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| Topic Started: Jul 8 2017, 05:53 PM (5,800 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 | Oct 3 2017, 10:56 PM Post #501 |
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*For once, Sam can tell that Gene is only pretending not to care. Those things he said... Sam realises now that he shouldn't have thrown them in Gene's face, even though it was what he felt at the time (and to some extent still feels). But he doesn't have any better excuse than what he's already offered up... Sam threads his fingers through his hair, feeling equally helpless. It's only been a few days. He barely recognises himself. ... But they have to start somewhere. This uncertainty, the moping, feeling sorry for himself... It has to stop. All it's done is lead to what just happened - a catastrophe, almost. For Gene's safety and wellbeing, Sam can't risk it happening again. So, trying to keep his voice steady and pragmatic, Sam says* ... We might have to up the blood doses, for now at least. It's... Hard to tell, but I assume if I get used to it, I won't be craving the... The other kind, so much. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2017, 11:07 PM Post #502 |
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*Oh thank god... something Gene can use. Something he can do.* Alright... So we keep you on a strict routine. Bag of blood every hour, extra at mealtimes. Keep your levels up, then see how it goes. *At least if they can prevent Sam from feeling any kind of hunger pains, that should take some of the urgency out... hopefully...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2017, 08:17 AM Post #503 |
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*Sam nods, grateful that Gene is so ready to go along with this. And routine sounds... good. Amazing, actually. Something to hold on to, something that will give him some kind of stability. A part of him is worried that drinking that much blood will change something crucial within him, but everything considered, Sam knows that it's the best option they have right now. Satisfy that primal craving, and he should be able to keep his wits about him. Keep that... 'thing'... under control. Thinking of his vampiric side in these terms hurts, unexpectedly. But maybe Gene is right, and he and the vampire are more separated than it seems to Sam... Sam takes a breath and lets it out slowly, rubbing his hands over his face. God but he feels tired. Proper tired. He pushes himself up and off the bed slowly, so as not to spook Gene.* I, uh... need to lie down a bit, I think. *His gaze locks onto the hole left in Gene's floor, causing a pang of guilt.* ... I'll fix this, later. The door too. *They managed to heave that back onto its hinges, but there's still that hole Sam punched through it...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2017, 06:44 PM Post #504 |
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*Gene huffs a small laugh at that. His door, the hole in his floor....* You'd better. Way you're going, you'll have the house demolished by the end of the month. *Though in reality those things are replaceable. Sam isn't, and that's the thing he feels the most.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2017, 09:12 PM Post #505 |
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*Sam's lips twitch into a weak smile in response.* Don't worry. I'm good at DIY. *He hesitates, feeling like he needs, wants to say something else -- but it doesn't come. So Sam leaves the room, making his way over to the guest room. The moment he lies down, a vertigo takes Sam away, into a deeper trance than ever before. However, it only lasts until Gene wakes him up for his now hourly bag of blood. And this is how hours become days, and days become a week, then two. With this new routine established, Sam finds it easier to concentrate on who and what is around him, rather than the turmoil within him. He has a clear goal now, and... well, something to live for. He doesn't want to see Gene hurt again, least of all by himself. So Sam does the best he can. After a week, they begin to slowly acclimatise Sam to the outdoors again. First he just stays in the backyard, listening as people walk by. Then, short walks, always under Gene's watchful eye. And this strategy, along with the regular blood supply, seems to be working out. By the end of the second week, they've reduced Sam's intake as well as increased his time outside... and so far, there have been no relapses. For better or worse, Sam is beginning to hope again. Gene hasn't left him on his own yet, but even so, things are going better than either of them expected. Twenty days after Sam was bitten, Gene thinks it's time for him to brave the station. They've prepared for this - Sam's had a good dose of blood, Gene is bringing along some extra emergency bags. Most of the other officers will be sent out to collect statements, and Sam is going to be spending as much time as possible in Gene's cubicle. Plus, later in the day, they'll drive to the outskirts of the city for a "stakeout" (which now sounds more sinister to Sam than it ever did before) - in reality they'll try to find the place where Sam was turned. It won't be an easy task, but it's better than having to risk being around living, breathing human beings for too long. There is no telling whether or not the vampire will manage to overpower Sam again, after all. The drive to the station goes by without hiccups, and so does the first hour of work. Sam catches up on his files, even manages a more or less normal conversation with Annie (though he'll have to dispose of the tea she brought him without her noticing). After a little while, Sam gets up to carry a stack of files over to the Collator's Den. The station is all but deserted this time of the morning, the only sound coming from the soft scratching of Sam's pen, and the radio in Gene's office. Sam glances over to the closed doors, but resolves to pay Gene a visit once he's archived the files. The longer he's able to go without direct supervision, the better, right?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2017, 11:47 PM Post #506 |
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*It's a slow road, but step by step Gene manages to help acclimatise Sam to real life again. The trips outside are stressful and Gene knows Sam can hear his heart pounding with worry - but thankfully there are no dramas to cope with. In fact, Sam seems to be making really good progress. And over the weeks, Gene starts to feel more confident that this can work. Sam can deal with this. And though he wouldn't say it, Gene's proud of him. This is something he's never seen anyone do before - hang onto their humanity. It's incredible, and he's eternally grateful. Again, taking Sam that step further and allowing Sam into the station - that's another anxiety. But Sam surprises him again, and to his relief, Gene's able to let Sam work without hovering. Eventually Gene's timer beeps and he has to disengage himself from his desk and open the door, looking across to Sam's desk. Good - he's still there. He clicks his tongue and gestures, beckoning Sam over and into his office.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2017, 07:47 AM Post #507 |
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*Just as Sam is about to make his way over to the hallway, he hears that click and looks over abruptly, momentarily startled. But it's just Gene, motioning for Sam to come over... must be time for his next dose. Sam's never fed outside of Gene's home, he realises suddenly. Putting the files down, Sam makes his way over to Gene, feeling his stomach beginning to coil with slight anxiety. Anyone could walk in on them, here. He's been able to explain away the unnatural pallor of his skin so far, and he'll be manage to get away with not eating (or drinking) as well, probably - but drinking an entire package of blood? That won't be so easy to explain. Luckily, there's hardly anyone here right now... Sam walks past Gene and into the office, leaning against the filing cabinet and raising a questioning eyebrow.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 5 2017, 09:26 PM Post #508 |
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*Gene watches as Sam approaches and enters his office and cocks his eyebrow. Clearly he knows what's coming. Without a word, Gene reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a bag of blood. It should be warmish, having been out of the fridge. And though Gene doesn't particularly want to think about it, that probably makes it more pleasant for Sam.* Here. Whet your whistle before anyone notices. It'll be hard to pass this off as a bloody mary. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2017, 09:47 PM Post #509 |
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Gladys
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*Sam's lips twitch into a wry smile, but he takes the bag without complaining. If it's either this or making a bloodbath of CID, he'll gladly go for the former. And indeed, something about the blood not being entirely cold makes it easier - more agreeable on his stomach, even. Must be to do with the fact that usually, vampires go for blood fresh out of a body... Sam quickly turns his thoughts on the files he just finished as he drinks, careful not to let any of the blood drip onto his shirt. He's wearing a dark one today, just in case, but still. Once he's done, Sam folds the empty plastic and stashes it away in his trouser pocket, knowing that they can't dispose of it here - too many questions would be asked if the cleaning ladies found empty blood packets in Gene's rubbish. No, they'll get rid of it in the afternoon.* Right. *Sam wipes his mouth a little self-consciously.* The others will be back soon, won't they. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 5 2017, 11:26 PM Post #510 |
