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| If I Was Your Vampire | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM (5,790 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM Post #1 |
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*Frank Morgan. Sam got used to life in 1973. Not exactly complacent - he still longs to go home - but... he stopped fighting quite so hard. He made more of an effort to get along with everyone. Until Frank Morgan came along, and toppled all of that. Now, Sam feels torn. He wants to go home. He wants to. But... there are things keeping him here as well. Chris has become an avid student, and Sam enjoys playing the role of mentor. Leaving Annie, after everything she's done for him, feels like betrayal. And Gene... Well... Sam stops walking, looking up at the sky for a moment. It's heavily cloudy, promising rain. Better hurry up... Pulling his jacket's collar up a bit higher, Sam continues on, his cuban heels clacking on the cobblestones. He can't say that he and Gene are dating. For one because Gene would punch him, and for another because even Sam wouldn't use that term. A quick fumble in an alleyway, Gene getting him off in the Cortina in the dead of the night... That one time they dragged each other into Lost & Found and practically had a fight over who was to give the first blowjob... That's not dating. Sam doesn't know what it is, but it isn't dating. And yet, it isn't just impersonal sex either. Because Sam cares. He cares about what happens to Gene. He gets worried when he notices Gene starting his day off with whiskey for breakfast. When his cough sounds horribly chesty. When he's staring off into space, thinking no one is watching him. Stepping through the gate to the cemetery, Sam shakes his head. He's tried to puzzle this out many times over the last few weeks, and it's never lead him anywhere. Asking Gene out "officially" is out of the question, surely. And it's not like Sam wants to get involved properly anyway - if he's going to go home... And there he is again, at the beginning of that thought cycle. Sam stops, looks around until he spots the familiar figure, stood in the distance beneath a tree, looking at one of the graves. Morgan asked Sam to meet him there. Sam ignores a creeping feel of dread at the sight, takes a breath and makes his way over to the man. Whatever he wants to talk about, hopefully they'll be done before it starts raining... Sam didn't bring an umbrella. Once he's close enough, Sam calls out.* Frank? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 8 2017, 11:38 PM Post #2 |
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*Morgan's been stood waiting for only a short while when Sam shows up - he wanted to be the first one to show, of course. Get the upper hand. This has the potential to become a bit of a showdown, though Sam doesn't know it yet. But Morgan trusts Sam'll do the right thing. He wants to get home, after all. He turns when Sam calls, a friendly smile masking his face. "Ahh, there you are. Looks like a storm's brewing, you didn't bring a raincoat?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2017, 11:47 PM Post #3 |
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*Seeing Morgan's open expression lifts the weight on Sam' chest a little, and he smiles back.* I was hoping we'd get someplace dry before that happens. *Finally he reaches Morgan, standing just a few feet away from the man.* I didn't keep you waiting too long, I hope? *Sam knows he' quite punctual, but Morgan seems to be beating him on that as well...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 8 2017, 11:51 PM Post #4 |
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*Sam seems jovial... That's good. "Oh, no. Some fresh air's always nice after being inside a smokey office, isn't that right? And in any case, we won't be long. Just one matter I wanted to discuss with you." He takes a friendly step towards Sam, resting his hands in his pockets. "I trust you weren't followed?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2017, 11:55 PM Post #5 |
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Gladys
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*Sam's smile widens for a moment - his feelings exactly. He's gotten so used to it that he doesn't quite notice the stench of smoke anymore, but with his attention drawn to it, he does appreciate the fresh air. However, Morgan's next words cause Sam to raise his eyebrows slightly in surprise.* Followed? ... not as far as I'm aware. *As he speaks, Sam can't help but glance over his shoulder; he wasn't exactly paying attention to that, but who would want to follow him anyway...? And why is Morgan worried about that? He looks back at the man.* ... Why? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 12:04 AM Post #6 |
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*Ahh. He's piqued Sam's interest. His smile drops into something more serious, and he gestures. "Walk with me." He starts to walk, his head angled towards Sam slightly to make sure he's following. "You know, Sam... We're in a very good position, here. We have an opportunity. An opportunity to bring policing up to date. Modern techniques, eradicating corruption... That's something we both want to see, as I understand it?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 12:11 AM Post #7 |
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*Sam does follow readily, falling into step with Morgan. He nods, though that unease from earlier is slowly creeping back... and Sam doesn't understand why.* ... Yes, absolutely. The sooner the better. *Though he knows these things take time, so... why is Morgan talking about them having an "opportunity" now...?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 12:17 AM Post #8 |
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*Morgan smiles again. "Good. I'm glad you agree. These things take time, of course - we start small. Local. And build up to a national level." Morgan allows an encouraging spark to enter his eyes - something to excite Sam. To make him feel that this is important. "So I can count on your support? To help carry out this plan?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 12:25 AM Post #9 |
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Gladys
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*It's hard not to be taken in by the way Morgan is talking about this. Sam has been here so long that he's almost forgotten that there must be police officers out there who long for a different approach to policing... And God, how exhilarating would it be to know that he was part of starting that process of change - a change for the better. ... And so, Sam almost agrees. However, something holds him back. Makes him hesitate a moment, before asking* What do you have in mind? I mean, we're just two people against a large majority... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 12:32 AM Post #10 |
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*Ahh, Sam's interested, definitely. Time to slip in the final detail. "We are, but once we bring down DCI Hunt and dismantle his team, that's where the change begins. We flush out the wound, get rid of the poisonous influence. Build the force up from the ground again, better and stronger than before."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 12:37 AM Post #11 |
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Gladys
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*... Sam slows down... And then stops entirely, eyes trained on Morgan. Bring down... Gene? Just like that, the budding excitement is gone. It takes Sam a moment to find his voice again, and to get past that feeling of unease steadily pooling in the pit of his stomach.* ... Wh-what? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 11:15 AM Post #12 |
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*Morgan continues, determined to keep things light, as though he's explaining something obvious and unarguable. Gene Hunt has to go and that's it. Simple. "Well...yes, Sam... That's been the plan all along. Hunt embodies everything that's dirty and wrong about the state of policing nowadays. He's corrupt, an alcoholic, violent, in search of something to pound his fists against rather than the truth. You must have observed this behaviour while under his supervision? That's why I stationed you to him in the first place."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 11:21 AM Post #13 |
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Gladys
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*Sam blinks, lost for word. Something about this situation feels terribly familiar, and it takes him a few moments to realise why: He's out of his depth in exactly the same way as he was when he first arrived in 1973. Morgan's words don't make sense - the plan? Sam was stationed...?? And apart from that, Sam can't even deny Morgan's assessment of Gene. He is all of those things. But... Sam swallows dryly.* I... I don't understand. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 11:28 AM Post #14 |
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*Morgan takes a breath as though having to explain something simple to a child. Sam should know this. "We make an example of him, Sam. We expose him for what he is. Tear down his kingdom, string him up, show other corrupt officers what happens if they continue down Hunt's path. His officers worship him - if we break that trust, we break the cycle."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 12:27 PM Post #15 |
