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Armand ([info]vagabond_child) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-26 19:42:00

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Entry tags:armand, complete, day 17, kibeth, max evans, the doctor, violet baudelaire

Who: Armand, Max, Violet, Doctor, Kibeth (Posting order, if that's cool?)
Where: The spa
When: Early evening
What: Rescue time!
Rating: R, cause of it being Armand and all
Status: Complete



He was just waiting. Waiting for instructions on what to do. He had his victims, and he was ready to do what he was supposed to. Or... mostly. There was only one slight little hitch to that plan. Violet, no problem, he could sacrifice her or whatever was required any second he was asked to. He didn't have anything against her, but he didn't have any particular reason to want to save her, either.

However... the snag was with Max. The teenaged boy was intoxicating. Literally, actually. And Armand found himself unable to stop from occasionally biting the alien, draining a little bit more of his blood each time. The boy was very pale. He was coming close to breaking the rules, to killing. And, somehow, at the same time, he knew he would fight Dahak if necessary to protect the alien boy. An odd sort of dual way of feeling, but Armand didn't worry about that much.

The vampire sat comfortably on the alter he'd set up. He'd been there for hours, unmoving. Max lay draped in his lap, and Armand played softly with his hair. Together, they sat, and waited. Max was conscious, but barely. He would likely be in a delerium induced by lack of blood, and the bond that had so ensnared the vampire. Armand showed no indication of letting him go anytime soon, if ever.

There was the girl there, too, of course. Violet. Such an intruiging, logical little creature. He had spent quite awhile busy with her mind, and knew nearly everything there was to know about her. Suddenly, he spoke. "Come here, little girl." His fingers continued to play gently with the hair of the boy draped in his lap. "Come here, I want to give you a candy."

He reached into his pocket, and knowing full well that she was allergic to peppermint, he pulled one of the candy's out. He'd gotten this just for this purpose. And entering the mind of the child, he compelled her towards him, compelled her to take the candy.



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[info]vagabond_child
2008-10-14 01:10 pm UTC (link)
He knew, he could sense, that the boy Max was not pleased about all this. And yet, through the bonding, he couldn't quite discount Armand entirely, despite everything that had happened. Oh, there would be a power struggle between the powerful vampire and the alien boy, of that Armand was sure. In fact, he was really looking forward to it. A challenge... only he hoped Lestat never learned of this, or he would torment him endlessly.

But that was all for later. Max could wait. Actually, it would be better if he did, so that he could build up his blood stores once more. Completely apart from the fact that the planet wouldn't want him to kill the boy, he also had this completely irrational desire not to do so. He didn't understand it, but he was enslaved to this desire nevertheless.

For now, though, the lust for power was consuming him. As the Doctor drew closer, Armand smiled, looking far too innocent for what was about to happen. He stopped in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes, before he reached up and cradled the back of the other man's neck in his hand. The vampire drew the man's head down, tilted his head to the side, and allowed his lips to draw back from his teeth.

Quickly, like a snake striking, Armand had his fangs buried deep in the man's neck, and he let out a low groan as the blood started to fill him. Even the alien boys blood hadn't been like this. His other arm locked around the waist of the man, holding him against him, flashes of the Doctor's memories and emotions going through him in a sort of sharing that was more intimate than any sexual contact. He knew the same thing was happening to the Doctor, and he let his mind enter the other man's and encouraged this.

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