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| Topic Started: Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM (5,793 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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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2018, 12:17 AM Post #1201 |
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*Sam flinches when Morgan's palm comes to rest against his cheek, his eyes widening. Everything, every last instinct is yelling at him to get away from his touch, from the words that seep into his mind like the true poison they are. Before Sam can think, can try to restrain himself, that instinct takes over, and he hisses in response to Morgan. And for one moment, it even looks as though Sam is going to try and bite Morgan's arms, his fangs springing out-- But he manages to hold himself back that much. Just. Either way, his message is clear enough. Dont touch us.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 12:21 AM Post #1202 |
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*Morgan quickly withdraws his hand as Sam hisses - good, he's getting riled up. The anger within him is heightening. Just what needs to happen. "Now now, Sam. There'll be plenty of time for tantrums." Without an ounce of concern, Morgan yanks the stake free from Sam's shoulder. "In fact, once I'm done with you, I'm counting on it." The stake in Sams leg is next, pulled out in one quick motion, leaving a gaping wound dripping with black.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2018, 12:26 AM Post #1203 |
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*Sam's teeth are still bared, his gaze following Morgan's motions - he looks too pleased. This can't be good. His suspicion is confirmed a moment later as Morgan yanks both stakes out. Sam screws his eyes shut against the sudden burst of pain, and he can't stop the short, agonised shout from escaping him. The second time, Sam grinds his teeth so hard that his jaw begins to hurt, but he at least manages not to make a sound. Not to give Morgan the satisfaction. And what... What is his plan...?! Actively wanting to rile Sam up? Surely he can't be trying to achieve the same thing as those other times Morgan attempted to interfere with them...?! He should know by now that it won't work...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 12:36 AM Post #1204 |
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*Gene shouts into the gag as the stakes are pulled free - he can't stand this - Sam is completely helpless... And however much he tries, he can't get Morgan's attention! Morgan examines the stakes before dropping one to the floor. "Sam, by the end of tonight you will have killed Hunt. You will have slaughtered him like you were meant to that night. And, ritual complete, you will join me as my right hand man. The role you were always meant to play." Morgan spins the stake in one hand before grabbing a fistful of Sam's hair with the other. And plunges the stake into the centre of Sam's abdomen.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2018, 12:46 AM Post #1205 |
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Gladys
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*Morgan's words chill Sam to the bone. They're spoken with auch certainty... Without even a slither of doubt... Sam's eyes open as Morgan's fingers sink into his hair, his head forced up. He knows he can't hide the horror that's taken hold of him, and somehow, the agony that follows is almost expected. Sam chokes, his body convulsing as the stake drives into him. A second later, black blood spills over his lips and down his chin. And in that moment, Sam is back at the station, back against the wall, eyes just as wide as now, in utter shock over Morgan's revelations... And the attack. The betrayal. Even if Sam wanted to, he wouldn't be able to speak right now. He coughs, feels more blood coming up, spits it out... God, if he was still human, he'd be dead by now. The thought is sickening. .... Maybe Morgan is right... Maybe he already is a monster... Sam's eyes close as he tries to ride out the pain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 12:52 AM Post #1206 |
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*Gene feels it too, the stake, driven into his abdomen. The link crackles once again, Sam's pain and fear feeding through to him sharply. Overwhelmed with protective fury, Gene screams into the cloth, yanking on his tied hands as though the pain in his wrist doesn't exist. There's nothing he can do!! Morgan let's go of the stake, leaving it embedded in Sam's body. "You can feel it, can't you. Your body trying to heal." With a grin he places his fingers on the edge of Sam's shoulder wound, feeling the sticky black substance under his fingertips. "And you know very well that the only thing able to provide that relief... Is the sweet, delicious taste of fresh human blood..." * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 15 2018, 12:58 AM Post #1207 |
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Gladys
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*Gene's protectivness, his fury wash through Sam like a warm current, providing unexpected relief, if only for a moment. Then, Morgan's presence overrides it, his words like acid, his fingers close to Sam's wound amplifying the pain. So he's really trying the same thing again... If Sam wasn't in so much pain, he would laugh. In fact, he tries to - his lips twitch and he manages one small chuckle, before grimacing with the resulting agony that shoots through him. The sensation of blood running down his chin is too familiar, almost making him choke again - but the desperate, dark amusement is still there. Sam only manages one word before blood fills his mouth again, but that one word is clear.* .... No. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 15 2018, 11:56 PM Post #1208 |
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*"No?" Morgan smiles self-assuredly. He knows Sam'll change his tune soon enough. Slowly, Morgan drags his fingers across the hole in Sam's shoulder, applying pressure... Until his fingers start to press into the wound itself, his fingertips disappearing under a surge of black blood. "All no's are time-dependant, Sam. Once your body becomes desperate.... I think you'll find that answer becomes a 'yes' faster than you'd think."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2018, 11:19 AM Post #1209 |
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Gladys
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*Even though Sam realises what's going to happen, there's nothing he can do to stop it. Morgan is far too close to him, his aura suffocating him, his words seeping into Sam's mind... For a moment, Sam can only gasp, writhing to try and get away from the mounting pressure... The pain goes deep, deeper as Morgan's fingers sink in, shooting straight through Sam's nerves and into his brain... Sam can't stop the helpless groan wrenching itself from him, his body shuddering under the assault. God, why is this happening...?! He and Gene, they'd had a blissful few weeks together, and now... Now those iron shackles are the only thing stopping Sam from collapsing entirely, he's helpless in the face of Morgan's plan, and Gene is sat there, having to listen to that monster, talking about how he's going to be killed... But... Even so... Sam knows something Morgan doesn't. He knows how the bond works. He knows it won't let him turn on Gene. So Sam chokes the words out as best as he can, through the searing agony and the blood* I-I'd-- rather-- d-die--!! *It's a promise to himself as well as Gene. They'll find a way out of this, somehow... They always have... Always...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 16 2018, 09:06 PM Post #1210 |
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*Morgan snorts. "You're already dead, Sam." Then, Morgan moves out of the way slightly, allowing Sam and Gene to see each other properly. "And that, behind me? That blood bag? That is what's keep you from dying completely." Able to see the black blood stains covering Sam, the collar around his neck, Gene swallows hard, grief and anguish etched into his face.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 16 2018, 09:31 PM Post #1211 |
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Gladys
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*Shit. Despite everything, despite what he and Gene have been through, Morgan's words still hit hard. He's a walking, talking corpse... But Gene, he gave Sam some of his humanity back, gave him some of his life... and now...! As Morgan steps aside, Sam can't help but look up, meeting Gene's gaze. And what he sees there hurts on a different, deeper level than anything Morgan could do to him. That Gene is having to witness this, to feel everything Sam has to go through... He isn't bleeding, but Sam can see it, the lines of pain etched into his face, the drawn, fatigued look... This is taking a heavy toll on Gene as well. God, Gene, I'm so... so sorry... Sam's chest is tight and heavy with sorrow as he drops his head, exhaling harshly - then coughing, causing more blood to drip down his chin. Morgan's fingers are still in his shoulder wound as well, making every motion pure agony... Sam remains silent this time - there's nothing to say. He won't give Morgan the satisfaction, and despite the pain racking his body, Sam knows there is no way he would turn on Gene. Not even now. Not even if it means he's doomed to live on in a ruin of a body.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 12:37 AM Post #1212 |
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*Gene feels Sam's apology and shakes his head in response. This isn't Sam's fault. They fell into this trap, they both did. And God, neither of them deserve this. Morgan, unhappy with the silence Sam's lapsed back into, decides to change tactics slightly. And test this odd little bond they both share at the same time. He speaks, determined to get Sam talking again. "Tell me, Sam. You and Hunt... This 'bond' you share... How does it work, exactly?" As he speaks, Morgan slowly begins to step towards Gene, walking round behind his chair, looking down at him as though he's a particularly interesting piece of meat. "Judging by the pathetic noises he was making, you share physical sensations now. Is that right?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 11:02 AM Post #1213 |
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*Sam can't help but look up as Morgan speaks again, as he... Moves away....? Oh, no... No...! Sam's eyes widen, and for the first time since he woke up in this crypt, he consciously fights the shackles holding him in place, as if trying to follow where Morgan is going. Even though it hurts, his shoulder screaming, blood dripping from his wounds, Sam doesn't stop-- Morgan can't shift his focus on Gene, it's the one thing Sam was trying to prevent...!* Don't-- don't touch him...!! *There's an edge to Sam's voice, the red in his eyes flickering and flaring. Morgan already knows that they both share each others' physical sensations... It's a rethorical question... And Morgan's tone of voice is setting off thousand alarm bells, Sam's instincts yelling at him to protect Gene at all cost--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 12:13 PM Post #1214 |
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*Ahh, this is more the reaction Morgan was hoping for. He wants Sam wound up, his temper at breaking point. He's been a vampire for long enough to know what gets the bloodlust pumping, the red mist descending in front of their eyes. And he has just the thing. Ignoring Sam's demands, Morgan crouches down at Gene's side, eyes never leaving Sam's. "That isn't an answer, Sam." But he will get his answer, even though he already knows it. The point of this is to make Sam realise he has no option but to obey. Do do as he's told. To answer questions and become his subserviant. That's the main aim of this, of course. So Morgan reaches behind Gene and wraps his fingers around Gene's own ruined hand - pauses to drink in the fear radiating from both his captives - and squeezes hard until he feels something else crack. Gene is merely an object here - all concentration is on Sam. Gene's shudder and muffled yell, his spasm and struggles against the ropes all go unnoticed. It's Sam's second hand pain Morgan is fascinated by.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 12:33 PM Post #1215 |