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*Silence falls. Sam just stares at Morgan, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and shock. Never mind what Morgan said about Sam having been stationed in CID by him... This... Sam does understand exactly what the other man is implying. He wants to humiliate Gene. Destroy his career. Sam opens his mouth, but at first all he's able to do is stammer, before the words come.* ... b-but... that's his life. If something like that were to happen, it... it would destroy him... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 12:41 PM Post #16 |
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*Morgan raises his eyebrows, as if to say 'that's the point'. "... And set an example to others, yes. That's the aim. You have to think objectively, Sam. Hunt isn't a man. He's a blight. One you and I can snuff out once and for all.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 01:11 PM Post #17 |
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Gladys
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*Hunt isn't a man. That sentence hits Sam like a sledgehammer - hammers home exactly what it is that's making alarm bells ring in his head left right and centre. Yes, he went into this whole thing thinking none of it was real. He still isn't sure what exactly is going on. But if there is one thing he's come to realise, it's that all the people here... They all have their own lives. They are people. And Gene... Gene means something to Sam. He doesn't understand what exactly it is, but he knows that he could never, ever help Morgan bring Gene down - not in this way. On the other hand, he doesn't want to lose this last connection to home... And the promise Morgan gave him. Just a little more, and Sam would be able to finally return home... Trying to keep his voice calm and agreeable, Sam says* Frank... There has to be another way. Please, don't -- Hunt's methods are prehistoric, yes, but - people can learn...! If, if you give me more time, and resources, we could set up something... Introduce courses... Gene's already begun to change his ways, and I'm sure I could get him to approve some kind of scheme for training weekends... *He's rambling, he knows it... But Morgan is serious about destroying Gene. Sam can't let that happen.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 01:40 PM Post #18 |
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*Morgan turns then, his expression turning mock-sympathetic. He thought this might happen. "Training at weekends isn't enough to transform an institution, Sam. Hunt is a rotten pillar in the police force. If we tear him down and show what consequences come from his behaviour, we'll have enough ammunition to reform the Greater Manchester police and turn it into a beacon of change. Come on, Sam - I thought you were in agreement. Do this, and your job will be done. You can go home knowing you've taken down a tyrant."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 01:46 PM Post #19 |
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*Sam can feel his hackles rising. Morgan knows nothing about Gene... Which Sam can't fault him for, obviously, but still, he needs to take Gene's side here. If he doesn't, who knows what will happen...!* He's not a tyrant! He-- he cares for this city. Whatever he does, it's because he believes it's the best for Manchester. It's not his fault he never learned any different kind of approach! *Do this, and his job will be done... He could go home... But at what cost?! Yes, Sam wants to go home - but not if it means he'll be stepping over corpses in the process!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 01:53 PM Post #20 |
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*"Old dogs can't learn new tricks, Sam. I've yet to see any change in him, looking at his records. You surely don't agree with his treatment of the job? The disregard for proper procedure? The backhanders?? I've heard that he's been violent towards you on more than one occasion? Hardly professional behaviour, and that kind of attitude spreads like a contagion.*" |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 01:59 PM Post #21 |
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The backhanders stopped months ago! *Sam, realising he'd raised his voice, takes a breath before continuing* He has changed. I've seen it with my own eyes. And it's not-- yes, we do grapple at times, but-- *Struggling for words, Sam shakes his head - how can he explain to Morgan that, while Sam definitely doesn't enjoy being thrown around like a punching bag, it still doesn't really bother him? That it's just... Just a thing that seems to be necessary for Sam and Gene to work together the way they do?* -- listen, I do agree with you - things have to change - but not like this! Not at the cost of people's livelihoods and lives. You make an example of Gene, he won't be able to live it down. He'll... He'll...! *No, Sam doesn't want to go there... It doesn't bear thinking about...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 02:06 PM Post #22 |
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*Morgan shakes his head, raising a hand to lay it on Sams shoulder. He fixes Sam with a firm but sympathetic gaze. Sam's not thinking logically. He's emotional. "And if he did, would that really be such a bad thing? A sacrifice like that could change everything, Sam. He'd go down in history as the catalyst for change. Your change. You want that, don't you?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 02:10 PM Post #23 |
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...!! *A shiver runs through Sam. A second later, he's pushed the man's hand off and taken a step back, eyes wide with horror.* No. Jesus-- no! *Gene, being thrown from the force in humiliation... For a moment, Sam can see it so clearly in his mind - Gene in his own home, left by everyone and everything he loves, desolate, stepping onto a stool-- Hanging himself, like Harry Outhwaite did--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 05:00 PM Post #24 |
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*Damn, wrong move. Morgan frowns, concerned. Sam's not thinking clearly. Has he forgotten what's at stake here? "Sam. You could go home. Forget Hunt. This is your way out." He pauses and then extends his hand again, touching Sam's arm. "Listen. If we frame it correctly we could make sure what you're imagining doesn't happen. How does that sound? With your help we could even stage an incident with Hunt's name on it - one that sticks this time. A policing tragedy, the blame attributed to shoddy and unprofessional handling of the situation. Charges could be brought. Hunt could be safe in a cell by the time you leave. Guards 24/7. No harm would come to him." If this doesn't work, Morgan's have to take one last shot... But he's hoping they can sort this with humane methods.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 05:07 PM Post #25 |
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*Forget Hunt... If Morgan had approached him sooner - right after Sam arrived - he probably would have agreed without a second thought. But now, the image of Gene, withering away in a cell in Strangeways makes Sam feel sick. He recoils from Morgan's touch, taking another step back.* No. No. I want no part in this. Not like this. *Going home on these terms... It would feel like taking blood money. Sam wouldn't be able to live with himself.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 05:13 PM Post #26 |
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*Morgan's grip intensifies on Sam's arm. He digs deep into himself, summons that voice that people find hard to resist. That voice that comes from being alive too long, from his soul turning dark and his mind turning inwards. Morgan rarely has to dig into this power, but it looks like Sam isn't going to bend without it. His hand turns ice cold, enough to chill Sam through the layers of clothing. His eyes turn black. "This is what's best for you, Sam. Hunt is what's keeping you here, even now. He's not real. Do this and he'll just fade away. You'll return home. Be with your family. Join me, Sam. This mission is yours."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 05:25 PM Post #27 |
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*Something changes. Morgan's grip grows cold, so cold that the chill seems to seep into Sam's bones. Something, suddenly, feels fundamentally and horribly wrong - but before Sam can even begin to try and identify what's happening, Morgan's voice envelopes him. Everything else - the rustling of the leaves, the faint noises of traffic, the birds tweeting - goes silent. Each of the words Morgan speaks seem to penetrate Sam's skull, until they're all Sam is able to hear and feel, and Morgan's face, his eyes turned black like a bottomless pit, is all he can see. Forget him... Not real.... Return home..... Where Sam was trying to pull away before, his resistance grows weaker. Morgan is right... He wants to go home... He wants to see his mum again, and his aunt Heather... His friends...... God, he misses them so much......... "What, and leave all of 'ere, like we're yesterday's dirty underwear? Fine copper you are." Gene's voice cuts through the haze settling on Sam's mind. He flinches, blinks slowly, his face white as a sheet.* I- I... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 05:32 PM Post #28 |