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*While Sam drinks, Gene shoves his hands in his pockets and leans backwards against his desk. It's still strange to see Sam fang-deep in a bag of blood... But he supposes he'll get used to it eventually. Maybe.* Should be. Unless Chris fell face-first into another goal post. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2017, 11:31 PM Post #511 |
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*Sam gives a little huff at this.* Wouldnt put it past him. *He then pushed himself away from the filing cabinet, suddenly feeling somewhat awkward. He hasn't got any reason to be in here, apart from the feeding... If none of this had happened, they may have snuck in a highly risky snog, but now...* Right, er, I've got files to... File. Might be better if I'm not around when everyone comes in either... *Sam rubs his hands together, as if that'll get rid of his discomfort* ... I'll be in the Collator's, if anyone needs me. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 6 2017, 12:36 AM Post #512 |
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*in the collators - sounds sensible. Somewhere quiet, away from temptation... They should both be able to relax for a bit in that case.* Right you are. Though watch the darkness down there. S'enough like a crypt you might turn into a bat. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2017, 08:03 AM Post #513 |
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*Sam rolls his eyes, but secretly he's grateful for Gene's humour. It lifts some of the constant weight off Sam's chest. With a little wave Sam leaves Gene's office, making his way over to his desk to pick up the files. It's so quiet around them... Gene's made sure to send everyone out for at least a little while, so now it's just him and Sam in the office. He can hear Gene's heartbeat, very faintly, but that's it. No other signs of life in their vicinity. Gathering himself, Sam makes his way out of the office and into the hallway.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 6 2017, 10:15 PM Post #514 |
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*Gene watches Sam leave with a renewed hope. Things seem to be going okay, and while Gene's loathe to jinx it, he's fairly confident that Sam'll be okay til the end of the day. It'll be an achievement. So he turns and sits back down at his desk to carry on. Meanwhile on Sams journey to the collators, he might notice something off about the energy of the place. Like the shadows are shifting, something lurking... And then a low, eerily kind voice sounds. "Hello Sam. Fancy seeing you back on your feet so soon. How are you feeling?" Morgan steps out from the corner, hands behind his back and a smile on his face.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2017, 10:24 PM Post #515 |
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*There is indeed something... Something is putting Sam on edge. Is it the silence around him? Or just the fact that hardly any of the officers ever dare venture to the Collator's-- Morgan's voice startles Sam so badly that he stumbles back a step, almost dropping his files.* Jesus-- *He stares at the figure before him; recognises the man.* ... S-sir? *What... What is DCI Morgan doing here...? The faint unease intensifies suddenly, coiling in his stomach like a snake, but it doesn't make any sense. Something about Morgan makes his insides cramp up, but-- why?! The last time Sam saw him, it was when they had their chat after Morgan moved his things out of the office... ... Wasn't it? And what does he mean...? It's almost as if he knows about what happened to Sam... But that's impossible.* ... I-I, uh-- *Maybe he knew about the "cold" both Sam and Gene had. Maybe that's it. No, that MUST be it.* -- uhm, b-better, thank you... Sorry, I, I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 7 2017, 09:55 PM Post #516 |
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*Morgan raises an eyebrow, his knowing gaze fixing on Sam. "Oh? That's a surprise. You should have heard me. Am I right?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 7 2017, 10:00 PM Post #517 |
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Heard--? *Sam's frown deepens, Morgan's cryptic statement adding to his confusion. What--? Then, he realises. The silence around them, save for the sound of Gene taking a swig from his hip flask and letting out a satisfied little 'ahh'. No heartbeat. No blood rushing enticingly through veins. Morgan.... Morgan is......... Sam's eyes widen.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 7 2017, 10:41 PM Post #518 |
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*Aha... Is he getting it? Morgan narrows his eyes and tries one more time to drop a hint. "You alright, Sam? You look like you've seen a ghost."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 7 2017, 10:45 PM Post #519 |
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*Sam stares back at Morgan, frozen on the spot. He doesn't know it, but his eyes are slowly changing colour.* ...you... Y-you're one of... them. *He swallows dryly, eyes darting over to where Gene's office is. This situation is ringing so many alarm bells inside his head. Vampires are Gene's mortal enemies... Carefully, trying to keep his voice low and steady, Sam asks* ... Why are you here...? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 8 2017, 12:43 AM Post #520 |
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*One of 'them'? Sam must still be struggling to accept what happened. No surprise really - Hunt's managed to do something to him, it seems. By all accounts Sam should have torn him to pieces minutes after Gene found him. But somehow he's resisting, even now. He'll have to encourage the vampire in Sam along. "It's my job to keep tabs on you, Sam. Look after you, help you to make the correct decisions."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 8 2017, 01:58 PM Post #521 |
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*A muscle in Sam's face twitches, his entire body tense. Morgan's calm voice is doing nothing to put Sam at ease, and now a headache is starting to brew behind his eyes. He's missing something, something vital, Morgan knows more than he does... And keeping tabs on him? That means... that means Morgan must have been involved in Sam being bitten, somehow...?! Gritting his teeth against the growing pressure in his head, eyes completely red now, Sam growls* Meaning? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 8 2017, 07:44 PM Post #522 |
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*"Meaning it seems that you haven't been taking care of yourself to the extent I'd have expected." Morgan hopes that the implied meaning reaches Sam - and then follows it up with his trump card. "Take this, for example." Morgan removes his hands from behind his back, producing the dusty jacket Sam left in the crypt. "It's terribly unlike you to mislay something as important as this."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 8 2017, 08:02 PM Post #523 |
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*Sam hears the rustling, the familiar soft creak of leather before he sees the jacket. And as it emerges from behind Morgan's back, Sam realises that he'd been able to smell it as well. Leather, a faint whiff of smoke and whisky... and dust. Old, stony. Musty. Like a grave. And blood. Sam's eyes widen, he reaches out automatically... and as his fingers make contact, the memories hit him, the headache flaring up. The graveyard, meeting with Morgan, talking-- Talking about Gene, about-- Killing him-- Then, the ice cold hands, falling, hitting the cold hard ground-- From there, it's muffled voices... pain, so much pain... confusion... then a bite. Another. Sucking... sucking him dry... And the last one... Morgan's voice, right up to the end-- To Sam's end-- Sam stares at Morgan, unable to move, his trembling hand gripping the jacket as though it's the only thing keeping him from being swallowed up by a black hole. His voice sounds like it's coming from far away as he stammers* Y-- you-- y-you did-- this-- to me--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 8 2017, 10:05 PM Post #524 |
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*Aha. The penny's finally dropped. Morgan hadn't expected Sam to be this dense for this long - he's a smart man... But it seems like Hunt's properly gotten to him. Anyone else would have panicked at seeing their best friend turn. They'd have been frozen as their former friend lunged at them with glowing red eyes. Sam should have drank from Hunt and embraced his new state of being. That was the plan. But here they are, and Sam's still fighting it. Morgan shakes his head, a look of mock-sympathy on his face. "I tried. But I abandoned you too early, it seems. Hunt's neutered you. Stunted your growth." He places a supportive hand on Sam's shoulder. "I'm not blaming you, Sam. You had no clue this would happen. I should have let you kill before dropping you off there. This is my fault. All I can do is try to make it up to you now. Help you to blossom."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 8 2017, 10:17 PM Post #525 |
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*Sam stares in horror, eyes jittering as he takes all this in - what Morgan is implying. That Sam was supposed to kill Gene on sight - just like Gene suspected. Jesus Christ. It's too much. Fear, horror and disgust are the prevalent emotions swirling through his kind, but there is something different as well, something Sam can't name. Something dark, angry. Morgan's hand lands in Sam's shoulder, and he reacts instinctively, violently batting it away and taking a step back, taking his jacket with him.* Don't you touch me--!! *The words come out with an intensity that startles Sam - as if it wasn't Sam himself who uttered them. But that doesn't matter now - - he needs to deal with this. With Morgan. With what that monster is trying to achieve here.* Stay away from Gene, and get the hell out of here. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 9 2017, 12:36 AM Post #526 |
