NIGHTSHIFT 27: F11-F20 HALLWAY
Ami stepped out into the dark hall. It looked like no one was out of their rooms yet. Heart fluttering slightly, Ami closed her eyes to allow them to adjust to the dark hall.
A few minutes later she opened them, able to make out the long corridor and various doors. She began walking quickly and quietly down the corridor.
A few minutes later she opened them, able to make out the long corridor and various doors. She began walking quickly and quietly down the corridor.
Still, fear was like an amplifier for the mix of unstable memories and emotions lingering within him - the fear of death, of being hurt, of watching others being hurt, of being unable to do anything in the face of pain -
It didn't make things any easier, but Aidou was determined. And if he screwed up and let the girl see his face now, it meant too much additional trouble.
He kept her head as still as much as he could, and gently, gently, gently pressed his fangs into her skin, puncturing far enough down to reach the blood flow beyond. Unnecessary pain would stir her up even more. Reduce injury, that was it.
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Still though, she wasn't going to just sit around and let him take whatever he wanted when he felt like it. At least he could let her know who he was.
Claire let herself go completely limp, her flashlight falling from her hands as her legs fell out from under her, pretending the shock and lack of oxygen (he was still holding onto her rather tightly) had caused her to faint. She needed a little slip, anything she could take advantage of. Claire hoped he fell for it.
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She was faking.
Or maybe she wasn't, but her heartbeat was still as loud and panicked as ever. Maybe he was smothering her, that could be it. It was easy enough to loosen his grip slightly, though still wary. She was, after all, a good deal shorter than he was, and was in a poor position to try and lash out and strike at him. Not that it would make any difference. His fangs were still locked in the flesh of her neck.
The sound of the flashlight hitting the ground was needless noise, but not exceedingly loud. He kicked it aside, sending it spinning under the bed. There. No possible light for her to see by; it would've been better if she'd held on to it, no doubt.
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He hadn't loosened her enough to take advantage, and now her flashlight was kicked away somewhere. However, his hand moved from her mouth to the front of the throat, making it easier to breathe.
Suddenly, she heard the uncomfortable sounds of metal screeching and groaning within the walls, and a sense of dread went through her.
"What is that?" she asked, mainly to herself, since she doubted her stalker would answer her.
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He pulled away, licking at the mess automatically, more or less feeling a rising sense of disquiet at the blood and the sound straining pipes. Not that he had a problem with blood, but the thought that it was suddenly free-flowing through the plumbing wasn't a pleasant one. Gross. And weird.
A little scary if he wanted to think about how unhygienic that was.
"What is that?" he blurted out at the exact same time as Claire, their voices overlapping almost perfectly.
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Right now, though, it seemed a bad idea to stay in the position she was in if this place was going all to hell. Tugging on his sleeve, she asked, "Mind letting me go now?"
She had to get to TK soon and make sure he was okay.
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If she was smart, she would keep the sound of his voice in mind, and match it with his face - but he could only hope her lack of concern was a variation of idiocy. Cheerleaders weren't known for their academic integrity, either. That was what he had to rely on, unless he wanted to kill her.
Kill her, huh? Pricking his lip with the tip of a fang, his hands tightened around her. Kaname-sama would understand...
That argument didn't seem to want to hold up under more careful scrutiny.
Turning her around to face the room, he answered her question with a hard shove, just as he had before. Half a second to step out that door unseen was all he needed. With the building providing a new set of festivities, not even a perfect opportunity to feed would make him stay in one area for long. It was a little like running away, but not from the things happening within the walls, more like the blatantly human uncertainty and dismay surfacing within him.
That, and he just kind of wanted to smack his palm to his face in peace for having spoken out loud.
[Aidou's no longer inside F17, and is lurking somewhere in the hallway. LIKE A NINJA VAMPIRE]
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Fighting the urge to let out a string of curses, she felt around the floor of the room until her hands came into contact with her flashlight.
Grabbing it, she made her way out the door.
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It was the thought circling in Aidou's mind when he idly watched her go from across the hall, eye color having cooled from bloodglow, and returned to its softer, normal blue. Just the intention, half-formed as it was, brought up the irrational and clawing sorrow - a human murdering a human and watching, useless, dreaming eternally, and barely aware - and then the more familiar hum of deep-seated unease, at wondering why his Kaname would outright murder one of his own class, and drink from her dying body -
Once she was out of earshot, Aidou let out a harsh sigh, and pressed his hands to his face. Stop it, get out, just stop bothering me, sometimes I just don't want to - He would've thought he would have no issue with murder, but he just wasn't sure... he just wasn't sure he would be any more happy after he'd done the deed, especially when he thought of that child Aoyagi Ritsuka, but he'd be lying if he said his control wasn't walking a thin line lately...
Maybe it would be fine, if he left it. Let Claire live. She might not be perceptive enough to connect the dots, and even if she did, there was always a fallacy in logic, right?
Sure.
The young vampire had an inkling about the bathrooms - what would probably be oozing out of the faucets, etc. But the vampire had no tangible desire to investigate, contrary to popular opinion when it came to vampires and their unquenchable desire for blood. Like a human, once he'd appeased his hunger for the time being, there was really no point in hanging around in the kitchen. Aidou slipped out of the hall, more quickly then when he'd come.
[out to here]
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622 almost managed to keep from breaking into a run when he finally saw Claire. Almost. Even with what little detail he could see by the light from the glowrod, things didn't look good.
He slowed as he got close, worry plain to see on his face. "What happened?" Fierfek. He really hoped it wasn't as bad as it looked. Idiot. Should have worked out a more secure arrangement for the RV points!
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She reached up and touched her neck, inspecting the specks of blood that came off on her fingers. "It was a patient, I think. I didn't see his face, he just grabbed me from behind."
She shook her head dismally. "He ran off before you got here. I think all the noise scared him off." That, or he was finished taking what he wanted...
The uncomfortable sound of the pipes twisting within the walls was still clear in her ear, and there was the disturbing smell of blood, all around the building. That fact that it was so thick in the air disturbed her more than anything.
"I wonder what's happening," she murmured. Were the other patients okay? Was it their blood she was smelling?
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He was glad TK had found her. He was starting to worry himself.
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Enough of that. "It seemed like there was a hell of a lot of blood coming from the 'freshers." He hadn't heard anything that would indicate a fight going on inside, but if there was that much blood around already, any fight would have been over already...
And he was still worried about the blood on Claire. It didn't look like it had come from any sort of wound he was used to seeing on people's necks. Whoever it was that attacked her might have just botched the job and ran, but with that kind of element of surprise, it seemed unlikely. "Are you going to be alright?" She looked relatively alright from what he could tell, but he wasn't the medic here.
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She wiped what was left of the blood on her neck away, suddenly realizing that the wound was barely there anymore. How was she going to explain this?
Hoping it was dark enough that they wouldn't notice, Claire let TK's words sink in. By 'freshers', she assumed he must have meant showers. "I wonder if everyone else is okay..." she said.
Something had been bothering her since night started, though. "It might just be a trap, but do you think we should head to the kitchen, like the Head Doctor mentioned? He said something about 'answers'..."
Even if it was a lie, maybe there would be something of interest. Or maybe others had fallen into whatever trap he set and needed help.
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He smiled at Claire. "I will follow you both where ever it is that you choose to go," he said with a smile. "But perhaps people might need help if we head in that direction?"
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"The kitchen is a possibility. Others will have probably made attempts to reach it by now, so threats might have been removed or more clearly marked by now." Either whatever-might-be-there was a bloody mess by now, or it was surrounded by a bloody mess. Whichever was the case, it would be a lot harder to miss...
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