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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-19 08:11:00

Entry tags:

armand, complete, day 16, kidnapping, max evans

Who: Armand and Max
What: Woot Kidnapping!
When: Morning
Where: Outside, near the restaurant
Rating: I'm gonna give this one a big old R right off the bat for, you know, vampire-y things.
Status: Complete

He had been promised by Dahak, but it still was no easy thing to sit quietly outside as the sun rose. It was pretty much impossible that vivid memories of the last time he'd done this not rise in his head. He kept flinching back as the sky lightened, and he wanted more than anything to just go back to the room he shared with Lestat and climb into safety there. He was all alone. Who could he ask to sit with him as he potentially tried to commit suicide again? His skin had lightened quite a bit since he'd last gone into the sun, but it was still just slightly tanned. It didn't hurt much anymore, not after Marcus and the packets of blood the Planet kept Armand equipped with.

The sun rose, and though Armand braced himself for pain, there was none. Long past the point where his body should have began to smoke and burn, and had last time he'd done this, he just sat, waiting for it to hurt. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, the golden light touched his skin. And it didn't burn him, not even for a second. The colors of the sunrise spread through the sky, and Armand looked at them. He couldn't remember the last time he'd really watched a sunrise. And the combination of the sunlight and the vampire's keen senses made it quite an experience indeed.

When it became fully apparent that he wasn't going to be burned, he jumped to his feet. Dahak had kept his word. Armand, well, he would do the same. Anyway, it sounded like a lot of fun. He walked briskly through the early morning air, breathing deeply just for the sheer pleasure of it. He didn't really need to breathe, of course, only to talk, but it felt nice. He stretched his arms up to the sky as it lightened and turned blue. The little wispy clouds delighted him to no end.

Jumping easily onto the roof of the main building, he used it as a vantage point to survey the surroundings. Of course, he needed to find the two he'd been shown, but there was no reason he shouldn't hunt first. No one else really seemed to be up yet, though... wait. There was someone. He smiled to himself as he jumped down and approached him. Swiftly, silently, he stalked up on his intended victim. He didn't yet have any idea it was one of the ones he was to take.

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alien_max
2008-09-22 11:22 am UTC (link)

Max awoke early this morning, after a good night’s sleep, and felt invigorated. He decided that he’d grab a quick breakfast and maybe go out for an early morning run. He could use the exercise to keep girls off of his mind. As he brushed his teeth he thought back…there was Giselle first and Katara…then he met Ginny at the hot springs…his makeout session with her had gone further than he ever had with any girl…and if he continued to think about it, he’d never get ready to leave here early. Then he met Ayla at the party, she was so innocent and so beautiful. So many hot girls here…Max stepped into the shower to take a quick shower before his run…he would take a longer one when he got back. As he lathered himself and then washed his hair, the sixteen year old alien boy couldn’t get the images of all the incredibly beautiful girls he’d met out of his mind…Giselle, Katara, Ginny, Ayla… “Oh my God, I’m so horny”, Max sighed out loud, as he reached over and turned off the hot water… “ahhh ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, he turned off the water, “Okay, a little better”.

Max dressed in a pair of wine-colored sweatpants, a white wifebeater and white running shoes. Making sure his thick, dark hair was presentable, he stuck his key in his pocket and headed down to the restaurant.

There were surprisingly few people up and around at this time of the morning…being provided for makes one a bit lazy. Max found himself a table by a window and made quick work of his raisin, date and nut oatmeal and orange juice. On his way out, he stopped to chat with Maxxie, whom he hadn’t seen since they were in dance class together…he laughed so hard at that, Maxxie was a dancer…Max was not. Excusing himself, Max finally made it outside and took in a good deep breath, “ahhhhh, NICE!”, he exclaimed.

Before starting his run, Max did some stretching exercises, bending his legs, stretching them…stretching his back, his arms…it felt so good. This is exactly what he needed. He was in such good shape naturally, he didn’t push himself often, but from now on he would…he would run or hit the gym every day…maybe it would keep his mind and body occupied.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-22 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Idly, almost lazily, he stretched out his thoughts to intersect those of the boy he presumed was a human. Lovely, gorgeous little boy... their minds met, Armand slipping into something he'd never experienced before. Something, for lack of a better word, completely alien. The vampire staggered, almost fell off the roof in his surprise. He'd never had anything like this happen to him before. He'd lost count of the number of minds he'd slipped into so easily, why was this one...

