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(lord) hal yorke (theposterboy) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-03-15 02:45:00

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claire winchester, hal yorke

WHO: Hal Yorke (Dominic) and Claire Winchester (...not sure if she has an amnesia name yet).
WHAT: Dominic and girl are working on making life more comfortable for their fellow amnesia bros. Dominic is also coping with the fact that HE VANTS TO SUCK HER BLOOD...and everyone elses.
WHEN: Friday morning.
WHERE: The Second Chance Crisis Center.
RATING: PG-13 (for possible language and potential violence).
STATUS: COMPLETED

He felt truly bad for everything that was happening. He felt guilty over it regardless of the fact that he was assured that it was nothing against him but rather some guilt-trip thing that dealt with something else. Something he couldn't remember. It was a nagging emotion, this guilt. It made Dominic tired. An exhaustion that ran deep it left him tired from the moment he awakened to the moment he went back to sleep. He made play that it didn't effect him as much as it was. Why worry perfect strangers when one could just...bury it. Dominic didn't feel the need of telling anyone because he felt like the people he wanted to tell weren't there. Weren't around him even as he laid down next to his girlfriend in bed at night, the only thing that ran through his head was that he wanted her to go away. Not out of disdain. But because she was driving him mad.

The night before, he laid and stared at the ceiling for hours. Listening to her heart beat tease him. At one point, he swore he could see the veins under her skin and they called out to him like sirens. Like an oasis in the middle of the desert to the bone-tired traveler. Dominic almost cried. He self-restraint he displayed was merely a mask for something much darker, something that hadn't displayed itself yet and he truly didn't know what he was capable of. He poured himself into the crisis center and had made the decision not to go back to the apartment until he felt himself again. Whatever himself felt like.

He had spent most of the day and night; working. Beds were filling up with the people who had no idea what was going on. He offered them his assistance and he wished for them to get as comfortable as possible. A benefit had been some of the volunteers. Even if Dominic was willing to do all the work himself. He was only one man, and one man couldn't do much -- considering. He sucked in a deep breath as he finally decided to take a seat after his several hours stint of getting food prepared for everyone with some other people and dishing them out to the new residents there. When he felt like he was finally alone, he nearly broke down as he put his hands over his face. "God...please...make this stop." In his moment, he didn't here someone come into the room with him. He honestly probably didn't care that much if that was the case.

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goallbuffyonus
2013-03-16 04:31 am UTC (link)

"It's Elizabeth," she responded initially before pausing and frowning ever so slightly. "I mean, that's my name." She paused again, considered tacking on an explanation that it was obviously just the name she'd chosen for herself, but figured she didn't really need to spell it out for him. Instead she cleared her throat and moved toward him. She didn't sit down, though, mostly because she didn't want to seem as though she were simply inserting herself fully into his obviously private moment.

"I mostly just wanted to thank you," she explained with another smile. "For organizing all of this." She waved around a hand to indicate the shelter before dropping her arm back to her side and purposefully ignoring the obvious wedding band that was on her ring finger. She was not going to think about the much older than her, possible religious cult leader, apparent husband she'd woken up beside. She was going to focus on the here and now. Period.

"And for asking me to help out, too," Elizabeth tacked on in order to get her thoughts back on track. "I mean, I probably would have eventually turned up here and volunteered anyway, but it definitely helped me clear my head a bit to get out of the house where I woke up and actually do something useful." Yet again, Elizabeth paused, but this time it wasn't because she didn't know what to say or how to phrase it. Instead, a look of concern crossed her features and she unconsciously took another step closer to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a touch of worry in her tone now. "You look..." This time the pausing was definitely because she didn't quite know how to phrase what she was thinking. Lamely, she shrugged and finished up with, "I don't know, off, somehow."

