Jun 26, 2011 03:01
Edgar's charming company had raised Anise's spirits enough that not even the Head Doctor's voice could bring them back down. Besides, she was feeling pretty sure that Landel wasn't actually around. To begin with, it wouldn't make sense, and secondly, his announcements sounded suspiciously like ones she'd already heard before. While Anise wasn't
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sonia,
kirk,
carter,
japan,
bella,
scott pilgrim,
anise,
izaya,
claire littleton,
the doctor,
sora,
england,
prussia,
firo,
utena,
renamon,
claude,
guybrush,
ted logan,
elena gilbert,
edgeworth,
peter parker,
tolten,
kurogane,
dean winchester,
seishin,
grell,
byrne,
albedo,
guy,
stefan,
peter petrelli,
nigredo,
tear,
rose (tvd),
lightning,
damon,
rita,
ritsuka,
two-face,
rapunzel,
castiel,
erika,
edgar,
allelujah,
tifa,
the scarecrow,
mikado,
trickster,
chise,
ippo,
alaric,
okita,
meekins,
claire stanfield,
edward cullen,
battler,
zack,
mccoy,
wichita,
l,
harry lockhart
His eyebrow arched, but that was about as much of a reaction as Rick was going to get out of him. "Well, it's a dodgy question, Rick."
Need and want were one and the same to a vampire when it came to blood. He would always need more and he would always want more. There wasn't a straight answer here, especially not when he'd gone this long without. What was the teacher expecting, for him to whip out a measuring cup and mark a fill up to here line on it with a Sharpie?
"Your call," he replied. He meant it. "I can take care of the rest." What he needed to keep his thirst under control wasn't much; he'd spent enough time in the institute to understand that. So whatever Rick decided to offer would do, unless Rick decided to be stupid about it, which Damon doubted. Alaric was only stupid about his own life; less so about the lives of others. He could look for a full meal in Rick, but he wasn't interested. Because the moment he was, Rick was dead. No questions.
And while it was important to remember that he killed whoever he wanted, it was equally important to remember that he let live whoever he wanted, too.
He leaned forward further across the table, the air of someone granting a concession. "If it'll make you feel better, you can stay in your room. I can't get inside."
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Somehow, he was pretty sure this would have been a lot easier with any other vampire. Yeah, trapped in an a asylum full of monsters and bleeding people, et cetera, et cetera, vampires can't really help what they have to eat. And it wasn't like helping Damon was anything new to him - by this point in time, he was more than accustomed to the condescension and the assumption he'd help Damon whenever he asked. It's just what he did. Hell, half the time he didn't really even have a good excuse for why he did it. He just did.
Besides, he wasn't going to take his annoyance out on Damon. That - unbelievably - wasn't fair. Besides, he was being kind of... diplomatic. Alaric wasn't sure if it was a ruse or whatever, but he'd take what he could get. "Okay, thanks. I didn't really need your permission for that." Not that he was going to admit he planned on doing that exact thing. Look, hungry vampires, open wounds, he just wasn't comfortable mixing the two. Especially when the hungry vampire was Damon, who knew perfectly well he could kill Rick and still expect help the next day.
Disgruntled help, at least. Or - whatever.
Well, he knew he'd gotten those syringes for a reason. Now they would actually be helpful. He hadn't ever... drawn blood from himself, but he'd donated enough. (Irony. Gotta love it.) It couldn't be that hard. It was either the needle or he bled into a cup. He had some demands, after all. Damon's fangs coming nowhere near him was one of them.
"All right. I've got an idea, so just stick around outside my room tonight."
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