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Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-24 21:21:00

Entry tags:

ilya monroe, malakai chmelyk, rurik markov, timey wimey plot

Who: Malakai, Ilya, and Rurik
What: Effects of the Timey Wimey plot, vampire style
When/Where: Tonight, an abandoned house outside Rurik's shop, USA
Warnings: Graphic imagery, mun-coordinated violence, character death. Ish.

Malakai hesitated at the top of the stairs leading to the basement of the dilapidated house he had sensed Rurik in, trying to compose himself for the eventual scene. The smell of drugs and blood flooded his senses, and he had to focus, really focus just to hear the flighty heartbeat of the man downstairs. He couldn't feel the witch's magic in the air, which was perhaps the most unnerving thing, and he finally steeled himself enough to make the trip down the stairs.

He wasn't sure which was more upsetting; the sight of the man hanging from the ceiling, hooks straight through his shoulders, pale enough to already be dead, or the fact that he was momentairly relieved that the man was still in one piece. His steps toward the body were slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid his return was going to ruin the illusion, and scare the man's soul from his body. Once he was close enough, he reached up to undo the chains from the ceiling, taking him down with the hooks still intact. Removing them would cause him to lose the rest of his blood.

Malakai was startlingly gentle as he set Rurik on a nearby table, sitting upright to try and prevent as much bloodloss as possible. He moved forward to draw the man's head to his shoulder, shocked at how cold he felt. He was in shock, he realized, feeling the tremble in his hand as he brushed the man's hair from his face.

"What happened, lover? How did it come to this?" He rocked them gently, waiting for Ilya to arrive, or Rurik to rouse himself, unsure of just what else he could do.

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chicagosphoenix
2009-01-24 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Foot steps on the floor above headed toward the stair. He had come alone, unwilling to bring anyone else into the fire, so to speak. When a search of the house proper yielded no sign of his father, he knew the only way was down, and he had to steel himself for the journey to the basement floor.

The stench was nearly over powering, and he thought to burn the place just to eradicate it. Descending the steps with gun drawn, he stopped a few steps from the bottom, when he saw his father and the witch. It took a concentrated effort to sense Rurik's heart beat, the faint thrum of his blood pumping.

If Ilya ever questioned Rurik's strength, he knew now the witch had to be one of the strongest, to live in his present condition. It occurred to Ilya to ask Kai what he would have him do, but he remained silent, giving his father the opportunity to acknowledge him first.

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volos
2009-01-24 09:12 pm UTC (link)

The sound of the footsteps above him made Kai growl, clutching his witch to himself as he watched the man- his son- descend the steps. Had it been anyone else, he might have snapped, but there was still enough rationale in him to remind himself that he was invited. The contingency plan. He met Ilya's eyes with a brief, vacant look, before turning his attention back to Rurik.

As if remembering himself, he brought up one of his wrists, ripping the skin without so much as a flinch. He presed the wound to Rurik's lips, tilting his head back to make the liquid flow down his throat. It wasn't enough- it couldn't be enough- but he hoped it would at least be enough to wake him. To say goodbye.

His mouth opened as if to speak, but he was at a loss for words, a foreign tightness in his chest and throat he didn't even know to blame on his emotions.

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chicagosphoenix
2009-01-24 09:20 pm UTC (link)

Ilya looked back up the stairs. he felt like he was intruding on an insanely private moment. He didn't move, but to sit on the step where he stood. He bowed his head, gun in hand, at the ready, his face turned away to give his father a moment of privacy.

In Kai's arms, Rurik remained still, but for his head moving just slightly to draw the offering of blood more fully to his lips. Much of the blood smeared his face, his reflexes delayed and clumsy, not unlike a newborn babe who lacked the inherent knowledge and instinct to suckle.

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volos
2009-01-24 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Seeing the motion, Malakai pressed his wrist more insistently to the man's mouth, his other hand moving to the back of his neck to support his head in the right position.

