coal dark hair, lips red despite the cold. For a moment he felt a flicker of remembered warmth in his chest, thinking of their time together, how she had come to trust him, how she had melted under his touch, and how he had then shrugged and left.

She didn't look dead, despite the unnatural stillness, now that he examined her closely.

Slowly, reverently, feeling like the air was weighted down by an old dream, he lowered his face to hers, and placed a soft, chaste kiss upon her lips.

His felt like the room tilted around them--

and nothing happened.

"I'm sorry, Theresa," he whispered, before straightening up and blinking, feeling a strange and unexpected disappointment.

He turned away from the table, rubbing his fingers against his temple, wishing the fucking ambulance would just get here already.

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rosesarereed
2009-12-22 02:40 am UTC (link)

((Wow I am late. Sorry! D:))

Reed felt dizzy and stupid and totally out of her element, here. As did most things, it just made her angry. "Yeah, I got the whole 'fell into a fucking well' thing. I want to know why. The fuck was she doing there?"

When Luca leaned down and kissed her, Reed felt something snap. It wasn't an angry something. She felt like her ribs were collapsing in on themselves. She hugged herself. Don't touch her, she wanted to say. He had no right, none of these guys had a right to even be here worrying about her sister, but there was nothing she could do except wait for the ambulance. Which was taking its fucking time.

She massaged the bridge of her nose in irritation.

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nobleblood
2009-12-22 06:51 am UTC (link)

((No problem :D))

Something about this woman rubbed Vlad the wrong way, but he knew snapping at her wouldn't solve anything. As of now, he was the only person who'd been present at the time of Theresa's accident. He knew it looked bad, but there was nothing he could do to change the circumstances.

"I do not know why she was there." How did she expect anyone to know why? Only Theresa could answer that.

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	rosesarereed 2009-12-27 05:55 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, right. I'm fucking sure." She stared at Vlad for a moment, and then threw her hands up in the air. She could hear the ambulance in the distance. "Whatever, I don't even care. At least she's not dead." She crossed her arms and seethed like a child. Fuck it. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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