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*Morgan's effort intensifies. He stares straight into Sams soul, searching through the confusion there, trying to drive the conflicting voices away. "Your family miss you, Sam. They think you've forgotten them. Cast them aside for this group of immoral clowns and let-downs. For an alcoholic dinosaur who'd spit upon and tear up your rules and beliefs in a heartbeat. Do this, Sam. Help me. Destroy Gene Hunt. And you can go home."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 05:40 PM Post #29 |
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*... It's sounds so enticing. His way home, right there, at the tip of his fingers... Leave all this behind... Sam stares back at Morgan, his expression reflecting the inner turmoil, the longing. The coldness is spreading through his body, making it hard to move, to think, to breathe... But...* ... I.... Destroy Gene Hunt... .... Destroy Gene...... ... No..... No, he can't.... .... He can't do that....!! Slowly, Sam begins to try and pull away again, the herculean effort it takes evident. He feels utterly frozen up, too weak to do anything but tug his arm away from Morgan - but the gesture is unmistakable.* ...... I-I....can't......!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 07:35 PM Post #30 |
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*Morgan blinks in surprise as Sam resists - how did he do that? His hand withdraws and he looks down at it momentarily. His power... Usually that's enough. Enough to plant the seed, anyway. After that, people are usually putty in his hands. But Sam's resisting... How? Morgan drops his hand, shaking his head and sighing to himself. "You can, Sam. You just think you can't." He looks up again, his eyes dark, but in a different way. In the shadows, some figures are appearing - but silently and unnoticeable. They begin to approach from behind Sam, almost like ghosts. "But since you won't take the easy path on your own, I suppose we'll have to head down the hard path. You'll betray Hunt peacefully, or you'll kill him with your own hands. One last chance to make a decision."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 08:28 PM Post #31 |
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*Sam may have unknowingly resisted Morgan's power, but it's taken a toll on him. He's breathing heavily, shivering with a chill that feels like it's never going to leave his body again. All he's able to focus on is Morgan - he doesn't notice any of the figures approaching. Morgan's words ring loudly in his ears, distorting faintly, and to Sam's mind they don't make an sense... The hard path... Kill.... Kill.... Gene...? His voice weak, Sam gasps* Wh-what...?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 09:30 PM Post #32 |
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*Morgan sighs, practically rolling his eyes. Sam's more dense than he'd thought. "Take him." Seemingly out of nowhere, hands grab at Sam. Strong hands, too firm for Sam to wriggle free from. The crypt just behind where they're standing groans, the large heavy stone door shifting to the side. Arms wrap around Sam's neck, cold hands grip at his arms, wrestling him backwards and towards the dark stone steps. They spin, whirl, almost lifting Sam off his feet - and then they heft him up, over and forwards, tripping him head over heels and sending him tumbling down into the darkness below.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 09:43 PM Post #33 |
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*Sam doesn't even have time to process what's happening. One moment, he's stood there, staring at Morgan - the next, he can't tell up from down, iciness gripping at him, pressing against his throat, not giving him a chance to scream-- And down he goes, into total darkness. It's a short fall, but it feels like an eternity to Sam-- until his body collides with something hard and unyielding. Another impact, and another-- excruciating pain shooting up his arm, through his back-- then a crack to head, and Sam's gone, lying on the cold stone floor of the crypt.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 10:33 PM Post #34 |
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*When Sam comes to, he'll find himself tied firmly to a chair, the room lit dimly with petrol lamps. In the shadows figures lurk dressed in black, their pale faces almost glowing in the flickering light. Morgan stands in front of Sam, hands loosely in his pockets and his brow furrowed. He wishes it hadn't come to this. But here we are. He always gets his way, it just takes a little... Persuading. After a moment, Morgan cocks his head in a gesture, prompting one of the men at the side to step forward and give Sam's face a sharp tap to wake him up.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 10:39 PM Post #35 |
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*Sam comes to with a startled breath, jerking away from whoever just touched him - and winces as sharp pain shoots through him. He can't even locate where exactly its source is... His head, his arm, his entire body are aching, pounding along with the beat of his heart. When he opens his eyes, Sam's vision is blurry... All he's able to make out are pale blobs somewhere in the dark, and even the dim light is making his eyes hurt. He groans, his eyelids drooping, almost closing again...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 10:46 PM Post #36 |
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*Ahh! He's awake. Good. Morgan tuts as Sam's eyes flutter, breaking the silence. "Ah, ah Sam... Eyes up front, please. This'll all be a lot easier if you're awake now. A lot less time consuming too. Do I have your attention?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 10:52 PM Post #37 |
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*That voice... It's... It's Morgan... Sam recoils mentally, instinctively - this isn't good. Hearing that voice, now, it's definitely not good. And yet, at the same time, Sam finds himself unable to disobey, even as the pain in his head spikes as his eyes open again. He tries to find Morgan, focus on him, but the blobs all look the same. All Morgan gets for an answer is another low groan.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2017, 11:06 PM Post #38 |
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*Well, a groan's better than nothing... He may as well carry on. "Okay. Good enough." He steps forward and crouches in front of Sam's face, trying to get into his field of view. "I'm sorry about the stairs, Sam. I didn't want to have to do that but you didn't give me a choice."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 9 2017, 11:11 PM Post #39 |
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*One of the blobs comes closer, talking... That must be Morgan... Sam follows his movements sluggishly, his eyes slowly adjusting as the man crouches down in front of him. But it's no use, everything remains blurred... And trying to focus beyond that point sends another stab through Sam's brain, making him wince and grimace. Morgan's words drift through his mind, bringing a vague memory of falling... Sam has to close his eyes against the resulting wave of pain running through him, but he makes the effort to open them again. Now that he's awake... Now that Morgan is keeping him awake... He tries to articulate the diffuse feelings within him. What comes out is one broken word.* ....wh-why...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 12:31 AM Post #40 |
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*"Why? Were you not listening? Though I'll admit there's one extra reason I'd like Hunt out of the picture. I just assumed you had enough common sense to help me without the need for this." He sighs, leaning back against his heels. "This is going to sound rather 'out there', Sam... But you're a bright lad apparently. So I'll spell it out for you. You've heard of 'vampires', I assume? Old lore turned fairy tale, condensed down into inaccurate horror film representations?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 12:37 AM Post #41 |
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*... Sam blinks slowly, his eyes searching Morgan's face (or what he's able to make out of it anyway). He doesn't understand. None of this makes any sort of sense. So he doesn't even react to Morgan's words, merely gazing at him from underneath drooping eyelids. At this point it's just the ropes holding him upright; without them, Sam would already have keeled over.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 11:28 AM Post #42 |
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*Sam's hardly responding. Morgan should have guessed this is how he'd react, but he had hoped that Sam would be more eager to learn. Oh well... "Well. Sam, I'm sorry to have to blow your world wide open... But you must understand, I did try to avoid this." He puts on a sympathetic face. "Vampires are real. You're looking at them. "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 02:43 PM Post #43 |
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*.......... Sam's mind can't keep up. His head is pounding, he can't see properly, bits of their earlier conversation are still floating through his mind - and now Morgan is telling him that vampires are real? Even if he wasn't in this sorry state, Sam would fail to see the connection. Maybe this is all a dream. The faceless blobs further in the background, the dim light, the way his vision is wobbling... It all seems so unreal. Through the mounting headache, Sam does his best to respond, the words coming out slowly and slightly slurred.* ... I... I d-don't understand... Wh... *He breaks off, grimacing as the pain in his head spikes bright and hot.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 03:38 PM Post #44 |
