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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
2008-09-23 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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