John Mitchell (being_mitchell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-06 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john mitchell, magius |
Who: Mitchell and Magius
What: Magius makes a house call
When: Backdated: Tuesday, October 29th. Evening
Where: Mavis' House
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of blood and NPC death
Status: Complete
Magius had been doing home visits for a long time, and even with the OCs oddness, he was prepared. Checking out of the clinic, he packed his bag, both medical and magical, and headed out. He was worried by the man’s worry, and so he hoped he could help him. Experience with the crazy turns that the OC took told him sometimes he could, and sometimes he could not. But his faith in his medicine and in his gods of magic was strong, and he strode through a door in the clinic, and out a door at the abandoned house next to the plot where Alex and Lorna, and thus, Mavis, lived.
A few minutes later, he was knocking on the door, the fall of night having happened very shortly before.
When Mitchell had first come to Mavis’ house on Friday night, he hadn’t intended on staying as long as he had and hoped that he wasn’t overstaying his welcome and that Annie was okay. Of course he knew that Annie was safe, but he also knew that it couldn’t be easy for her, him being at another woman’s house even if that other woman had a boyfriend and was only helping him with the whole vampire thing. He knew that eventually he’d be able to abstain from blood and this wouldn’t be necessary, but right now he was a new vampire and didn’t have the same resolve that Mitchell in the dreams had. Well most of the time anyway. His dream self had certainly fallen off the wagon quite a few times, if the dream that had caused his complete turn was any indication.
He’d been drinking small amounts of Mavis’ blood over the last few days and while it helped to take the edge off, it wasn’t the same as drinking human blood. It wasn’t the same as the woman he’d drained before he’d made it to Mavis’, but it was something for now. Something that was better than nothing and he was grateful to Mavis for agreeing to try and help him.
Hearing the knock at the door, he assumed it was Dr. Magius cause he didn’t think that Mavis was expecting anyone, but he didn’t want to let just anything into her house, “Who is it?” He asked as he approached the door.
He strummed the staff and it spoke in a copy of his voice, taking his will and making it manifest. “It’s Doctor Magius. Mister Mitchell?” The voice was soft, but it carried as he stood before the door, leaning on his staff. It was a six foot tall staff of darkened wood, and iron bands bound it at top and bottom. Above the top bands was a claw of a scaled nature that seemed to glow from within, bronze in color, clutching a clear ball of gleaming and clear crystal. He wore jeans and a button down shirt, with a windbreaker over them, and tennis shoes on his feet.
Around his neck was slung a medallion, which was inside his tunic at the moment. It was the holy symbol of Paladine, his patron god, and gleamed. Around his waist was a belt that held a number of pouches containing various ingredients.
In his other hand was a medicine bag, bulging at the seams.
He showed his age, but he also showed muscles and good health, and his own doctors spoke of another forty years or more of life. Tonight, he was prepared to help this man find himself and his own health.
Hearing the voice on the other side of the door, Mitchell had no idea that it was put on with magic nor did he expect the man’s appearance when he opened the door. He’d known that Magius wasn’t just a regular doctor, which was one reason he’d decided to talk to the man. But he definitely didn’t expect what greeted him, “Just Mitchell is fine,” He said as he moved aside to let the man in. If it weren’t for the fact that Mavis knew Dr. Magius, he wouldn’t be inviting him into her house.
Magius moved into the house and then put his staff aside and it stood where he left it, as he looked at the man. He nodded and reached out to touch the staff just so. “Greetings Mitchell. It is good to meet a friend of Mavis’s.” The voice once more came from the staff, but was warm and gentle.
This night was just full of things that Mitchell wasn’t expected. From the looks of it, the doctor had been hit by whatever was making some people lose their voices in the OC. He was glad that hadn’t happened to him; Mitchell was dealing with enough, he didn’t need to lose his ability to talk as well, “It’s nice to meet you too.” Magius was the first person aside from Mavis that Mitchell had been around in a few days so he stood back a little, the sound of the man’s heart beat loud in his ears. He might have drank enough to Mavis’ blood to take the edge off, but he didn’t want to risk hurting the man that was there to try and help him.
“Thank you.” He gestured toward the sofa.”Please, be comfortable.” Once Mitchell did as he wished, Magius nodded and begun. “What can you tell em about your condition?” He wanted to help the other man and needed information to do that.