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*Morgan's expression flickers as Sam shrugs out of his grip, and he responds by standing up straighter. Taller. His eyes glimmer, a tinge of blood red bubbling away under the surface. A sudden intoxicating aura of power exuding from him, Morgan starts to advance towards Sam, aiming to back him against the wall. "I'm afraid I can't, Sam. You see, what you are? It's an honour. Sired by me? Do you know how many of our kind would throw themselves on a stake for the chance to have me as their birther?" He smiles. "You are special. And until you reach maturity and make me proud, your care is in my hands."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 9 2017, 07:45 AM Post #527 |
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*The change in atmosphere is palpable. A sensation of oppression rushes at Sam, and he only realises he's been backing away from Morgan when his back hits the wall, his knees almost giving way. The files he's been holding onto flutter to the floor, as though he's suddenly lacking the strength to keep holding onto them. The jacket remains clutched in his other hand though - his anchor in this sea of madness. What Morgan is saying is madness. Until now, Sam managed not to think about the world out there - about the fact that there are other vampires. He managed not to think about what they were like, whether they had any kind of social structures and hierarchies. No, with Morgan's aura pressing down on him, he dimly realises that he's caught right in the middle of this. Morgan's voice is echoing in his head, reminiscent of how his final words before Sam died are etched into Sam's brain. It's inescapable. Sam draws breath to speak, but even that is difficult, as though Morgan is pressing down on his lungs, his throat, by sheer force of his presence. And yet, Sam presses on, forcing the words out.* .... I... don't... w-want this...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 9 2017, 07:29 PM Post #528 |
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*Morgan closes in on Sam until their chests are almost touching, his height suddenly seeming to loom above Sam like a giant. He tuts, shushing Sam before he can say any more. "You will. I promise you. Once you take that first life, feel the power... You'll want it more than you've ever wanted anything else in your life." Morgan shifts a little, his hand reaching into his suit pocket. "In fact, I have a little gift for you, Sam. Something to help you on your journey. You'll thank me later." And in one swift motion, Morgan plunges a wooden stake straight into Sam's abdomen.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 9 2017, 08:04 PM Post #529 |
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*Sam can't speak, Morgan's proximity suffocating him, chaining him to where he's stood. It's just like it was back then, in the crypt - Sam's mind spinning, Morgan's words the only solid, clear thing in a swirl of chaos, as though there's something about the man's voice itself that sends Sam into that state. Sam is caught in Morgan's merciless gaze, unable to look away... which is why he doesn't realise the danger he's in until it's too late, and the stake is embedded in his body. Sam chokes, eyes opening even wider. The pain is immediate. Where the crucifix burned him, the stake is a shard of ice, piercing through him and taking over his entire body within a split second. Sam's knees do buckle then as he lets go of the jacket as well, his muscles gone weak as rubber. He looks down, sees the wood stuck in his abdomen, just beneath the ribs, the wound already beginning to ooze a thick and black substance. As Sam goes down, he tries to grab hold of something, anything to keep himself upright - it's Morgan's sleeve that his fingers claw into. He looks up then, back into Morgan's eyes, his own gaze panicked, horrified - and pleading. He wants to say something, but the shock and pain are closing off his throat, allowing only a hoarse groan past Sam's lips.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 9 2017, 11:46 PM Post #530 |
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*Morgan doesn't break eye contact with Sam at all as he grabs onto him. He wants to see the effects. The pain in Sam's eyes. Morgan yanks back on the stake, pulling it free from Sam's body with a wet squelch. And with a small, amused sound he lets it clatter to the floor. "You'd better find someone to feed on, Sam. It'd be a shame for that to be permanent." With that, he brushes Sam's hand from him and shoves Sam away, turning and walking back into the shadows. Sam is alone.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 10 2017, 08:20 AM Post #531 |
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*Morgan... he's enjoying this. Even as his vision wavers, as that same viscous black liquid fills his mouth and spills over his lips as Morgan pulls the stake free... even then, Sam can tell that Morgan is enjoying every moment of this. Seeing Sam's agony. He falls back against the wall, Morgan's words echoing in his mind as he presses a shaking hand against the hole in his abdomen. The pain is excruciating, damaged nerves and muscles screaming at him, and that liquid... his... his blood... Gene, he needs to find Gene... Gene will fix this... But as Sam begins to push himself up, his vision beginning to tinge red at the edges, he hears something. Footsteps, several people, talking and raucous laughter, hearts beating. Better find someone to feed on, Sam. Oh God, oh no, no, no no no-- With a whimper Sam pushes himself away from the wall, stumbling near immediately. He has to get away, hide-- he can hear them walking up the stairs, ready to report to their Guv before going off to their lunch break-- they can't find him like this. Red flares across his vision, fangs bared, God, he longs for that blood, anything to stop the agony, but what would Gene say? Somehow, Sam manages to drag himself forward, one hand grabbing onto the wall desperately, the other uselessly pressing against the wound, already drenched in black. He needs to go somewhere he can't hear them, somewhere they won't see him... A door, there, Lost and Found... Thick walls... Sam all but falls through the door, just about managing to shut it behind him. Everything is dipped in red now as he staggers down the rows of metal shelves, before his legs give way and he crashes to the ground, curling up with a quiet groan. And yet he continues, clawing his way further into the room, leaving a trail of black behind him, until he finds the furthest, darkest corner. Sam collapses there, half propped up against a box, absolute agony washing over him. Is this it...? Is he going to die.....? Sam coughs, causing more vampire blood to drip down his chin and onto his shirt. The pain is sapping away all his strength, blood oozing past his shaking hand, soaking his shirt, his trousers, dripping onto the floor... -- All that's left of Sam and Morgan' encounter in the hallway now are the scattered files, Sam's jacket, and the stained stake. Moments later, CID's detectives make their way into the office, chattering among themselves. They're too far away to see the crime scene within their own walls.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 10 2017, 09:00 PM Post #532 |
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*Gene continues working for another hour and a half, trying to give Sam his space. It won't help him acclimatise if he continually hears Gene sneaking around outside the room he's in, checking on him. So he does his best to keep his distance, trust Sam to handle himself. Until he realises it's almost time for Sam to feed again. The Collators is usually empty... So he should be safe to carry a blood bag down there... Being very careful not to puncture it, Gene gently nestles one into his jacket pocket, pushing it down far enough that it won't show. Then, cautiously, Gene makes his way through the now-populated CID and towards the exit. It isn't until he's in the corridor leading down to the Collators that Gene realises something's wrong. As he turns the corner, he notices it. The mess on the floor. A scattering of papers, a stained piece of wood, and-- Is that--? It's not blood, it's black! Black like... His stomach drops.* Oh Jesus. *All thoughts abandoned, Gene rushes forward and grabs at the stake. It's professionally carved, right into a proper point. The liquid on the ground, unmistakable. He's fought with a vampire enough times to know the colour of what comes out when it's injured. Panic now coursing through him, Gene looks up at the trail - it smears in a series of drag marks, and then... the door! Sam must have-- Gene hurries forward and bursts into the room, following the marks until he finds what he's looking for. Sam, looking even paler than before, a spreading mess of black staining his front. Swallowing hard, Gene drops to his knees and grabs at Sam's shoulders.* Sam! Jesus Christ, what happened!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 10 2017, 09:21 PM Post #533 |
