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Clint is not Legolas ([info]imnotlegolas) wrote in [info]zfuturelogs,
@ 2012-11-03 01:34:00

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Entry tags:clint barton, natasha romanoff, rebekah mikaelson

Who: Clint, Natasha, then later Rebekah
What: Flashback of Clint being turned
Where: Abandoned buildings on a supply run gone wrong
Status: Clint/Nat portion complete; In progress
Rating: High. ZOMG THE FEELS

Since coming to Everett several years ago and making “friends” with Rebekah, Clint had done all he could to stay off of the Original’s radar while making sure he helped out the survivors. Especially after she had found the hut he had lived in and took all of his guns. At least the bow had been left behind with the arrows. He knew he should have left but Natasha had been there and like hell was he leaving her again.

Currently though, Clint was more focused on the matter at hand that included fending off a horde of zombies on a supply run for the prison. Firing off a few shots that felled some zombies, he glanced over at his partner and lover down below. “Having fun Tasha?” he smirked, knowing she could hear due to the earpiece.

Pulling an arrow free he shot a zombie in the head and the shrapnel fired off from the arrowhead and struck several more zombies. “We might want to think about relocating too,” he said, glancing around on the walkway he was perched on. “And soon. They sound hungry.”

“Always,” she murmured absently, the answering grin clear in her voice even as she loaded a fresh clip and began to take out the zombies closest to her, angling her shots so that they would go through one zombie to another behind it on several shots.

“How many more are there?” The Russian asked her partner even as she turned and began to shimmy up the side of the building across from Clint to give herself higher ground to shoot from.

He smirked a little at hearing the smile in her voice. “I’m rather grateful I’m no longer on the muzzle end of your guns,” he returned. As Natasha climbed Clint covered her to ensure none of the zombies followed after her. Pulling out another arrow he fired off another shot.

“I’d probably say about twenty to twenty five tops.” He ran along the walkway for a new firing angle. “Think you can keep up with me Spyder?”

“Small group, then,” she answered, drawing her gun again and turning to shoot at a few of the undead down below. Glancing across the alley at him, one eyebrow arched slightly, and she smiled again. God, she loved him.

“Like you’d be a challenge, Hawk?” Smirking, she began to move along the roof of the building she was in, scouting ahead for a new path for them to take. Considering the amount of zombies they’d come across, they could possibly hit the opposite side of town and get out before more showed up.

He grinned and began climbing up the fire escape. Arriving on the roof he looked around. At the moment it was clear and he began scouting along the edge of the roof. “So, find a way out of this yet?” he asked, jogging back to get her back in his line of sight. He frowned when he heard a creak as he stepped back on the fire escape.

“Shi-” he began when the rusted fire escape collapsed and sent him plummeting to the ground.

“Yeah, I think if we head West - “ Natasha started to reply, glancing away for a second, then looked back when she heard the curse. Her eyes widened as she watched her lover plunge towards the horde below, and she immediately leapt off the roof she was on and onto the fire escape of her own building. “Clint!”

The landing had dazed him. Hearing some grunts and moans he forced his eyes open and tugged the pistol out of his holster. He fired off a few shots, some going wide given he was a bit out of it but he dropped the zombies that were closest to him. He got up and fell back against the wall of the building and looked down at a piece of rebar sticking out of his side.

“Oh fuck...” he mumbled, sliding down against the wall.

Natasha’s heart pounded in her chest, and she fired with one hand, taking out the zombies as much as can even as she moved down the fire escape. When she finally managed to clear a path for herself, she darted across the street to Clint’s side.

“You have to stand, Clint,” she said as she reached out a hand to him, the other still shooting zombies. There were less than half a dozen left. Surely they could get out of this alive?

He looked up at Natasha. “Y-yeah...” He managed to get to his feet. The right side of his jacket down to the top of his pants looked darker and wet. He stared down at the bar in his side and he glanced at Natasha. “W-we need to get to cover...”

Natasha nodded and shifted to slide an arm around him to hold him up. “We have to move quickly.” Her heart had nearly stopped when she’d seen him fall, and she didn’t like seeing how much blood he was losing. She had to get him somewhere safe so that she could patch him up.

“Let’s go.”

Leaning a bit on her to stay upright, Clint hobbled along with her, his pistol in his other hand so he could help with the shooting of the zombies that approached. He glanced around and spotted a small building with boarded up windows. “Th-there,” he said, pointing.