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*No, no, no no no no no...!! Sam's movements become more frantic with every passing second, his as yet unhurt arm yanking and pushing against the huge cuff let into the wall. This isn't just for show - Sam really is trying to break free, regardless of what the effort is doing to his body. When Morgan's hand touches Gene's, Sam feels it, the ice cold fingers, closing around his hand, and he shouts, his voice on the verge of breaking* No, stop, STOP-- *Then, pressure around his right hand, squeezing hard-- Sam's shout turns into an agonised yell as another of Gene's bones breaks, his own hand spasming with the crack. And once again, the bond falters, for the fraction of a second. It leaves Sam gasping, hanging in his bonds as he's having to ride out the pain of both his own and Gene's injuries. His bare upper body is all but coated in black blood by now.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 01:07 PM Post #1216 |
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*The pleasure radiating off of Morgan must surely reach Sam - the sound of both of their shouts in harmony, it's exactly what he wanted to hear. "Now Sam, shh, shh.... If you'd answered, there would have been no need for that. Understand? That was your mistake, I'm afraid." Beside him, Gene is trembling, eyes screwed shut as he tries to block out the vampire next to him. The situation feels so hopeless - and even if they do manage to escape somehow, he'll never be able to use his hand the same way again. The damage must be too great by now... The agony shooting up and down his entire arm is unmistakable. Satisfied with this reaction, Morgan edges a little closer to Gene, angling himself so that he's just behind his shoulder. "Mmmh.... You can hear it, can't you? That rush of blood? Hear how it surges whenever I touch him?" To emphasise, Morgan wraps his hand into Gene's hair and pulls his head aside to expose his neck, lowering his lips closer until his cold breath ghosts off of Gene's skin. And true enough, in response Gene's hair stands on end, his breath hitching and that surge of dread causing his heart to beat faster, harder. "You hear it, don't you Sam?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 01:25 PM Post #1217 |
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*Morgan's words hit him like so many poisoned arrows. His fault... If he'd just answered... That Gene wouldn't be Morgan's target now, wouldn't be shuddering with agony... His arm isn't beyond repair, not if Sam gets a chance to help him heal up, but right now it seems completely impossible. Impossible that they'll ever escape with both their lives... Sam wants to look away, to block it all out - to hide the way tears spring to his eyes - but he can't, not as Morgan leans down, getting closer to Gene's neck. A jolt runs through him, that deep instinct to protect flaring up viciously. Another vampire, so close to his bonded partner, so close to biting him... It's the biggest red flag. Because yes, he can feel it. He feels Gene's heart as if it was his own, racing with panic, fear flooding his body. It's unbearable, unacceptable. Morgan can't kill him. He can't. Sam rears up against the shackles once again, instinct taking over. It's a last-ditch effort, Sam's limbs trembling as he pushes against the iron with all his might - and there, unmistakable, a loud creak coming from the wall, the stone and iron groaning under Sam's assault. And as he pulls, Sam screams* HE'S MINE, YOU BASTARD, HE'S MINE!!!! *The three remaining vampires, having been silently watching all this time, enjoying Morgan's powerplay, begin to stir. This is... There's a lot of things happening right now. Sam's aura has all but exploded, filling the atmosphere. And his continued insolence, refusing to give Morgan the respect he deserves... It's all too improbable. And then, of course, there's the blood bag in the middle of the room. Morgan has been trying to entice Sam, but the rush of blood and pheromones isn't lost on the other vampires either.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 02:06 PM Post #1218 |
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*Morgan hears the creaking of the shackles holding Sam, senses his minions tensing ready to intervene - but Morgan knows what he's doing. He holds up a hand, ordering his goons to stay put. Then, slowly, Morgan lowers his hand. Produces a small knife from his pocket. Holds it hard against the back of Gene's ear, arm tense and ready to push. "Sam, calm yourself. Do I really need to tell you what'll happen if you don't?" Morgan's face is hard now. His eyes boring into Sam, his persuasive power at a high. "You're right. He is yours. Yours to take. Yours to drink. He's your kill. I'm not going to take that away from you. But Sam, let me be clear. The kill may be yours, but the final blow only. I know many ways to cause damage without endangering human life. And I will utilise them of necessary."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 02:17 PM Post #1219 |
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!!!!!! *Sam glares back at Morgan, his eyes wide and blazing, expression pulled into a feral snarl with his fangs exposed. But he feels the knife, pressed against Gene's ear. Understands the threat. At this moment, two instincts are warring within him. He wants nothing more than to free himself and throw himself at Morgan, to rip him to shreds. To scoop Gene up and carry him to safety, someplace they can hide and heal, recover from this insane nightmare. But he knows that Morgan's threat isn't empty. He would cut off that ear without a moment's hesitation. That is a danger Sam can't ignore. The look of utter feral rage changes, becomes something more fearful, panicked. He needs to stop this, he needs to get Morgan away from Gene, right now...! Voice rough, Sam grits out the words as though he's having to wrestle down his animal instincts* I-I can't... I can't! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 02:20 PM Post #1220 |
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*Morgan shakes his head. "You know that isn't true. You were born for this. I created you for this." Then, an idea strikes him. Morgan frowns curiously. "Sam. Push that human poison away. Let me talk to the vampire. One to one."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 02:26 PM Post #1221 |
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Gladys
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*Sam squeezes his eyes shut, his head aching under the effort of trying to resist Morgan, while at the same time making sure Gene doesn't come to any more harm. But it seems impossible, and he knows he'll be putting them in even more danger if he submits to Morgan even the smallest bit, but what choice does he have?! He can't, he can't do this...! Sam sags slightly. Then, when he opens his eyes again, it's clear that he's let the vampire take the reins... For now. However, his expression remains unchanged, the protectiveness flaring and surging, fighting against Morgan's suffocating aura. But Sam remains silent, waiting for Morgan's next question. Any wrong move, even the wrong word could mean torture for Gene. He can't let that happen.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 02:33 PM Post #1222 |
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*Aha. There we go. Sam's aura shifts once more, and Morgan can tell the eyes he's staring into belong to one of his own. "Ahh. Hello again, my child." Morgan doesn't let up, the knife still pressing hard against the back of Gene's ear, a warning to the vampire that his threat is real. Though whether it'll have the same impact now he's speaking to a fellow vampire properly? That's something Morgan is interested to find out. "Tell me. You really care what happens to this thing? He's ruined you. He's stunted your growth. Domesticated you. Robbed you of your freedom. Aren't you furious?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 02:44 PM Post #1223 |
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*Sam bristles. Morgan's attitude has shifted ever so slightly, and the way he's talking to him now is almost worse than the pure cruelty. Sam's eyes shift to Gene's, taking in the pain and the fear he sees there... The pain and fear he feels. The emotions, the blood rushing, the heart beating, fast and strong... It's with his eyes on Gene - he refuses to give this moment to Morgan, he refuses to - that Sam speaks again, voice shaking with anger, with anguish, with desperation* H-he gave me life. He gave me back what-- what you-- *Here he does look at Morgan, hatred in his gaze* -- stole from me. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 02:55 PM Post #1224 |
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*Morgan blinks, his lip twitching. This can't be the vampire talking, surely? The vampire is his creation. It has no soul. Could Hunt have really infected him so deeply that the vampire itself is believing his lies? Or is Sam holding back? Is the human still in there, listening in? Morgan moves the knife just a touch, slicing just enough for a trickle of blood to snake its way down Gene's neck. "Sam, I told you. The human in you. Put. It. Away."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 03:05 PM Post #1225 |
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*Sam winces at the sharp pain behind his ear, his eyes widening-- no, no!!* No, please-- *Sam breaks off, gritting his teeth. He can't mess this up, he mustn't provoke Morgan further...!* Y-you don't understand. The-- the bond between human and v-vampire is m-mutual. Wholly. We're... We're one, now. We e-exist as one. *God, it's hard to even articulate this, especially while he's having to endure this kind of torture... The stake is still embedded in his abdomen, tearing at his flesh whenever Sam moves, and the bloody collar is even worse...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 07:02 PM Post #1226 |
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*They're one entity...? The vampire and Sam have... combined...? Morgan watches Sam with confusion, holding the knife exactly where it is, digging in but unmoving. Sam sounds honest. Sincere. It's extremely clear that he doesn't want any further harm to come to Hunt, as baffling as that is for Morgan. After a long pause, Morgan removes the knife, still holding Gene's head at an angle, fist in his hair. Gene swallows visibly, his tentative relief fluttering across the link. He wants to scream at Sam - Just agree, just agree to do what he wants - agree to join him and find a way out afterwards! Forget about me and act your way out of this! But equally, he doesn't want to die. He needs to be there for Sam... Needs to keep him safe, keep him and the vampire from falling into the dark pit that Morgan's preparing him for. His insides clench with the conflict. He doesn't know what to do. Morgan narrows his eyes, silent. If Sam and the vampire - the human and the monster, if they're both entwined in this way now... He has no choice. The human is like a cancer - he needs to remove it. Needs to complete the ritual that Hunt interrupted at the start. Sam needs to kill. Morgan slides his eyes down to Gene's neck once more - the pulse beating there, filling the air with the scent of rich blood and delicious adrenaline... He raises the knife again and holds it against Gene's cheek. "The human has infected you, Sam. It's like a tumour, left to grow until it takes over. But lucky for you, I'm going to remove it." In a flash, Morgan slashes the blade across Gene's cheek, holding the knife at the edge of the wound as the blood spills over it, coating the metal in deep red. Gene flinches as he feels the searing pain across his face, a strangled gasp stifled by the gag. What's happening!? He thought... he thought Morgan wasn't going to--??* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 07:55 PM Post #1227 |
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*The seconds of silence stretch, Sam caught in Morgan's assessing gaze. He's clearly trying to comprehend what Sam just told him - seriously thinking about it... Maybe... Maybe they'll get somewhere this way... But then, Morgan arrives at a conclusion, and Sam just knows it isn't in their favour. And his words... No... No, this can't...* No, no, please-- wait--!! *The slash to Gene's cheek cuts Sam off, makes him squeeze his eyes shut as his head snaps to the side. However, Sam's attention is drawn back immediately by... Gene's blood. No. Sam's eyes are wide as he stares at Morgan and Gene. His body is thrumming - his instincts are screaming at him once more to throw himself at Morgan, to hurt him, make him pay for spilling Gene's precious blood. He barely manages to keep a grip on that, remembering what happened before. If he doesn't want any more of Gene's blood dripping onto the stone floor, he needs to keep it together. And so he just glares at Morgan, hostility radiating off him in waves.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 09:59 PM Post #1228 |