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*Sam doesn't know how much time passes. It feels like an eternity. The blood keeps flowing, oozing past his drenched fingers, forming a growing puddle around him. The pain is constant, but not constant enough to get used to - he tries to hold still, but sometimes the blood in his throat makes him cough, and that sets off all the damage down to his midriff... And the hunger is there as well. Desperate, raging hunger. It's not just about feeling that cold emptiness within him now, it's about mending himself. Anything to stop the agony. But he can't go and find what he needs. He can't. He mustn't. Maybe it's good that he's hurting too much to move - otherwise... He's so lost in those sensations that Sam doesn't realise he isn't alone anymore until Gene is only a few feet away from him. Sam's eyes snap open, their bright red colour signalling his need for blood. And in that first moment, it's Sam's feral instincts that gain the upper hand. He hisses - but paired with how he flinches away from Gene, it's clearly a sign of defensiveness, rather than aggression. He's injured, knows he can't defend himself properly, and in this state, even a human being could easily gain the upper hand over him. Immediately after the hiss, though, Sam coughs again - because his body's tensed up again, fresh blood seeps from the wound, spills over his lips and down his chin, and if Gene wasn't already grabbing onto him, he'd be toppling over onto his side.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 10 2017, 11:08 PM Post #534 |
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*That hiss - it makes Gene draw back quickly. Damn, is this the vampire? Or Sam? Or both? In this state, what if Sam can't hold back? What if he snaps?? Gene's did drift momentarily to the stairs now laying on the ground. A very last option, if he needs it. The black dripping from Sam's chin takes his attention again though, and Gene's heart thumps hard. God... Sam looks as though he's dying... He should be healing! Why isn't he healing? The stake? And how did this even happen?! He shrugs out of his jacket quickly and tries to press it to the wound, his voice betraying his pained thoughts.* Shit, Sam... Tell me you didn't--?? *Tell me you didn't try to finish what you tried those weeks ago!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 11 2017, 07:35 AM Post #535 |
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*The sudden pressure on his wound draws a choked groan from Sam, forcing him to close his eyes - but also gives him back some clarity. He recognises the voice now, the quick panicked beat of that particular heart. Gene. Sam opens his eyes again, still shining red - but there's a different quality to his pained gaze now. An overwhelming mix of emotions washes over him; gratitude, relief, and fear. Gene doesn't know how desperate Sam is for blood right now. Doesn't know how dangerous it is for him to be here, so close to Sam. However, Gene's question needs addressing as well. His tone of voice tells Sam exactly what he's referring to, and he can't have Gene worrying about that on top of everything else. Sam shakes his head before quietly saying* N-no... *Sam grimaces - speaking is painful... every time he draws breath, he can feel more blood bubbling up his throat...* ... M-Morgan... it was Morgan. A-all of it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 11 2017, 09:42 PM Post #536 |
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Wha-- *Morgan? Frank Morgan? That bastard who... who took over his department...?? Confusion plain in his expression, Gene takes Sam's blood-covered hands and presses them down over his jacket, trying to get him to stem the bleeding. At the back of his mind, Gene knows what a dangerous position he's in right now - so close to Sam that his fast heartbeat must be deafening... But even though his logic is screaming at him to back away, to keep his distance, Gene can't help but let his gut guide him. And his gut is telling him to help. To try to save Sam. Even if it means saving the vampire's life too, Gene won't let Sam die. Not now.* Frank Morgan? From Hyde? What the bloody hell are you talking about?! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 11 2017, 09:59 PM Post #537 |
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*Sam grits his teeth as Gene adjusts his hands - he's already tried that, stemming the bleeding, but the pain, the cold, it's sapping Sam's strength. And it's not just that. Now that his memories are back, they won't stop replaying in his head, like some sort of insane kalaidoscope. He felt so weak, and helpless, and scared back then. Just like he's feeling now. And then there's Gene, trying desperately to help, leaning in so close... Sam could just lean forward a bit, and he'd have him, he'd have what he needs the most right now. No.* He turned m-me. I was-- I was meeting him, that day... Thought he just w-wanted to talk... *Jesus but talking this much makes his muscles scream with agony... Sam groans at the back of his throat as his abdomen tenses, causing more blood to soak his already drenched shirt.* H-he wants to kill you, Gene. Through-- through me. I-I need-- hrk-- *Something in Sam's gaze changes, becomes guarded.* ... I-I need blood. *A moment's hesitation, then Sam quietly adds, his voice laced with pain, but steadier than before.* ... Hunt. I need to-- to feed or it won't... Won't heal. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 12:33 AM Post #538 |
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*Gene stares into Sam's eyes as he talks, digesting that information. So that was the plan. Turn Sam, make him kill Gene, get rid of them both in one go. And Shit... That means Morgan's... Morgan's a vampire and Gene never even detected it! How the hell can that be?! Shit! Sam's voice changes, and that's enough to make Gene blink. Suddenly he's not really looking at Sam any more. It's the vampire. Squashing down his distrust, Gene lets go of Sam's hands and digs in the exposed pocket of the bundled up jacket. Blood bag in hand he holds it out shakily.* This should do it... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 08:15 AM Post #539 |
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*As soon as Gene let go of his hands, Sam acutely feels the loss of contact and heat. God, he's so cold. His vision drenched in red, Sam almost doesn't recognise what Gene is holding out to him; when he does, there's an immediate sense of... futility. Hopelessness. However, he reaches out nonetheless, something within him urging him to take the bag, try it anyway. It might work. It might be enough. It has to be enough. The bag almost slips out from between Sam's fingers, slick with blood as they are, and he barely manages to keep hold of it with his own shaking hands, let alone raise it to his mouth. He's been bleeding for so long, and even though there seems to be no end to it, it's left him much weaker than he was before.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 09:32 PM Post #540 |
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*Gene has to stop himself from reaching out and physically holding the bag to Sam's lips - it's too dangerous... Too dangerous for his veins to be that close while Sam's drinking... So all he can do is watch and will Sam on, watch him drain the bag and hopefully begin to heal.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 09:37 PM Post #541 |
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*Drinking is painful. Every little motion sets off the severed muscles and nerves, sends little streams of blood pulsing down Sam's front. But he soldiers on, slowly draining the bag. The red animal blood and his own black blood mingle, dripping down his chin... But finally, he's done, and the empty bag falls from his hands. Sam coughs wetly, trying to keep the blood in, but with little success. And even as he coughs, he knows - the vampire knows - that it didn't work. He instinctively realises that the effect would have been immediate. Sam shakes his head weakly.* ... It's not w-working. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 10:05 PM Post #542 |
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*Not... not working? But it's blood, it's supposed to work!* What? *Gene blinks at Sam in panicked confusion for a moment before shaking his head - it has to work! What else can they do??* I have more... in my office... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 10:11 PM Post #543 |
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*Sam grimaces, both out of agony and realising that Gene doesn't understand what's happening. Christ, there's so much he doesn't know... and Sam is having to learn it for him now, the hard way.* S'not... the s-same. S'not gonna work. *Sam doesn't want it to be true either... but there is one part of him that just knows. And it's that part that's giving him words to explain it to Gene, faint regret in his voice.* Only... only human blood'll do the trick. It has to be... a-alive. Warm. S'like... *A comparison comes to Sam's mind, and he can't help but smile, despite everything* ... s'like needing alcohol, but getting b-butterscotch instead of... whisky... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 10:17 PM Post #544 |
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*What!? But... that's impossible... he can't give Sam human blood... there's no way he could even get hold of that. Not in the quantity Sam needs! But if he doesn't.. what then? Will Sam just... not heal? Will he be like this forever? Coughing blood and with his stomach opened up, unable to move!? Cursing his own lack of knowledge, Gene forces out through gritted teeth,* Even if... I warm it up first? That won't work!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 10:34 PM Post #545 |
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*Sam takes a breath to reply, but it triggers another coughing fit. More blood, dripping from his chin, the pain ripping through him with each tremor. And still, through all of that, Sam can hear it - Gene's heart, beating so hard and fast. Stressed. Panicked. Because of Sam. By the end of the coughing, Sam can only shake his head, not daring to use his lungs and throat.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 10:43 PM Post #546 |
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*Shit... Shit! At a loss, Gene suddenly shoves himself up onto his feet and moves back from Sam a step. There's only one solution to this. A solution Gene really doesn't want to have to impliment, not after they've worked so hard to keep Sam clean. Not after the threats from the vampire and the previous attacks. It's so dangerous... But he can see no other way. Caught in a horrible spiral, Gene stares at Sam for a moment, one hand in his hair. There really is no other way. Voice strained, Gene asks.* ... How much will it take? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 10:49 PM Post #547 |