Natasha nodded and started in that direction while trusting Clint to watch her back. She shot when needed, clearing a path towards the building. Once there she tried the door and was relieved to find it unlocked, moving in quickly with Clint and shutting and locking the door behind them. Once they were inside, she leaned her lover against the wall, then began checking to make sure they were safe for the moment.

Clint sank down against the wall, clutching his injured side. Focusing was becoming harder and the wet spot was going down to his knee. “Tash...remind me to complain to the mayor about the building codes...” he joked, his voice weaker sounding that he would have liked. He shut his eyes and focused on his breathing.

“I’ll do that.” She finished securing the building quickly, then returned to him. From a pocket, she drew a green glow stick and cracked it,then set it to one side as she dropped to her knees and drew out a med kit. Reaching out, Natasha started to draw down his pants so she could tend to his wound. “Stay with me, Clint....please?” She murmured it faintly, betraying her worry.

He couldn’t help the whimper of pain that gurgled from his throat as she peeled the pants down from the wound in his side, the rebar still poking out through his weapon’s vest. “A-always...” he mumbled. “So...how bad is it?” he asked after a few moments.

“Flesh wound, barely even a scratch,” she replied, though she could tell it was bad. Prepping a bandage quickly, she looked up, meeting his eyes. “On three,” she murmured. “One....” Before she even got to two, she was gripping the rebar and yanking it out, then pressed the bandage hard against his wound, which was almost instantly soaked through. It honestly wasn’t looking good.

He should have known she’d do that. When she yanked the rebar out he screamed in pain, almost blacking out from the pain. Sheer will had him hanging on to consciousness and he weakly looked up at Natasha. “O...ow....” he mumbled, some blood dripping from his mouth.

Natasha worked quickly to press another, thicker bandage to the wound, deliberately blinking tears away before she looked up and met his eyes. Reaching out, her eyes widened in concern while her hand brushed the blood away from his mouth. “You’re going to get through this, Clint. We both will. Don’t you dare leave me.” Dropping her eyes quickly, she started to maneuver him to lay down so that she could try to field stitch it if possible.

He reached out with his one hand and gripped one of her wrists, stilling her from pushing him down. “Tasha...I’d only slow...you down...” He looked down at his side before looking back to her. “And we both....know I’d never make it in time to the prison.” He reached up with his other hand and cupped her face, forgetting it was covered in blood. “You have...to go on.”

She was already shaking her head as he spoke, tears entering her eyes when she met his gaze. “No. No, Clint. That’s not happening. I can stitch you up here so you can get back to the prison and...and they’ll take care of you. There are good doctors there, and....” Her voice trailed off at the look in his eyes and the hand he held trembled once, violently, then stilled.

“I can’t leave you, Clint. Don’t make me do that.”

Clint shook his head. “You have to. I’ve lost too much blood and we’re too far.” He let her wrist go and cupped her face with his other hand. “You have to leave my body here Tasha. My wound, the blood...the zombies are probably already making their way here. I can distract them so you can get out safe.” Pulling his hands back he painfully tugged out a few blocks of C-4. “Once they’re all here for the ball, we’ll have a blast.”

He was doing his best to be strong and confident but in truth he was afraid. He didn’t want to die and leave Natasha alone but the moment he had saw the rebar in his side he knew he was at his end.

She shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks as she leaned in and pressed her lips hard against his, then drew back. “Clint...” Natasha knew, logically, that he was right, and that this was the best plan, but, well, she wanted to say screw it. They hadn’t come all this way, gone through so much - Budapest, Loki, the fucking zombie apocalypse - for him to go out like this.

“...I love you. Please, let me try?” Her hands gripped his wrists this time, ignoring the fact that they were covered in his blood. “Please.”

He knew it was useless but it was Natasha. The only person he had ever defied orders for. He returned her kiss just as hard as he could before laying back against the wall. “Alright...” He looked at her, his eyes glazed a bit in pain. “And I love you too Spyder,” he murmured.

“Please don’t leave me, Hawk,” she whispered. Once he lay back, her hands got to work quickly to try and close up his wound, but there was too much blood and she could tell that some organ, somewhere, had been punctured. After a few minutes, a sob of failure escaped and her hands fell uselessly to his leg as she bowed her head. There was no way she’d have time or skill to save him, and she hated that fact.