Gradually, the confusion cleared, or mostly. It still made Armand a little dizzy to be in the boys mind like he was, but he could handle it. He probably wasn't going to fall off the roof, though it had been a very near thing. Ironically, what helped was that this boy was thinking of girls. Very vivid images in his head, actually, and the vampire was amused. Ah, hormones. Apparently not that different in aliens as in humans.

And then, he realized something. This was wonderful. He really was having the most lucky day. He'd gotten to see a sunrise, and already, he'd found one of the victims he was supposed to take. As he went through the alien boys mind, he realized that this wasn't going to be easy, or rather, if he gave Max a chance, it could be difficult. Nice for him, he had no intention of doing anything of the sort. The boy couldn't use his powers if he was surprised...

With a sort of inherent grace, the vampire leapt down off the top of the building where he'd been perching. He landed without a sound, and just as silently, he stalked up to his chosen victim. Oh, this was going to be fun, he'd never had the opportunity to have alien blood before. After 500 years with little in the ways of truly new experiences, well, Mirage was sure offering that, wasn't it? If nothing else could be said for the Planet, that certainly could.

His cold, slender fingers closed on the shoulder of the boy. The key here was to not let him react, not let him use his powers. It was a challenge, but then, what on this world wasn't? Still, it was powerfully exciting. And before the boy could do anything more than gasp, the vampire had his arms around him and his teeth in his neck.

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alien_max
2008-09-23 12:13 pm UTC (link)

Max had just started to stretch his arms wide…to expand his lungs…when…PAIN! He instinctively grabbed hold of the arms that were wrapped around his body, trying frantically to dislodge them, but , small as they appeared, they were like steel. Max was strong but he couldn’t move this person…creature(?) that had hold of him…he felt the burn at his neck and the trickles of blood that escaped the greedy vampire’s mouth, “Please! My God, what are you? Why are you doing this?”, he struggled with all his strength, but was unable to budge against the preternatural strength of the vampire.

Then…it happened. “NO!”, Max practically sobbed, “Oh God, NO!”…the embrace of the vampire triggered Max’s alien Bonding resonse. His vision went black and he gasped for air…and then, all his pain and fear and confusion was mixed with something more…wait!Now he was feeling like a predator…yes!…he saw that blood was good, he craved it…he lusted for the boy…his body…he tasted blood… “NO!”, his voice rasped out, as he tried to push away, but failed once again.

Max was drawn back…back into the bond, even deeper than before. Lestat…he wanted a blond vampire named Lestat…now he was somewhere else…he was in a brothel? Yes! Finally he was having sex! Sex with women…sex with men…sex with boys… “NO!” …not me… Max was in pain… “God…please…stop…”. A bonding was supposed to be a pure and beautiful thing…pleasurable, erotic…never dark and painful…never so polluted by evil. Max would never forget this…if he lived.

The fight was gone out of Max now and all he could do was give in to the bonding. He found himself stalking innocent people and taking pleasure in their demise…he pictured a bizarre theatre in Paris where the vampires pretended to be humans masquerading as vampires…and then he…walked out into the sun… “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh it burrrrrrrns!”, Max screamed in pain as he writhed beneath Armand’s steel-like grip. Water poured from his eyes and every muscle was clenched tight… “Пожалуйста остановитесь!”, he begged in Armand’s native tongue, a language Max didn’t speak. Unfortunately, the alien boy didn’t realize that creatures like Armand didn’t understand the words ‘please’ or ‘stop’ in any language.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-23 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Until a certain point, it had all been the same. The blood, the struggling of the victim, nothing significantly different. But, unknown to Armand, this boy was not a human. There was no way the vampire could have known. Even if he had, how could he know that the response would be triggered when his teeth sunk into Max's neck? He likely wouldn't have suspected, not ever.

It was something he would have fought with everything in him, even while secretly wanting it. He'd always wanted to be bonded with someone, to have this sort of connection with someone, but anytime it had come close, he'd rebelled against it. It was sort of tragic, really, and he knew it in sort of an abstract way. But he'd not wanted it with an alien teenager! It didn't matter. It was done. His teeth had entered the vein on the neck, and the blood was filling his mouth.