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*Morgan sighs. He scrambled Sam's brains even more than he'd intended, it seems... "I know, Sam... It's confusing at first, isn't it. But you'll soon learn to adapt. You've been kept sheltered for too long. I'm surprised Hunt didn't let you in on his little secret to try and protect you. But then, maybe he was trying to do that by keeping you in the dark." He smiles. "You see, it's not only Hunt's policing style that's causing issues for us. He's been after our kind for years. Ever since we turned his pisshead brother he's been out there at night hunting us down. Disrupting the natural order of things."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 03:44 PM Post #45 |
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*... Wh... What....? Gene... But... Sam's eyes have widened slightly as he tries to take this in. It still sounds too fantastic to be true, and Sam is inclined to keep clinging to the belief he's dreaming all of this. It just -- Morgan, all rationale and correctness, suddenly spouting these things that sound like they're straight out of a YA novel, saying them like they're facts... And now Gene is supposed to be part of this too....? Sam opens his mouth, but he can't think of anything to say. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 03:50 PM Post #46 |
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*Morgan's mouth twitches. Sam's still not getting it. It's probably the apparent concussion but maybe he's just not able to process. "Yes. Gene. That's why we need you take him down. We were hoping you'd do your duty to the police service and do it clean. Push him into a dishonourable discharge. But it looks like you've chosen the messier method of disposal."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 03:57 PM Post #47 |
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*There it is again... That talk of 'disposing of' Gene... That finally manages to pull Sam into awareness, sharpening his senses slightly. His vision still is blurry, but for the first time, Sam actually feels the ropes tying him to what he must assume is a chair. He leans back a little,suddenly needing to get some distance between himself and Morgan - and chokes out a yelp as agony shoots through his right arm and back. Jesus, he... He must actually be injured... And there's something warm and wet meandering down the side of his face now...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 04:11 PM Post #48 |
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*Morgan hushes Sam, reaching over to press a hand to Sam's chest, holding him still. "Shhh, Sam. You don't want to move about too much. We can't have that broken bone slicing an artery. We need to do this carefully. It's a delicate thing, turning someone. There's a method. In fact, why don't we start right now?" He gestures to someone out of Sam's view - and the person moves forward, fangs glinting in the dark. "Hughes, start on the femoral artery if you would. Take your time - I still have more to explain to our new recruit here." A hungry look flashes across the man's face and he sinks to his knees in front of Sam's right leg,fingers feeling about in the muscle for a moment before finding what he's looking for. And with a snarl, he bites down hard, both fangs sinking into Sam's thigh. Blood fills his mouth instantly, but the force of the bite creates a seal, stopping Sam from losing too much at once. And now with control over how Sam's blood is flowing, the man begins to suck. Morgan watches, hunger in his own eyes. "We'll be bleeding you down, if you hadn't gotten that. To the point where your heart can't pump functionally. And once you're body's starving for oxygen, blood and life, that's when we'll save you. Make you stronger, build you back up. Equip you with death's greatest weapon. And in thanks, you'll use that weapon. Understand?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 04:34 PM Post #49 |
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*Morgan's touch chills Sam to the bone, stopping him from squirming. Something in the atmosphere around them is changing - or is it that Sam is finally beginning to regain his senses? Whatever it is, it's making his heart beat faster, eyes wide with mounting panic as he stares up at Morgan, trying to make sense of what he's hearing. Then, things move quickly. The figure approaches, Sam sees something glinting in the dim light... Hands on his thigh... And then-- Sam jerks against his bonds, against Morgan's hand holding him in place, his own yell ringing in his ears. The pain is like nothing he's ever felt before - cold and acidic at the same time, spreading fast, paralysing him... And oh God, oh God, he can feel it. His blood, being... Being sucked from his veins... Sam is barely able to hear what Morgan is saying over the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears, the sound of his ragged breaths, coming out faster and faster as panic threatens to overwhelm him entirely. He gasps out* S-stop... P-please, stop....!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 06:58 PM Post #50 |
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*Morgan shakes his head. The dam is broken now. With the holes in Sam's artery right now, he'll end up bleeding whether they stop this or not. "Sam, this'll be a lot less painful for you if you hold still. And once you're through the transformation... Once you've tasted your first blood... Killed your first human, a hunter... You'll never look back. You'll understand which team you truly belong on. Just let go."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 07:36 PM Post #51 |
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*Jesus Christ - Morgan's words still don't make any sense - taste blood? Kill?! The pain doesn't let up, the sensation of blood being actively sucked out of him making stomach roll with nausea. Whether it's because of Morgan's words or because he simply is unable to, Sam doesn't move again, though shudders keep running through his body, his breathing coming out in panicked gasps, bordering on hyperventilation. Whatever is happening to him, it can't be real. It can't be. It can't.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 09:05 PM Post #52 |
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*Sam isn't responding. Whether that means he understands or not, Morgan doesn't know. But it seems clear that Sam isn't going to be asking any useful questions now. Better to just get on with it. They want to deliver Sam to his target's door before night time properly sets in. Only a few hours left. Morgan stands up properly, dusting off his knees. "James, he isn't taking this in. Take the radial artery and then I'll do the honours once he's empty." Another pale figure emerges, muttering an agreement before crouching down at Sam's unhurt side and seizing his arm. Sam's hands are tied behind his back to the chair's backrest, but the man's target is still easily accessible. His fangs spring out and he dives in, biting hard into Sam's inner arm, creating that seal and sucking hard. With nothing left to say that Sam will understand, Morgan circles round Sam, watching as his underlings begin to suck Sam dry, hungrily draining his life force from him, aiming to bring him just to the point of critical blood loss.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 09:15 PM Post #53 |
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*Sam's eyes, unsteady as they are, follow Morgan's motions, but then he's distracted by the other approaching figure. Oh no... Oh no, no, no no no.... Sam whimpers as the man lowers himself down next to him, another touch cold as ice... And then another bite. This time, all Sam manages is a chocked-off gasp, squeezing his eyes shut as fresh pain assaults his senses. With two vampires (god, no, how, no, NO) now sucking him dry, Sam feels his strength waning rapidly. His life, running out of him... How on earth did it come to this, so suddenly...! His vision fading, he'll... He'll die in the dark... And Gene... He'll kill Gene... A desperate sound escapes Sam, his head lolling to the side and back, his breathing becoming more laboured... Beginning to stutter, to hitch...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 09:24 PM Post #54 |
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*Morgan watches, eyes roaming Sam's body, watching for those tell-tale reactions. And there they are. Laboured breathing, his skin becoming deathly pale. He reaches forward, pressing two fingers to Sam's neck. The man's pulse is weak and erratic all at the same time. Looks like it's his turn. "Sam, listen to me. This is going to hurt. But everything will be better soon. You're going to do a very important job for us. After this, you'll be known as a hero in the underworld. My beautiful protégé." Morgan's tongue flicks across his lips as he reaches forward, yanking Sam's head to the side, exposing his jugular. "You're going to be remade by the oldest, most revered vampire in Manchester, Sam. I hope you know what an honour this is." And with that, Morgan's whole face shifts and flickers. Long fangs jut from his upper jaw, his eyes practically glow. And with a gasp of pleasure, Morgan drives his teeth into the vulnerable blood vessel in the side of Sam's neck. His teeth clamp on, his fingers dig into Sams hair and he sucks, blood gushing into his mouth, his throat... As soon as Sam's on the brink of death, that's when he'll make the final act.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 09:37 PM Post #55 |