He reached out and tilted her head up, staring at her. “It’s okay Natasha. I’ll be okay. But you need to get out of here now.” While she had worked he had heard more distinct zombie-esque sounds from outside and knew that the feeble blockades in place wouldn’t hold the zombies back for long.

Clint forced himself to sit up in spite of the pain and he gave her one last kiss, pouring all of his feelings and passion for her into it. After too short a time it felt like he pulled back and stared at her, his eyes glazed in pain and their color dulled a little. “I love you Natasha Romanoff.”

“Liar,” she murmured, then met his eyes sadly. When he leaned in, she returned the kiss just as deeply, saying so much more than she could with words. After he drew back, she stared at him sadly, then cupped his face and rested her forehead against his. “I love you, Clint Barton. I know we never...we didn’t get the chance. But I’ve always been yours. And always will be.” She kissed him one last time, then slowly stood even as she felt her heart break.

He returned her kiss and kept hold of her hand before he tugged out a worn leather cord with a dingy empty .50 calibur bullet on it. He pressed it into her hand and stared into her eyes. “Live Nat. And kick these fucking zombies’ asses.” He settled back against the wall and looked down, tears falling from his steel blue eyes as he worked on getting the C-4 connected and ready to go for when she was at a safe distance. “You’ll get five minutes Nat. Get clear of the blast zone,” he said, his voice thick.

She took the cord and tightened her hand around it, then slowly slipped it around her neck and tucked the bullet against her heart. She didn’t want to promise that she would, because she didn’t honestly want to live now. But she’d try, and so she just gave a slow nod. “I love you,” she whispered one last time, then squeezed her eyes shut and turned, letting out a shaky breath. Finally, she began to move towards the opposite end of the building, making her way towards the exit. She hated this, and had no idea whether or not she’d make it out alive herself.

As she moved away Clint lifted his head and watched her go. “Goodbye моя любовь,” he murmured. He looked down at the bundle of explosives in his hand and waited, wanting to be sure she got to a minimum safe distance. When he was confident she had, he hit the timer button for seven minutes, having changed the time and set the C-4 down next to him before he reloaded his pistol.

[my love]



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[info]animosity
2012-11-03 08:02 pm UTC (link)
Zombies were no matter to Rebekah. She could walk among them and it was as if she didn't even exist. They just walked around her, desperate in their search for human flesh. They were a nuisance but a nuisance that had little effect on Rebekah save for her sense of smell. Even a reanimated corpse had the tendency to rot.

She'd had a row with Nik again. After spending thousands of years being taken for granted by her big brother she thought she ought to be used to it. But she had realized that she would never get used to it. It would always eat at her and yet she would always go back to him. He was her brother, her only family. She had always been the loyal one while Elijah and Kol were off having their fun.

Overhearing the conversation between Natasha and Clint had been easy. Rebekah's senses were keen, perhaps the keenest on earth save for Nik's. She wasn't certain but she was sure by the smell and the sounds that Clint was dying. Her little pet, finally getting his wish. She realized in that moment that she didn't like it. That some part of her had always expected to be the one to kill him and only when she had decided it was time for him to time. This was not her decision, it was nothing but a careless accident helped along by some hungry zombies. It wasn't befitting a man of Clint's caliber. And his goodbye to Natasha had touched her heart in an unexpected way.

She began to quickly take out the zombies that had filled up the doorway. She zipped around at speeds far too fast for the human eye to follow as she snapped neck after neck after neck. Even Clint's bow couldn't compete with that kind of efficiency.

"There are still more coming," she explained as she came to a stop in front of Clint. "So what's it going to be? Blow yourself up or I carry you to safety? Time's ticking, love."

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-03 08:09 pm UTC (link)
The last thing on Earth Clint had been expecting was Rebekah to happen along. Not only that, but offer to save him. His skin had turned paler than it should be and there was a growing puddle of blood on the floor. "D-doesn't matter...d-dead anyway Barbie..." he managed.

He lifted the gun in his hand and fired off a round behind Rebekah, centimeters from her head and it struck a zombie behind her. His arm fell and he looked up at her.