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*Sam follows Gene's movements with some difficulty - his vision is till red, slightly wobbly, and focusing on any one thing is difficult. Except for Gene - Gene appears hyper sharp, so much so that it almost hurts to look at him. And... he seems to have come to some kind of conclusion... For a moment, Sam thinks that he'll be delivering a finishing stroke. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. But then, that question. The pain is addling Sam's mind, so he doesn't understand what Gene is trying to get at.* I-I don't... know... M-Morgan didn't... say... *He falls silent for a few seconds - again, this instinct... he can sense something... Quietly, Sam adds* .... I... I think if I drink... just a l-little...the process should begin. The more I feed, the... the faster I'll... heal. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 10:56 PM Post #548 |
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* A little... okay... okay, maybe this could work...* And you're sure without it you'll just stay like this? There's no other way? 'Cos if so, now's the time for that thing inside you to pipe up. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 11:07 PM Post #549 |
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*Sam doesn't respond immediately, staring up at Gene. He doesn't understand, isn't making the connection. Gene's heart is beating even faster than before, fast enough for Sam to begin to worry whether Gene is about to have an attack... His obliviousness showing quite clearly, Sam finally murmurs* ... Still c-can't feel anything. No... Effects. *And now, finally, there's additional unease. Gene is planning on getting Sam human blood, isn't he... But... How.....?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 11:09 PM Post #550 |
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*Gene swallows. Okay... Okay... His face darkening, Gene takes a deep breath.* Sam... Be honest... If you started to drink.... Would you be able to stop? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 11:12 PM Post #551 |
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*Sam blinks. Is... Is Gene seriously considering to... Get someone in here.....? Sam swallows, strange emotions welling up inside him, making his voice sound rougher than it already is. Be honest.* .......... I don't know. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 11:15 PM Post #552 |
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*Shit. Gene takes another deep breath, psyching himself up. There's nothing he can do. If he dragged anyone else in here from the cells and got Sam to drink from them, his secret would be revealed. They'd know what Sam was. There's only one possibility. Face stony, Gene suddenly starts unbuttoning his sleeve.* I need to talk to the vampire. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 11:27 PM Post #553 |
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*What the-- Sam wants to say something, ask what the hell Gene is planning to do, whether this is what it looks like-- But then he closes his mouth, hesitating for a moment. And suddenly, Sam understands. His eyes, burning red, widen slightly. While his voice isn't as calm anymore as it was earlier, it's clear that this isn't just Sam speaking anymore.* ... S-stop that. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2017, 11:36 PM Post #554 |
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*Gene pauses as his eyes flick up - there's those red irises again. The vampire's looking back at him now, it's clear. The vampire's presence always makes Gene more nervous, but this time he has to bear it. He needs to talk to it before they do this. He needs to make it understand. Voice hard once more, Gene finishes undoing his sleeve and starts shoving it up his arm.* Shut up. You wouldn't understand. *Gene takes a step forward again, crouching in front of the creature and fixing it in a dagger-like stare.* Sam may as well be dead - you may as well be dead if I leave you like this. And while you're an uninvited house guest overstaying its welcome... to save Sam, I have to save your soddin' arse too. *he grits his teeth, a slightly softer look taking over his face. He's risking everything here. Everything. He needs something back.* I'm gonna let you take some of mine. But on one condition. You take only what you need. Then you stop. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2017, 11:50 PM Post #555 |
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*Sam stares as Gene kneels down in front of him, moving slightly as if trying to back away, even though there is nowhere to go. Oh God... Gene is offering. Actually offering. A hot, painful wave of hunger washes through Sam, his lips parting to reveal black-bloodstained fangs. But he catches himself, gritting his teeth with a soft groan. He wouldn't understand? Christ, Gene... If he knew... But Sam knows Gene won't listen to him, not now. All he can do is what Gene asked of him - be honest.* I can't... I can't promise that. But, I-- ... I... *Sam's gaze softens as well, a different kind of pain glimmering in his eyes.* .... I don't want to k-kill you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 13 2017, 09:20 PM Post #556 |
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*Gene grits his teeth, scared by what he's about to do.* Then don't. *heart beating hard and fast, Gene steels himself.... And then raises his lower arm in front of Sam's mouth. Please, Sam... Please have the power to stop this. And the vampire... It has to listen to Sam, surely... Please... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 13 2017, 09:26 PM Post #557 |
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*Oh.... Oh God... Sam can't identify what he feels as Gene raises his arm up to his mouth - brings those veins so close. Oh God, he can hear the blood flowing. He can smell it. Sam slowly looks up, wide red eyes staring into Gene's. It's a silent question. Are you sure? There's something else in Sam's gaze as well: Hunger. Thinly veiled, desperate desire. He knows this will heal him, will finally, finally do something against the cold within him. He won't be able to hold back much longer.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 13 2017, 10:25 PM Post #558 |
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*Shit... Sam, don't give him a chance to pull out of this. He's terrified. He's seen vampires rip people to pieces, suck them dry... And it's only his trust and fear of losing Sam that's keeping his arm up there, trembling slightly in front of Sam's face.* No. So don't make me regret it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 13 2017, 10:36 PM Post #559 |
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*One of Sam's eyes twitches, his body going tense. He can't do it, he can't hold back any longer. Not with Gene's heart racing the way it is. Sam reaches up slowly, taking hold of Gene's arm with his own, blood-slick hands. His grip is weak, tremors running through his limbs, but he holds on nonetheless, tugging Gene's arm closer... His focus narrows. To that one vein. The warmth, the life pulsing through it. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever head. The most delicious smell. Sam opens his mouth, fangs glinting in the room's twilight. He knows what to do. This is an ancient instinct, guiding him. Then, with a snapping sound, Sam sinks his fangs into Gene's arm. The sensation, the taste overwhelms him immediately. It tastes like nothing he's ever tasted before, but he can't imagine anything tasting better than this. The heat of Gene's blood rushes through him, a wave of sheer life force, making him heady. Sam groans at the back of his throat as he begins to drink.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 13 2017, 10:47 PM Post #560 |
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*Gene wants to look away as Sam's fangs break the skin. He doesn't want to watch. But somehow he can't look away. The pain makes him gasp - but he was prepared for that. It's the next sensation that makes Gene feel sick. Sam's lips lock on and he can feel his own blood rush out of him - being sucked out of him. There's a pressure over the wounds, forcefully drawing the blood out in a stream. There's sharp pain, of course. But there's also a deep bruising sensation. The feeling of his own body having its heat stolen. It churns Gene's stomach. And Sam's hands locked onto his arm don't help him feel in control of the situation. Breathing heavily, Gene starts to count internally, willing it to be over. Hoping beyond hope that when he looks at Sam's stomach all he'll see is clean, intact skin so he can pull away.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 13 2017, 10:53 PM Post #561 |
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*As Sam drinks, his grip grows stronger. He's lost in this now, lost in the sensation of being warm, lost in the taste. Hia body needs this, demands it. Gene's blood is being processed immediately, entering Sam's system faster and harder than any kind of alcohol or drug he could ever ingest. Sam's gulps, slightly hesitant at first, become more greedy.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2017, 12:53 AM Post #562 |
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*The pain intensifies suddenly as Sam's grip tightens, locking his arm in place like a vice. The sucking grows stronger, and a pang of panic shoots through Gene's heart. He looks down at Sams stomach, pulling the jacket away - and thank god, the only black liquid there now seems to be clotting and halfway to drying. No new blood. That means it must be working! And if he's started to heal... It's time to stop this. He blinks the beginnings of tiny spots away from his eyes and tugs on his arm a little.* Sam... That's enough. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 14 2017, 08:29 AM Post #563 |