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*Morgan's actions may look nothing but malicious - but there's a purpose them. Ignoring Gene's distressed huffs of breath, Morgan smears the knife across Gene's cheek, gathering as much blood on the blade as he can. Then, he roughly lets go of Gene's head and stands, knife held outwards. He keeps walking until he's face to face with Sam, spilling nothing from the knife. And as he halts, he commands, voice hard and demanding. "Open your mouth, Sam. Let me see those fangs."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 17 2018, 10:25 PM Post #1229 |
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*Realisation hits Sam like a sledgehammer the moment Morgan lets go of Gene. He has about a moment to prepare himself for the smell-- and then, he gags softly. This-- what--?! The closer Morgan gets, the stronger the smell becomes - pungent, absolutely repulsive - to the point that Sam has to turn his face away and force himself not to breathe. Morgan's voice gets into his brain, making him want to follow the command, but--* *through clenched teeth* I-I-- please, I c-can't--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 17 2018, 10:42 PM Post #1230 |
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*Morgan grits his teeth - he'd thought that Sam would be gagging for blood by now, but he almost seems to be repulsed by it. He doesn't understand. And that makes him frustrated. In a low, dangerous voice Morgan hisses. "Sam, you open your mouth right now or I'll drive this knife directly into it by force." Then, remembering Sam's reaction to his previous threat- "Or I can bring you something a bit more meaty!" To punctuate this, Morgan seizes Sam's ear - the same one he'd started to cut on Gene. A clear threat to finish what he'd started.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2018, 10:17 AM Post #1231 |
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*Sam flinches at Morgan's threat - and gags again, having accidentally taken a breath. How can a smell like that exist--?! Now that the blood is practically in front of him, it's making Sam's eyes water. But then, Morgan's hand takes a hold of his ear, and even as he screws his eyes shut, Sam understands. If he doesn't do this, Gene is going to suffer the consequences... And even if that means having to drink his precious blood... Sam has to do it. Sam turns his head back reluctantly. His eyes remain shut, as though that's going to help him block out the smell wafting up from the knife. Sam swallow hard, then finally opens his mouth and parts his teeth, fangs glinting dully. But as he does this, humiliation and shame burns through him - he's beginning to give in to Morgan's demands... Somewhere at the back of his mind, Sam realises that this is a turning point. He's losing this fight.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 18 2018, 05:09 PM Post #1232 |
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*Morgan waits for Sam to open his mouth just enough before he pushed the knife forwards, sliding it into Sam's mouth. He holds it flat against Sam's tongue, tilting it so that the liquid spills. And in a hard voice, Morgan commands. "Suck it."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 18 2018, 05:38 PM Post #1233 |
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*Oh God... There's something so wrong about this situation that it makes Sam shudder. The knife cuts into his tongue, and though it doesn't hurt, it feels horrible, invasive. And then there's the blood itself, hot against his tongue... The smell is gone now, and instead, there's that taste Sam remembers... Sam makes a soft sound at the back of his throat, half gagging and half sob. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want Gene to have to witness it. He doesn't want to follow Morgan's command. And yet, he has to. There is no other choice. He isn't strong enough anymore to withstand Morgan's power of persuasion. Sam's lips close around the knife as he gingerly licks it, his eyes still closed, brow creased in pain and anguish as he forces himself to swallow.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 12:57 AM Post #1234 |
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*Morgan feels Sam's tongue moving against the knife, but still he holds it there, making sure that Sam has no choice but to really taste it. To savour it. To let it begin to bring out his animal instincts. "There, Sam... Feel that? The warmth... The life in it... Don't you just want to sink into it? Let go? Let it take control?" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2018, 09:47 AM Post #1235 |
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*Yes, Sam can feel it. Very distant, at the back of his mind... That desire awakening again. He'd managed to suppress it, ignore it, with Gene's help... But now the taste is becoming overwhelming, sweet and savoury at the same time, containing everything Sam could ever want... ... And he wants more... But this is still Gene's blood. And the bond is still there, despite Morgan's best efforts. And so, in spite of that slowly awakening instinct, Sam wants nothing more than to pull back, to spit the blood back out, right in Morgan's face--! Sam shakes his head, minutely. He doesn't need the blood, not when Gene manages to give Sam all those things - the warmth and life - in different ways. Maybe if... If he managed to explain to Morgan... Maybe he would understand... So he opens his eyes, forcing himself to meet Morgan's gaze. Implores him silently to let him try and explain...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 09:56 PM Post #1236 |
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*Despite the shake of Sam's head, Morgan can tell the blood is having some kind of effect. And even though Sam's body language is saying otherwise, Morgan feels confident that he's in th emiddle of a breakthrough. But Sam's defiance still makes him curious. So he slowly slides the clean knife from between Sam's lips. "You have to admit. It tastes good."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2018, 10:08 PM Post #1237 |
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*Sam remains unmoving as Morgan finally retracts the knife, as it slides out. He can't, however, stop himself from licking his lips afterwards, and he hates himself for it. Sam's voice is rough, he barely manages to raise it to speak, but still he tries, because he knows this most likely his last chance to talk his way out of this. If... If Morgan really cares for his "child", as he called Sam - the vampire - then... Then maybe...* .... It... It does. But I-- I don't need it. *Sam holds Morgan's gaze, putting all the willpower he has left into his words, and everything else that might help him convince Morgan. A small shudder, and Sam lets himself go, lets his vampiric side take control. If the vampire can't sway Morgan, then... Then they've lost.* I don't need it... Because I have him. *Even though it hurts, the spikes on the inside of the collar pushing deep into his skin, Sam makes the effort of nodding at Gene.* The bond is a substitute. Just... Just being close... That's what gives me the... The life and... warmth. *It's clear that talking causes Sam pain as well - black blood keeps dripping from his lips, down his chin and onto his chest - but he has to keep going.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 10:28 PM Post #1238 |
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*Gene can hardly believe his ears as Sam speaks - even he had half expected that to be it. For his blood to trigger something in Sam that he couldn't help. But here he is, explaining how Gene himself acts as a substitute for blood. That just Gene, the human, is enough. A wave of emotion hits Gene, his teeth biting into the tight gag to try and contain it. But he can already feel his face growing hot, his eyes prickling. And not only from the gratitude and humility of realising just how powerful their bond really is - but because he knows that Sam's just given Morgan every reason to continue. Every reason to make Sam hurt until he's mindless with pain. Between them, Morgan turns cold. Sam's telling the truth. His need for blood seems to have dissipated, this perverted little arrangement between him the human having replaced his need. it's even worse than Morgan thought. But it's not over yet. Sam admitted it tasted good. So there is still a chance. He'll just have to make Sam crave it. Voice hard, Morgan hisses. "Sam. I'm so sorry. But you're sick. That pathetic bloodbag - he's given you a disease. You're infected. He's turned you into an abomination. But I can save you. And I will." Grim, Morgan grabs hold of the stake in Sam's abdomen, pulling it out slowly. "I'm going to make you hurt, Sam. I'll bleed this infection out of you. And once it's out, you'll feed." He presses the stake against Sam's jugular, jabbing the sharp point in just enough to simulate teeth grazing him. "You'll tear Hunt's throat out without so much as a thought. And this 'connection' you value so highly? You'll spill it across the concrete."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2018, 10:47 PM Post #1239 |
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*For one endless moment, Sam's attention shifts to Gene, and during that moment it feels as though they're both floating in space, almost touching, but forever out of reach. And his emotions... They hit Sam as well. The gratitude, overwhelming... And dread. Ice cold, acidic dread. Sam's eyes widen slightly - then, he's back in his shackles, caught in Morgan's hard gaze. His aura has turned... Deadly. Oh... Oh god... Before Sam can so much as protest, the stake in his stomach moves, stealing away Sam's voice. A sickening, wet groan escapes him as fresh blood fills his mouth and spills over... Then, the tip of the stake is pressed against his jugular, freezing him in place like an icicle. But what's even worse are Morgan's words. Panic begins to throb through Sam. This is the exact opposite of what he wanted...! Racked with pain, eyes wide, he gasps* N-no, no, wait-- d-don't you see?! It's a-- a gift! That hunger, it's j-just-- gone! H-his heart is mine, his b-blood is mine, a-and I'm free of that-- that urge--! *if he can just... Make Morgan understand.... That this would be a god-sent for vampires everywhere... Free from that horrible hunger, the never ending thirst that burns through each of them...! He has to stop this... Because if Morgan does this, if he really manages to force him into-- into killing Gene... The mere thought makes Sam's mind go blank for a moment with utter dread.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 10:57 PM Post #1240 |
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*Morgan draws his fist back and strikes Sam hard across the face, stopping his tirade in its tracks. "A gift!? It's a curse! You're subverting the very nature of vampirism itself!" Stake still in his hand, Morgan grabs hold of the collar round Sam's neck and gives it a shake. "His blood isn't yours! Not until you take it!" Again, Morgan strikes Sam, directly in the stomach, pounding a fist into the wound already there. And with each blow, Gene chokes. Racked with despair and pain and unable to spare Sam from any of this.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2018, 11:05 PM Post #1241 |
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*Even though it shouldn't, the punch comes unexpected. The side of Sam's face hits the wall behind him with a crack, leaving him dazed - until the hand closes around the collar and shakes it, driving the spikes even deeper into Sam's skin. That's when the last scrap of hope he's been holding onto dissipates. Morgan's fist buries itself in Sam's abdomen, and he retches a stream of blood as he doubles over as far as the shackles allow, pain consuming him. That's when Sam loses hold of the bond for the first time. Suddenly, there's a void, emptiness and agony. Sam groans, panicking further, trying to call out to Gene, but no words make it past the blood. The connection is back a moment later, Gene's despair washing over him, but the damage is done - Sam's grip on himself is beginning to weaken.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 11:13 PM Post #1242 |
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*Gene shouts, no words making it past the cloth in his mouth - the bond flickers and oh god, is this it? Is Sam starting to lose himself? It disappears and then connects again, Gene's heart almost stopping as it does. And then he gasps again - Morgan raising the stake again and driving it down into the top of Sam's already injured shoulder. And god, the amount of blood Sam's losing.... Gene knows blood loss alone won't kill Sam, but it'll make him weak. It's a permanent injury unless Sam drinks... and with how wrecked Sam's body is now, just a sip won't do it. He'll have to drain someone.... His thoughts are interrupted again as Morgan wrenches the stake free and slams it into Sam's side. Gene jerks at the explosion of pain, whimpering into the gag. Oh god, Sam, I'm so sorry, I can't do anything, I can't do anything!! He screams at Morgan, his voice breaking as he tries desperately to spit the gag out, to form words - to try and distract Morgan from Sam for a moment at least!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 19 2018, 11:28 PM Post #1243 |