"Why d'you care 'bout me? Thought you wanted to see me dead." His face was growing ashen and darkness was creeping up on his vision.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-03 08:13 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, don't be such a pessimist. It's just a bit of blood. We both know I could save you." It wasn't too late. Rebekah could force feed him her blood and stop him from bleeding to death. His wounds would heal and he would feel an intense buzz until her blood had left his system. He would heal, be stronger, return to his love. But not if he was going to blow them up.

"But if you prefer to blow yourself up I can find something else to do," she said. Her eyes were glued to his. Rebekah had very few weaknesses. She did not want to find out if she would heal from being blown to pieces. She could only imagine how horrific that healing process would be. Which was why she was poised, her muscles tense and taut and ready to run if need be. She could run pretty damn fast.

"What's it going to be? Live to fight another day or death. The more you bleed out the less your chances of survival are going to be."

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-03 08:17 pm UTC (link)
He managed a laugh before he started coughing up some blood. "Y-yeah...bit of blood and a punctured organ. Totally survivable." He looked up at her. "Wha d'you mean you could save me?" He couldn't help the bit of hope that was in his voice. If he could be healed... He could keep his promise to Natasha.

"What would ya want in return though?" he demanded. He had learned and suspected that nothing was free with Rebekah. No doubt she'd want something from him. Time was running out though and he glanced down at the timer. Four minutes thirty seconds.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-03 08:23 pm UTC (link)
"Your loyalty," she said. It was a small price for such a thing. "I give you my blood and your wounds heal." She was interrupted with a loud banging at the door. She turned her head, pale hair in her eyes as she watched the zombies shove up against the door so hard that the door came down and they streamed into the building.

"Time's up. Don't blow me up or I'm going to be very cross," she warned him. Again, moving too fast for him to follow, she had him scooped up in her arms and was moving away from the zombies. The explosive had thankfully been left behind and she and Clint nearly escaped being blown to bits as Rebekah raced across rooftops until they reached the woods. She ran for a few more minutes before stopping in a clearing.

She knew the run had taken its toll on Clint. He looked pale as she set him down. "Drink my blood," she commanded him. "There's no more time." She ripped the skin of her wrist open with her fangs before shoving it towards Clint. She wasn't certain that he would heal now. They had wasted too much time, she shouldn't have even offered, should have just done it. Because now she wasn't certain if he would heal from his injuries or if it was too late and he would die with her blood in his system.

She sighed and leaned back, his head on her lap as he drank from her wrist. She used her other hand to smooth his hair back. "That's right," she said softly.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-03 08:30 pm UTC (link)
Before he could refuse her blood (like hell he was going to be loyal to a vampire and cold hearted murderer even if they had sort of developed a bit of respect towards each other), the zombies had invaded the building and she had dragged him off. He blacked out during the run as it jostled his wound. When she set him down he weakly looked up at her.

"Like h-" he started but she shoved her wrist against his mouth and her blood started trickling down his throat. He tried to resist the taste and intoxication of the blood but it was too strong. He drank deeply before he felt too weak to hold his head up and it lolled back, his eyes starting to mist over slowly.

"Bitch..." he mumbled before he fell limp.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-05 07:44 pm UTC (link)
She rolled her eyes at him. Just like Clint, she comes to his rescue and he still bad mouths her. She was half tempted to roll him right off of the hill they were perched on. The fall wouldn't kill him, not with her blood in his symptom. The early morning rays of sun surely would as she could hear his heart slowing down to nothing.

Clint Barton as the world knew him, was dead. She hadn't been quick enough to heal his wounds. Perhaps if she hadn't given him a choice, if she had just done what needed to be done instead of waiting for his consent he would still be alive but it was too late for that. She had already made herself a progeny, whether she wanted one or not. At least he would be a useful one, if he cooperated.

She stood at the ledge debating her decision. He clearly wanted to die, as his nickname so aptly implied. And yet there was some part of her that wasn't ready for him to die. Maybe Nik was right and she was too soft hearted. She couldn't rescue every kitten in the shelter. But she could rescue this one and easily defend the decision to her brother. He was a sniper and a soldier, he could prove useful.

Leaning down she slung him over her shoulders in a fireman's carry and began walking back to the projects where Clint Barton would begin his new life.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-05 07:50 pm UTC (link)
The last thing he had known was blackness taking him away. After who knew how long he suddenly bolted upright, sucking in a breath and looking wildly around. As his mind calmed down he looked down at the gaping wound that should have been on his side but there was nothing. Just blood staining his clothes.