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*Gene's words don't register, the promise he had to give earlier all but forgotten. Sam's response to the slight tugging is to strengthen his grip on Gene's arm, keeping it in place. There's still so much more to drink, a strong heart pumping blood right into Sam's mouth. He's nowhere near done yet...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2017, 08:17 PM Post #564 |
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*Shit... Oh shit...! Sam's... he's gone. He's in a blood haze. He's not going to stop. This was a terrible idea, what the bloody hell was he doing!?* Sam! That's enough! *The spots dancing in front of Gene's eyes multiply and he realises suddenly that he can't feel his hand any more - it feels cold. Numb. In fact, he's starting to feel cold all over. With his free hand, Gene grabs a handful of Sam's hair and tries to push his head back - release the fangs from his skin. He digs his heel into Sam's hip, pushing as hard as he can. Any distance he can get, anything to loosen Sam's grip on him--! But Gene can feel it - his blood pressure plummeting. The telltale signs that he's going to pass out. The fear, the shock and the bloodloss are feeding each other and shutting him down. The force he's putting into trying to escape weakens as his movements cause the seal Sam has on his arm to slip momentarily, a small river of blood running over his skin and down to his elbow. The sight... It makes Gene choke. For a second all Gene can see is Stu in front of him, lunging, sprinting towards him, fangs bared and hunger in his eyes. He blinks and Sam's back. Beneath him the floor shifts and he has to grab at the carpet with his free hand to try and stop him going over completely. Voice thin, he tries to shout again.* S-Sam--! You b-bastard... Stop this now... ! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 14 2017, 08:46 PM Post #565 |
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*Sam growls as Gene begins to seriously resist, irritated that the source of warmth is beginning to slip away from him. His so desperate for it, this sweet nectar, but even as he feels something push against his head, his lower body, Sam doesn't budge. The adrenaline coursing through the blood gives it a sharp tinge that only adds to its enticing taste, and Sam can't get enough of it. Irritation flares up as he's pushed back, however. Some of the blood flows free - precious liquid, now lost - and makes Sam realise that he'll have to work a little harder to get what he needs. One hand still gripping Gene's arm (Sam's strength is returning with every moment that passes), his other shoots out, fingers curling around Gene's throat and pushing back. It's not strong enough to really choke him, but it should subdue Sam's prey enough so that he'll be able to drink his fill...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2017, 08:53 PM Post #566 |
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*Gene can feel his pulse beating uselessly in his neck - his heart pumping blood meant for his body, but every beat just pushes more into his attacker's mouth. And just as his leg starts to weaken its push on Sam's body, there's suddenly a hand around his throat. Pushing. Subduing. Stopping him from manouvering any which way. And that's the last straw. Sam's hand isn't choking, but it's enough to tear away his last hope of escape, to restrict his breathing just that small amount that combined with the blood loss, it wipes Gene out. The spots in his eyes become an explanding grey haze, overtaking his vision completely. Up becomes down, his limbs feel numb and nonexistant. Certain that he's about to die at the hands of his best friend, Gene whispers Sam's name once more... Cries inside at the fact that this will destroy Sam. The vampire will take over. Will he kill everyone in the station? He's failed... allowed Sam to become a monster. In the end, nothing he did to help worked. It was all for nothing. And then the darkness takes him.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 14 2017, 09:05 PM Post #567 |
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*That's it, that's it... oh yes, he can sense it, his victim giving in, finally. Now he can mend himself, drink enough to fill that terrible hole, much deeper than the superficial wound. He can feel the pulse fluttering, feels muscles slacken, hears a whisper, Sam.... And Gene goes limp. Gene. Gene. Sam blinks. Slowly, hesitantly, he pulls back, his fangs slipping free with a quiet, wet sound, blood now flowing freely. He looks up and into the face of the man he's still gripping by his neck, head lolled back, held upright only by Sam's hand... Gene... he... he........! Sam's eyes widen with sudden horror. He lets go of Gene as though he's been burned, but then quickly reaches out again, catching Gene's shoulder before he's able to topple back and hit the ground.* G-Gene? Gene?! *His pulse is there, Sam can hear it clearly, though it's weaker than before, slightly more irregular-- Oh God, he... he went to far....!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2017, 11:00 PM Post #568 |
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*Gene's unaware as Sam's fangs slip from his veins. He doesn't feel it as Sam releases his neck. Even when Sam grabs him again and starts calling his name, Gene's completely out cold, the blood now running down his wrist, his fingers. His skin is pale, body limp. Nothing Sam can do right now will get a response.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 14 2017, 11:10 PM Post #569 |
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*Oh no... Oh Jesus Christ no...!!!* Gene!!! *Sam knows it's futile, but he can't help calling Gene's name either way. His skin is sickly pale, shadows under his eyes, he's limp.... Lifeless....! Sam's chest is tight with panic as he lowers Gene down as gently as he possibly can, laying him down properly.* Gene, w-wake up, please...! *Sam's gaze flicks down to Gene's wrist, blood flowing freely from it now... Right, he needs to do something about this. The panic is enough to squash down any appetite he might have had left. Instead, Sam looks around wildly for something, anything he could use as bandage....! Gene needs to stop bleeding before it's too late, before he-- Sam looks down himself - most of his shirt is soaked in his own black blood, but maybe-- Not bothering to unbuttoned it, Sam simply rips it open, the fabric parting easily. The sleeves are more or less clean, so he makes quick work of them and rips them into strips. Quick as he can he wraps that around Gene's wrist, tying the cloth as tightly as he dares. This will have to do for now...! Without thinking, his hands shaking, Sam reaches out and takes Gene's face into his hands.* Gene, c'mon...!! *He lightly slaps Gene's face, desperately hoping for a response...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2017, 11:19 PM Post #570 |
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*It takes a good few minutes, and Gene is unconscious completely as Sam bandages his arm up... but finally Gene begins to surface. In response to the slap, he twitches. A soft groan slips past his lips, but that's the only response Sam'll get so far....* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 14 2017, 11:29 PM Post #571 |
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!! *He's responding! But Sam doesn't allow himself to be relieved yet.* That's it, that's it...! *But then, Sam realises something. If the first thing Gene sees is Sam's face... He's going to panic. And as much as that thought hurts him, he knows it'll hurt far more to actually see it happen. Sam presses his hands a little more firmly against Gene's cheeks, then lets up entirely. His voice quavering, he says* I-I'll be right back. Don't move. *Hopefully Gene can hear him... Hopefully he won't think Sam's run off to-- No, he needs to concentrate. Sam gets up to his feet swiftly, not even noticing that the wound has healed up entirely and he's in better physical condition than he has been since he was turned. No, his entire being is focused on helping Gene, and fixing this as far as he's able to. Navigating CID without being seen is, surprisingly enough, easy. Sam makes it to the locker room, rummaged around in his own locker until he finds the lucozade bottle he keeps handy these days, along with a spare shirt. On his way out he grabs the first aid kit as well, and swiftly makes his way back to Lost and Found, once again managing to go unseen. He slips into the room, all but running over to that corner... But then he slows down, coming to a halt a few meters from where Gene is lying. Is he awake...?* ... Gene? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 01:35 AM Post #572 |
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*Gene wakes up gradually, the pain in his arm the first thing he registers. Then there's the chill in his bones, the way the floor is seemingly rocking beneath him like he's on the floor of a boat. The last few minutes are gone from his mind, thoughts muffled in the fuzz of his brain. Eventually he tries to move, clumsily lifting his sore arm until it flops onto his chest. His other hand moves up to clutch at it - and as his numb fingers brush tightly wound fabric, he frowns. That's... Wrong. Why is that wrong? And why can't he feel anything? Then he hears Sam's voice. The footsteps. Oh. He remembers. Clutching his arm tighter, Gene tries to lift his head to get a look at Sam - to check for red eyes, to watch for an attack... But he can't even focus properly. Groggily, and slurring like he's been on the whiskey, Gene mumbles.* Y'bast'rd... Almost bloody killed me...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2017, 08:59 AM Post #573 |
