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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 16:07:00

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armand, complete, day twelve, marcus cole

Day Twelve
Who: Armand and Marcus
When: Day Eleven/Day Twelve, around midnight
What: Armand is hungry!
Where: In front of Marcus' dorm
Rating: Pg 13? R? For hungry vampire
Status: Complete

The time had come to feed again. Oh, it wasn't that he had to, not yet. He was completely healed from his trip into daylight and near death, and he had fed recently enough of Schuldig. But he craved the pleasure of the hunt, even if he wasn't allowed to kill here. He wanted to feel someone struggle helplessly against him, and then make them like it. He was cruel, playful, and found that being brought here to the Underground gave him so many interesting new potential victims.

Although, it wasn't to a new victim that his mind turned, not this time. Instead, he focused on someone he had fed on before, someone who had enraged him beyond nearly anything else he'd felt. The Ranger, by his defiance, and by the prior knowledge he had of Armand that he shouldn't have, had made himself an ongoing target. Surely he'd recovered enough to withstand another visit from Armand. And, if not... well, too bad. He'd made his decision.

That damn resistance that Marcus had to his mental attacks, though. It took the vampire a couple of hours to pierce it, to find the Ranger. Well, that was one more thing Marcus would pay for, he decided. Finally, he'd tracked him down, and then it was so easy to send out the mental call that would bring the Ranger to him. He made it as strong as he could, knowing that there were very few people here, or on any world, who could resist the lure he had cast. It was projected in a tight beam into Marcus' sleeping mind.

Then, he waited. Surely, it wouldn't be long, and then Marcus would come to him. A cruel smile settled on his boyish, innocent-looking face as he stood, alone and apparently unarmed, in front of the door to Marcus' dorm building.

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marcus_cole
2009-06-19 11:17 pm UTC (link)

Marcus was paralyzed in the vampire's hold, his lip curling with the effort to resist the pain that could not be resisted. Growling he fought the need to cry out, his bones aching as he fought the urge to twist helplessly in the creature's iron grip. The visions the beast showed him were as vivid as life, and as painful, despite the Ranger's knowledge that they were no more than effective psychic attacks. Having been trained to resist telepaths, Marcus could not stop what Armand was doing, but he could recognize it. When the unending torture had finally ceased, and Marcus's wound has been sealed, the Ranger fell, exhausted, to his knees, still haunted by the echoes of the vampire's attack.

"I owe you nothing, monster. Nothing you have shown me is real."

Where had that church been, and who the girl? Marcus wondered why the fiend had bothered to devise so elaborate a fantasy to play on his fear of Tonks' safety.

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vagabond_child
2009-06-20 03:02 am UTC (link)

The vampire's lips drew into a pout, and he looked, once more, like nothing more dangerous than a hurt child. "But it was your lovely witch who interupted my feeding on my lover in the church all those nights ago. And we spared her. Are you not overcome with our generous natures?" He was speaking the truth, too, and his words dripped with that sincerity.

"I could have killed her, but I did not. I didn't even harm a hair on her brightly-coloured little head. And how do you thank me? Ungrateful wretch."

With that, he dropped the Ranger negligently to the ground. He would be dizzy and a little weak, but the vampire hadn't taken much this time. Directly into Marcus' head, he projected If you keep resisting me, perhaps I will not be so merciful next time. Goodbye, Marcus Cole.

To the Ranger, he would then simply seem to disappear into the night.

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marcus_cole
2009-06-20 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Marcus seethed, struggling to sit up on the chilled stone stoop. If the vampire was telling the truth, he was hardly grateful. Why should he feel thanks for an act of common decency? It was difficult for him to feel sorry for Armand and his lover, but he could never consider murder anything but a disproportionate response to embarrassment. Nevertheless, it angered him further that the beast had threatened his pregnant lover, and he wanted even more to destroy him.

Raising himself weakly to his feet Marcus stumbled back inside, not noticing that as he climbed the stairs the house was turning to chocolate all around him. He was somewhat reassured by the sight if Tonks lying peacefully in their bed, but he did not find it easy to fall asleep.

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