"What the fuck?" he murmured. He was dead...wasn't he? He remembered the rebar in his side, saying goodbye to Natasha...

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[info]animosity
2012-11-05 08:17 pm UTC (link)
While Clint slept in one of the flats close to Rebekah's, she had gone out in search of food. If he was going to survive, he was going to need to eat and he would need to eat within twelve hours or die. She would leave that decision up to him but she knew the instincts of a turning vampire were hard to ignore.

That was why when Clint woke up, there was a struggling redhead tied up to a chair nearby. Rebekah's already had a bit of a taste just to get the smell of blood in the air. But she had left the majority of the girl to Clint.

"The fuck is you're dead," she said, not mincing her words. She didn't see a reason to. "No doubt you're already noticing your enhanced senses. My blood was in your system when you died." He may or may not remember that part. Death could be traumatic for a human and they didn't always recall the details until later. Rebekah knew, because she had been human once a very long time ago.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-05 08:36 pm UTC (link)
Clint's head turned and he spotted Rebekah. Memories of her forcing her blood on him surfaced and he glared at her when he caught the tang of something...intoxicating in the air. His eyes were drawn to the red head and he stared at her, absently licking his lips. She smelled good and he wanted her.

He forced himself to look away from her and he stared at Rebekah. "I thought your blood was suppose to save my life," he said, trying to ignore the scent of blood on the air but his eyes kept drifting to the girl, the desire for her clear in his eyes.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-05 08:46 pm UTC (link)
"We waited too long," she said, her blue eyes staring a hard line into him unflinchingly. "If we'd been quicker maybe I could have saved you. I suppose we'll just have to settle for things the way they are, now won't we?"

She walked a bit further into the room, silently noting the way his eyes lingered on the helpless girl who struggled against the ropes holding her in place. She knew knew he liked redheads which was why she had picked him special for him though she doubted he would appreciate her hospitality.

"You died with my blood in your system. So you have a choice. You can leave right now, I won't even stand in your way and you can die out there in the woods the way you wanted to. Or you can drink and live forever. The choice is yours but I have to tell you, she's delicious."

Rebekah licked her lips as the redhead increased her struggles and tried to scream from behind the gag the vampire had shoved into her mouth.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-05 08:55 pm UTC (link)
Clint gave her an annoyed look but when she told him about the choice he faced now, he stared at the red head. He could die as she said, out there alone. No doubt if he tried to go to Natasha she'd put a bullet in his head. But if he drank (and oh how he wanted to taste the girl's blood) he could find a way to approach Natasha safely and show her he was alive and fine. Not only that, he could play spy against Rebekah for those in the prison. He'd just have to limit who he told his intel to.

He stared at the girl as he debated with himself before he rose to his feet and slowly walked to the girl, unintentionally licking his lips, his eyes on the wound on her neck from Rebekah. He looked into the girl's eyes, his own a mix of self disgust given what he was about to do and hunger. "I'm sorry..." he whispered.

He leaned in and pressed his lips over the wound on her neck and began drinking. His arms wrapped around the girl as he drank. Several minutes later he fell back and winced as he felt fangs descending from his gums and everything suddenly became sharper and clearer. He looked up at Rebekah, his eyes dark and veiny with his fangs descended, blood still on his lips from the girl.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-05 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Clint was a master of self control. It wasn't very often that new vampires could stop themselves from killing someone when drinking from the vein and yet he had. She wondered if he would still exhibit that kind of self control tomorrow. If he didn't, she would teach him. With so few humans in the world it wouldn't do to go killing them all off.

Rebekah untied the girl and grabbed her by the back of her neck, forcing her to meet her eyes. "You're not afraid," she said, her pupils enlarging and going back to normal size as she stared into the redhead's pretty eyes. "Nothing happened here. You simply wandered into the woods and got lost. Now go home and stay there."

She let the redhead go, listening to the sound of the door slamming shut behind her. Then she turned her attention back to Clint who's eyes had changed in accordance with what was standard for the vampires like Rebekah.

"Still hungry?" she asked, standing over Clint.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-05 09:43 pm UTC (link)
It was only by being a Marine and an agent of SHIELD that he had that level of self control. He watched as Rebekah let the girl go after compelling her. He rose to his feet as the older vampire turned to him and he stared at her. From what he had learned since arriving in Everett his life was essentially tied to Rebekah's now. If she was killed he would die.