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theposterboy
2013-03-16 05:21 am UTC (link)

"Elizabeth," he repeated with a smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at her. Attentive and trying to be as patient as he possibly could as he folded his arms on the desk before him. "It isn't that bad of a name. I vaguely recall, in a panic, attempting to name a woman goat in Russian. So...it could be worse." He chuckled a little bit before ducking his head with a shy, borderline modest grin tugging on his face this time. If he had a heart beat (as he assumed he did not at this point), he figured his cheeks would be reddening.

But they were not.

"Someone had to do it. I'm just glad you decided to speak to me. I have to admit, I'd be completely overwhelmed without some assistance." He watched her for a brief moment, eyes tracking the ring on her finger and brow quirking slightly in curiosity. He truly...did not envy her. He felt awkward around the individual he assumed was his girlfriend. He didn't dare picture waking up to someone who may or may not have been his spouse. He pursed his lips together as he pushed himself to his feet, straightening out his shirt.

He looked down at the ring again as he crossed over to her. "I can assume...you have a lot on your mind, Elizabeth. I can only hope working in this place will give you some clarity, if you need it. If not...I will just have to continue the abuse of asking you to remain here at all hours of the night along with everyone else." It was a joke. That was telltale from the smirk on his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

He pondered her question for a moment. It wasn't that he seemed 'off' or appeared as such. It was that he was. He had tucked his hands into his pockets to keep them from shaking. His body...felt like it was going through some sort of withdraw at this point that it was taking every cell in his body not to lunge at Elizabeth. He sucked in an exhausted breath as he stared, he knew he was staring creepily at her throat. He could feel his eyes boring into her, but it wasn't her throat he saw. He saw the spinal of blue veins underneath the skin. He could hear her heart beat, feel the blood course just right there. His body ached, from deep in his stomach it screamed. Dominic wanted to cry.

"I'm fine," he said almost harshly after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "You should..." He felt himself stuttering. His body breaking out into a cold sweat almost. "I'm fine. Just tired." He knew the better scenario of this conversation was him kicking the young woman out. But he just, really couldn't help himself.

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goallbuffyonus
2013-03-16 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Elizabeth watched him closely, something in her gut telling her that she should probably back off and just let him be. However, there was another part of her - a voice, of sorts - that was whispering in her mind that it would be fine. No matter what he might do, she would be fine. Which wasn't too hard of a leap to make, really, if she thought about it logically. If her... ability really was like Wolverine's, she would heal from whatever Dominic might try. Right?

It didn't matter, though. Not only did she really not think he would do anything to her, that odds were he was probably just under far too much stress at the moment, she also couldn't bring herself to walk away even if she wouldn't heal from a potential attack. Stupid? Possibly. But she could no sooner turn and leave than she could tell someone her real name. He was a friend, at least she considered him one, and something inside of her fiercely objected to leaving a friend when they were in trouble of any kind.

So rather than backing away, or even accepting his excuse, Elizabeth simply arched an eyebrow at him and replied flatly with, "Yeah, no. That's not it. Nice try but I'm not buying it." Then her body language changed, the annoyance at her belief he was lying to her fading to be replaced, once more, with open and honest concern. Taking another step toward him, she had to raise her gaze upward a bit to keep looking him in the eye but that didn't matter. All that did matter, to her, in that moment, was helping him.

"I'm not going to judge you," she added softly. "I mean, whatever it is, it can't be any worse than what we're all experiencing right now." Pausing, she pointed out after a second, in the same soft tone, "Everyone needs someone, Dominic. Even if they can't help, even if it's just to listen, nobody can do it all on their own." She wasn't sure how she knew that, why she believed it to be an absolute, unquestionable truth, but she did and that was good enough for her.

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theposterboy
2013-03-17 08:35 am UTC (link)

She should have listened to her gut.

Dominic could stand there and count what her heart beat, teasing him. Taunting him. It was almost too much to bear and he couldn't even distinguish the emotion that she was his "friend" any longer. It didn't even matter in his head anymore what he felt towards this girl. A confused twist of familiarity, of trust. He almost felt a little bad for what he was going to do but the guilt and those thoughts were easily ignored. Dominic felt the hunger gnaw at him for too long already.