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*Sam doesn't get a chance to recover, to even catch his breath-- pain, pain everywhere, slamming into his already ruined shoulder, making him think for a moment that Morgan's gone and severed that arm entirely. Then it's pulled out, and a second later it sinks into his side. His throat feels so raw, and it takes Sam a moment to realise that it's because he's screaming, screaming and coughing up even more blood, so much blood... His voice breaks though, making him wheeze and sob, Gene's name on his lips - Sam can hear his voice, muffled as it is, before it breaks too, and his tries to cling to that, tries with everything he's got to hold the bond together, to hold onto Gene's presence-- a desperate, mental embrace, as the agony tries to pull him back and away, clawing at his sanity...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 19 2018, 11:39 PM Post #1244 |
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*it's working - Morgan can see Sam breaking. He's grinding him down, physically and mentally - he can feel it. He just needs a bit more--! Leaving the stake in Sam's side, Morgan draws out the knife again, turning and marching up to Gene once more. He seizes Gene's hair just like last time, yanking his head aside and slashes at his face again, just underneath the inital clotted cut. Not leaving any gaps for either of them to recover, Morgan drops the knife and rubs his fingers against the new dribble of blood, scooping up as much as he can - and then in an instant he's back in front of Sam, smearing the healing, life-giving blood messily across Sam's lips. "Lick it up, Sam! Listen to your body! It needs this!!" Keeping things moving as fast and as frantically as he can, Morgan then crosses the room and picks up one of the crosses they'd found in Gene's possession. "The human in front of you - he's full of this. Brimming with it. Don't you just want to gorge yourself on him?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2018, 09:05 AM Post #1245 |
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*The fresh cut barely registers for Sam - the bond keeps flickering, and the pain keeps coming, crashing against him again and again, leaving him shaking in his bonds. Cold fingers on his lips, spreading something hot, foul-smelling - Sam jerks his head away, but the motion is weak, makes him whimper, and then instinct and desperate need take over, and he licks at the liquid, feeling that little bit of relief... But it isn't enough, it's no more than a droplet of water in a desert of utter pain. Morgan's words make it through to Sam's brain, make him sob again without even realising that he's doing it. This is too much-- he can't cope... Gene is barely there, Sam can't hide away in the sensation of his presence like he longs to, can't find the solace and comfort he so desperately needs... Sam coughs and spits out blood, both his own and Gene's. His body is a ruin, barely letting him string two words together. He can't even see properly... His vision is becoming blurry, everything tinged in red. Where's Gene...? Unable to see what Morgan is doing, Sam just about manages to whisper* D-don't-- please--! *Another sob, and then, even more pleading, pitiful* G-Gene....! *Help me-- I'm sorry, I can't, I'm losing-- please help me...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2018, 11:51 AM Post #1246 |
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*Gene can barely breathe through the onslaught, the connection they share flickering unbearably. Any moment now it feels like it'll break altogether. And Sam's plea - Gene can't do a thing to help. He can pull on his ropes as much as he wants, but they were tied by vampires. They're just too tight...! I'm trying, Sam, god I'm trying!! Morgan can sense the distress radiating from his two captives, and all it does is spur him on. He raises the crucifix, holding it close to Sam's face, ensuring he can feel the pressure of its aura. "You're almost there, Sam - I can see it in your eyes! Let it GO!!" And with that, Morgan shoves the cross against Sam's face, the sound afterwards sizzling like bacon. The wood burns, small tendrils of smoke rising from Sam's skin. This should do it... this has got to be unbearable by now. Morgan WILL win. Gene WILL die, and Sam WILL become Morgan's right hand man - the role he was born to play.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2018, 01:28 PM Post #1247 |
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*As Morgan advances, Sam already feels it - the searing pain that only a crucifix brings. He forces his eyes open just long enough to see... See the figure approaching, holding what looks like a ball of molten lava. It burns his eyes, and Sam screws them shut again with a groan. Jesus, this... It's getting worse, the closer Morgan gets, and he's showing no sign of stopping...!* N-no, no, no no no no...! *Then he's so close, inches away from Sam's face. Sam can't stop himself, he's writhing in his bonds, trying to put more distance between himself and the crucifix, groaning at the sensation of unbearable heat, searing through him, driving him all but insane-- And then, a split second before it happens, Sam realises. This is it. This is going to break him. It's going to be the worst pain he's ever felt. And if he keeps clinging on, Gene is going to feel it too. I-- I'm sorry...! For everything... And Sam lets go. Pushes Gene away. The pain hits him - him alone. And it's as if Morgan is pressing Sam's face against the surface of the sun. The scream that wrenches itself from Sam's chest doesn't sound human. He's jerking against the shackles, still desperatelt trying to get away, but it's no use. White lights explode behind his eyes, blinding him, burning through his skull. And the smell - his own burning skin - he can't... God, he can't....! Sam's head bangs against the wall as he tries to escape, his arms pulling against the shackles - but his body can't cope with that kind of onslaught anymore. Already weakened from Gene's injury, Sam's right wrist breaks, rendering his entire arm useless. And still he screams, because there's nothing else he can do, no other way to deal with the agony.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2018, 10:46 PM Post #1248 |
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*Morgan sees it - that break. Sam's scream almost hurts his ears its so loud. It's delicious. Because he knows what that signals. It means he's won. Sam doesn't even sound human any more. Exactly what he's after. Now one more thing to really get Sam going. Morgan gets up close to Sam's face and hisses. "Last chance, Sam! You have two options now. Either you kill him..." He presses the cross against Sams face harder, voice loud and shrill. "... Or I stake you right now! Take your precious human, break his arms and legs, sew an IV into his artery and use him as a blood bag until his heart gives out. I've done it before, Sam - some last years! Drain 'em' til they're on the brink, again and again and again!" At last, he rips the cross away from Sam's face. "You ever used a wine box, Sam? It pours out so nice and smooth..." That has to have done it. The thought of a human, trussed up and helpless, attached to a tap that pours out blood, his own personal blood dispenser - it's like a kink in itself. If Morgan had a heart, it'd beat again at that thought. Sure that he's planted enough images in Sams mind, Morgan wrenches the shackles around Sam's left wrist open - and then the right. He steps back as Sam's body falls, nothing to hold it up any more. And as he does, he shouts loudly, frenzied in his tone. "Sam, take it! Take what you need!! It's right there on a plate! Take him NOW!" Gene can only watch in absolute horror - the link is severed. Sam blocked him just before the cross hit. Gene can't feel Sam any more... All he can feel is terror and that awful void in his soul where Sam is meant to be. He shouts in desperation and anger as Sam screams - and then listens to Morgan's plans for him, mortified. That sounds... Sounds like hell on earth.... And then Morgan triumphantly lets Sam free. Oh god, does this mean-- is Sam--!? Gene's chest feels tight, his heart about to burst from his chest. Sam, no! No, no, you have to resist it! Run!! Run while you have the chance!! * Edited by Gene Hunt, Jan 20 2018, 10:58 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 20 2018, 11:16 PM Post #1249 |
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*With the void left in the wake of the severed bond, Sam is absolutely helpless faced with Morgan's cruelty. The words Hammer home, filling that void with black horror and despair. The cross all but sinks into his skin, blood beginning to pour from his closed eye, running down his face like black tears. And still he screams, as if to drown out Morgan's words. It's useless. The image appears in his tortured mind - Gene, rotting away in a crypt just like this one, bones and mind broken, serving as a blood bank... And it would... It would be Sam's fault... Because he made the wrong choice........... It's too much. Sam, both human and vampire, loses his grip, falls into blackness, just as his body hits the ground, the scream ending abruptly. Blood is pouring from his wounds, half his face burned, one eye a blind mess of red and black as he blinks, groans, spits and hisses, blood dripping from his bared fangs. At this moment, this is just Sam's body, inhabited by something desperate and deadly. A body that needs something to heal itself. And that something is sat across the room, smelling so alluring. He needs it, oh god, he needs it. The creature drags itself forward, but it's slow going. One leg refuses to take any weight, one arm drags along uselessly, and its muscle are too weak, too damaged to even walk on all fours. By all accounts, this body should be entirely unable to move. And yet, leaving a smear of black blood in its wake, it steadily advances on Gene, clawing its way across the stone floor. It's a horrible, pitiful sight, almost unreal.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 20 2018, 11:24 PM Post #1250 |
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*Oh god... Oh god... Gene pushes his heels into the ground, instinctively trying to back up - the sight in front of him, it's like a nightmare. This broken body, dragging itself towards him, black blood pouring from holes all over it... This isn't Sam any more. The chair scrapes against the floor as he tries to get even another metre between him and the monster before him, wide eyes fixed on the ruined face advancing on him. Through the gag he tries to shout.* Sam! Stop!! It's me! It's ME!! *But the sound comes out completely muffled. Sam probably wouldn't be able to hear them anyway. Chest heaving, Gene can do nothing but continue to try and scrabble himself backwards away from the advancing nightmare. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 10:19 AM Post #1251 |
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*Gene's muffled yelling has no effect on the creature. It's in pain, such horrible, debilitating agony, all severed nerves, dislocated and broken limbs, losing all that blood without being granted the mercy of dying... It needs to do something, or else it will go completely insane. Gene can scrabble back all he wants - it doesn't stop the creature. Its advance is steady, and Gene's muffled protest even seems to be spurring it on. This is what it needs, this is what's going to put an end to that pain... Finally it reaches out, its snarls wet with blood, and takes hold of Gene's ankle. Its grip is surprisingly strong, fuelled by its need. The one eye that isn't ruined, staring up at Gene without really seeing him, is burning so intensely that it looks as though there's nothing but red, standing out against all the black. And slowly, insistently, it begins to pull itself up by Gene's leg.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2018, 08:50 PM Post #1252 |
