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Post by Cypher on Jun 22, 2006 19:37:25 GMT
As flexible as he was, the Daemon could not take the strain that had been placed upon his back by the Vampire, soon finding himself pinned to the dusty floor, a thin mist clouded about him. A pale hand tore upward, his forearm pressed against the chest of the night walker with a loud and hollow thud in an attempt to push the starving creature off of his own lean form, his teeth half-bared in a silent growl.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 22, 2006 19:43:04 GMT
The vampire felt the hunger, even in his dreams as his body leaned forwards the fangs resting against Cypher's neck with a gently touch. Even as he struggled the vampire ignored him his hand moving from the young man's neck to his shoulder to pin him still without hindering the bite. The teeth began to push on the surface of his skin, about to pierce.
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Post by Cypher on Jun 22, 2006 19:55:07 GMT
As a feeling of unwanted panic filled the lungs of the young man, his struggle continued. He pushed away from the rickety floor, ramming his second forearm into the Vampire's chest to drive him back just long enough for him to slip away, but was met with the floor once again, his arms still pushed away relentlessly, even as the grip on his shoulder solidified.
The feeling of warm breath and needles sent a chill of worry down his spine, but still the Daemon continued his foolish attempt to break free of the blood thirsty creature's grip. Two twin points slowly began to drive themselves into the pale white flesh of his neck, embedding the fangs into his throat for a second time, yet the Halfling persisted in his struggle, gasping in the yell he suppressed in his throat whilst he attempted to shove the night walker away from him.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 22, 2006 20:09:34 GMT
The vampires fangs pressed into the halflings neck, breaking the skin and letting the heated liquid flow into his throat, even in his sleep Camisade felt something strange, the pleasure that came with feeding. His long hair fanned out on his bck as he pinned Cypher even tighter, refusing to let him stand up or struggle out of grip.
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Post by Cypher on Jun 22, 2006 20:20:14 GMT
A loud sigh escaped from his lips as the Daemon felt the prongs tear through his flesh, a cold feeling stung his skin as the blood began to be drained, a most uncomfortable feeling. He writhed about under the grip of the creature, his face contorted into an expression of pain and unpleasentess.
His arms trembled as his composed form began to crack, worry continued to seep through his skin and into the blood that he was being drained of.
"Camisade!" He cried, his plea more of a panicked sigh than anything else, the arms struggled and shifted against the Vampire's chest as he resumed his failing battle.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 22, 2006 20:24:02 GMT
At this call the vampire awoke from his slumber and released in shock. Cypher's psuhing force sent him flying back over and he hit a wall with a small thud. He looked forwards at the young half daemon and guessed what had happened.
"I told you not to come near me!" He said this with sucha force the whole room seemed to quake with his anger. The bloodlust made him even worse and the fact that open blood was still pouring from Cypher's wound make him irratic, holding himself back from where he had begun.
"Move now!"
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Post by Cypher on Jun 22, 2006 20:35:30 GMT
Deep breathy gasps heaved the Daemon's chest up and down, his lunged exploded into action, back arched painfully as a hand flew up to his neck to fasten his palm against the clean punctures, warm rivulets of crimson heated the pale skin that had been clamped over it.
The floorboards shivered at the mercy of the fury that bellowed in the Vampire's voice, immesurable to all, even as the youth rolled onto his side, his legs pulled up until he knelt upon the unstable floor. His back remained turned to the night walker almost foolishly until he rose to his feet with a confused rhythm of steps upon the ground, his side pressed against the cold plaster wall as he attempted to gain his breath once more.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 22, 2006 20:41:47 GMT
He forced himself to stay put until Cypher had put some distance between them. "Please, go and stand somewhere in the sunlight... please." He could feel the blood lust at being disturbed mid feed and found it unbearable. He would leap up now and finish the job if it hadn't been for the immense self control he was trying to exercise.
"I told you to stay away..." He said slowly. "I was still too hungry to control myself after that injury, I knew this would happen..." He said slowly. "How badly are you hurt?" he asked, worried that he might have drained him too much, to the point where death was an omnipotent pursuer
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Post by Cypher on Jun 23, 2006 6:01:00 GMT
"I'll survive..." Mumbled the thief, his arm slid along the wall to guide him away from the rabid creature, his hand locked firmly to the punctures, daring the blood to try and leak inbetween in his fingers as he slowly trudged away from the Vampire.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 23, 2006 6:05:33 GMT
He rose to his feet and leaned against the wall behind him. he couldn't believe that Cypher had just ignored everything he had said.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, he was not used to refraining from feeding, yes he avoided pregnant woman and children, to let them live their lives for the moment but if they found his secret even they would die. Any who distubed him in sleep would never move again to his mind.
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Post by Cypher on Jun 23, 2006 6:12:28 GMT
"There's nothing to apologise for." He retorted cooly, his palm now slicked with the precious blood that pulsed through his veins. He was now standing in the opposite side of the corridor, his eyes fixed to the ground, his head too heavy, a ten tonne weight to the Halfling, not able to even roll his eyes up to gaze at the creature.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 23, 2006 6:17:15 GMT
"You are likely, even if I do not take any more blood to bleed to death, is there nothing you can tie it up with?" He looked at the halfling, the concern obvious in this state, he could do nothing to heal th wound, either at such a distance or because he didn't trust himself to be near Cypher that he might strike again.
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Post by Cypher on Jun 23, 2006 6:20:51 GMT
A slow and sluggish shake of the head met the requirement of a silent answer to the night walker's question, his mind elsewhere, focused upon rubbing at the perfect dot-like imperfections upon his skin and flesh.
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Post by Camisade on Jun 23, 2006 6:24:05 GMT
Camisade glanced about, finding nothing of use in the immediate area he could access and sighed. "Nothing..." He grabbed the end of his shirt sleeve and pulledm letting the fabric unwind about his arm and tear off in his hand in a long strip.
"Here." He wound it up again and tossed it over to Cypher, it landed in a ptch of glaring sunlight near Cypher's feet. "Wrap that about it, it should slow the bleeding a little."
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Post by Cypher on Jun 23, 2006 6:34:57 GMT
A soft thud brought the Daemon back to reality. His eyes trained upon the makeshift roll of bandage, before he slowly and reluctantly retrieved it, stumbling back against the wall as he rose to unfurl the coil of cloth with a single hand.
It took but a few minutes, but soon enough the Daemon was knotting the ends of the strip together over the punctures with nimble, blood soaked fingers. Wtih a sigh of success, the thief collapsed against the wall, letting his head thud against the plaster in relief before he glanced over to the Vampire with half-lidded eyes.
"Thank you." He breathed, a hand lifted to gingerly rub at his throat.
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