"It's alright, lover. Just drink. You're going to be fine, yes? Drink, lover, please," His voice was trembling, incredibly soft, unsure if Rurik would be upset by the sound. He knew, without a doubt, he was the one that did this. He was the only one who could get close enough to the man, to string him up that way. The only one Rurik wouldn't kill first. He drew in a shuddering breath as he felt the bloodloss start to chill him, for once thankful for his reckless feeding from before- at least the women had died with purpose.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Rurik's hand had curled up, fingers latching on to Kai's arm to hold his wrist to Rurik's mouth. He hadn't moved otherwise, though his eyes blinked. He was far from strong, but the blood was filling him, replenishing the drained supply, and making his heart pump harder and faster.

After a moment he began to tremble, from the oncoming consciousness. His mind was fogged, clouded from days of endless torture and the ritualistic draining of his blood. He'd been given just enough nourishment to keep him alive, dangling from the fish hooks.

His other hand moved up to Kai's arm, trying to push him away, but lacking strength.

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volos
2009-01-24 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Kai made a sound depressingly close to a whimper when he felt the shove, face falling as he pressed even closer. "Shh, lover, please, no. I'm- I'm here, now. I can't- let me help you, first. Please, then you can do whatever you need to do. I just can't lose you like this, Rurik." The words were muttered quickly, softly, as his fingers gently caressed the back of the man's head, trying to convey however he could, that he was himself again. That he wouldn't hurt him, any more.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Ilya knew a few words of Russian, enough to understand the general meaning of his father's words, his tone in line with the pleading. He cringed, inwardly. He did not want to to watch his father's lover die in his arms, something was inherently wrong with that picture.

Still, his gaze was drawn to the scene, the two figures curled into one another in an embrace far more intimate than sexual. He felt his own heart skip a beat at the sight, at the knowledge of what was happening.

He knew, in that moment, his father was going to have to kill Rurik. It wasn't a matter of letting him die, and Ilya understood suddenly what was happening. Kai was giving Rurik temporary strength to bring him to consciousness so he could make a choice. The choice.

Ilya swallowed hard. He understood his role, and he knew he was the only one who cold do it. He merely sat and awaited his father's request that he go and find Rurik's first victim, if that were the witch's choice.

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volos
2009-01-24 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"Lover, I need you to listen to me. I need you, here, lover." He ducked his head to the side, trying to catch Rurik's hazed eyes with his own.

"You're... I can't heal you, Rurik. I can't.." His eyes clenched shut at that, a look of true remorse passing his features for the first time in a century, or more. "You're going to die, lover. You've lost too much." He took a deep, shuddering breath, pulling his hand away so he was sure to have his attention.

"You have always known it would be your choice, lover. You know better than any, the life I would give you, what you would become. I've taken everything else from you. I will not do that anymore. But you need to choose now, before the power of the blood subsides," It was more difficult than anything he'd ever done to hold Rurik's eye in that moment, but he made himself. It was the least he could do.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 10:25 pm UTC (link)

The blood Kai had given him had afforded him a haze of awareness. His entire body ached, his muscles sore from the suspended position he'd been held in, his head throbbed worst of all, feeling like it might simply blow out the top of his head. Holding Kai's gaze was as difficult for him, as it was for the vampire.

He wasn't sure he could speak, but he knew he had to try. His mouth was dry, even his teeth seemed to hurt. His eyes felt heavy, and wanted to close. he fought, fearing if he let them close, he might never open them.

He managed a nod, and though he formed the word 'yes', he heard no sound.

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volos
2009-01-24 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Malakai let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding, stroking Rurik's hair soothingly. "I love you, old friend. The pain will leave you, soon." He put his forehead to the witch's for a second, steeling himself for what he had to do.

It was a long moment before he leaned forward to kiss his lover's lips, then jaw, down to his neck. The kisses were light, reverent, and although he knew they hurt, he knew they were necessary, for the both of them. He was stopped short, for just a second, at the gash over his usual bite marks, but he knew it was the only place the pain would be bearable, for him to finish the task. With one last murmur of affection, his teeth sank into the skin carefully, letting the blood flow into his mouth.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Ilya really did not want to watch this, and yet he couldn't seem to turn away. it was rather like a train wreck, he was drawn to it, unable to pull his gaze away from the grisly wreckage.

