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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-28 15:55:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, lestat de lioncourt, lord vaako, richard riddick, yvaine

Who: Vaako, Yvaine, Lestat, Edward, Riddick (Posting order?)
Where: Art Gallery
When: Afternoon
What: Come on and rescue me! /Aretha Franklin
Rating: R to NC-17 for sexuality and violence
Status: Complete

The man who had once been the First Commander of the most powerful and devastating army in the history of his universe, Lord Cylus Vaako, was barely holding onto consciousness. He could barely hold his own body up, even propped up as he was against the wall. He had a very dim view of his surroundings, but found that he was barely able to keep his eyelids open. His head hurt. That was odd enough in and of itself, given what he was. Necromongers barely feel pain.

He'd never felt anything like this, actually. Or not in so many years that he could barely remember what pain felt like. But then, in all the years that he'd been a Necromonger, he'd never allowed himself to go this long without the Purification. It was wearing off, that must be why he was feeling this. Damn it. It really wasn't all that convienant. Why now? He could have done without the splitting headache.

Of course, blood loss could have been a major part of it, too. The vampire Lestat had most definately not been keeping his hands to himself, nor his teeth. That was a good part of the weakness that the Necromonger felt, he was certain. Each and every time Lestat came to him, Vaako was convinced that somehow, this time, he was going to fend him off. And, predictibly, each and every time he failed, the vampire took what he wanted, and left him weaker than before.

Even worse, really, than the horribly intimacy of the vampire's touch, was the fact that he couldn't stop him from doing that, or taking any number of liberties with his body. There was a girl here, too, somewhere. He hadn't been able to talk to her. He didn't know what condition she was in. He couldn't, in fact, concentrate on very much at all. Really, it was all he could do to hold on to the semi-consciousness state he was in.

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fallen_star
2008-09-29 09:32 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine loathed this place. In all her nights, all of her millions of years of life, she had never wished for this kind of adventure. She wanted adventures where she traveled around, meeting new people, hearing their stories, having fun. Pain wasn’t part of that equation. It seemed to be part of the one she was living, though.

Had she passed out at one point? She didn’t know for certain, but she was fairly sure she must have. She knew only that she was very tired. Yvaine felt weaker than she had ever felt while her leg was broken. No matter how many times she jabbed her elbows into that loathsome cur, he hadn’t released her. She had kicked and hit and screamed to no know avail. Any attempt to free herself had been futile. The only thing she had accomplished was tearing the sleeve of dress right at the shoulder so the sleeve drooped lower around her right arm than the left.

Then she’d felt something pierce her flesh where his lips touched her throat. She could be certain what had happened, but she knew it hurt the more she struggled, so she’d tried to keep herself still to ease the pain. Then she began feeling light headed, dizzy, and weak. What was happening to her? Nothing like this ever happened to stars in the sky. A star’s life was supposed to peaceful and happy. This life was agonizing and infuriating and frightening. She wished she’d never fallen from the sky.

Yvaine’s head ached slightly and her throat was sore where he’d pierced her flesh. She was so tired, but she could go to sleep again. She wouldn’t allow herself to faint any more. She had to stay alert. What if there was a way to escape her bonds and she missed it because her eyes were closed. Besides, if that damnable creature returned, she had to fight him. She couldn’t just allow him to do as he pleased to her without at least trying to stop him. A shiver wound its way up her spine when she thought that he may have already done something to her while she’d been unconscious. Tears filled her eyes. She wanted to go home, but home wasn’t anywhere near here. It wasn’t even above her now that she was on a different planet.

The evening star remembered having seen someone else who had been unconscious when Lestat had brought her into the art gallery. Her glow brightened slightly, though it remained dimmer than it had ever been in her life. Where was he? She couldn’t remember. Her memory was too foggy. She knew her strength was gaining little by little, though. Stars were a little more durable than humans when it came to blood loss.

“Hello?” Yvaine found herself whispering after a quick look around to see that the verminous kidnapper was nowhere in her sights. She wanted to get the attention of the other. That other person had looked larger than a female, but some women were quite large, so she wasn’t going to assign a gender and hurt someone’s feelings. Her gaze continued to move around the gallery, and she thought she spied a foot, but it looked like it belonged to one who was not standing, so she took a risk and assumed it was the other. “Are you awake?” Despite her fear and upset, her soft, whispered voice was remarkably steady. If she was to get out of here, she probably could not do so alone. She needed another’s aid. This person would likely want to leave as well.

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