Night 43: F31-F40 Hallway

[sheisthecause]

Meche was up and ready to go as soon as the door clicked open--the sooner she got there, the sooner they could start. She double-checked the map one more time, said goodbye to Donna and headed out, feeling better about that prospect than she ever had before. Her heels clicked reassuringly as she hurried down the hall, sounding fast and confident.

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Inside F31

[blood_and_pocky]

Aidou had done this enough times to know it by habit--a new way of getting his blood that he wished he didn't have to rely on. Using his supernatural influence to coax a person into offering themselves willingly would make things easier, especially for her.

At least this vampire was far more kind than any zombie or night time horror she was bound to meet.

Catching the female up against him, he pinned her body with one arm, and used his free hand to cover her mouth. It was different, being able to hear the rush of blood in her veins--excited by surprise--and having the chance to act on it. To sate his ever-present appetite. Sating it completely wasn't possible, but he could at least tamp down the worst of his hunger so that the prisoners' open wounds didn't provoke him so badly. Temper-wise or not.

He bowed his head. So close...

First, though, was carrying her to a better place than this, out in the open where anyone or anything had a chance to stumble across them. Occupied rooms were part of what made the area risky, but when they were vacant... The room immediately to his left was perfect in that regard. With her still in his arms, he swooped through the doorway, as if holding her aloft took little effort. It did and it didn't. His physical capacities remained diminished, but she was tiny for someone who was obviously not as young as he, himself appeared. His lips touched her neck first. In fact, Aidou was taking blood from a human older than he normally would.

Ah, well... As his fangs touched her next and sank in, he knew at once that she was healthy enough that it didn't matter to his sense of taste. He'd been wrong, though. There was a slight oddity in flavor...

The blood was still good. He drank.

Re: Inside F31

[blessedaccel]

Trapped. Even without being physically restrained, the helplessness conjured by the thought was nearly enough to render Daphne immobile. Keep going too fast to be caught. But she hadn't, and maybe couldn't; fear of finding it even more crippled than she'd expected had kept her from experimenting too heavily with her ability. And now it wouldn't help at all. Her captor, whoever it was (he, one corner of her mind offered up absently, by virtue of the lack of any female characteristics), was both larger and stronger than she was, and her speed had never loaned her any sort of superstrength.

For a moment, as the sharp teeth sank into her neck, Daphne was almost relieved. At least she hadn't been captured by Sylar. She'd seen the information in those files, and didn't ever want to be at his mercy. It dawned on her only seconds later that she was preferring one possible manner of death over another, and adrenaline sent her heart rate spiking. Stars danced again in front of her eyes, this time as she struggled to keep from hyperventilating enough to pass out.

Re: Inside F31

[blood_and_pocky]

One who had no knowledge of vampire nature wouldn't understand the unique quality of blood. No matter how many times he drank from the same blood type, it never got boring, never lost its taste. In fact, Aidou would have preferred total familiarity over the tinge of foreignness he could taste in her blood--something he couldn't place was a reminder of Landel's Institute's love of the unexplained.

The taste of fear, now... that was entirely familiar.

Sparing nothing, he continued to drink--ugh, it would've been a trial to keep himself contained through another unexpected ambush if he hadn't gotten a drop to drink--and perhaps it was to both of their benefit that she wasn't under a haze of contentment as she might be in a different scenario. Her distress was the most grounding force when bloodlust swept further through him with every swallow.

Afraid for her life, yes, of course; she had no way of knowing his intention was not to let blood loss kill her. Let essentially himself kill her. The young vampire had power over the figure in his arms, which was the all too natural order for him. Oh, it would be so easy to endanger her by taking more and more of her blood--

But he couldn't do that.

The trickle of blood wouldn't stop right away, and Aidou had to force himself to pull back from it, retracting his fangs in one slow, careful movement that was part mindfulness and part lingering. No, no more than that. She would still have the strength to flee other foes after pulling herself together again... And as for regaining her feet, he didn't think he needed to worry about roughing her up further in order to get away cleanly. The taste of fear was still fresh. So after a moment to pass his tongue over his lips--so little to eat, in comparison to what was left in her--he let his hold relax, dropping the arm wrapped around her long enough to slip it behind her legs and lift her up in one quick movement. Two steps over, and he was depositing her on an empty bed before slipping back into the shadows' embrace.

And then he was gone, half-closing the door behind him.

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Re: Inside F31

[blessedaccel]

For several minutes, Daphne just lay curled on her side, trembling from a mixture of fear and adrenaline and the shaky edge of blood loss. She did not immediately realize she was alone, and even once she did, she could not immediately bring herself to stand, in case this circumstance changed suddenly. Finally, disgust curdled deep in the pit of her stomach, and she forced herself to sit up, one hand fisting in the bed's sheets as the world wobbled around her. She raised her other hand to touch her neck, wincing as it brushed over the neat punctures and came away sticky with blood. Her stomach churned again, but as her mind slowly regained operational capacity, she realized the blood flow wasn't enough to be fatal.

That in itself surprised her. None of the creatures she'd encountered so far had shown any genuine sign of sentience, let alone a capacity for mercy. To be attacked, then left alive and relatively whole, wasn't something she would have thought possible. Still, the shadows of the room began to crowd around her, and she decided she would be better off not pushing her luck. If she lingered, it was possible her attacker might still change his mind and return.

Daphne pushed to her feet, giving herself a few seconds to catch her balance before ducking back out the door. A quick scan showed her the hall was clear, and she pushed herself up to full speed as she darted down toward the end of it, not much more than a pale streak in the too-deep gloom.

Re: Inside F31

[blessedaccel]

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