Rurik gasped with a low, almost inaudible sound. His body trembled and curled against Kai. He lacked the strength to push Kai off him, as was his instinct, and instead he curled his legs up and held Kai closer.

This was his choice, though he feared what waited for him on the other side, when he opened his eyes for the first time. He would be all right, Kai would see him through it, and they would be together forever, now. He wasn't sure it was the right choice, but it was the only choice, less he damn others to the fate he had suffered the past week, only to die a horrible death. Instead he damned them to die by his new found need to feed.

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volos
2009-01-24 10:59 pm UTC (link)

He could feel the other's pulse slowing, the blood coming to his mouth more difficultly, as if hesitant to run out. And yet he continued to drink, eyes squeezed shut to focus on the blood, not on what he was doing. When he reached the brink, his hand dug into the man's waist, clinging to him as he pushed past, feeling the pulse fade and stop under his lips.

The noise Kai made when he pulled away was probably best classified as a sob, but it was likely safest for Ilya not to mention it. As sated as he was on the blood left in the man, Kai didn't even feel the bite that re-opened the wound on his arm, as he pressed his wrist to the man's lips once again. He waited anxiously for Rurik to take hold, addressing Ilya without turning his head.

"Go. You know what to do."

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Ilya was up the stairs and out the door of the ramshackle house before Rurik had taken hold. His body had, for all intents and purposes, died in Kai's arms. He'd been drained of his blood, the blood Kai had given him. The give and take of the exchange had not weakened the blood, but perhaps made it stronger, as it passes from vampire to witch and back again, and now back to the witch.

Still, Rurik was slow to react, a generous amount of the precious blood missing his mouth entirely before instinct kicked in and he began to drink, nursing as a child to a bottle.

All the while, Ilya hunted a pair of unsuspecting young hooligans, out late causing mischief, the humble beginnings of a career in bastardry. Really, then, Ilya was doing the city a favor ridding the streets of the two. He lured them to himself, posing as a homeless ruffian, ripe for rolling in the dark of night. When they came in close, unable to resist the temptation, Ilya bashed their heads together to knock them our, and heaved them each over a shoulder to carry back to his father and the witch like two sacks of potatoes.

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volos
2009-01-24 11:19 pm UTC (link)

Malakai's head lolled to the side with a groan as Rurik latched on, the feeling of his power seeping into the other physically draining on top of his emotional exhaustion. And, past that, Rurik had been destined to be a Gula. He wasn't sure which vein of the House he would be, but either way, he was worried for his lover, and his moods.

There was a long while, where Malakai just let his lover feed, just glad to feel him conscious again. Finally, when he heard the sound of movement upstairs, he pried his arm away, eyes meeting his lover's again.

"...Rurik?" Everyone was different, in the change. Some maintained their dispositions, some were upset, some enraged. He had no idea how his lover would react, what he could do to make things easier.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 11:24 pm UTC (link)

A darkness burned in Rurik's eyes, and in his veins. The spell effectively broken, he thrust his arms at Kai, throwing the man off him. It wasn't anger, but fear that had him scrambling away from Kai. He backed himself to the wall, suspicion glaring at the other in the room, and then the stairs leading up when he heard the door open at the top.

Darkened eyes flickered back to Kai. "Lover?" he breathed out, his voice low and rough, almost foreign to his own ears.

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volos
2009-01-24 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Frozen in place, he gave Rurik his space, not wanting to scare him further. "Yes, lover. It's done. God, I'm sorry. I.." He looked to his feet, a genuine sign of uncertainty meant to put Rurik at ease.

"I love you. Everything will be alright now. You're back, you're safe."

He heard the bodies thudding against the floor upstairs and felt himself swallow instinctively, knowing the sound of a meal when he heard one. Still, his first priority, as always, was Rurik.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Rurik shook his head. He knew what was happening, and his mind reeled with the truth of it. His eyes darted to the ceiling, where the hooks had hung, where he had hung. He had been unwilling to kill Malakai when he'd had the chance, had instead chosen to sacrifice himself to the monster's whims. He had experienced first hand what Kai was capable of, what he would soon be capable of and possibly driven to do.

