Be careful what you wish for. [Closed/Incomplete]
Characters: Armand (eternally17), Louis (errersansbut), Lestat (party_like_a)
When: [BACKDATED] 11-11-11, after nightfall
Where: Southeast Quarter, more abandoned area near the wastelands.
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Armand gets fooled with what looks like a tasty treat, only to find that it is a terrible trap, and needs the help of his dear friends.
Armand could sense a twisted mind, so shredded by insanity that it no longer held any of it's previous memories or relations. It thought of impossible things, it's imagination, judging by how it kept confusing them. It was once a man, but it wasn't even aware of that now. It just wanted to hurt, to kill, that was how it survived, and Armand guessed that it was the fault of this place that it couldn't think of anything more anymore.
He had decided to not attack humans after talking to that man named Vincent. The one who seemed to know everyone. He had the impression that the man would not be pleased to find the few humans here dropping like flies, and it was quickly obvious that Lestat must have had something like that keeping him from hunting the humans here, since it seemed like there would be some trouble if he was. With this few people, at the very least they could be pushed into the wastes, or even tortured. Louie wouldn't survive the sun, surely, even if he and Lestat could. And that was more important. He would not get Louis in trouble for his feeding habits when Louis did not share them.
But this was a different matter. This man could no longer even be called human, but his blood- surely that was just as human as ever. It didn't even cross Armand's mind that the timing of this gift was too perfectly set along with the traps. How had this raving mind survived them? No, Armand was too excited to think of that until after he sunk his fangs into the man's throat, ignoring his furious attempts to get Armand off. Armand had his arms around his neck like a lover, and like a lover, he fell with the man to the floor gently as the man lost the strength to stand. Armand pulled away just at that final heartbeat, still unaware that anything was amiss.
There was an odd metallic taste in his mouth, but at first he dismissed it and used his blood to hide the trace of his bite. He wasn't more than a few blocks to the wall, and he was sure that some of the things that liked to stay along there would not mind a body to feat on, it would save him the trouble of worrying that someone might find it. He threw the corpse over his shoulder and sped that way, though he didn't get very far.
Suddenly his stomach cramped, as if he was going through the change between living and undead once again. He rolled away the dead man, blood sweat forming on his skin from the sudden pain. His eyes widened in terror as he looked to the dead man laying next to him and he realized, it was a trap. Of course it was. It had been too perfect. How had he not seen it? It wasn't just madness that the man had been convulsing from. He realized as the pain took over he was panting as his body responded as if it was alive still and struggling to stay that way. He managed to push himself onto his hands and knees, but could not rise any farther. He began to wretch, and after some effort a small amount of the blood he just drank was expelled from his body.
He reached for his PCD, but the device no longer made any sense to him. He hit buttons to no avail, but even as he did this his instinct caused him to call out on that mental connection that vampires seemed to share as much as he called specifically to Louis and Lestat. He was sure his thoughts were jumbled, as they barely made sense to him, but he was reaching desperately for help. Could a vampire even be poisoned? Could he have managed to live through the light of the sun directly on his body, only to be brought down by a poison? He was no longer sure that he had any desire for death, not knowing that somewhere out there Sybelle could still be playing the Apassionata.
When: [BACKDATED] 11-11-11, after nightfall
Where: Southeast Quarter, more abandoned area near the wastelands.
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Armand gets fooled with what looks like a tasty treat, only to find that it is a terrible trap, and needs the help of his dear friends.
Armand could sense a twisted mind, so shredded by insanity that it no longer held any of it's previous memories or relations. It thought of impossible things, it's imagination, judging by how it kept confusing them. It was once a man, but it wasn't even aware of that now. It just wanted to hurt, to kill, that was how it survived, and Armand guessed that it was the fault of this place that it couldn't think of anything more anymore.
He had decided to not attack humans after talking to that man named Vincent. The one who seemed to know everyone. He had the impression that the man would not be pleased to find the few humans here dropping like flies, and it was quickly obvious that Lestat must have had something like that keeping him from hunting the humans here, since it seemed like there would be some trouble if he was. With this few people, at the very least they could be pushed into the wastes, or even tortured. Louie wouldn't survive the sun, surely, even if he and Lestat could. And that was more important. He would not get Louis in trouble for his feeding habits when Louis did not share them.
But this was a different matter. This man could no longer even be called human, but his blood- surely that was just as human as ever. It didn't even cross Armand's mind that the timing of this gift was too perfectly set along with the traps. How had this raving mind survived them? No, Armand was too excited to think of that until after he sunk his fangs into the man's throat, ignoring his furious attempts to get Armand off. Armand had his arms around his neck like a lover, and like a lover, he fell with the man to the floor gently as the man lost the strength to stand. Armand pulled away just at that final heartbeat, still unaware that anything was amiss.
There was an odd metallic taste in his mouth, but at first he dismissed it and used his blood to hide the trace of his bite. He wasn't more than a few blocks to the wall, and he was sure that some of the things that liked to stay along there would not mind a body to feat on, it would save him the trouble of worrying that someone might find it. He threw the corpse over his shoulder and sped that way, though he didn't get very far.
Suddenly his stomach cramped, as if he was going through the change between living and undead once again. He rolled away the dead man, blood sweat forming on his skin from the sudden pain. His eyes widened in terror as he looked to the dead man laying next to him and he realized, it was a trap. Of course it was. It had been too perfect. How had he not seen it? It wasn't just madness that the man had been convulsing from. He realized as the pain took over he was panting as his body responded as if it was alive still and struggling to stay that way. He managed to push himself onto his hands and knees, but could not rise any farther. He began to wretch, and after some effort a small amount of the blood he just drank was expelled from his body.
He reached for his PCD, but the device no longer made any sense to him. He hit buttons to no avail, but even as he did this his instinct caused him to call out on that mental connection that vampires seemed to share as much as he called specifically to Louis and Lestat. He was sure his thoughts were jumbled, as they barely made sense to him, but he was reaching desperately for help. Could a vampire even be poisoned? Could he have managed to live through the light of the sun directly on his body, only to be brought down by a poison? He was no longer sure that he had any desire for death, not knowing that somewhere out there Sybelle could still be playing the Apassionata.