Deciding that this would go better if Mitchell tried to put the weirdness behind him, not that that was going to be easy, Mitchell did as Magius instructed and took a seat on the sofa, “I don’t know if you’d call it a condition exactly, but since Friday night, I’ve been a vampire. Dreamt about killing about twenty people on a train and woke up completely changed.” Ever since his eyes had begun to turn black on occasion and became sensitive to the sun, Mitchell had known it was coming, but he certainly hadn’t been ready for it.
Magius nodded, listening. He touched the staff and it spoke with his voice again, gentle but firm. “And how bad is the urge to drink blood? I assume you do have such an urge?” He pondered for a moment. “What sort of blood do you need?”
The fact that the doctor’s voice was coming from the staff was still strange, but Mitchell tried to pay as little attention as possible to the staff and more to the man in front of him, “It was all I could think of when I woke up. Somehow I managed to stay away from the girlfriend’s room, she lives with me, and left the house and came here instead.” Mitchell paused for a moment, “I killed someone on the way here though.” He still felt guilty about it and had seen an article about it in the paper, but he could hardly say that he’d done it. “As for blood, it needs to be alive. Bagged does nothing for my kind.” He recalled the conversation with Lauren in the dreams as well as what had happened when he brought her some bagged blood like she’d insisted, “I’ve been drinking Mavis’, but it only just takes the edge off. In my dreams, I’m able to abstain from drinking blood, but I’m almost a hundred in my dreams and have more self control.”
One did what one must. Magius adapted to the times to work things out for his people. “Sometimes, when the changes happen to us, bad things happen.” He paused, then went on, carefully talking. “Feel bad about it, but don’t let it guilt you too much. The powers that inflict this on us are to blame.” He nodded.
“Could you drink it if it came from someone magically? Does it have to be drawn by you from someone?” Magius had an idea growing now, and he hmmed in his head as he searched his mind for an old spell.
Mitchell ran a hand through his curly black hair as he thought back to the dreams then shook his head, “It’s always been straight from the vein. My problem is, pretty much everyone I’ve bitten in the dreams, I can’t stop myself. I’ve killed everyone I’ve ever bitten.” Mavis was different though because she wasn’t a typical vampire and was strong enough to stop him if he tried taking more than he needed. “And normally blood from other vampires doesn’t sustain us, but Mavis isn’t the same kind of vampire from my dreams.”
“If I created fresh blood, right now, would you close your eyes and try it? And tell me if it works for you as a stop gap measure, at least?” He wanted to help, and to help the man , he needed to know what would and wouldn’t work.
“I could try it.” Mitchell didn’t know whether or not it would work, but he knew the man in front of him could do magic so if he could simulate blood as it was when it was still flowing through the vein then it was worth a shot. As Mitchell got stronger he’d attempt to abstain like in the dreams, but he couldn’t get that way if he didn’t have adequate blood to drink now.
Magius nodded and took out a silver cup, and placed it on a side table near Mitchell, then cast the spell. Suddenly there was real, hot, rich blood in the cup, steaming as if from being inside a real human being.
“Try it, please.”
Mitchell watched the man, unsure if this was actually going to work, but as soon as the cup filled with blood, the scent filled Mitchell’s nostrils and despite having drank Mavis’ blood earlier one whiff of that blood and he felt ravenous. Picking up the cup, Mitchell downed it without hesitation.
“Well? Is it acceptable? Take your time to think about it. I want to furnish you with something that will hold you over until Dreams or your own will give you control.” He did not want to only half do the job.
As Mitchell lowered the cup, his eyes were black as pitch and his fangs were visible for a moment or two before he pulled himself together. When he blinked, his eyes returned to normal and he looked across at the doctor, “I think it’ll do.” Mitchell wasn’t an expert on blood, but it tasted more or less like the woman he’d accidentally killed the night he’d turned.
“Then I can keep you supplied with this cup, until you are able to gain more control.” He would hope that the man could do so, or find another way to live. Otherwise, sooner or later, there would have to be other ways of dealing with it.
Mitchell didn’t know how it was possible that the other man could do this, but he certainly wasn’t about to complain, “Thank you.” Mitchell hoped that with more dreams, he’d gain more control, but until then if this was what he had to do to prevent himself from hurting anyone then he’d do it.