He shivered, arms moving to rub his arms as Kai's half breed son struggled to bring the two victims down the stair, finally nudging one to let him roll down to the basement floor. Rurik's gaze dropped to the boy. He couldn't have been more than twenty, at best. He shivered again.

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volos
2009-01-24 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Slowly, Kai walked towards his lover, holding his hands out placatingly. "Rurik, lover. Please. I- you had said you wanted.." No, he wanted to be alive, still. He wanted to not have been betrayed by the one he trusted. Kai stopped, letting his hands drop, turning to address Ilya as he came down the stairs.

"Leave us," It was a growl, redirected frustration. A second's pause, and a deep breath later, and he tried again. "Thank you. But I need... a moment with him." His eyes were full of pain and regret, but he couldn't give into that yet. He had to feed Rurik, to get him stable, before he could worry about himself.

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spellseeker
2009-01-24 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Ilya let the second body tumble into the first, allowing him to retreat up the stairs without further comment. He settled against the wall across the room from the stairs, keeping vigil, in case he were needed.

Rurik looked from the fallen bodies to Kai and shook his head. "No. This is wrong, lover. I won't do it." His voice was husky, he likely hadn't spoken for days, while he was held captive.

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volos
2009-01-25 12:00 am UTC (link)

Kai sighed at Rurik's words, looking to the ground, then back to the bodies, before back to his lover's face.

"It is wrong. And if I had some way to take it all back, I would. But it is done, lover. You have changed. They are dead, that choice was mine, not yours. All you can decide now, is if you wish to go through with things and survive, or waste away and have their death be meaningless." It was obvious his first instinct was to descend on the bodies, but he had to ensure Rurik would eat. Make sure he would endure.

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	spellseeker 2009-01-25 12:09 am UTC (link)
	"Don't you put their deaths on me," Rurik responded. He shook his head, and seemed to try to press himself into the wall. He was confused, more than anything. It was entirely possible feeding would help clear his head, but he was reluctant to take that step, and become that monster. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	volos 2009-01-25 12:14 am UTC (link)
	With a sigh, Malakai gathered the first body to him, moving it in front of Rurik and drawing his knife. With a precision that came from an obvious familiarity, he severed the artery in the boy's neck, holding him up by the hair, in front of his lover. "Please. Be as mad as you like. But you need to eat." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

spellseeker
2009-01-25 12:23 am UTC (link)

Rurik shook his head, determined he was not going to give in. He'd rather die, than become a monster. And yet, he felt himself moving toward the boy, taking him to his chest, an arm around his waist. The boy moaned softly, and his head lolled to the side, exposing more of his neck, the call of the blood too much for Rurik to resist.

He made a sound in his throat as he bit down, teeth sinking into the boy's flesh, lips latching on to draw the blood to his mouth. It was bitter, not smooth and familiar like the blood Kai offered him. He didn't like it as well, but once he'd started, he couldn't stop, didn't stop until the boy in his arms ceased to breathe,m and the blood turned thick and sickening, and Rurik threw the body to the ground at his feet.

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volos
2009-01-25 12:29 am UTC (link)

The vampire- other vampire- busied himself with doing his own feeding, taking the other boy to himself and killing him clinically, not thinking about it, knowing better than to think about anything but keeping himself alive.

Once he was done, he set the boy aside, licking and wiping his lips to get rid of the rest of the blood. He stood a small distance away, watching Rurik feed, still unsure of how to best help him.

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spellseeker
2009-01-25 12:35 am UTC (link)

After discarding the body, Rurik dropped to his knees, over taken by a frenzy, hands tugging at the boy's clothes, hands thrust into pockets, as if looking for something. After a moment, he shoved the body away harshly, and dropped back onto his ass on the cold basement concrete floor, a small brown prescription pill bottle in his hand, the beginning of his personal collection.

His darkened eyes flashed on Kai. For a long moment he simply looked at the other, unable to coordinate his thoughts and his mouth to speak. After a moment, he stood and slipped the bottle into his pocket. He gave a short nod. "Thank you." The words were English, which may or mahy not have greater meaning.