A shudder wracked his slender body as he felt a sort of warmth tingling, spreading through his entire body. Like blood, but so much more... he swallowed down more and more, forgetting about fighting anything. Just as there were images in Max's mind from Armand's life, which the vampire was reliving right along with the boy, he was also seeing things...

A pod, people, children emerging from it, one of them Max, the other people he cared about.... a different time, a sheriff, hated for his interference and stalking... a flash of dark eyes, beautiful girl, Liz... in an interogation room, torture...

So much stronger than anything he'd felt before, even moreso than taking the blood of Marius into himself. He was shaking almost uncontrolably under the twin onslaught of his own emotions, and those of the boy. But he kept determindly drink. He had to make the boy pass out. He didn't remember about the kidnapping just then, his whole body was on fire with the boys blood, but he did know there was some reason. The plan, he knew, was to drink until he was unconscious, then take him from here to the place he'd prepared. Even in his near-delerium, he was going to do just that.

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alien_max
2008-09-24 11:59 am UTC (link)

Max thought that the pain of the burning sun would never stop, but it did…blissful darkness took him, but for a moment…then he was back…back to the searing pain of the vampire sucking the life from his neck and raping his soul…he was too weak to fight now, all he could do was hang on and feel what he felt…and what ‘Armand’…that was his name…what Armand felt and see Armand’s life.

He saw someone named Louis…Armand lusted after him…Max didn’t want to see this, but he was too weak to resist…Max felt it too…Louis was beautiful and passionate…he saw them, pumping, grinding, undulating, writhing…Max made an attempt to kick his feet and to try a new hand hold to shake loose Armand, but his strength was waning and it was of little use.

A thought hit Max…if they were bonded, the vampire was feeling what he felt and seeing his memories, feeling his emotions, “What kind of demon are you?”, he choked out, “That you can do this to a man…you are looking into my soul…feeling my feelings and you can still do this?!”. Then, a bitter laughter came from him…he’d gotten treated not much better by humans in the FBI…perhaps they were vampires? Vampires He was feeling it again, feeling Armand’s feelings…feeling the lustful/craving/blissful/joy of drawing the blood out of his neck…so thick and rich and warm…and different than human blood. Intoxicating…his blood was slightly intoxicating…pleasantly so…Max had to think that was a bad thing.

Feeling his knees weaken, Max looked down…he briefly noticed he was wearing a wifebeater and sweats…Oh yeah, was supposed to go running…am I going to die?. With Armand’s thoughts of lounging on the chaise with Lestat in his mind, Max finally passed out in the vampire’s arms.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-24 12:22 pm UTC (link)

Memories of being mortal, yes, because that's what this alien's blood felt like, wasn't it? Like being mortal once more, and getting drunk off of fine wine. Only that didn't encompass it. There was no way being drunk had ever felt this good. He could feel the boys body relaxing, and finally, the moment he'd been waiting for came. The alien became unconscious.

Quickly, he disengaged. It was a crucial time, if he took too much now, he could kill the alien. It had been close enough with the Ranger Marcus, and Armand had barely cared about him at all. This boy, though, well... it suddenly seemed completely impossible to ever let go of him. It wasn't just because of fear of the Planet's retribution that he didn't want to kill Max. There was far more to it than that.

"What have you done to me, beautiful alien boy?"

It had all been so intense. Not just the physical sensation of the blood, but everything. The memories, the intense process of being bonded to the alien boy... he'd never felt anything like it. As he looked around at the world, there was a new clarity to his sight. Different blood, yes, but it was more than that, really. So much more.

The boy lay on the ground, fairly white, and the monster-vampire actually felt some sort of... feeling... sweep over him as he knelt down. Almost tenderly, he knelt down and took the boy, so young, younger even that Armand had been when he was taken, into his arms. He would kidnap the other girl, as he had promised Dahak, but this one he wasn't about to let out of his sight.

Which meant, Armand supposed, that if Dahak meant for them to die, he'd have to fight him on Max's behalf. There was no doubt of this. He sighed softly, slung the human over his shoulder, and set off. Quietly, he talked to him as he walked.

"You're going to cause me all sorts of trouble, I can see it already."

Of course, Max didn't respond. He was unconscious.

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