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
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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