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Tweak says, "uncle johnny made my dress!"

(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
2013-03-17 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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