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*Gene whines, pressing himself hard back in the chair - Sam's so close, his hand tight around Gene's ankle, that frightening face looming into view. Unrecognisable as Gene's partner, Sam's face is covered with thick black blood, his one unharmed eye shining deadly red. It's the most disturbing thing he's ever seen - and knowing that it's crawling up his leg with his neck in its sights is enough to start Gene pleading.* Sam, n-no, no, Sam, please...! *The gag renders Gene's cries useless - but he can't stop. If Sam does this... He's going to stay like this forever... He'll be a monster... Gene will have failed him. All that work, all the progress Sam made.... All gone. And along with that... Gene won't be there to help him afterwards. These may well be the very last moments of his own life. Feeling utterly sick and paralysed with terror, Gene watches with wide eyes, helpless * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 08:57 PM Post #1253 |
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*Gene's fear sets his heart racing, blood pumping... it's like music to the creature's tortured mind. A promise of relief. It pulls itself up further, its urge so strong that it ignores the excruciating pain in its other, ruined arm, using that as well to grab onto Gene's thighs, his arms. Broken bones crack further, blood endlessly welling up from the wounds left by the stake - the stake that's still embedded in the creature's side. And there, the one, most vulnerable spot - Gene's jugular. It's pulsing away, hot and inviting, practically begging to be torn open... Completely ignoring Gene's cries, the creature's jaws open wide, eye flashing... And with a sharp snap, its fangs sink into Gene's skin. Hanging on as best as it can, the creature begins to drink. It's clumsy, greedy, blood spilling down Gene's body immediately as the creature slips slightly and has to pull itself back up... but its teeth remain buried where they are, and its gulps are well audible. Finally, the vampire is feeding.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2018, 09:14 PM Post #1254 |
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*Gene cranes his head away as the thing gets closer, eye burning with something animalistic, the black liquid smearing over his thighs... Gene's eyes widen. This is it. This is the end of him. All hope is lost... For both him and Sam. Through the link that isn't there any more, Gene whispers. I'm so sorry, Sam... I failed you... The fangs tear into his neck, the body attached to them scrabbling to gain purchase on his blood-slicked clothes. The bite this time is different to the last time... When Gene gave Sam his blood voluntarily, the vampire was serious, yes... But it wasn't tearing at him like this. It wasn't aiming to kill. This is different. Death is its intent from the start. Gene's death. The colour drains from Gene's face. The same sensation is there - that bruising, sucking pressure, draining his blood from his body... But this time... It's painful. Excruciating. Gene can't help but writhe, moving as much as he can in his bonds to try and draw his wounded neck away from the gnashing Jaws of death. Muffled, Gene's screams come out jumbled.* SAM, STOP!! STOP!!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 09:22 PM Post #1255 |
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*The creature doesn't listen. With every mouthful of Gene's blood, its grip strengthens - it's healing. Finally, the mercy it's been craving for what feels like forever. The vampire draws itself up further, its damaged hand sinking into Gene's hair and pulling his head to the side, to gain further access, and to stop its prey from moving so much. It needs all the blood it can get - it doesn't know that the amount Gene has to offer won't be enough to fully heal it. For now, though, it continues to drink, reveling in the sensation of the hot liquid sliding down its abused throat. And though the results are not yet visible, the blood is doing its job. Slowly, ever so slowly, the creature's wounds begin to close, its body restoring itself cell by cell. And with that restoration comes another sensation. Something... something is gnawing at the creature, from deep within. It's easy to ignore that feeling for now, while the taste of blood is feeling its mouth, satisfying every craving the creature has ever felt in its life. But the sensation persists.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2018, 09:47 PM Post #1256 |
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*Gene's pleas become a hopeless groan as the blood loss starts to hit. Sam's hand is in his hair now, yanking his head to the side. And it hurts - his torn skin is jostled and stretched, the jaws clamped down on him only tightening. He can feel them - the fangs, inside him. And God, he knows Sam wouldn't want this. He's going to be mortified when he realises what he's done... A strong wave of weakness washes over him - he doesn't even have the strength to resist any more. His hands feel numb... In fact, his whole body feels numb. Cold. He swallows dryly, the motion rippling against the teeth embedded in his veins... It feels as though he's being sucked through the floor. Into the darkness. His body trembles, an attempt by his oxygen starved body to get some blood flowing - but his organs are already beginning to hurt. To churn. There isn't enough blood getting to them. Everything aches... Gene's voice is torn as it croaks once more, a mere noise choked into the fabric.* S-stop.... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 10:02 PM Post #1257 |
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*The creature continues to drink, mercilessly draining Gene of his precious blood. The weaker Gene's heart becomes, the harder the vampire sucks to get the blood out. Black and red mingle between their bodies, combining... And the creature feels it, Gene's body beginning to struggle, its plea for more oxygen, more blood... The kill is close. The creature's grip on Gene tightens once more. Its strength is returning steadily; the wound in its leg has stopped bleeding, the holes in its abdomen slowly beginning to visibly close up. But at the same time... There's that feeling. Something... Something trying to get it to stop... Appealing to some part of it that shouldn't be there... ... Deep down, Sam stirs. Something is happening, something horrible... That's right, he let go, because he couldn't cope with it anymore. And then, he got pushed back even further... He had no choice, no choice whatsoever... ... But now, something is calling him. "Sam, stop it! You have to... This isn't what you want... It's not too late yet! You have to stop!!" Sam groans, a sounds that remains unheard. He can't... He can't go back... It's over, he lost... "Sam!!" Another voice, more familiar... Desperate... Dying... .... What....? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2018, 10:13 PM Post #1258 |
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*Gene feels it too - the more his heart flutters, the more his organs start to fail, the harder the vampire has to work to pull what's left out. And as he realises that's what's happening, Gene realises. This is it. He's dying. His life ends here. Tied to a chair in some dungeon somewhere, the love of his life tearing his veins open and consuming him like a piece of meat. Gene's vision starts to flicker, grey spots washing out the dark surroundings. He can't tell if he's facing up or down, if he's even sat up any more. If he's still upright it's only because he's tied there. He's stopped speaking by now. The gag made it useless anyway. But there's no point on trying now. All is lost. Instead, he just gasps into the gag, body fighting for something - anything to sustain itself. Limp and on the brink, too far gone to recover, Gene sags, his head dropped aside, no longer fighting. Sam's done it. He's done what he was always going to do. Gene is dying.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 10:38 PM Post #1259 |
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*Something dark and satisfied settles into the consciousness of the vampire. The deed is done - its victim won't recover. The creature has all but drank its fill. It continues to suck, trying to get to even those last few droplets... Sam feels a strong pull. "You'll lose him, you idiot!! GO!!" Lose.... Who...? "GENE!" ... Gene....... Gene...? ......!......... That's right... That's what's missing... .... Where is Gene.......? Sam reaches out reflexively. He remembers now - he blocked the bond. He doesn't know why, but that doesn't matter now - he has to get it back. So Sam casts about... Then reaches out tentatively... Suddenly, sensations. Weakness. Despair. Struggle. Pain. Grief. Creeping death. The creature blinks, its motions grinding to a halt. For one endless moment it remains like this, leaning over Gene with one knee propped up on the chair in between Gene's legs, holding onto him like a bird of prey would hold onto a dead rabbit. Then... Slowly... It pulls away. Its motions are reluctant - it's confused over what its body is doing... Its fangs slide free, and it looks up, at Gene's face. The burned side of the creature's own face is healing very slowly, that eye still closed, but the bleeding seems to have stopped at least. Its other eye blinks once again. Sam stares at Gene's deathly pale face. He doesn't know how he got there. He doesn't know what happened. All he knows is that his mouth is full of-- of human blood... ... And Gene... Gene is dying. His heart flutters, struggled to keep beating-- Sam knows this because he feels it, as though it were his own.* .... Gene.......? *The word is nothing more than a whisper, falling from Sam's lips like a dead leaf.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 21 2018, 11:00 PM Post #1260 |
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*Gene barely feels the sharp fangs slide free. Definitely doesn't feel the light tickle as his own blood runs in rivulets down his chest. Somewhere inside him, Gene feels as though somethings changed... Why has the attack stopped...? ... It doesn't matter. He's done for anyway. He can feel it - his body, it's broken. Everything's shutting down. But then, one last heartbreak. He swears he just heard his name... A whisper in Sams voice... Forcing his last scraps of energy to the surface, Gene swallows again, eyes opening just a touch.* ...sam... *but the gag absorbs it all. Not even a whisper can make it out now. He can only have minutes left, at most... And there's so much he wants to say. So many things he needs Sam to know. Even if the gag wasn't hampering him, Gene wouldn't have the strength to say them all anyway.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 21 2018, 11:08 PM Post #1261 |
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*Sam watches with wide eyes as Gene stirs - blood, his blood, what's left of it, meandering from the wound in his neck - his chest jerking slightly as his eyes open a sliver. He-- he's trying to speak... But... As if in a bad dream, Sam reaches out, a tremor taking hold of his hand as he closes his healing fingers around the cloth and pulls it down, out of Gene's mouth. Something horrible, painful takes hold of Sam, squeezing his chest tightly. Regret. Sorrow. Not his own - Sam is numb, doesn't understand what's happening - but Gene's. That much he knows. But it's beginning to register, slowly. What happened. What lead to this. Why Gene is withering away right in front of Sam. His uninjured eye widens, the red draining from it. Again, he whispers* .... G-Gene. *This isn't... This can't...... Gene... Can't....* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2018, 12:05 AM Post #1262 |
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*Gene coughs lightly as the gag somehow disappears - the edges of his mouth are rubbed raw, his mouth and throat dry and sore from shouting. And then he hears it again - his name. His eyes won't focus properly... They won't even open all the way. But through the blurry haze in front of him, Gene can see an outline of a face. ... Sam's face. Not the monster that attacked him, but Sam. His Sam. Jesus... He wishes Sam didn't have to see this. It takes a monumental effort, but after a few stuttering breaths, Gene manages to whisper, the words coming out slurred and tired.* M's-so... So s'rry... Sammy... W-we... Tried.... *behind Sam, Morgan steps closer. Gene's done for, he can feel it. He's been around enough dying humans to read the signs. The man's organs are failing, his heart is irregular, trying far too hard and accomplishing oh so little. Gene's lips are blue, his skin white and pale. In a few minutes he'll be dead. He's won. It may not matter what Sam does next - ideally he should strike the killing blow, drink the last of Gene's remaining seconds away right now to ensure the transformation completes. But even if he doesn't, Gene is going to die from Sam's actions, that's certain. That might be enough. Still, it can't hurt to try. "Well done, Sam... Perfect execution. I knew you had it in you. Now...finish it. Before it goes cold."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2018, 08:13 AM Post #1263 |
