NIGHT 54: M31-M40 Hallway

[sanguinario]

[From here.]In a detached way, Edward could recognize how lucky he was to have met Stefan at the time he did. Now with Venom gone, he had no one he trusted outside of Bella and no source of blood. Stefan was a lot more like Edward than Venom had ever been - beyond the most obvious ways, too - but he didn't have the time. They hadn't been trying to

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M31

[swornandbroken]

Mello rolled his eyes, listening to the announcement. No matter who it came from, this 'you brought it on yourselves' bullshit was really getting old.

The sling was getting old, too, and Mello's arm felt maneuverable, if a bit stiff and sore, so he ditched the thing. He swiftly changed into his leather, half in the closet, pulled on the coat, boots, and gloves. Little had happened to contradict his earlier assessment that the military goons would rely on brute force to keep the prisoners in line, and that was fine by him.

You know it's only a matter of time before they get access to less straightforward methods of control. Might have them already, judging from the intercom.For once, the bugs gave him pause, though he didn't hesitate in his preparations. The gun went in his back waistband, and he put Lamperouge's journal, the tin of mints, the batteries, and the radio in the pillowcase. The pipe would only be extra weight, and the flashlight would do just as well for a weapon. He considered a moment, and added the drugs and lighter

M35

[forgot_it_all]

Ritsuka was pretty sure he recognized his new roommate this time. The guy was sleeping, so it was hard to tell, but there was something definitely very familiar about him. The way the covers were pulled up, obscuring his face, however, was a clear indicator that he didn't want to be bothered. Ritsuka didn't mind, but he did worry that this new guy wouldn't last long if he was already sleeping so soon.

After finishing his dinner and cutting the tail hole into his clothes, Ritsuka gathered up his backpack (the repaired strap a grim reminder that he needed to be more careful) and his flashlight. He almost took his camera, but he remembered that the batteries were already dying in it and he didn't want to carry something that could be lost during the night. Instead, he ripped out a sheet of paper, wrote a note and left it on his roommate's desk in case the guy woke up. He hoped he was right and the guy wasn't new, but he didn't want to take the risk

Re: M35

[forgot_it_all]

[Skipping one hall to here]

M39

[broodings]

[timeskipping to after Castiel has left because Hannah is a monster]

He'd told Edward he would wait for him. This was made easier by Castiel's usual brusque departure - the moment he was gone, Stefan bolted from his chair and closed the door again, lest he become tempted to run off on his own and do something about the burning emptiness in his stomach and throat. But he'd made a promise to Elena... and to Edward too. If he could suffer through this entire day without doing something impetuous, then he could suffer through another ten minutes.

Although... he supposed goading a soldier into drugging him hadn't exactly been cautious either. By now, hardly any trace of this morning's sedation remained, leaving Stefan alone with the full force of his hunger. He paced the room a few times, which took up twelve seconds of his ten minutes, then switched his flimsy slippers for the sneakers in his closet (one minute), then attempted to write a journal entry to organize his thoughts (one minute, forty seconds

[sanguinario]

In retrospect, it was very good luck that Edward had placed the bag on the ground before knocking on Stefan's door. He should have, of course, already been mentally preparing himself for the blood lust that was going to be swirling through the others brain once the door separating them had been removed. The morning had been bad enough; it had only been a few hours since the food fight and the tear gas, but Stefan's - well, he called it hunger - would inevitably be worse.

He had no idea how much worse.

Preparation wouldn't have been enough for the combination of Stefan's hunger and thoughts of Bella. Even if Edward was already reasonably comfortable with the other vampire, any mention of Bella in another male's mind was often more than enough than it took to get his hackles raised. Another vampire? Even worse. Over a year of nearly ever vampire that had ever been in the vicinity to Bella eventually trying to kill her had given Edward a Pavlovian response that immediately put him on the defensive

[broodings]

Stefan had expected- okay, he hadn't had time to expect much of anything, considering the suddenness of his thoughts and the bloodlust threatening to consume his mind, but given the choice, he would've at least found a more tactful time to mention that he'd met Bella. If he'd had that, he could've prepared himself for Edward's expected reaction... not that it would've done much good, as Stefan doubted that "suddenly clutching at his head in pain" would have shown up on the list.

"Edward!" He stepped forward automatically in case the sudden pain brought Edward down, but stopped just short of touching him, not sure if that would only make things worse. "What's happening?" Was it his fault, or something else? Project 2911, the intercom had said. A silent panic rose in him. If another trick of this place disabled Edward tonight... or worse... If he had to, he could still hunt by himself, but Stefan couldn't imagine abandoning Edward, not after everything today.

On the other hand, if he started really panicking now, the firestorm

[sanguinario]

"It's just a headache." He tried not to laugh. There was just something funny about the situation, about a vampire with genuine concern for him - either that, or he was just losing his mind. Both seemed probable.Two weeks. Two weeks to get his trust, and Edward didn't even know if Venom had really trusted him after his outburst. If he was to believe the small note in the man's journal, the answer was no. What did he have to show for all that time now? At least breaking through Venom's cold exterior once or twice had been an achievement. All that was left were the burn scars and the knife scar

[poorexample]

As much as Stefan had been able to provide him with important and interesting information, his roommate also managed to keep the most pertinent facts to himself. Castiel had tried to get an answer out of him, but the young man had refused to talk about his condition. He didn't understand why someone would not accept offered help, but maybe Stefan didn't trust him. That was something Castiel could comprehend, at least, as he'd been on the receiving end of distrust quite a lot recently

M40 - ((mild spoilers))

[bloodtrophy]

Tonight's the night. Astor and Cody are back with their grandparents, Harrison's with Sonya after I convinced her that I needed a little 'me time'. Which isn't a lie. But how many people relax by doing this? Stalking and hunting their prey so that by the end of the night they'll have them in neat, black bags to be carried away in the ocean's current?

Dexter smiled to himself in the dark as he watched the road, waiting for his target's car to appear., It might not be the most normal method of unwinding, but it already had an effect. His mind felt clearer than it had in days, his sense sharp, focussed. His Dark Passenger calm and waiting. Soon...

There. His victim's car. Dexter waited as it pulled to a stop outside, watched as the shadowy figure walked up the drive, shoes crunching on gravel, and towards the door. And Dexter, waiting just inside with a syringe of M99 in hand. The key scraped in the lock and Dexter tensed, readying himself as the door slowly opened. He needed to move quickly, silently, now--He jerked and opened his