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*The relief at hearing Gene speak is immediately shot to pieces by Gene's words. Suddenly Sam's eyes are burning, and he has to blink the tears away. This isn't the time to feel sorry for himself... even if Gene has lost all trust in him now, and even though Sam has no right to touch him, he has to. Sam owes it to Gene to at least make sure he's alright, that he recovers from this. Sam responds hoarsely* I'm sorry. *He crosses the distance between them - carefully, so as not to spook Gene, and kneels down next to him, putting down the first aid kit and his shirt. He opens the bottle of lucozade, then extends his free hand, gently shimmying it under Gene's shoulders, intending to help him sit up just enough to be able to drink some of the sweet stuff... Though Sam isn't aware of it, his eyes are still red, and will remain so for a while - Sam's panic and horror over what he did to Gene are masking it, but he's still on a blood-high.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 04:51 PM Post #574 |
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*Gene had half intended it as a joke, but from the sound of Sam's voice, it fell flat. He's too groggy to force himself to correct it though - as Sam's arm materialises behind his shoulders he squeezes his eyes shut. The floor tilts more violently, a subtle wave of nausea rolling through him. Then, uncertain, he slurs again.* I... am alive... Yeah? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2017, 05:01 PM Post #575 |
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*Gene isn't trying to resist... that's... that's good. That has to be good. ... or maybe he's just too weak to really react... Sam nods, then quietly says* Yeah. 'ere... *Having propped Gene up as gently as he can, Sam lifts the lucozade up to Gene's lips - the sugar should help kick-start his system and blood pressure again... hopefully....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 07:08 PM Post #576 |
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*Gene grunts as Sam lifts his top half up, his wrist held close against his chest. It's throbbing, his pulse pounding uncomfortably against the tight fabric bandage, the pain radiating dully up the rest of his arm. The plastic rim touches his lips and Gene opens up, allowing Sam to tip some of the Lucozade into his mouth. He swallows, pausing a moment to finally look up at Sam properly. And there they are, still burnng bright - those red eyes of the vampire. For a second Gene's worried... But the actions Sam's displaying now are most definitely him. This can't be the vampire taking control now. This is Sam, for sure. Still disorientated, Gene asks,* Did... Did it work? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2017, 07:40 PM Post #577 |
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*Sam can sense Gene's discomfort, and the knowledge weighs heavy on his chest. This is Sam's doing. He inflicted this on Gene. But at least he's drinking, accepting Sam's help... And then, that question... even now, he seems to worry. To care. Sam swallows against his throat tightening, and just nods, not trusting his voice not to break. He lowers Gene back to the ground, regretting the fact that there's nothing they can use as makeshift pillow... But there are more urgent things to take care of. Like the cloth wrapped around Gene's wrist. It's already staining red, the blots spreading slowly, but steadily. Sam places the Lucozade close to Gene's good hand, should he want more, then turns to the first aid kit. He needs to properly bandage the bite... His senses are so focused on Gene's well-being that Sam isn't even aware of the fact that right now, the prominent smell of blood is doing nothing for him. No flaring up of bloodlust, no sudden urges; nothing. Not even as he undoes the knot and throws the cloth to the side, quickly moving in to place proper gauze over the two puncture wounds. Then he begins to wrap the bandage around Gene's wrist, trying hard not to jostle it too much.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 10:23 PM Post #578 |
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*Gene's so focused on listening for Sam's response that he almost misses the nod. But thank God, that's a yes. Sam's better. He's going to be okay. He grimaces again as Sam lowers him down again - it's going to take a while longer for the world to stop spinning. Later, Gene'll be amazed at Sam's disinterest in his blood as he undoes the makeshift bandage - that's a huge achievement... Or maybe it's just that he's full... But right now, Gene's concentrating on trying not to shiver from the cold and trying not to hiss in pain as the fabric peels away from his skin and then the new covering is wound over it.* Ngh... Good... Spewing b-black sludge... Did nothing for your look. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2017, 10:34 PM Post #579 |
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*Gene may be trying to hide his discomfort now, but Sam doesn't miss all the telltale signs. He can feel the tremors running through Gene, his muscles contracting with pain as Sam touches the area around the bite; he can hear his pulse quickening. He finishes applying the bandage as quickly as he can, fastening it in place. That should do... He doesn't react to Gene's joke - there's too much going on in his mind. He could have killed Gene. And then, everyone else at the station. And before that, what Morgan revealed - what his returned memories revealed - it's all swirling in Sam's mind, and only because he's concentrating on Gene is he able to function at all. Getting Gene some place safe, somewhere he can recover, is Sam's top priority right now. Nothing else matters. Sam shifts, sliding his arm once again underneath Gene's shoulders and propping him up. He grabs the lucozade again as well, holding it up to Gene's lips.* Better have some more of that... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 10:44 PM Post #580 |
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*Sam isn't taking the bait. His jokes aren't hitting the mark at all. It's obvious how bad Sam feels about this... But that fact itself is unbearable in so many ways. Of course Sam should feel sorry. Sorry that he went too far. But none of this is his fault. Sam never asked to be turned like this... And it was Gene's choice to offer blood. Admittedly less than Sam took, but he still knew the risk. Before he knows it, Gene's pulled upright again and there's Lucozade against his lips. He accepts it gratefully, feeling rather dehydrated all of a sudden - though he can't glug it down as fast as he'd like - the way the floor continues to rock (albeit more slowly now) isn't doing anything for the low level of nausea he still feels.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2017, 10:54 PM Post #581 |
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Easy... *Seeing Gene drink so readily lifts a fraction of the weight off Sam's chest. Right, he'll bounce back from this... He'll recover...! When Sam speaks again, he can't keep the trepidation from his voice.* ...how...how're you feeling now? Think you could get up, or do you need more time? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2017, 11:50 PM Post #582 |
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*As Gene swallows his last mouthful he considers. He feels like shit. But this is a feeling he's had before. The cold, the weakness, the unsteadiness... It's classic shock mixed with bloodloss. As long as his arm stops bleeding, he'll be okay. He just needs to recover...* Think... Think I'll live (!) If I pass out again... You can always put me in a fireman's lift. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2017, 09:47 AM Post #583 |
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*If he passes out again... Sam doesn't want that to happen. Anything but that. He grits his teeth and lowers Gene back down.* Right. Give me a couple of minutes then, I... I need to clean up and get your coat. M'taking you home. *While Sam speaks, he reaches for the shirt he brought and slips into it quickly, buttoning it up. His hands are covered in dried black blood, but luckily it isn't rubbing off. He knows there must be more stains down his chin and neck as well... he'll have to try and wash those off quickly before anyone sees him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 16 2017, 03:40 PM Post #584 |
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*Gene lets his eyes slip closed as Sam lowers him back down. He's cold and tired, disorientated and weak. Being horizontal suits him just fine.* Mmh... Might wanna give your face a wipe. Think there's somethin' on your chin. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2017, 04:01 PM Post #585 |
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*Sam's hand shoots up and he self-consciously starts wiping at his chin, grimacing when he sees the additional black smears on his hand. Jesus... He glances around them, taking in just how much blood there is. The light is dim in here, but Sam can still see that a considerable area of the floor is covered... How long was he in here, bleeding endlessly....?! Sam looks down at Gene, his chest throbbing faintly at the sight. Gene is so pale, it practically looks like he's glowing in the dark... And all because Sam wasn't careful enough...! He hesitates, then reaches down to gently squeeze Gene's shoulder.* Back in a mo. Don't move. *And with that, Sam is gone. He makes it down to the toilets unnoticed, and even manages not to flinch as the stained, cracked mirrors above the sinks fail to show his image. Instead he just concentrates on washing the black off his hands and face. Only once he's in Gene's office, fetching the coat, does he run into problems - namely, the other detectives. Explaining to them that somehow Gene's had a flu relapse and collapsed in Lost and Found, isn't the easiest task; Ray looks at him doubtfully, and Chris asks him about why his eyes are so red. Cold panic shoots through Sam, and he just so manages to stammer something about an eye infection before excusing himself. On his way, he hastily picks up the debris left in the hallway - his jacket and the files. He'll have to leave the latter inside Lost and Found for now, but the jacket... Feeling the leather in his fingers gives Sam a strange sense of safety. Finally he's back inside the room.* Gene? It's me... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 16 2017, 09:49 PM Post #586 |