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*Sam's one eye widens even further as, finally, an emotion begins to emerge. Horror. He... He did this. The taste in his mouth-- the sensation of something warm dribbling down his chin-- his body, slowly regaining its strength (how did he end up like that in the first place?)-- Gene... Is dying.. Because of Sam. And his words... Somewhere in his chest, a horrible pain begins to bloom, different from what all those injuries felt like. This is deeper, and irreparable. Morgan's words only serve to drive the point home further, like a stake aimed to kill. And with every second that passes, Gene is that much closer to death. Sam begins to move, places one shaking hand over the messy bite marks on Gene's neck, as if trying to stem the bleeding, while his other hand comes up to cup Gene's cheek, covering the two cuts left by Morgan.* ... S... S-stay with me... *The words are whispered, weak. There's nothing he can do... "There is something you can do, but you have to be quick. Quick! Before it's too late!" "You can keep him! Help him into a new existence!" "Do it, Sam, do it-- you can't lose him, you know you can't!" "Let me help you...!" * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2018, 10:10 AM Post #1264 |
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*Too weak to lift his head, Gene is grateful for Sam's hand coming to rest on his cheek, giving his abused neck some small amount of relief. But he can also feel Sam's other hand, pressing over the bite marks, skin sliding against bloody skin. S... Stay with me... But he can't. He's clinging on with everything he has. And still he can feel himself slipping. On a ragged breath, Gene whispers.* S'n-not... y'r f-fault... *He has to let Sam know... None of this is his fault. He knows Sam tried to resist. He tried so hard. And God, he's not leaving this earth without Sam knowing. Gene knows how hard Sam fought. And he's proud.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2018, 11:40 AM Post #1265 |
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*Stricken, Sam blinks again at Gene's stuttered whisper, a tear rolling down his cheek, leaving a white trail across his blood-smeared cheek. Not his fault? How can... How can Gene say that... How can he say that when he's sat here, hanging in the ropes that keep him tied to the chair, pulse flagging... And it's because of Sam... Because he failed to resist Morgan, because he let himself he captured... Sam presses his hand more tightly against Gene's cheeks, desperate to feel some of the warmth that Gene always gave him... But it's draining away, his body going cold... God, no... No.....* ......don't.... D-don't go....! *Sam's voice breaks, both because of the tears and the collar that's still fastened around his neck. He may be healing physically, but everything else within him feels like it's being torn apart. And again, that voice in his head... "Sam, you have to trust me! I don't want to lose him either!" "This is your last chance, Sam - you can save him... You can have him back...!" "I'll help you, I promise, but you have to trust me!"* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2018, 10:51 PM Post #1266 |
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*Gene hears Sam's words, and his barely beating heart breaks. His lips move, but no words form. He doesn't even have the energy to speak any more. He can barely even see Sam any more, even... The dark room around him is fading.... fading into nothing. Unable to control his body any more, Gene's eyes slip closed. His face grows slack. He rasps in a shallow breath..... and then another... but in seconds he won't even be able to do that. His heart is slowing, barely registering now. Gene's body feels nothing. Nothing but the slight pressure of the hand on his cheek. That feeling too, fades.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2018, 11:09 PM Post #1267 |
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*Sam feels it as well. The life is draining out of Gene - out of his precious partner. The sensation he's getting from him are fading, until there's nothing apart from Sam's numbness and the slowly spreading horror... ... no... no, this can't be...! "Sam! NOW!!!!" Sam twitches, a shiver running down his spine. Then, he surges forward, his lips pressing against Gene's equally cold ones. The fast motion upsets the still healing wounds in his abdomen, his neck - Sam chokes, coughs slightly, deepens the kiss... Sam pulls back, tremors continuing to run through him. Time slows... Gene's heart beats slowly... once... a long pause.... The next beat is deep. It reverberates in Sam's mind like a bass drum, bearing the finality of a large gate closing forever. Gene's body goes still. "..." Sam's one uninjured eye is impossibly wide. His hand is still pressed against Gene's cheek, as if he can keep him in the land of living by the power of his touch... ... but Gene doesn't move. Doesn't make a sound. His chest remains still. His heart remains silent. ... Gene is... ... Sam makes a small sound at the back of his throat - a choked-back sob.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2018, 11:18 PM Post #1268 |
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*The silence stretches across the room for a moment, Morgan letting it really sink in. Sam killed Gene. Hunt is a corpse now. Rubbish to be taken out. And now... The ritual is complete. His protege has slaughtered his first victim. The first of many, he hopes. He smiles widely, clapping his hands together in a slow, mocking rhythm. Clap. ..... Clap. ..... Clap. "Bravo, Sam. I always knew you had it in you. How do you feel? Do you feel the power flowing through you? You've earned it" He leans over Sam from behind, a gentle hand clasping at his shoulder - and as he does, he speaks softly. Kindly. But with no regard for Gene in front of them. "Come now. My subordinates will dispose of this..." He nods at Gene. "... mess."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 22 2018, 11:39 PM Post #1269 |
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*Sam doesn't give any sign of having heard the mocking applause from behind him. He doesn't move as Morgan's hand lands on his shoulder - gentle, this time. He's focused on Gene. Willing him to show some sign of life - of the promise that his other side gave him... That Gene would be saved... That he would.... Come back..... .... But there's nothing. Nothing whatsoever. The body in front of him... It's nothing but a shell. "I..." It....it failed...? ... Sam was barely holding on. It was that promise that kept him going. Now... Even that is gone. There's.... There's nothing left for him here.... Not even.... ... ... And it's his fault... Sam... Killed.........!! .... Sam's body sags slightly, a shudder running through him - it looks as though he's going to collapse right then and there. But he catches himself. Within the fraction of a second, his posture changes - subtly, but significantly. There's tension, strength. And rage. Suddenly, it all goes so fast. He turns around, and in the same fluid motion pulls the stake out that was still embedded in his side. Not missing a beat, a deadly glow in his unhurt eye, he brings the stake down-- Plunging it right into Morgan's black, rotten heart.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 22 2018, 11:48 PM Post #1270 |
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*Morgan is just about to gesture to the other vampires in the room - to raise a hand to prompt them to dispose of Gene's body - but then everything happens in a flash. Sam spins. And there's an impact to his chest. Morgan freezes, eyes locked with Sam's, mouth agape. And then he slowly looks down. ............ The stake.... Morgan looks back up at Sam again, his face a picture of shock and horror. And then a gradual motion. Morgan's eyes roll back into his head, his hand drops from Sam's shoulder, his body pitching backwards as though in slow motion. Cold, stiff and lifeless, Morgan hits the ground with a thud. The three guard vampires stand in shock, hardly able to believe what's happened in front of their eyes. Their sire, their leader... Gone! How... How DARE he!! Their eyes flash red, frantic shrieks screech from their mouths. And they pounce. Teeth gnashing and eyes full of fire, all three launch themselves at Sam, determined to avenge.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2018, 12:10 AM Post #1271 |
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*As Morgan looks up again, the vampire growls. "I warned you." Morgan's dead body hits the ground. The vampires charge. Sam's head raises, his other eye finally opening. The vampire snarls. And with that sound, his aura expands outwards like the shock wave of an explosion, filling the entire crypt. This isn't just vampiric rage - this is the energy of a vampire who just bested an old, incredibly powerful creature. And it's the energy of a vampire grieving the loss of his bonded partner. If that doesn't stop the other, lesser vampires in their tracks, then nothing will.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2018, 12:21 AM Post #1272 |
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*The shock wave that emits from Sam hits the three vampires, sending them screeching to a halt. This feeling, it's.... Unlike anything they've felt before... What IS this!? They stare at Sam, completely confused - and mostly, scared. They want to run... To flee this dangerous new power Sam's giving off... But should they?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2018, 12:28 AM Post #1273 |
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*Sam stares back at them. His uninjured eye is burning red, the other... The other is milky white. Blind. The burnt skin on that side of the face is slowly restoring itself, but the imprint of the cross itself is still easily visible. It doesn't make the vampire look any less dangerous. If anything, it adds to his intense menacing aura. Sam's voice is dark as he growls* .... Manchester is mine. Get the hell out, or I'll kill you all. *It's clear that Sam isn't just talking about Morgan's direct subordinates. Any vampires who're left in the city come morning, will be hunted down and killed mercilessly.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2018, 12:33 AM Post #1274 |
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*The vampires freeze. Sam is telling the truth. They don't doubt it for a second. For the first time in their undead lives, they're actually frightened. Without waiting a moment longer they turn and scrabble at the closed door, wrenching it open and fleeing into the night. Sam is now alone, two limp bodies his only company. One of his worst enemy... And one his life partner, cold and pale, hanging against his bonds, an empty vessel.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2018, 01:06 AM Post #1275 |
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*Sam remains stood where he is for an endless moment, even after the other vampires have fled the room. Silence descends on him. The silence of the dead. Then, Sam moves - lets go of the stake. The clatter as it hits the ground is far too loud for the silence, like a gunshot. But Sam ignores it. Instead, he slowly raises his hands, taking hold of the collar that's still attached to his neck. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but after a few seconds, Sam yanks at it - and rips it apart. The holes left by the wooden spikes immediately begin to bleed again, but Sam pays them no mind, knowing they will heal soon. He's moving almost mechanically at this point. Something is compelling him to walk across the room, stop, bend down... There. His jacket, intact. He pulls it on, hardly wincing as the fabric brushes across still healing wounds. Sam's gaze shifts, falls onto Morgan's lifeless form. So much suffering, because of this... Creature... Sam turns away, turning his back on Morgan forever. He's going to stay here, rotting away in this crypt. His attention shifts to the other lifeless body in the room. Gene. Gene. He looks like a puppet whose threads have been cut. There's an echo of horrible, debilitating pain in Sam's chest. His aura flickers, and then, just like that, it's gone. He crosses the distance between them, extends his hand, placing it on Gene's cheek... ... But there's nothing, just like before. ... Sam was too late. The human hesitated for too long... For the first time since its existence began, the vampire's expression threatens to crumble. Gene... He tried so hard to keep Sam sober. To stop him from killing. To... To protect him. But in the end... He was the one to fall victim to the one person he was supposed to be able to trust with his life. Sam clenches his teeth, hard. Slowly, he begins to move again. He reaches for the gag, hanging around Gene's neck like a morbid necklace. One yank, and it comes apart, fluttering to the ground. Next, and still moving as though it's a ceremony Sam is performing, he leans in, opening his mouth only to let his teeth sink into the ropes still binding Gene's body to the chair. Those too he disposes of quickly. Before Gene's body has a chance to topple over, Sam catches it gently. ... It's so light. The ropes around Gene's wrists - the right one twisted and bruised black - come off easily as well. This is when Sam finally allows himself to sink to his knees , Gene's body cradles in his arms. His skin is white where it isn't mottled with bruises or smeared with Sam's and its own blood... His eyes closed... And it's cold. So cold. That warmth... The thrum of life... Gene's soul... ... It's all gone. Forever. Sam screws his eyes shut and buries his nose in Gene's hair. Not even his scent remains - there's just blood, and death. Vampires can't cry. ... Sam doesn't know how much time passes. At one point, as if in a trance, he gets up, cradling Gene's body close. They can't stay here. Sam can't leave Gene in this horrible place - he owes him at least that much. So he begins to walk. Out of the crypt, out into the cool night air. It's deadly quiet outside as well. No one is around. The cars and vans that were parked on the outskirts of the graveyard are gone. Sam leaves it all behind. He needs to get Gene home.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2018, 02:40 PM Post #1276 |
