[ Vlad is just here wearing...a random airport hoodie with the hood up? And skulking with a half-eaten airport pretzel, his cheeks puffed out from the sheer volume of dough in his mouth.
Which is when he spots Lenore and tries to PLAY IT COOL and NOT BE OBVIOUS THAT THERE'S ANOTHER HUMAN BEING HERE
but unfortunately airport pretzel wrappers are crinkly. so. ]
He hastily swallows the pretzel bits in his mouth and straightens his posture into something more dignified, swiping the hood off his head as he does. Under the unzipped front of the hoodie is his own I L*VE HELL shirt.
He tries to stifle his embarrassment at having been caught like this and clears his throat. ]
Ah, yes, well. It's been rather chaotic this week, hasn't it? We at least have the chance to talk now.
Since dying, mainly. I had a sort of system while alive, a number of kind people who were willing to let me drink their blood, for both indulgence and sustenance.
Even though I do know a number of people on this side, it... feels almost like starting from the beginning, again.
You still have to consume blood for sustenance? I would've thought that, the way this place nullifies powers and such, you would've been made functionally identical to a human.
...does this mean you're looking for new, ah, blood donors, then?
I am. I realize it's a strange thing to bring up so suddenly with a mere acquaintance... though I'd hoped that one who's already familiar with the supernatural may understand, better than most here can.
Ah, I see. Well, I must admit that I haven't dealt with vampirism in the past--most of what I deal in tends to be, ah, bloodless entirely--but I wouldn't be opposed to helping...assuming a few key conditions are met.
A bite, typically to the neck. A quick puncture with my fangs, and then I draw the blood out.
It only hurts for a moment, and then it should heal fully. And I can try to make it... pleasant, if you like. [she draws a little closer, reaching a hand up to his shoulder.]
A bold request. I like it when men just come out and say what they want.
[those feelings just get a little stronger. she wraps her arms around the back of his neck, pulling herself in nice and close. and, with little warning other than a soft hiss, she'll bite.
it's a brief, sharp pain, but she's otherwise gentle.]
[ This time, he yells from the pain and jumps away from her, clutching fruitlessly at the gushing injury while he quickly loses his balance, slips on the growing puddle of his own blood, and collapses to the floor, hard. ]
You--! What did--! Why you--!!!
[ He's radiating absolute fury and betrayal. He just keeps yelling incoherently until he loses enough blood to pass out and then, eventually, die. ]
[ He wakes up livid, and spots the trail of blood. He smirks. Good.
When his neck is reasonably healed, he gets up and begins following the trail like he's on a warpath. On the way there, he stops by one of the airport gift shops and picks up a giant Toblerone, hefting it over his shoulder like a bat.
Where oh where does this path lead, hmm? Because Vlad wants payback. ]
[she glances back, and... gets hit. the glass in her hand goes flying, smashing and spilling wine everywhere. lenore is knocked from her seat to the floor, crumpled on her hands and knees. her hair just kind of flails everywhere. she hisses through gritted teeth.]
[ Vlad wastes no time in making his next move. He tosses the chair (or its remains) aside and gives Lenore a hefty kick to her side, aiming to topple her to the floor entirely so that he can pin her down and immobilize her. ]
[lenore's wearing gloves today (to match with her modern goth dress!), but she bites one to quickly remove it from her right hand, freeing her claws. when kicked, she rolls onto her back.
while he's trying to pin her, she gives him a sinister smile and swipes at his face with those claws.]
[ He tries to angle his head back, out of reach of the claws, but isn't quite fast enough and Lenore manages to rake him across the face. But before she can retract her hand, he catches her wrist in his own, holding it firmly in place.
Then he straddles her over the torso, so she can't squirm her way back up. With his other hand, he tries to grab her other wrist as well, to fully immobilize her. ]
And yet, he didn't. The hand pops off and he drops it with a gasp, just lucky enough to maintain his grasp on her other hand.
He's also just lucky enough to have that crown of thorns growing out of his skull, so when she leans in to snap at his face, he actually meets her head on, ready to ram the spikes straight into her face. ]
[she'll try to snap at his nose, which looks to be where she can do the most damage!
but whether she has any success or not, she isn't expecting him to answer with a headbutt, and those thorns crash into her head, getting a cry of pain and surprise from her. one of her eyes catches a spike, and blood trickles from various points on her head.
the force also pushes her head back to smash against the floor, leaving her dazed as she continues struggling, unable to focus on a particular mode of attack.]
[ She does manage to successfully bite at his nose enough to get it bleeding, but not enough to deter him from further attack.
With her reeling from the headbutt, he takes the chance to grab her left wrist and straighten it against her side, bringing it close enough to the torso that he can pin it down with his leg.
And then, he brings her right hand up to her neck, as well as both of his own, and presses down, choking her with her own hand. ]
I'm not foolish enough to kill you, no, but no one kills Vlad Masters and gets away with it.
[ His smirk only grows as he watches her fade out of consciousness. Just before he does, though, he leans in close and says: ]
I suppose I should thank you for the opportunity to indulge. Consider our deal complete.
[ And, once she's passed out, he hauls her over one shoulder, takes her to the airport, finds one of those nice large hardshell suitcases, folds Lenore's unconscious body up into it, zips it up, locks the zippers together with a suitcase lock, then leaves the suitcase abandoned right there in the airport.
He meanders pleasantly back to the bar, his pride mutations receding now, and tosses the little suitcase lock key somewhere who knows where. And then once he gets to the bar, he picks up Lenore's discarded hand-glove for himself and leaves.