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*Morgan's words echo through Sam's mind, driving right into his subconscious as it fights the ever-growing shadow of death, looming, enveloping him... Sam gasps weakly as his head is yanked to the side, a whimper escaping him-- "Please..."-- a tear slipping down his cooling cheeks... And then, the third bite. Sam's mind flickers, then goes blank. The pain-- the sensations-- he can't cope. Sam's eyes are impossibly wide, pupils small as pin pricks, his vision turning red and beginning to fade away. His body twitches one more time, and then that's it, the last of his fight has drained from him. Three vampires feeding on him, it's too much. The only thing Sam knows now is pain. Ice cold, biting pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 09:48 PM Post #56 |
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*That's it. That's it. Morgan pulls away, his entire lower face coated in dark red blood - that's it, he can see Sam's about to give up completely. His heart is slowing, clenching, looking for anything to pump, anything to get some oxygen anywhere... Seeing his moment has arrived, Morgan raises his wrist to his mouth, ripping a hole in his own cold skin. The blood that seeps out is almost black, thicker than usual - cold and devoid of life, possessed by something darker instead. "Welcome to the world." Morgan jams his wrist against Sams lips, holding his head back to make sure that he swallows. The liquid that glugs into Sams mouth will absorb, flow into his starved veins, fill his body with a life force not his own.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 09:58 PM Post #57 |
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*At that point, Sam is barely aware of anything other than all-consuming cold. It's pure reflex that makes Sam swallow, whatever enters his failing body so ice-cold that it makes his lungs seize up. Sam chokes - it's the last breath he takes as a living human being. The transformation begins. It's slow, creeping, and it will be a while before Sam's able to perceive it. For now, it traps him in a state of limbo, unaware of what's happening to him. He's floating in a sea of inky black ice, with only a faint echo of agony as his companion. Somewhere in the distance, he hears a weak thump. Sam doesn't know it, but it's the final beat of his heart.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 10:24 PM Post #58 |
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*Morgan steps back, watching as Sam's chest heaves, filling with his own influence, his own essence. Sam is his creation now. They just have to get him to where he needs to be. The bloodlust will hit, hard. And when it does, when Sam turns into a wild animal, he needs to have his prey in sight. They need to make sure that Gene Hunt is in his line of sight when it happens. The group take a minute to clean up, the two vampires who fed exchanging comments on how good Sam tasted, before Morgan gives the order. "Load him up. We don't have much time." It's not long before they've cut Sam free and bundled him into the back of a black car complete with black leather interior for easy removal of blood stains. There are holes drilled in the floor for drainage, too - in case someone fancies a snack on the move. They dump Sam into the footrest and slam the doors shut, accelerating into the city. They arrive at Gene's house only twenty minutes later, pulling up slowly so as not to rise any suspicion. Seated above Sam's body, Morgan delivers his one final instruction. "When it hits, Sam, you let it take you. That man in there? He kills our kind. He'll kill you too when he knows what you are. Defend yourself. Defend your kin. When the urge takes you, when the hunger consumes you, you rip that bastard's throat out and drink him like a good fine wine. Now go." The car doors open and Sam is peeled from the floor, carried across the pavement and held up against Gene's door, propped up with care until they can be sure that his legs will hold just for a moment. They press the bell, then they're gone. -------- Gene's just poured himself a glass of whisky and sat down to watch the news, no idea that both his and Sam's worlds are changing so much tonight. But then the doorbell rings.* Jesus, who the bloody hell --!? Grumbling, Gene pushes himself up and makes his way over to the front door, unlocking it but holding it shut for now. It could be nothing, but he knows that his reputation as a vampire hunter makes him a target at night time. Best to be careful. Tension in his Voice, Gene calls out.* Who's there? If you're jehovah's witnesses you can go jehovah somewhere else! Edited by Gene Hunt, Jul 10 2017, 10:29 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 10:38 PM Post #59 |
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*Sam doesn't feel any of what's happening to him from that point onward. Doesn't feel the hands on him, doesn't realise he's being moved. The cold is too strong to allow any other sensations. He's lost in it, he'll never be able to escape it. Then, words. Echoing through the space he occupies. He doesn't understand them in a conscious level, but they stay with him. Enter him. Become part of what he's changing into. He doesn't know where they've brought him. He doesn't know that he's leaning against Gene's door. He can't hear Gene's voice. He doesn't feel it as his body slides downwards, finally slumping in a heap at the foot of the door. He does, however, feel something. Something is coming at him, from far away. Something is moving within him. Taking over.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 10:44 PM Post #60 |
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*Gene hears the slide, feels the vibrations of the door as Sam's body drags down it. And then he hears the unmistakable thump of a body. Alarm bells ring. If it was a vampire, then... What would they have done to make that noise? It's not usual tactics... And if it was a neighbour or something they'd have answered... He sets his jaw, mind whirling. What the hell... What should he do...? And despite the confusing situation, something tells Gene that he needs to open this door. He swallows, his knuckles clenching around the doorknob as he slowly opens the door.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 10:52 PM Post #61 |
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*The door is the only thing still propping up Sam's upper body. With that support giving way, he's inevitably being dragged to the ground. As Gene opens the door, Sam topples over, finally landing at Gene's feet. His eyes are still open - his muscles too weak to even move his eyelids - the bite on Sam's neck on display, clearly visible even through all the blood. And it's a lot of blood, coating Sam's head, neck and shoulders; both his arms; his leg.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 11:08 PM Post #62 |
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JESUS! *Gene steps back just barely in time to avoid the body dropping at his feet. And just one glance tells him exactly who it is and what's happened. Sam. Vampire bites. Gene's stomach drops, his heart plummets. Suddenly his whole body feels cold, as though he's the one that's been drained. His words come in a shuddering breath.* Sh-shit... S-Sam.... *he drops to his knees, all worry about lurking vampires gone. If they'd waited to ambush him now, they'd have succeeded. His shaking hands grab at Sam, the cold of his skin forcing another wave of panic through him. He's cold... He's.... He's not breathing....!! He's tried to protect Sam from this... Tried to keep him separate from this side project of his. All he'd wanted to do was keep people safe, and now... Sam.... His deputy... His best friend... The truest, closest friend he's ever had... Gene stifles an angry shout. They left him here as a message, surely.... And now... He's dead... But then he notices it. The blood around Sam's mouth. And a whole other wave of dread washes over him. They didn't....!?!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 11:17 PM Post #63 |
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*Gene's touch causes a faint ripple to run through the sea of ice, too gentle for Sam to take note of. Gene's voice doesn't even register. Something else, however, does disrupt Sam's stasis. The vampire blood, having made steady progress, has reached Sam's heart. It doesn't start beating again. However, just that contact is enough to send a first pulse of sudden, crippling, utter agony through Sam. After what's felt like an eternity of not feeling a single thing, this new sensation hits hard. Sam's body jerks, his eyes widening a bit further as a pained noise that can't even be described as human is ripped from his throat.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 10 2017, 11:25 PM Post #64 |
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*Gene flinches hard at that sound - that dreadful pained sound, the jerk of his body... They did it... They really did it... They turned Sam.... And that means... Sam as he knew him... He's gone... Gene lets out a pained cry, slamming his hands down against the concrete. Sam's dead... He knows what happens to people when they turn. They change... They become predators.. They become cruel. And now, Sam...!! He has to deal with this... He has to do something... He's never seen a vampire actually in the process of turning before - he doesn't know how long it'll be before the bloodlust hits. He doesn't know what to do. Panic pulsing inside him, Gene grabs handfuls of Sam's jacket and drags him inside away from view. He takes Sam's face in his hands, ignoring the blood seeping into his porch carpet.* Sam...S-Sam... Are you awake? Are you... I mean... Can you hear me? What... Wh-who did this to you...?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2017, 11:37 PM Post #65 |