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*Gene is gone. That's true. For the moment, all that personality, the strength, the oversized ego, the frustrating stubbornness and the neverending loyalty... It's all gone. The bundle that Sam carries across the dark streets of Manchester is nothing but an empty vessel - the sad remains of someone who loved him once. But eventually, something flickers. Something impossibly small, right in Gene's core. A tiny pinprick of something other than death. It's dark, it's hungry... But it's something..* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2018, 02:59 PM Post #1277 |
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*The vampire walks through the streets as though through a dream. On the one hand, he's very alert, ready to avoid any late night stragglers. But at the same time... Nothing is as important as the bundle in his arms. In death, Gene seems physically smaller. The lines of pain, of distress will forever remain etched into his face... And his eyes will never open again... Their close bond, those evenings when they'd curl up and just enjoy each others' presence... Gene's trust... His utter belief in Sam... It's all gone. ... What's Sam supposed to do now...? He grips Gene's lifeless body that little bit tighter. His human side is quiet - he can't even sense it anymore. The vampire doesn't blame him... That's what happens after a first kill. But it hammers home his own failure. It's only thanks to Gene that the vampire didn't become the monster Morgan wanted him to be. But what is he supposed to do now? Carry on Gene's legacy? Continue being a policeman? Somehow, the vampire doubts he'd be able to do that. What's to stop him from-- Suddenly, Sam freezes. He just... Felt something. Something strange, but at the same time, familiar... He looks down slowly, down at the body in his arms. Concentrates his every sense on it. ... Another tiny pulse, and Sam's eyes widen. This.... Oh God, it... It... ... It worked...? For an endless moment, Sam remains stood motionless, like a statue. Then, he moves - begins to run, as fast as his vampiric strength allows him. He knows where they are - not too far away from Gene's house. He can make it within 10 minutes. He has to make it. If he's right... If what he just sensed really is what he thinks it is... ... Then he needs to get Gene to a place where Sam can contain him. Thoughts racing as fast as he's running, Sam makes his way through Manchester's suburbs as fast as he can.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 23 2018, 09:46 PM Post #1278 |
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*From that small spark, small pulses of energy start to ripple through Gene's nerves. His veins. Something is stirring within him... Something dark is growing. Every minute that Sam runs, another connection is made. Gene's body is preparing to rewire itself. The last remnants of blood in his veins, preparing to multiply - to thicken. To start cycling again, but with something blacker than blood. So far the only physical sign that anything is happening is a slight twitch of Gene's hand. He's still a way off from waking up, but the moment is drawing nearer.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 23 2018, 09:58 PM Post #1279 |
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*Sam isn't as fast as he'd like to be - his body is still healing, repairing itself. The process has slowed, and though his leg is restored, there hole in his side still hasn't closed up properly. But he doesn't have time to think about that now. After that first spark, he notices more and more tiny signals. None of them physical - Sam doesn't have the capacity to look down at Gene right now - but there is an energy building within the body in his arms. It worked. It... it actually worked. It was a spur of the moment decision - the vampire suddenly confronted with the fear of losing something, no, someone so precious - and he hadn't thought it through beyond that moment. Now, he realises: he's going to have to help Gene through the first 48 hours of his transformation... stop him from harming himself, or others, from succumbing to the bloodlust... Because there is no doubt in Sam's mind that Gene would never, ever want to become like all those vampires he's hunted through all those years. Finally, Sam turns into Gene's road. There is no time to fumble for Gene's keys, to see if they're still there - he rams his uninjured shoulder into the door, breaking it open with ease. Staggering slightly as he enters the house, Sam kicks the door shut again. Here, he sets Gene down, laying him out on the floor close to the staircase - not for long. Within a second he's grabbed a chair from the kitchen and pushed it against the ruined front door; they don't need someone trying to get inside if they hear screams...! Once that's done, Sam immediately returns to Gene's side. He reaches out, but instead of picking Gene up again, he places his palm on his partner's chest, trying to sense how far the transformation has progressed. Did he just see Gene's fingers twitch...? How much time does he have left...?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 25 2018, 11:40 PM Post #1280 |
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*Once Sam's set him down and blocked the door the transformation is properly beginning to start. Sam will remember it - the feeling of human blood expanding, multiplying, turning acidic. The way it burns. The slow waves of unexpected pain as his body begins to come back to life - or something resembling life. And at first, Gene doesn't even realise what's happened. He wasn't there, and then suddenly... He's waking up from what feels like a century-long sleep. But it's different. He doesn't feel... All there. He doesn't feel like himself at all. And there's pain. A lot of it. And the feeling of something creeping within him. Clawing at him, dragging him back to the darkness he's only just beginning to emerge from. Gene doesn't want to go back there. A stabbing pain hits him square in the heart. A choked noise gasps from Gene's mouth, his face flickers. Conscious thoughts won't form yet - words won't come. But something is happening. Something horrendous.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 25 2018, 11:52 PM Post #1281 |
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*At Gene's gasp, Sam flinches back. It's not just the sudden movement - Sam can sense what's happening within Gene. How something is moving, remaking him. Sam remembers this. The excruciating pain. Nothing but a sea of agony, sweeping him away... But what shocked Sam even more is what he can't feel as his skin comes in contact with Gene's. He's moving (after a fashion), but there's no warmth. No heartbeat. No bond. The realisation hits Sam then, hard. The bond... It's gone. With his human side having gone AWOL... And Gene changing... It's not coming back, is it. That... That comfort... Something other than the violence and death that make up a vampire's existence... There's a stinging pain somewhere in Sam's chest, and he grimaces. Now is not the time for emotions. He needs to concentrate on Gene, on not letting him run wild once he's remade... Sam slides his arms under Gene's body once more and carries him upstairs as fast as he can, though he stumbles a couple of times. He needs to get Gene as far away from possible exit routes as possible... So he turns into the guest room. The window there is small, and Sam can guard the door... He lays Gene out on top of the bed. The next step will be getting the blood... But is there enough time...? * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 26 2018, 12:27 AM Post #1282 |
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*Gene's body tries to curl in on itself as the transformation happens. Suddenly everything hurts. A new strength is permeating his bones, his muscles - and it feels like creeping hell. He just about holds it together until Sam lays him out of the bed - and then he can't help it. A groan, a whimper. His body is remaking itself, changing. He trembles, shakes violently as he fights the Thing that's trying to rip him away from his own body. He has no idea where he is. When he is. Nothing. All he feels is pain and soul-freezing cold.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 26 2018, 12:42 AM Post #1283 |
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*God... Even for the vampire this is difficult to watch. He doesn't want Gene to be in such pain. He'd sworn to protect Gene... But he failed, spectacularly. He needs to keep moving, though - there's more he needs to prepare. Unable to resist, Sam places his hand to Gene's cheek for a moment - I'm here, you're not alone - then he turns around to head out of the room quickly-- -- and runs headfirst into the wall, just besides the door. He reels back with a curse, his hand flying up to the right side of his face — and he hesitates, for getting about Gene's predicament for a second. He can't see his hand. Not the way he should be. Sam blinks, moves his hand to the left, then back to the right... ... Remembers the horrible burning, the way his skin had sizzled, the terrible smell... ... Has... Has that eye gone blind...? He'd been so focused on Gene, on his grief, and then on needing to get Gene back to the house that he hadn't even realised... Jesus... Another groan from Gene snaps Sam out of it. He doesn't have time for this - his own injuries and trauma. Gene needs his help. As quickly as he can, though a bit more careful now, Sam makes his way downstairs again, heading for the blood closet. He grabs five packets then runs back upstairs. There's no time to do anything else. No time to wash or get fresh clothes so that Gene doesn't have to see his own blood caking Sam's skin... Or his own torn clothes. Sam leaves two of the blood bags by the opposite wall, then drops the rest onto the nightstand, before leaning over Gene. He has no idea how much of it will get through to him - if anything at all - but Sam still presses one hand to Gene's cheek, the other high on his chest, should he have to hold him down. Through clenched teeth, Sam murmurs* I'm 'ere. You'll get through this... I promise. *It's a stupid thing to say... But it's also a human thing to say. And somehow, right now, that's a strangely comforting thought.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 01:27 AM Post #1284 |
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*Gene thinks he can hear a voice - a comforting voice - but it doesn't help. A yell bubbles up his throat and he grits his teeth to try and keep it in. He's icy cold with waves of strange pain running through him - and the only thing his body is screaming for to make it stop.... He has to kill. That's what he's got to do. Another conflicting stab of pain and he yells out again, pushing against the hand on his chest, his canine teeth elongating and sharpening.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 01:31 AM Post #1285 |
