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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
2008-10-16 11:22 am UTC (link)
Armand was about to wordlessly smack the alien boy away, but then Kibeth and the Doctor stepped in. Just as well, in Max's weakened state, that might not have gone very well for the boy, and he truly didn't want him hurt. What he did want, though, was the power he'd lacked for so long in his life, and the Doctor was the way to do it. So he let the three others leave without protest.

As his teeth broke the skin and the warm rush of blood filled his mouth, it really did feel like nothing else. Similar in ways to what had happened with Max, and yet slightly different. But again, he could feel the holds of the bond taking him over, and it was almost enough to make him pull away. Almost. Still, the power was undeniable, and soon it was too late for the vampire to even consider anything like that.

Stop hiding things from me... the words carried the weight of a compulsion as the boyish vampire's slender form pressed against the Doctor, locked there by his arm around his waist and of course, his teeth in his neck. Let me see it all... Of course, his own life and undeath would be clear in the Doctor's mind as well, everything from his first sexual experience to walking in the sun and being burned nearly to death, but he prefered not to think of that.

Sliding deep into the Doctor's mind, he used all his powers of persuasion and compulsion to encourage the sexual pleasure, the sense of satisfaction that he knew the Doctor felt deep down about the bonding. He could sense it, but the man kept stubbornly pushing it away. Armand couldn't have that, so he willfully brought it up again to the surface, using all his skill honed over the centuries to bring his victim as much pleasure as he himself was feeling.

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