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*Sam's skin is icy to Gene's touch, cold enough to burn. He's too early into the transformation to notice anything other than what's happening inside his body, his sightless eyes staring up and past Gene without recognising him. Now that the blood has reached the centre of Sam's system of circulation, it begins to spread in all directions, whereas before it was heading for just one location. It changes the structure of Sam's cells as it goes, dissolving the last dregs of human blood on its way. With its advance, Sam's body cools down even further. The resulting pain is excruciating. It mercilessly drags Sam's mind out of that dark place of limbo, forcing him to feel more and more. He makes another sound, disjointed and pitiful, his chest moving with a laughable imitation of breath being sucked into his lungs.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 03:11 PM Post #66 |
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*It's no use... Sam's too far gone. And that means that at some point Sam's going to change even further. Become someone else. Someone violent and cruel. There doesn't seem to be anything of him left... Breathing heavily, Gene feels for the small drawer near the door, fumbling with the contents until he finds what he's looking for. A crudely carved wooden stake. He doesn't want to do this... He doesn't want to see Sam die... But that's what this is, isn't it. Sam's already dead. Just because his body's still moving and his eyes are still open, that doesn't make him alive. Sam would want this... Sam wouldn't want to be like this... He raises the stake, aims at Sam's heart, the point shaking violently. He has to do this... But he can't. His arm refuses to shift. He's stuck, like a statue. Sam may be dead, but Gene can't be the one to take him out of this world completely. He curses, dropping the stake to the floor.* Shit... Shit!! Okay... *he rubs his hands over his face, Sam's drying blood smearing over his cheek. What does he do!?? Making a decision, Gene grabs Sam once again and hefts him up. He tries not to notice how light he feels - he just has to stay calm, control the situation...! He carries Sam upstairs and drops him on the bed.* Tyler, you start getting the munchies you'd better damn well warn me! I'll be back in a sec... *with one more glance at Sam's body, the puncture marks andthe blood around his mouth, Gene rushes off to get some rope from the back garden.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 03:28 PM Post #67 |
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*Sam is completely unaware of the things happening around him - Gene's dilemma, his near-death, and then being carried up the stairs... he has no idea any of this is happening. All he's able to feel is the change happening within him, the vampire blood cruelly remodelling him from the inside. As Gene drops him on the bed, more sounds escape Sam's mouth - whimpers, sounding entirely unlike him. Then, as Gene rushes out of the room, Sam's body jerks again as a fresh wave of agony makes its way through him. It's filling his veins, making space for itself. His stomach is changing, adapting until it's able to process human blood. That is when Sam starts groaning, his insides feeling as though they're on fire. His muscles contract of their own volition, fingers clawing into the sheets beneath him, his head jerking to one side, to the other-- Then, just as Gene returns, Sam's back arches and he screams. The blood is reworking his muscles now, his bones, his nerves.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 03:36 PM Post #68 |
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*That scream... It stops Gene in his tracks, freezing him in place just as he makes it back to the doorway, coils of rope slung over his shoulder. It sounds like Sam's being ripped apart from the inside... But if that's what it sounds like... Does that mean Sam's still in there...? Is he--?? Gene shakes himself out of it - whatever Sam is or isn't, very soon he's going to be feeling that hunger. He's going to look at Gene and see everything he's ever wanted - but not in the way Gene would rather. His voice shakes as he steps forward and begins looping the rope around Sam's wrists, starting to secure them to the legs of the bed.* Sam... Sam, if you're still in there.. You need to stay with me, okay? It's trying to change you... Trying to replace you with-- w-with something else! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 03:48 PM Post #69 |
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*Sam's body is twitching uncontrollably now, the muscles stimulated by the power running through them, taking over and changing them. There's a series of cracks - coming from Sam's back, and then his arm. The bone that was broken rearranges itself before Gene's eyes, slotting back into place and leaving a discoloured patch on Sam's otherwise sickly white skin. Sam's scream tapers off into a sob, but there is no reprieve. Another acidic wave of vampire blood and he's yelling again, head thrown back at an almost unnatural angle, eyes finally squeezed shut. However... somehow, Gene's words make it through to him. Sam's entire being is screaming in agony, but something about Gene's voice - the meaning behind the words rather than the words themselves - penetrates all that, settling in a remote corner of Sam's mind even as it convulses along with his body.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 03:55 PM Post #70 |
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*Gene has to look away as Sam's arm seems to bend and snap back into place - he feels sick. Whoever did this to Sam went all out. Usually all it takes is one vampire to feed on and turn someone... But he can see three bite marks on Sam as well as other injuries. This was planned for fun as well as a message. Gene isn't sure how much of his message is getting through... But he isn't even really sure how much of Sam is in there either. How much of this is even going to matter? He's never seen a vampire rehabilitated before. Is it even possible to stop him from disappearing completely? As he stretches Sam's other arm out and lashes it to the bed he decides he just can't know. He'll just have to follow his instincts and hope.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 04:09 PM Post #71 |
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*Sam's body remains in a rigid, unnaturally bent position, as though something is trying to break out of his chest, his now trapped wrists pulling against the rope so hard that it's pulled absolutely taut, a low creak emanating from the bed itself. His legs are scrabbling for purchase, and Sam screams, screams-- Then, the first visible change. With Sam's mouth wide open as it is, Gene will be able to see them - the fangs. They protrude from Sam's upper jaw, slowly growing. At the same time, the blood finally makes its way up to Sam's brain. And there... through the absolute agony... something different arises. A budding yearning, a need...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 04:18 PM Post #72 |
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*Gene wrestles with Sam's legs, trying his hardest to get them under control. He manages to loop the rope over one ankle and pull it taught, but the bed's already creaking with the force Sam's putting it under. And when Gene looks up, he sees the way Sam's teeth are changing... The sharp points beginning to press out from his jaw... It makes it all so real suddenly. Gene lets out a ragged groan of anger and sadness. This is just... He can't believe this is happening. Pulling himself together as best as he can, Gene ties Sam's other ankle down and then steps back, heart beating hard. Is this even going to be enough to keep Sam down?? * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 04:38 PM Post #73 |
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*The transformation is nearly at its end. The holes caused by the bites are closing up, the skin mending itself until there is no trace of any injuries left. The fangs grow out, glinting in the light. The pain is beginning to settle. It's not gone, not by a long shot... it changes. Sam can't tell when it happens, or how, but suddenly, the sensation raging through him isn't so much physical pain as... ... as... ..... hunger. Sam's eyes snap open as he screams one last time. They're a deep scarlet colour.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 08:17 PM Post #74 |
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*Gene can't help staggering back at the sight of those eyes - that deep red colour that Gene knows all too well. His back hits the wall and all he can do is stare. Jesus, is that it? Is that Sam disappearing? Being swept away by this new being? Or is it not yet too late?* Sam... S-Sam? Don't... Don't let it take you, you hear me!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 08:29 PM Post #75 |
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*Even before Sam hears the thump of Gene's back hitting the wall, or his quivering voice, there is something else that catches his attention. A steady thump-thump, thump-thump. The rush of... blood. Blood in a human's veins. Sam's head snaps up, his eyes burning bright as he locates his prey immediately. He's hungry, he's so HUNGRY, he's desperate. So desperate. His limbs are aching, the hunger is raging through him, he needs-- He needs blood--!! Sam's teeth part, and he hisses. His muscles tense, he gets ready to pounce-- But the rope, creaking, holds him back. Just. Snarling with irritation, Sam begins yanking and pulling against his restraints.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 08:37 PM Post #76 |