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*Sam doesn't back away, pushing back as Gene begins to buck. And there, his fangs are beginning to grow... Soon, he'll open his eyes, but they won't be green anymore... His own eyes flaring red, Sam clenched his jaw. It's going to be fine. All he needs to do is get Gene through the first shock of bloodlust, and then they'll see after that. Sam raises his voice, to try and make sure that Gene hears him despite his strangled yells* I've got you, Gene, I've got you. *His other hand leaves Gene's cheek and reaches over, grabbing one of the bags of blood. Ideally, he's going to be able to make Gene drink it before he has a chance to sit up, or worse, throw Sam off...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 01:35 AM Post #1286 |
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*That desire - that absolute need, it hits like a truck. Gene's eyes flash open, burning red like the sun. He needs to kill. He needs to drink! With a snarl, he shoves Sam's arm away, trying to sit up and jump away - There isn't a human in sight! He needs to find one, NOW.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 01:38 AM Post #1287 |
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Gladys
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*There it is. Sam feels a pang of pain at the sight of Gene's red eyes - that expression... It's so unlike him. This isn't his Gene, right now...! However, Sam doesn't miss a beat. He holds against Gene's attempt, and at the same time, shoves the blood bag right up in front of his face. His instincts should take over, he should recognise this as something he wants and needs...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 01:44 AM Post #1288 |
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*Gene's vision is suddenly filled with the sight of a full red bag - blood. Blood! Immediately his hands shoot up to grab it, his teeth sinking into it. But after a moment, after a taste, Gene releases the bag. Through bloodstained lips, he hisses.* This isn't right! *it was supposed to be better than this! His instincts are screaming at him - this isn't what he needs. This isn't warm. This isn't pumped from a freshly beating heart. What is this!? *Furious, Gene throws the open bag at Sam and shouts.* Give me what I NEED!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 01:50 AM Post #1289 |
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*For a moment, Sam thinks he succeeded - that Gene is going to drink--! But no. Sam's chest clenches painfully at the sound of Gene's voice; he didn't think he'd every hear it again, but this... This is just so wrong...! Reacting at light speed, Sam catches the bag mid-air - they need that blood. He can't let Gene spill any more than necessary. Sam growls back, his glare hard as iron and cold as ice* It's all you'll get right now, there's nothing else. *And he holds the bag out to Gene again. He knows that reasoning probably won't help, but God knows he has to try.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 08:45 PM Post #1290 |
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*The vampire in front of him - Sam - is trying to make him drink that crap again? Doesn't he understand?? It isn't enough!!* NO. *Gene smacks Sam's hand away, breathing hard breaths that he no longer needs. Angrily, he shouts.* Outside! I need more than this!! This is WRONG! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 08:53 PM Post #1291 |
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No. *Sam's hand on Gene's chest pushes down stronger, lending even more gravity to that one word. His voice is steely, lacking anything that might resemble sympathy. Sam can't show Gene just how much it hurts to see him like this - lips smeared with blood, eyes red, shouting for human blood.* You'll regret drinking anything other than this. It's all you'll get. You try to go outside, I'll stop you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 09:00 PM Post #1292 |
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*Gene pauses, the gravity of Sam's words sinking in. He really won't get anything else. That's unacceptable. The urge is too strong. It's bubbling up in him like a volcano. He's going to erupt. It's unbearable.if he doesn't kill something, he's going to tear apart inside!! With a roar, Gene grabs Sam's arm - the one holding him down - and rams it aside. He leaps upwards, propelling himself off the bed and launching towards the window, animalistic and aggressive.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 11:29 PM Post #1293 |
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*Sam can feel the tension build up sigh every passing moment; it's as if he's watching a volcano that's about to erupt. Just talking won't be enough. No... Why does it have to be that way...?! Gene's strength is raw. Primal. Unawares, Sam would probably have hit the opposite wall with the force of that shove. But Sam's had time to get used to this strength, and how to control his motions. Gene is still uncoordinated. Sam rolls with Gene's attack, spinning around and using that momentum to launch himself at Gene's back with enough force to send them both tumbling to the ground. He can feel blood spraying from the back he's still holding, but he can't stop now. Sam buries his fingers in Gene's hair and yanks his head up, shoving the blood bag into his face with the other. If this is how it's got to be, then so be it--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 28 2018, 11:39 PM Post #1294 |
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*Gene still isn't used to the strength of this new body - the vampire hasn't had a chance to test it out yet, and it almost feels like his limbs are too light. Like it's nothing to power them like he's never been able to before. He yowls as he hits the floor, the hand yanking his head back with force - and then the blood bag is shoved against his fangs... He chokes against the taste. This isn't fair, this isn't FAIR! He didn't ask to be here, he didn't ask to be brought into this world! Didn't want to be sharing a body with this human! And now he can't even FEED!? A blood-fueled mania fills him. How dare Sam stop him! How dare he! Through the mouthfuls of blood dripping down his chin as he tries not to swallow, Gene groans.* Get your hands OFF of me!! Why won't you LET ME!, |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 28 2018, 11:47 PM Post #1295 |
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*Even without their bond, Gene's distress is evident - not just the bloodlust, but the shock of having been brought into this world. And God, Sam wishes there was a better, gentler way to do this... But what does he know? Even with Gene doing his best, Sam's first few days in his new existence were a living hell. Sam doesn't know how to make this easier, and he doesn't have the time to think of something. So he clenches his jaw further, determined to make Gene drink. Determined not to let the gut-wrenching pity and grief weaken his efforts.* This isn't-- this isn't who you are, Gene. *he puts extra emphasis on Gene's name* You'd never forgive me if I-- let you out there like-- like this. And we're not-- going-- anywhere until you drink all the bags I've got here, Gene! And you'll thank me for this later--!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 29 2018, 12:02 AM Post #1296 |
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*Gene feels himself go even colder at Sam's words. This isn't who he is? Anger flares inside him again - but something else, too. Something that makes him feel grief-stricken. Like he's lost something absolutely vital. And he has. He's lost his humanity. He's still plagued by this human sharing his body, but also the human is plagued with him, the vampire. It's a confusing and devastating mix.* What do you know about me!! I've only existed for five ruddy minutes! I can't even sense any human in you right now - so why the hell would you even care?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 29 2018, 12:11 AM Post #1297 |
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*Gene's words hit Sam unexpectedly hard. He'd suspected as much, but Gene just confirmed it... His human side is gone. Permanently...? And then, Gene, Gene asking why Sam would care... Because he doesn't remember... Sam grits his teeth. This is all so... So wrong...! After a moment, he pushes Gene's head back down, though he pulls back his other hand. It's a moment of weakness, but... The vampire can't help it...! After all this violence of the last few hours, he can feel his inner resolve faltering... * Because I-- I sired you. And I know you. Your human is going to wake up again, and once he does, I need to be able to-- to look him in the eye and say I upheld his values. And you'll become one with him, and you'll share each others' existence. *Sam's fingers in Gene's hair clench* Like I did. *And here, finally, a hint of tiredness, of exhaustion creeps into Sam's steely voice.* So...please. For both our sakes... Drink that blood. It'll take the edge off. I promise. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 29 2018, 11:34 PM Post #1298 |
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*Gene hisses in discomfort as Sam's fingers clench in his hair. He feels panicked, angry... He doesn't understand any of this. All he knows is he's woken up in this house that feels familiar, a human caged inside of him and a fellow vampire that he feels a strong connection to trying to make him drink this... stuff... Trying to make him ignore this deafening call to feed, to feed! He almost whimpers. Please, just let me kill something...! The vampire doesn't understand why Sam would even want to uphold a human's values. He feels an instinctive closeness to him, yes... but they're both still vampires. Sam surely has these needs too. But his voice sounds so tired. And he sounds so desperate. Plus, he's clearly strong. And Gene isn't in full control of himself yet. So with a growl, Gene opens his mouth and leans forward, latching onto the bag and draining it in seconds. And after he's done, he rips himself away from Sam's grip and throws the bag at Sam's chest. Heaving, he rubs his hand over his mouth to wipe away some of the dripping mess and snarls.* Tastes like pig shit. You drink this!? Humans've put you on a leash! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jan 29 2018, 11:56 PM Post #1299 |
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*Despite Sam's insistence and determination to make Gene drink, it still comes as a surprise when the other vampire suddenly grabs the blood bag and drinks of his own free will. Did Sam really manage to get through to him...? He squashes the budding hope quickly. He's too emotional already, and this is such a dangerous, delicate process. If he shows any more, the vampire could easily interpret it as weakness... Just like Morgan did. And indeed, there it is... As he tears himself away, Gene utters those words... And God, they hurt, coming from Gene's mouth. They hurt so much, after everything that happened tonight. Is this what it's going to be like, from now on? What if Gene never actually finds back to his human side... What if... What if he truly is dead...? The grief and hurt coil in Sam's chest, and he can feel that toxic mixture rising, getting his hackles up. It's not fair. After everything they went through, after everything Gene convinced him to do... After he subverted his own existence to form the bond, after being pushed to the limit by Morgan, how is he supposed to deal with Gene being like that?! Unable to keep a grip on himself, Sam's control slips slightly, and the aura around him shifts - expanding outwards, threatening. Almost suffocating. Its not enough to completely overwhelm Gene, but the field of energy laps at him, asserting its presence and power. Sam growls back* No one controls me. I drink it of my own free will, and if you can't do the same, you're a bloody weakling. *With that, his eyes never leaving Gene's, Sam reaches back until he's able to grab another bag of animal blood. Without another word, he holds it out to Gene. It's a challenge now as much as it is a plea.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jan 30 2018, 10:47 PM Post #1300 |
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*A weakling? The words set something off in Gene's chest. He isn't weak. He's the strongest he's ever been. The human sleeping inside him is the one that's weak. But now he's the one in control. And he isn't going to back down from a challenge. Even if he finds it repulsive. But even despite all of this, there's something inside him that's telling him to do it for other reasons. Something.... disturbingly human. His red eyes flick down to the bag in Sam's hand. he pauses, then growls.* You're a joke. *Reluctantly, he reaches out and snatches the bag, piercing it and draining it in a matter of seconds before throwing it on the carpet.* |
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