At her question of still being hungry, he swallowed. "I am..." he confessed, glancing down in slight embarrassment before looking up at her. "Is that normal?" Whether he liked it or not, he needed to learn all he could from Rebekah about being what he was now. The better prepared he was and all.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-05 09:49 pm UTC (link)
"Yes," she said. "New vampires are usually insatiable with little to no self control. A nuisance mostly but you're going to be different." And so it was in that moment that Rebekah decided that she would no longer abide petulant impulsive children. Vampires, even newly turned vampires would learn how to behave or she would stake them and try again. She was going to build an empire and it was going to start here, today.

Her lover Alec was already the beginning and Clint was a stepping stone in that direction. He was useful, he was cunning and sharp and he was a soldier. Rebekah needed soldiers if she was going to take down that pesky prison and turn all of the humans inside into slaves, walking bloodbags and nothing more.

They had shown her no mercy and in return, she would crush them.

"There's a bathroom in the back. Clean yourself up and then we're going hunting." With that she turned and left him alone in the room and walked outside to breathe in the fresh night air.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-05 09:55 pm UTC (link)
He nodded some and went to the bathroom. He stripped off the torn and bloodied weapons vest and the shirt and cleaned the blood off of his skin off. Rinsing the blood off of his shirt, he wrung it out and slipped out of the bathroom once he was cleaned up (he still needed new clothes but had a feeling that would come in later after the hunt). He followed Rebekah's scent without thinking and moved over to her, his shirt still in hand.

It was a bit surprising to be unaffected by the cool night air but he ignored it before he began tugging his shirt back on. "I'm ready Rebekah," he said.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 06:28 pm UTC (link)
"I can see that," she said, her eyes sliding across his body. Why was it that she had never before stopped to admire how handsome he was? Perhaps she had in the beginning but had stopped due to their antagonistic relationship. If he had been stronger it might have turned her on. But now he was plenty strong.

"It seems you've already mastered the art of not killing when you feed. The trick is to listen to their heartbeat," she explained as they walked away from the projects and into the woods. "Once it begins to slow you need to stop feeding or risk killing your victim." Once upon a time Rebekah hadn't cared much who she killed but that was when people were practically walking happy meals. These days the human population was too thin to go about killing too many of them.

"You'll need to learn how to compel them too. It's rather simple, just make eye contact and believe what you're saying to them. They'll believe it too. You'll feel it and know."

Her plan was to bring him to the prison, wait for one of the unsuspecting raiders to leave and grab them.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 06:37 pm UTC (link)
Clint noticed her eyeing him and knew that if he was going to play the part of loyal minion, he might have to lay with her if she chose it. It wasn't something he was overly keen about, but he was a master spy and assassin. He had done it before though now he figured he didn't have to worry about being safe or anything.

At her words of not killing when feeding, he shrugged. "I won't lie, I wanted to take all of that girl's blood. But if I'd've done that it's one less human in the world." He nodded though at her words of listening to the heart and stopping when it slowed. "Sounds simple but something tells me it's easier said than done to stop."

Hearing about compulsion he nodded some, studying her. "Is there anything that can prevent that compelling thing?"

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 06:48 pm UTC (link)
"For you, yes. Any human with vervain on them or in their system will not allow you to compel them. As for me, I can compel anyone, including vampires. So be a good boy and don't make me compel you." Her blood red lips curled into a smirk. She would compel his loyalty if need be but she didn't think she needed to yet.

Rebekah had a keen way of knowing when someone was lying to her. Her brother had once called it positively supernatural. She didn't trust Clint already but she would know if he was lying to her. Luckily, she had no interest in boffing anyone who wasn't Alec. That didn't mean she couldn't admire a pretty man when one was in front of her.

"You have speed and strength beyond your imagining now. If you want to experiment, feel free," she said in a bit of a bored tone. New vampires took some getting used to and she understood the need to explore their own physical prowess.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 06:56 pm UTC (link)
He nodded and decided to get a hold of some vervain for himself to take against Rebekah. Chances were if it would keep him from compelling humans it could work against Rebekah too. That was his hope at least and worst case, he tried it and it failed.

"I don't intend to give you a reason to compel me." Which really was the truth. He met her eyes when he said it, relaxed and at ease. He knew Rebekah trusted him probably as much as she could live without blood. He needed to make her build up trust in him. And that meant having to do questionable things no doubt.

