Room 211, Wednesday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was completely unaware that anything weird was going on on the island. He wasn't sleeping any more than usual, his dreams were pretty much the same as always (some day, some day he wouldn't get woken up before the end of that one with Debbie Harry), and he'd been rather . . . preoccupied, anyway, what with going home for the weekend

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[blondecanary]

Dinah had woken up and stumbled down the hall at a run, then a rush, then pretty much the 50-yard dash as she got to the second floor. "Priestly Priestly Priestly--" She got to the door in tears. "Priestly?"

Wait. Okay, this was wrong. "What...?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly blinked at her, having heard her coming down the hall. Oh hell, she was crying. He rushed to comfort her.

"It's okay, Dinah, I swear, I just did it for my mom, I'll be back to normal next week when I get back."

[blondecanary]

He was alive. He was walking and talking and had a pulse and his hair was all wrong and she was so confused and

Dinah burst into messy tears, waving her arms and burbling. "I killed you! Me and Edward! I sucked your blood and you died!"

[lovemykilt]

Oooookay.

". . . I think I'd remember that." He tilted his head, unconsciously showing his undamaged neck (and tattoo), then stepped forward, arms low and out. "You okay?"

[blondecanary]

"No." Dinah shook her head, trembling all over, then got close enough to hug him, as hard as she could. Warm. Heart beating. But she could remember the blood stopping so well, and taking his piercings out and oh god she wanted to hurl. "Not okay. I dreamed it last night, and the middle of the day today, and just now, I fell asleep, I didn't want to, and... what's up with your hair?" she asked, stepping back to wipe at her face, breath catching in little gulps. "Put it back!" It was freaking her out.

[lovemykilt]

"Then I'd have to wash it out again!" Priestly was so confused. "Dinah, what are you talking about?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah put her hands over her face, trying not to freak out any more. "In my dream. I've dreamed it three times. You had the piercings, and the beard, but your hair was normal." She gulped. "I was a vampire. And I stalked you. All day. Just waiting for you to come out of hiding." Her face crumpled, but she managed to keep enough of a rein on her voice to say, "And then Edward showed up and we killed you and I took your eyebrow ring and your earrings and I was sure, so sure you were dead."

[lovemykilt]

". . . You dreamed you were a vampire?" Okay, that was kinda weird, right? "Wait, why was I hiding? Three times?" He was confused. But she was still freaking out. "Hey, hey, it's okay, just a dream, right? Dreams're weird."

[blondecanary]

"Yeah. Yeah." Calming down a little, now that she had her bearings and Priestly kept being alive, Dinah sniffed, and rubbed at her eyes. "The first time I chased you, the second time I was waiting for you, and this last time I killed you." Dinah's lips trembled. "Like one long, horrible connected nightmare cut up into pieces." She sighed. "I hate my dreams. I hate how real they are. I was so hungry, you don't know. And then I get here, and you look different, and... it threw me, I'm sorry." Dinah stepped in close to give him another hug, burying her face on his shoulder.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly hugged her back, holding on tight. And, because he was Priestly, and thus both kind of an ass and convinced of his own hilarity, he smirked and said "Awww, you really do love me."

[blondecanary]

"Nnnnggh," Dinah groaned into his shoulder, then backed off to whap him on the bicep. "Don't, just don't. She was saying that too. She or me or whoever wanted you to be a vampire. It was horrible." But she was smiling a little. Swallowing, she asked, "What's with the hair and the shave, though?"

[lovemykilt]

"So you dreamed you turned me into a vampire?" Priestly totally didn't get it. He rubbed his chin (it was becoming a bit of a tick already). "I'm going home for the weekend tomorrow. My mom doesn't really dig the whole . . . look."

[blondecanary]

"I tried. But me and Edward drank too much, and your heart stopped." Dinah folded her arms, then nodded. "Crisped khakis, right. They still don't know you're not being a Malcolm-clone, hunh?"

[lovemykilt]

". . . I thought sucking your blood was how vampires made you one of them." Priestly's knowledge of vampires was very Hollywood. "And, uh, no. They don't. Hence the make-under."

[blondecanary]

Dinah shuddered again. "They were going to feed dead you their blood, after they drank most of it. That was supposed to change you." She rubbed her face. "I hope your visit goes okay. With the secret identity and all."

[lovemykilt]

"This is the weirdest conversation I've ever had," Priestly pointed out. "And hey, think of it as practice. Can't be your Alfred if I can't sympathize with a good secret identity, right?"