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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-08 02:36:00

Entry tags:

armand, complete, day five, marcus cole

Who: Armand and Marcus
When: Day Five, early evening
What: A strange encounter
Where: By the Labyrinth
Rating: Well, given it's Armand, at least an R.
Status: Complete

It wasn't the first time he'd hated the coming of the dawn. It never seemed all that fair that he had to hide out through the daylight hours. Humans had to sleep, too, but at least they got a choice about when they went to bed. More than anything, he had wanted to stay up with his lover and help him through the bad dreams, but he hadn't been able to. The coldness had settled over him, the lethargy, and he'd had no choice but to crawl into his coffin.

When he awoke, it was dusk. The sky would still be a deep purple from the sunset. He pushed aside the heavy lid of his coffin and stepped out. His first impulse was to look around for his lover, but a quick scan told him the redhead was in the shower. Well, that was fine. He needed to go out to hunt. His wounds were so close to healed, his skin sort of a light tan color. He wanted to be as he was before, pale, beautiful, and as far as he was concerned, this couldn't happen fast enough for him. He would duck out, hunt, and then come back before too long.

Sending a quick mental thought Schuldig's way, cutting his shoulder-length hair to the short length he prefered these days, and getting dressed, he was soon ready to go. The night air felt good on his skin. Laughing with pleasure at the whole thing, he rose up and took to the air, flying through the night. Not Juniper, not again, he would kill her if he took so much. But someone, he would find someone. Whoever was out, really, he decided. He wouldn't be picky. Fate could choose his victim.

There was movement about a hundred feet away. Instantly, the vampire was in hunting mode. His eyes narrowed, and he took in every detail of the human. Dark, flowing hair, handsome face, toned body... this was not a bad choice, not at all. He circled from above, checking him out, and then landed softly behind him. "It's late, and dark. You are alone. Why would you take this risk? Don't you know that children that wander can be hurt?"

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vagabond_child
2009-04-16 01:31 am UTC (link)

Armand knew he'd caused Marcus pain. He knew it, and he reveled in it. No one attacked him back, certainly not a mere mortal. Although, despite himself, there was a tiny bit of respect in his gaze as he looked at the fallen Ranger. To fight him like that had taken considerable will power, a trait that few humans really truly possessed.

"How do you know who I am? You say through your blood that we met, but we haven't. Did you read those books everyone was talking about? But, no, that didn't show in your mind at all." He knelt down so he was on the same level as Marcus, and looked intently into his eyes. He didn't like not understanding things, clearly. It irritated him, confused him.

He suddenly hauled off and slapped Marcus across the face. He was actually relatively gentle about it. He could have crushed bones. But instead, he just hit barely short of giving the human whiplash. "Tell me what you know! I will find out, you would be best served by telling me. I may not hurt you quite so badly."

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marcus_cole
2009-04-16 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Marcus had been quite out of it while Armand spoke, but the vampire's slap brought his awareness back into sharp focus. His body was weak from blood-loss, but his trained mind moved surprisingly fluidly for someone in his condition. He had been helpless to stop the monster from seizing him and feeding on him, and the pain of the nightmares had been excruciating, but he refused to give in to this creature's power. Exhibiting a strength of will only to be found in someone that had gone through rigorous training such as Rangers received, Marcus glared defiantly at Armand and resolved to tell him nothing.

Unable to move his arms to strike the beast, or indeed even rise from the floor where he lay, Marcus struck back the only way he could, spitting directly in his attacker's face.

"You can't kill me here."

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vagabond_child
2009-04-17 12:50 am UTC (link)

Armand jumped when the warm spit hit his face, and the scowled. "You spit on me!" He couldn't have sounded more enraged if someone had killed his entire family in front of him. Of course, his family was long dead, at least the members of it that he knew. But he was completly and totally infuriated, and showed it with another bone-shaking slap across the face.

But Marcus' words soothed him, at least a little. Yes, he was annoyed that the human would dare to defy him, dare to talk to him like he did, but he also had a point. And if Armand let himself get much angrier, he was going to end up killing Marcus, and probably find out first hand exactly what happened when Jareth got upset.

So, he tried to remain calm as he flicked the spittle off his cheek and looked down at Marcus. "No, I can't... but I can hurt you a lot. You might want to reconsider."

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marcus_cole
2009-04-23 12:50 am UTC (link)

Marcus was unable to suppress a grunt as an angry Armand hit him with a less-guarded slap than before, rattling his teeth and nearly bruising his cheekbones. He knew the vampire was right. Despite the Goblin King's prohibition on murder, he had said nothing about damaging or causing pain to one another. The monster before him had no reason to think he could not torture or even dismember the Ranger to the extent of his will. Marcus knew this, and yet found himself stubbornly resolved to not give the beast the pleasure of his cringing submission.

"Do your worst, monster. I can take a lot of pain. I don't know what it will gain you. You've already fed on my blood."

Though Marcus was resolved not to submit, he didn't really see the advantage for himself in provoking Armand, nor did he desire the experience of prolonged suffering. What he really wanted was to find a way to either fight off the vampire or escape; however, with his body too weak to respond, he didn't see yet how he was going to do either of those things.

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vagabond_child
2009-04-23 05:44 pm UTC (link)

The vampire looked down at the Ranger and seethed. He never had been all that amazing at hiding his anger, and usually, it didn't matter that much. When one dealt with humans, it didn't matter if anger happened, not usually. At the worst, there would be one dead human. Not such a tragedy, not so far as Armand was concerned. But here, it could end badly for him.

He looked down at Marcus, rage in his eyes, making him look like the demon that he truly was. He wanted more than anything to take the human into his arms again, and this time, not stop until he was totally drained. Or just to reach out and snap his neck. He wanted it so badly he was shaking with the effort of holding himself back.

"Fine. If you won't tell me what you know, you're of no use to me. Keep your eye out, though... and tell your pretty lover to do the same." With that last threat, he smiled and rose into the air as if he had wings. In seconds, he was gone, leaving the Ranger to fend for himself, if he could.

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