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*That hiss cuts through Gene like a wire. He's heard sounds like this from vampires before... But never from Sam's mouth. It hurts in ways Gene's felt before, but will never ever get used to. Gene stares, pressed against the wall, breathing heavily - until he notices the ropes, pulled to their limits against Sams strength. Vampires are strong, Gene knows that. But he never thought the strength would come on that fast. Sam already seems to have doubled his energy in just a few short minutes. He needs to do something! Heart pounding, Gene picks up the remaining rope and scrabbles to Sam's side. He throws the rope over Sam's middle, carefully threading it under his friend's bucking body. Those fangs, those eyes... They're so close... But he needs to make sure Sam's secure... If he gets free then--! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 08:55 PM Post #77 |
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*His prey is approaching-- Sam's eyes widen as the smell of blood gets stronger, the sound of that strong beating heart so enticing. It spurs him on to pull harder, completely ignoring the fact that the ropes are brutally cutting into his skin. The hunger is giving him strength, is almost making him drool, and another wild snarl rips free. And another Sam's relentless assault, even as Gene threads the extra rope around his midriff... the rope keeping Sam's right wrist in place is starting to splinter.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 09:09 PM Post #78 |
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*Gene works as fast as he can, bending to pull the rope around Sam's middle tight. He's too focused on Sams face - that heartbreakingly fierce look in his eyes to notice the fraying of the rope. If he can get Sam tied down properly, maybe he can help him.... Maybe if there's even a little of him left in there, maybe he can bring him back!? He's clutching at straws now, his own inability to kill Sam forcing him into a state of panicked hope. Maybe he can stop this...!?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 09:13 PM Post #79 |
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*The sound of fresh blood being pumped so rapidly through a body is enough to nearly drive Sam insane with need. His face pulls into an animalistic snarl as he hisses again, pulling more frantically, harder, harder-- The rope frays more and more, the threads unravelling faster-- And suddenly, it snaps with such force that the end of the rope whips forward and across the side of Gene's face. Sam's fist shoots forward, but the motion is too uncoordinated to come anywhere close to Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 09:23 PM Post #80 |
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*Oh god, oh god... He can't secure the rope down! And then there's a snap, Sam's fist shooting forwards! Gene flinches back with a frustrated and frightened gasp. Shit, what's happening!? Sam's breaking free!? The fear coursing through him only makes his heart pump faster as he grabs at Sam's arm, trying to hold him down. This is getting dangerous! He should just end it now! But looking at Sam's face, remembering how it looked before... Remembering the soft curve of Sam's jawline under his thumb, the dark, warm colour of his eyes as he dived into them along with a kiss... Gene can't do it. His heart hurts and it won't let him. He has to try to ride this out... Wait until Sam calms, see if there's anything salvageable of his friend left...! * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 09:34 PM Post #81 |
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*Gene's strength, formidable as it is, is no match for Sam's frantic, hunger-fuelled energy. One violent tug of his arm and he's broken free. Even in this beast-like state, Sam's mind is sharp; instead of trying to grab onto Gene again he instead grabs the other rope and yank against it with both his arms. Once, twice - and there's another loud snap. Both Sam's hands are freed now. He sits up lightning-fast, hissing in his prey's direction. His stance even as he's sitting is low, making him look like a predator rather than a human being. The energy coursing through him is almost visible in his movements, fast and yet controlled.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 09:42 PM Post #82 |
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*Sam breaks free from Gene's grip easily, sending him staggering to the side. And then before he knows it, Sam's other arm is free. For a moment Gene thinks maybe this really is it. Maybe his own weakness in not being able to finish Sam off is going to be the death of him. Sam could rip him to shreds right now... Everything about him at that moment... It looks feral. Gene knows his heart must sound like a madly ringing dinner bell to Sam right now, but there's nothing he can do about it. Out of options, Gene backs up against the wall and tries to make his way towards the bedside table where his stake is kept for protection... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 09:49 PM Post #83 |
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*His prey is backing away now... The sight of it, eyes wide, heart thudding loud as thunder, is almost enough to drive Sam insane with desire. He can smell it, can almost feel the skin giving way under his fangs... Sam tugs at the ropes that tie his ankles to the bed, but without the added leverage, even his strength won't be enough to snap the bonds. Not that this is going to keep Sam away from his prey. He bends forward, lean and flexible like an acrobat, taking one bit of the rope in his hand, the other in his mouth-- Yanks his head back-- And the rope is in two. Sam spits out the bit in his mouth, then makes short work of the other rope. He's free. In one fluid motion he shifts into a low crouch, burning red eyes following Gene's movements. And in that moment, Sam is utterly still, every muscle in his body taut like the string of a bow.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 09:53 PM Post #84 |
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*Gene watches as he moves, eyes wide. If he can just get to a stake maybe he can save himself, maybe-- But then he freezes. Sam's free. Crouched, muscles hard and tense. Gene's frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, like a deer in the eyes of a cheetah. He breathes, fingers trembling as he raises his hands in a calming motion.* Sam, please--! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 09:58 PM Post #85 |
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*There is one tiny moment, the fraction of a seconds, during which Sam seems to hesitate - the voice striking a chord somewhere deep within him... But the hunger is stronger. And what's more... Sam knows that this human isn't just tasty. He's dangerous. Sam snarls. Pounces. He collides hard with Gene, hands grabbing onto his shoulders like claws as Sam dives in, going straight for Gene's jugular.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 10:12 PM Post #86 |
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*Gene's stomach drops like a stone. Everything happens in slow motion. Sam pounces, eyes burning with animalistic hunger. And as his shadow falls over Gene, he realises. He doesn't have the strength for this. Fighting vampires when equipped for it isn't so hard - but he has a rule. Keep your distance. You let a vampire into your personal space without enough ammunition and that's it. Your throat'll be ripped open before you can blink. But here he is, totally unarmed, about to be split open in his own bedroom. By his best friend. In one last attempt to save himself, Gene raises his arms and ducks his head down, grunting as Sam's weight slams him into the floor. His shirt catches, the top buttons tearing off with the force, his old crucifix necklace swinging free from its usual confines* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 10:21 PM Post #87 |
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*It's pure luck that not only helps Gene avoid the fatal attack, but also causes Sam's fangs to miss the skin on Gene's arm by mere milimetres. Sam's jaw snaps shut audibly, and he snarls in frustration, his eyes dropping down to where Gene's throat is-- And from one moment to the other, that snarl turns into a howl of pain. To Sam's sharpened vision, the crucifix burns bright like a sun, burns. Sam flinches back, hand pressed against his eyes as even the afterimage behind his eyelids causes agony to flare in his head and through body. With his guard down like this, Sam lands in a heap on the floor a few feet away from Gene, too shocked momentarily to do anything other than try to protect his eyes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 10:28 PM Post #88 |
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*Gene's eyes are screwed shut in an attempt to block out the incoming agony of the bite - but it doesn't come. Instead he hears Sam hiss in discomfort, feels Sam's hands lift from him... And when he looks up, Sam's cowering, covering his eyes. What the--? And suddenly it hits him. His crucifix. Saved by that old thing, his almost-forgotten last line of defence. He could laugh. But he has no time for that. New hope springing forth, Gene scrambles up onto his feet, seizing the small metal cross and yanking it from his neck - and then he holds it out towards Sam, like a soldier brandishing his shield.* Sa-Sam... Don't... Don't come any closer! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 10:33 PM Post #89 |