He knew she wouldn't understand for the most part. Who would understand this? Elizabeth may have been "special", a negative comment could be that she was a "freak". But Dominic? Dominic was a fucking monster. There was no positive outlook on it. He was a monster and Elizabeth just had the shit luck of being the type of individual who would not relent. Who would poke and press and try to be there for a friend. He supposed it was fate having a right laugh at someone who was trying to do a good thing.

He supposed he would dwell on it a bit later as he stifled a bit of a smile as he looked on at her. "I assure you, Miss Elizabeth, what we're experiencing now...is a much greater fate than what I am experiencing." He took in an unneeded deep breath in as he felt the consistent tugging in the deep recesses of his mind to lax. All he could think of was someone whispering into his ear 'Well, it's about time.' As if it had been echoing in his mind the entire time as he put his hand on the young woman's shoulders with a relieved smile.

"I guess, I should listen to you." He paused for a brief moment as he lowered his head, feeling as though the weight he had been carrying over his shoulders was finally releasing. But unknownst to Elizabeth, for all the wrong reasons. "Everyone needs someone...at least just for the time being." He squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the black to consume him and his fangs come out before gripping both her shoulders tightly and lunging forward towards her throat.

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goallbuffyonus
2013-03-17 01:35 pm UTC (link)

In retrospect, once her memories returned, the woman currently going by Elizabeth would be able to acknowledge her part in what came next. When she remembered the sorts of creatures who inhabited the city she called home, she would not only be willing to take full responsibility for the next few moments but would likely insist upon doing so much as she'd insisted upon staying to try and help now.

For now, though, that wasn't the case. No, as Dominic laid his hands on her in a grip that would have likely hurt if it weren't for her ability, the twisting of her gut was in no way, shape, or form due to her own stupidity. Instead it was little more than primal dread. It was a feeling so intense that, almost instantly, she felt the taste of metal on her tongue as her adrenaline surged and her heartbeat increased.

Then he was lunging, and she was too dumbfounded to react. A feeling of betrayal that somehow felt wrong, even if this was pretty much the definition of the term, overcame her. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, to scream for help, to do something, anything, besides simply standing there as he attacked her. Yet no sound escaped her, save for a sharp intake of breath, as his fangs slid into her neck.

Yet again, there was no pain and it was, ultimately, that very strange concept that made her snap out of her daze. She had to do something to stop him. She had to at least try. Arms finally moving, she pressed her palms flat against his chest and shoved with all of her might to get him away from her.

She might as well have been pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did her.

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theposterboy
2013-03-18 05:51 am UTC (link)

Betrayal, dread, adrenaline. It all seemed to help make this much easier to bear for Dominic. Not mentally. Mentally, there was the distant echo of 'why' and something begging him to stop what he was doing before he crossed the line of no return. But that was easily ignored as her blood ran down his throat. He was on the borderline of ripping the flesh from her next to get to the deepest vein. Than ripping even further to drain her completely dry.

There was a slight echo of laughter going through his mind as he felt the palms of her hands against his chest. The attempt to push away as almost hysterical at this point as he gripped her tighter. Much like a constrictor would do so around it's own prey. He supposed that made this easier than thinking of her as Elizabeth. Thinking of her as normal. He didn't want to let go. In the time his hunger was building, he imagined this. Pictured and fantasized about it. But he didn't imagine it to taste so good.

Dominic's spin on this new side of him faded when Elizabeth's body grew slack in his arms. What struggling she did was non-exist now. For a brief moment, he felt little regret about doing this. Then the deed rushed back to him. He had murdered someone. Not only that but he had delighted in it. Dominic paused for a brief moment as he pulled his mouth away from her and broke off a small sob. "I'm...s--sorry. I didn't...Someone help."

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