As she mentioned his new speed and strength he glanced at her before he tried it. He ran forward and did a wide circle around Rebekah before he decided on something risky and potentially stupid. Using the speed he slammed into Rebekah and stared at her. "Why did you force your blood on me?" he asked. There was no ungrateful tone in his voice, merely curiosity.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 07:01 pm UTC (link)
She was expecting the force of the impact. It was how vampires interacted with one another. Or at least it was how new vampires interacted and to Rebekah anyone younger than five hundred or so was a new vampire. She allowed him to pin her and she smirked slowly at him before just as quickly pushing him against the tree and holding him there.

"Because I could," she said. "Because you needed it. Because you weren't done yet. Maybe I just like you. Do you wish I hadn't?" she asked him curiously. Her grip on him was tight but not so tight that he couldn't move. She knew that he needed this, needed to stretch his new legs and see what he was capable of.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 07:08 pm UTC (link)
He grunted some as she pushed him against the tree and held him there. He listened to her before he tried to shove her off of him. "No. I...I'm glad you did," he said, his voice sincere. He looked at her, his face serious. "You heard me saying goodbye to Natasha, didn't you?" While it was a question it was more a statement than anything. If the senses he had now were any indication he had no doubt Rebekah had heard him and Natasha speaking.

"It's just...confusing of why you saved my ass given we never really got along. It's just...confusing I guess." He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 07:15 pm UTC (link)
She didn't bother responding to his question about Natasha. Her face said it all and he knew that she had heard them. Niklaus had always accused his sister of having too tender a heart. Rebekah didn't see it that way. But just because she was a vampire didn't mean she couldn't love. She understood love very well and had experienced it several times over the centuries. But she had never found one to keep, one to hold onto forever. Not until Alec.

But if anyone were stupid enough to harm Alec, it would be the very last thing that they ever did. Because Rebekah would rip the flesh from their faces and force feed it to them.

So yes, Rebekah had overheard and she understood the intensity of desire, of love.

"It's not that difficult to understand. I need soldier and you need more time. You scratch my back and I scratch yours."

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 07:28 pm UTC (link)
A fool could tell by her face that she had heard. And something told the archer that that had been a very big contributing factor to her changing him. He took a step back from Rebekah and nodded some. When she spoke of needing a soldier and scratching backs, he glanced up at her.

"So long as you don't turn me into some mind slave, you got a soldier." He looked her in the eye. "I've had someone pick and play in my brain before and I'm not letting that happen again. So if you can agree to that, I'll follow you. You did save my ass and allowed me to have some more time with Natasha." Once he could figure out how to tell her he was still breathing and "alive" in a sense and not a zombie.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 08:04 pm UTC (link)
Rebekah's eyes went back to their stony blue. So long as Clint remained loyal she would never have a need to compel him. Perhaps she would stake him instead if he began to deviate. It was difficult to tell and the ancient vampire did have quite the temper.

"Your emotions are running high right now," she said to him instead. "You'll see that anything you felt as a human will be heightened now that you're a vampire. You may want to stay away from Natasha for a bit, unless you fancy the idea of turning her too."

Rebekah wouldn't have minded having a second soldier around but she had no great desire to bring Natasha into the fold unless Clint wished for it. She would not stop him either, only ask him to consider his moves before he made them. Young vampires were so very often naive and impulsive.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 08:11 pm UTC (link)
Clint nodded some. The desire to burst into the prison and seek out Natasha was high and he was barely keeping himself from rushing off to do just that. "It's hard not thinking about her," he confessed, looking at Rebekah. "But I don't want to turn her. So I guess I avoid her while I get better control of the new me."

He glanced over at the older blond. "So...where are we going to hunt?"

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[info]animosity
2012-11-06 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"The prison," Rebekah said. "They send raiders out all of the time. Let's hope today's raiders are human." The prison with its shoddy security. Rebekah was certain she could reach right in and snatch them all up, kill them all anytime she wanted. So why wait? Patience was a force of habit at her age.

Besides she had to teach her disciples the art of snatch and snack somehow and it wasn't as if there a supply of humans anywhere else. It was only a matter of time before some idiot left the safety of the prison.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-06 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Clint looked at Rebekah, a bit torn. He knew most of the people in the prison given the times he had been there and come and gone. But perhaps this was a chance for him to learn how to compel successfully.