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*Gene almost laughs at Sam's 'don't move'. He wants to mutter back "couldn't if I tried", but he refrains this time. Instead he just lets Sam get on with it, staying still and keeping his eyes closed in hope that it'll help. Sam seems to be gone for a fair while, and eventually Gene starts to get uncomfortable laying on the floor. He knows he's not meant to move, but... If he can just get himself up against the wall... He tries to get himself up onto his elbows, but the force of Sam's bite still sends pangs up his arm enough to make him flop back down against the ground. But he persists - after a good deal of huffing and grunting Gene's pushed himself back far enough that his head and shoulders are up against the wall Sam was pressed against before. Not quite sitting but at least not completely vertical either. And from this position Gene can see the puddles and smears of Sam's black tar-like blood, splattered over the floor. Jesus christ... How did he survive that? At last Sam's voice rings out and Gene can't help uttering his thoughts.* Ahh, the walking oil rig. Dunno how... How you've got anything left in you. Most of you's on the floor. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2017, 09:53 PM Post #587 |
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*Sam is shrugging on his jacket as he makes his way over to where Gene is... now almost sitting. So he did move. Well, if he was able to, it's a good sign... Sam stops a few feet away from Gene, looking self-conscious as he raises his hand to press it against the spot where the stake had been embedded. He's been wondering the same thing, but all he can do is shrug.* .... I s'pose that's something I can't run out of, now. *Sam looks around at the smears as well, almost feeling embarrassed.* ... do you think we can write that off as a fountain-pen accident for now? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 16 2017, 10:02 PM Post #588 |
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*Gene does snort at that, relieved by the fact that Sam actually played along with one of his jokes. He's used to Sam being sarcastic and sullen, but not this.... Despondent. Hopefully this means he's stopped blaming himself so much...* Oh... I think we can just tell 'em it's the black and dark depths of your undead soul. Think it's believable enough. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2017, 10:22 PM Post #589 |
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*That... That's almost too close to the truth. Sam can't bring himself to react, let alone smile at that joke. He goes to kneel down next to Gene, hesitating before putting a hand on his shoulder. His eyes are still red, but duller than before.* Let's get you out of here... I've told the others you've had a flu relapse. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 16 2017, 10:45 PM Post #590 |
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*Gene's expression twitches at that - the others think he's had a flu relapse? That's not going to do much for his reputation... He just hopes nobody sees him looking so shit on the way out. Maybe he should just go sleep this off in his office, keep up face... * Just... Stick me on the sofa in my office or something... Should be back to normal in a bit... *he hopes!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2017, 10:51 PM Post #591 |
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No. *The word comes out with so much force that Sam pauses for a moment, blinking. He needs to get Gene home - the thought of him staying here, looking pale like this, makes Sam physically bristle. He needs to get Gene some place safe. Some place Morgan won't attack them. They've been safe at Gene's house so far. Without another word, Sam slides his arm around Gene's shoulders once more, helping him sit up. Then, he drops his coat in Gene's lap - it should help with Gene's shivers...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 17 2017, 01:14 AM Post #592 |
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... Alright, suit y'rself. *Sam's words are said with such force that Gene really can't muster the energy to argue. Home it is, then. He winces as he's sat up, moving his bad arm to rest against his chest protectively. The lightheadedness still hasn't completely gone, but it seems less dramatic than it was earlier... That's good.... He's not expecting the coat, but when it falls in his lap Gene can't help a sigh of gratitude. Until his blood replenished and his blood pressure rectified itself, he's going to feel a strange death-like chill. Hopefully this'll help. If he can get it on.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 17 2017, 10:40 AM Post #593 |
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*Sam was hoping that Gene would be able to out the coat on himself... But that was clearly just wishful thinking. So Sam reaches down again and shakes the coat open, proceeding to carefully drape it around Gene's shoulders.* 'ere... *Even now, Sam can feel the shivers running through Gene's body... And he knows his own body temperature probably isn't helping. Gritting his teeth against the crushing feeling of guilt, Sam does his best to position the sleeve on Gene's good side in such a way that hopefully, he'll be able to slip his uninjured arm into it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2017, 12:02 AM Post #594 |
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*Too groggy to care whether he's showing weakness or not, Gene clumsily shoves his arm into the sleeve. It's embarrassing, but unless he lets Sam help he's going to be on the floor here for at least another half hour. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2017, 12:18 AM Post #595 |
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Okay, easy does it... *It's hard to see Gene moving so clumsily... Especially knowing that it was Sam who inflicted this on him. If only he'd had the strength and willpower to stop when he should have...! However, there's at least one small positive side to this. Fully healed now, helping Gene up until he's standing upright is... Easy. Even though they're moving slowly, Gene feels disturbingly light, his weight barely registering. It throws Sam off for a moment, leaving him stood there speechlessly, with Gene all but hanging off his shoulder.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2017, 05:47 PM Post #596 |
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*Gene's head spins nauseatingly as Sam hoists him up, his stomach seemingly left behind on the floor. But it doesn't matter - Sam's strong enough to hold him up, thankfully. If he didn't have this new strength, Gene'd be staggering a few steps and then going down again.* ... Don't go too fast, yeah? Unless you want me to lose even more bodily fluids. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2017, 06:10 PM Post #597 |
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*Sam winces inwardly - the last thing he wants right now is for Gene to feel even worse...* We'll take it at your pace. *He secures his grip on Gene, trying to give him at least that little bit of reassurance. They'll make it out of here.... They will. And Gene will be fine. Slowly, Sam takes a step forward, trying to gauge just how well Gene will be able to follow him. His entire being is focused on Gene now... whatever he needs, Sam will do for him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2017, 09:47 PM Post #598 |
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*Gene lets Sam bear the brunt of his weight as they move forward. It's quite nice really, not having to even concentrate. He just lets Sam steer him, focusing only on one thing - keeping awake and keeping his lunch down. And finally they make their way out of the building, towards the car.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2017, 09:49 PM Post #599 |
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*It's definitely much slower going than Sam would have liked - but if that's the speed Gene needs, then that's what they're doing, end of story. Luckily, the other detectives know better than to crowd them, although the looks they give the pair make it clear that they don't quite buy the flu relapse story. Well, no matter. What matters is that Sam gets Gene home. Finally, they've arrived at the Cortina. Sam opens the passenger door, doing his best to help Gene sit down without jostling him too much.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2017, 11:26 PM Post #600 |
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*it pains Gene to know that he couldn't get out of the building without being seen. Hanging off of Sam like this, knowing he must look pale as a ghost... It doesn't suit him. He's the DCI of this department. He's the Guv. And suddenly he's very aware that Sam could overpower him with just a flick of his wrist. The power imbalance in what was a very equal pairing suddenly feels very humiliating. But they finally get to the car and he's able to slide tiredly into the passenger seat without a word. He just needs to get home and into bed. Eat something he can turn into energy and wake up with a few pints of blood restored.* |
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