He loves when a revenge plan goes down smoothly. ]
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week 6, post-trial
Which is when he spots Lenore and tries to PLAY IT COOL and NOT BE OBVIOUS THAT THERE'S ANOTHER HUMAN BEING HERE
but unfortunately airport pretzel wrappers are crinkly. so. ]
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except, she's being pretty chill? seems like she's in a good mood as she wanders over to greet him.]
Oh, Vlad. I regret that we haven't had time to speak since I joined you all here.
[also she's still wearing an I L*VE HELL t-shirt because why not.]
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He hastily swallows the pretzel bits in his mouth and straightens his posture into something more dignified, swiping the hood off his head as he does. Under the unzipped front of the hoodie is his own I L*VE HELL shirt.
He tries to stifle his embarrassment at having been caught like this and clears his throat. ]
Ah, yes, well. It's been rather chaotic this week, hasn't it? We at least have the chance to talk now.
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We do, don't we?
Have you been keeping up with your indulgences? Knowing what we do now, it seems we're all in this together.
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This place was--well, a wasteland, to be blunt, when I first arrived. It's only through our indulging that we've managed to make it actually livable.
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Although... I'm a bit worried that I've been lagging behind, actually.
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Even though I do know a number of people on this side, it... feels almost like starting from the beginning, again.
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...does this mean you're looking for new, ah, blood donors, then?
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[ cuz like. he knows how according to the Lore but he doesn't want to make assumptions when he has been harmed. so much. in this graveyard already. ]
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It only hurts for a moment, and then it should heal fully. And I can try to make it... pleasant, if you like. [she draws a little closer, reaching a hand up to his shoulder.]
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And...how much blood do you draw?
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[she'll reach her other hand up, too, pulling herself in a little closer. there are feelings of happy anticipation! ...and a bit of rising bloodlust.]
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(The fact that he is inducing horniness in someone is certainly puffing him up a little.)
He chuckles. ]
Well, then in that case...I'd be happy to help, on one condition.
For every time you gather blood from me, I have the right to indulge with you in the manner of my choice.
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A bold request. I like it when men just come out and say what they want.
[those feelings just get a little stronger. she wraps her arms around the back of his neck, pulling herself in nice and close. and, with little warning other than a soft hiss, she'll bite.
it's a brief, sharp pain, but she's otherwise gentle.]
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My, jumping right into things, are we?
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... Was it sudden? I'm sorry. It's just that I've been looking forward to this, considering...
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[she bites again. this time, it's at his jugular.
there's no hatred to be felt. just a burst of joy at getting to do something she's wanted to do for a long time.]
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You--! What did--! Why you--!!!
[ He's radiating absolute fury and betrayal. He just keeps yelling incoherently until he loses enough blood to pass out and then, eventually, die. ]
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...
when he revives, she'll be long gone... but there's a trail of dripping blood that leads towards the airport exit.]
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When his neck is reasonably healed, he gets up and begins following the trail like he's on a warpath. On the way there, he stops by one of the airport gift shops and picks up a giant Toblerone, hefting it over his shoulder like a bat.
Where oh where does this path lead, hmm? Because Vlad wants payback. ]
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following the trail of blood out of the airport will lead him to a discarded I L*VE HELL t-shirt that's absolutely soaked in blood.]
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week 7, monday
When he spots her in the bar, though, her back to him, he tiptoes quietly and grabs one of the other chairs nearby as he comes closer...
...and...
...absolutely wails on her with the chair, smashing it over her head with as much force as he can muster. ]
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...Pathetic. Is that the best you can do?
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Oh no, not at all. That was just the preamble.
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while he's trying to pin her, she gives him a sinister smile and swipes at his face with those claws.]
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Then he straddles her over the torso, so she can't squirm her way back up. With his other hand, he tries to grab her other wrist as well, to fully immobilize her. ]
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turns out, there's a severed mannequin hand inside her glove! and nothing but a stump at her wrist.
she'll use that opportunity to try to slip her left arm out of his grasp so she can lean upward and snap at his face with her teeth.]
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He really should have expected this.
And yet, he didn't. The hand pops off and he drops it with a gasp, just lucky enough to maintain his grasp on her other hand.
He's also just lucky enough to have that crown of thorns growing out of his skull, so when she leans in to snap at his face, he actually meets her head on, ready to ram the spikes straight into her face. ]
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but whether she has any success or not, she isn't expecting him to answer with a headbutt, and those thorns crash into her head, getting a cry of pain and surprise from her. one of her eyes catches a spike, and blood trickles from various points on her head.
the force also pushes her head back to smash against the floor, leaving her dazed as she continues struggling, unable to focus on a particular mode of attack.]
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With her reeling from the headbutt, he takes the chance to grab her left wrist and straighten it against her side, bringing it close enough to the torso that he can pin it down with his leg.
And then, he brings her right hand up to her neck, as well as both of his own, and presses down, choking her with her own hand. ]
I'm not foolish enough to kill you, no, but no one kills Vlad Masters and gets away with it.
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she locks eyes with him in a murderous glare until she loses consciousness.]
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I suppose I should thank you for the opportunity to indulge. Consider our deal complete.
[ And, once she's passed out, he hauls her over one shoulder, takes her to the airport, finds one of those nice large hardshell suitcases, folds Lenore's unconscious body up into it, zips it up, locks the zippers together with a suitcase lock, then leaves the suitcase abandoned right there in the airport.
He meanders pleasantly back to the bar, his pride mutations receding now, and tosses the little suitcase lock key somewhere who knows where. And then once he gets to the bar, he picks up Lenore's discarded hand-glove for himself and leaves.
He loves when a revenge plan goes down smoothly. ]