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*At the sound of Gene's voice, Sam's head snaps up again, equal parts of fear and hatred in his eyes-- but the crucifix is still there, getting closer--! Sam is forced to turn away again with something between a hiss and a yelp, instinct causing him to scrabble away from the source of that burning pain - a pain that nearly overshadows his hunger for a moment. But he doesn't understand, how can something so small cause him this much agony?! Even attempting to turn and face his prey again results in that burning sensation to driving through him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 10:39 PM Post #90 |
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*it's working... It's working! Now if Gene can just back Sam into a corner... He slowly and cautiously drives Sam back until the creature's boxed in. And then, Gene stops. He's created a stand off. If Gene backs down, Sam will surely pounce again. His survival now depends on him holding that necklace up until Sam's transformation calms. He swallows nervously. How long is that going to take? They could be here, locked in this stand off for hours. What if Gene needs water? What if he needs to take a leak? What if it goes on for so long he falls asleep? Still trembling and breathing heavily, Gene lowers himself down to Sam's level, leaning against the wall as he sits. He's got to keep his cool. Ride this out. To move even enough to grab his stake could give Sam an opening.* Okay ....okay ....you just ...stay there, alright? You try that shit again and I'll be jamming this thing right up your arse, got that? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 10:49 PM Post #91 |
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*Sam is growing desperate to get away from that horrible burning pain, but no matter which way he goes, it follows him-- And then he's back against a corner with nowhere to go. Sam hisses in response to Gene, reflexively turning his head - but of course, he doesn't last against the power the crucifix has over him. The aggressive hiss turns into something wounded as the agony takes over once more, Sam pressing himself against the wall as though he's trying to melt into it. His eyes squeezed shut, he tries to ride it out, but the pain doesn't subside, burning into him wave after wave as Gene refuses to back down... And the next sound of agony torn from Sam isn't a hiss. It's a loud groan, Sam's voice hoarse... but it's Sam's voice, unmistakably.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 10:59 PM Post #92 |
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*it hurts Gene to do it - to cause the creature pain... It looks like Sam, has Sam's body, creases it's face in pain just like Sam does... But it isn't Sam. He needs to remember that. Except when it groan's like that. The snarling animal voice is gone, dropped for a moment, revealing very human sounding source of pain... Sam?? Gene blinks - is this it? Sam... Is he in there? Vampires always keep some traits of their human selves of course - but as time goes on those seem to disappear. The more blood they drink, the more they kill, the less of the person remains. But Sam hasn't drunk yet...! Warily, Gene lowers the cross just a little. It could be a trick... But if it really is Sam in there he needs to be able to talk to him. And if Sam's in pain he's not going to talk.* Sam... Talk to me, please... If you're in there, tell me.. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 11:04 PM Post #93 |
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*Gene doesn't receive a verbal response. Sam is still able to feel the crucifix's power, a sensation as though his blood is boiling. He doesn't look over at Gene, doesn't even attempt to raise his head again, remains pressed against the wall instead, cradling his head and eyes protectively. But he doesn't hiss again. Sam's chest is heaving with heavy breaths - a habitual reaction rather than his lungs and heart actually needing the oxygen - and he groans again, teeth clenched against the pain searing through him. Pain that is slowly, but steadily drowning out that primal hunger.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2017, 11:08 PM Post #94 |
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*no response... It feels like a trap. Is it a trap?? Gene's never been in this situation before... He waits, too scared to make any sort of move. But the sight in front of him... It breaks his heart all over again. And that thing... It sounds so much like his Sammy Boy... Gene grits his teeth, still on high alert as he encloses the crucifix in his hand and retracts it slowly, hiding it from view. He's ready to reveal it again at any moment, but... He needs to try this...* Sam... Talk to me... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2017, 11:13 PM Post #95 |
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*So caught up in this turmoil of sensations as he is, Sam doesn't even consciously realise that the crucifix is being retracted. The pain it causes recedes very slowly, clinging to his insides like so many claws. But as it does begin to retreat, it takes Sam's bloodlust with it. The next sound coming from Sam... his voice hoarse, filled with agony, confusion and fear... is words, broken and clumsy, as though Sam is only just learning how to speak.* ...... P... Please... S-stop........ Hurts.....!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2017, 08:33 PM Post #96 |
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*That voice.... the way the words are forced out... Gene's heard many angry, pained shouts from vampires before, but he's never ever heard that. He's never heard fear before... It sounded so much like Sam... Gene takes a shuddering breath. Could it really be? Is it really still Sam?? Making sure the crucifix is still hidden, Gene leans in just a tiny bit, eyes studying Sam desperately. Willing him to please, please just give him a sign he's still in there!* Okay, okay, Sam... I've put it away... it's away! Just turn yerself round and look at me! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 12 2017, 09:13 PM Post #97 |
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*Slowly, the bloodlust is forced to retreat under an onslaught of other sensations and emotions... Utter confusion, fear, so much fear... It feels as though he's been in pain for as long as he can remember, for as long as he's existed... And his body, it feels so strange - different, but in a way he can't put a finger on yet... And then, that voice. For the first time since the transformation, Sam actually registers the words... and even more so, the tone of voice. He realises who it belongs to. Still half caught in primal and instinctive behaviour and pressed into the corner, Sam reluctantly turns his head, squinting against the light. His vision is readjusting, the overly sharp edges disappearing, causing his eyes to unfocus for a few seconds. The red is slowly bleeding away... and when Sam blinks, it's gone entirely, his eyes back to their usual, golden colour. He's silent for a few seconds, warily eyeing Gene - faint aftershocks of that horrible burning pain are still running through Sam's body, and he can't trust its source not to make a return... But eventually, Sam's confusion wins over. Quietly, his voice hoarse from screaming, he stammers* .... G-Gene......? *Why does it feel so improbable that Gene would be here...? Sam doesn't understand - nothing makes sense...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2017, 10:30 PM Post #98 |
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*!!!* Yeah, Gladys, it's me... it's your Guv. *Shit, how can he tell? How can he tell this is really Sam? How does he know that the monster hasn't taken him over? The fact that he hasn't tasted blood yet - from the lore that Gene knows, the frenzied feeding can strip more of the human away from the vampire's mind - but does this mean that Sam, blood-free Sam - that he's still the same man Gene knew??* Sam... I need you to give me.. a sign... something only you'd know. Something that picky-pain of a human brain'd say... Okay?? Tell me it's you in there and nothing else! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 12 2017, 10:51 PM Post #99 |
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*Sam's eyes, still unsteady, search Gene's face as the latter speaks. Just him and... and nothing else...? Sam knows what Gene means - and at the same time, he doesn't. Everything is so confusing - his body, his mind, it all feels scrambled, and Gene looks... scared, and hopeful, and his heart is thundering away in his chest, loud enough to be distracting... Of course it's only him... who, or what else....? He can't make sense of any of this....!! Sam's lips move, but it takes him a moment to really utter words* ... wh... wh-what's going on....? *He has so many questions himself, he can't even begin to think of something that would satisfy Gene's request...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2017, 11:01 PM Post #100 |
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*No tricks, no quick response with what a monster would assume Gene wants to hear - just pure, frightened confusion. At Sam's question, Gene almost laughs out of sadness and sympathy.* It's... it's complicated. *So complicated!!* D'you remember what happened? |
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