"Alright," he said. He quelled the uneasiness he felt about the situation and let a slow breath out, putting his mission face on. "So it's a grab, feed, and let go scenario, right?" he asked, glancing at Rebekah. "I just want to make sure I'm knowing what's expected of me."

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[info]animosity
2012-11-07 05:57 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, you need to learn how to successfully eat without killing and compel your victim into submission and then to forget the incident entirely," she said. "Humans are too low in numbers to be killing them. We feed and then we make them forget."

The two of them walked to the prison despite Rebekah's offer to let him explore his powers. He was a soldier and the calm deadly patience he exhibited reminded her of Alec. Be all you can be and all that. It was too bad Clint wasn't a genetically engineered soldier but Rebekah was certain she would have a harder time controlling him if he was. Alec was impossibly strong and deadly beyond imagining.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-07 07:14 pm UTC (link)
Clint nodded at her words. "Makes sense," he agreed. He was still curious about his powers and wanted to explore them but that could come later. Right now he was doing his best to focus on the task at hand and to not let the thought of blood send him rushing to the prison full speed.

Calm dead patience was a requirement of snipers. And Clint was one of the best. Besides, when you were patient and observed, you noticed things. It was how he had noticed the Tesseract wasn't just an energy source but a doorway to space. He didn't understand either why Fury had been surprised at his words about the tampering either days before the Manhattan Incident. Doors very often opened from both sides.

Pushing the memories away, he glanced over at Rebekah. "So is my nickname still Deathwish for you?" he asked.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-13 08:35 pm UTC (link)
"No. Now you're "Wish Granted"," she said with a faint smirk in his direction. He was after all technically dead just not by her hand. No, she'd had plenty of times to kill him over the years and had never done so. The zombies had really been the ones to get him, or perhaps he'd done it to himself. There was no point in speculating.

Rebekah stood on the edge of the forest with Clint beside her as they both kept razor sharp eyes out for anyone leaving the safety of the prison fence. If nobody came out soon they could always sneak inside for a bite but that was always risky especially with a new vampire.

It wasn't long at all when someone approached the gate. They weren't vampire, but a young man with brown hair. She looked over, met Clint's eyes and nodded. She wouldn't intervene unless things began to spiral out of control. She had to see if Clint had the self control to feed this way.

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-13 09:00 pm UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes at the new nickname and focused his gaze back on the prison. It was a constant temptation to not burst in there and seek out Natasha. Especially given there were other vampires like him in there that could help him. But he knew if he did that, Rebekah would kill him.

His ears caught movement and he swiveled his head to the source of the sound. He glanced at Rebekah and when she clearly gave him the nod of approval he slipped foward and easily got behind the young man. After that it was a fairly simple matter of grabbing his mouth and biting into his neck, keeping the sounds of alarm the boy made down. Remembering Rebekah's words of listening to his heart, he pulled off before it began slowing too much and shifted around to look at the man.

He looked straight into the man's eyes. "You're going to forget running into me or that I fed from you. You fell while going on your raid and got a nasty cut on your neck." Hearing the man repeat his words, Clint glanced back to Rebekah, wondering if he had done the compulsion thing right.

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[info]animosity
2012-11-14 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Rebekah shrugged as Clint let the man go and he stumbled off into the woods. "You catch on quickly although you might have just turned him into a zombie food. A bit of your blood can heal the wounds on his neck. Just make sure you don't give too much or else if they die out there, they may come back."

And the food supply was already limited at best. That was the only reason Rebekah wasn't sitting back and watching her new progeny take the city apart. It would have been something back in the day, to watch him bathe in blood. But those days were over and the time to conserve was now.

"How do you feel it went?" she asked him curiously taking a few swaggering steps towards him. "How do you feel? All that power coursing through your body. It's unlike anything else in this world."

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[info]imnotlegolas
2012-11-14 08:28 pm UTC (link)
He nodded at her words. "So my blood can heal now," he said, filing the information away. He glanced off in the direction the man had gone before turning his attention back to Rebekah. "I'll be more careful next time," he promised. When she asked how he thought it went he paused for a moment to organize his thoughts.

Honesty was the best policy in some instances, right? He looked at her. "I feel like I'm unstoppable. I know it's not true, you could kick my ass six ways to Sunday but..." He grinned a bit. "Yeah, unstoppable."

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