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Lucy Heartfilia ([personal profile] celestial_wizard) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-02-16 08:20 am

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Who: Lucy Heartfilia and Lestat de Lioncourt
When: February 16th before dawn.
Where: Some random street between the Training Center and the Apartment Complex
What: Lucy encounters a hungry vampire on her way home. Nutbunnies~!


She didn't normally leave this early to go jogging or train at the center, but she'd felt she needed - and wanted - the extra time to train both physically and otherwise. It was equally exhausting increasing her mana, and training with her whip, but it was a good exhausting. It felt like she made a lot more progress, and that was what she wanted.

Of course, walking back to the unit as dark as it was, she wasn't paying as much attention to her surroundings. She walked that route countless times before, she could do it in her sleep if she had to! ... probably. So if she let her mind wander back to the events of the previous day, who could blame her?

It wasn't like she -regretted- it really, but... maybe she just... handled it badly. No no maybe about it. She knew she did. Freaked out BOTH of her friends no less. She wasn't worried that much about Natsu because ...well, he was Natsu. Erza was the one who thought she was --which she most certainly was not because that would be... .... well -- it'd be --

BAH. She was just going to put it out of her mind, explain to Erza she was so very very wrong, and... work on things from there. Yeah. Good plan Lucy! That in mind, she started down the street, glancing around. Huh. It was. . really kinda dark and creepy at this hour ahaha...
agodintheopen: (‡ → I hear it fading)

[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-16 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone's been following her, of course. Quietly, a predator stalking prey. Lestat had about two centuries worth of experience in this, and could give even the likes of Batman or one of those 'Assassins' a run for their money in silently following someone along the rooftops. Lucy had caught his eye immediately; he was going to attempt to feed on anyone the Mind Gift told him was loyal to United Earth, but her? She was more appetizing. Beautiful? Check. Magical blood? Check. Silly personality that he found endearing? Check. Obvious choice.

He drew closer and closer, to the point where he was on a rooftop adjacent to where she was on the roads. He had been stalking her all night, and the fact that she was fatigued wasn't lost on him.

Naturally, when she stopped like that, he made his move.

{{ OOC: Permission for Spell Gift granted over AIM. }}

Lucy would start hearing a voice in her ear. An overwhelming calming sensation, only adding to her natural fatigue. She might even start feeling sleepy. It was a natural ability of higher-tier vampires known as the Spell Gift, which they usually used to place their intended victim under a hypnotic trance, making feeding easier.
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[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-17 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
And almost as soon as she let out that sigh, a figure would be standing in front of her that wasn't there only a second before. His face was partially shaded due to not being in the beam of a streetlight, but what was visible was pale, white skin, bright, almost bioluminescent eyes, and a complexion that resembled something like polished marble, or glass. Immaculate, not a hair out of place, or a simple blemish anywhere on his skin. And no - no, it wasn't sparkly.

"Hello there," Lestat greeted. It sounded like a whisper, yet was still perfectly audible, as if he had spoken loudly. He approached her, as if this entire scene had been choreographed. "You're out awfully late. The other transports must be so worried."

A second later, despite him walking towards her, he was gone, vanished into thin air. "Boo," he taunted, now standing adjacent to her on another side entirely. He was leaning in. "I haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm too good for that packaged bile they serve in the infirmary. But you're too nice to leave me starving, aren't you? Yes... I can tell."
agodintheopen: (‡ → hating)

[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-18 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
And we can't have that, can we?

He smirks at her reaction. Poor thing. Magical, but is freaked out by the supernatural. "You were what? Bored? Adventuresome?" He asks, keeping his voice low in an attempt to vaguely disguise his accent. "Don't worry. It only hurts for a moment."

She starts backing up, but he can tell the Spell Gift is working. She can't. Even if she wanted to, which she so clearly does. Lucy would feel ice-cold hands reaching out for hers. "I'll be nice. I won't even go a major vein or artery."

Her hand is raised to his face, cupping her palm to his cheek in a vague show of affection. Her thumb however, is near his lip; and in a flash of white, pearl-like fangs, the tip of her thumb is pierced almost half a centimeter deep. Blood starts gushing out, into his mouth. He grins, bleach-white teeth stained red. His own hand rises to her cheek; she's surprisingly resistant to the Spell Gift, and it takes much more of a conscious effort than he's used to to try to control her emotions.
agodintheopen: (‡ → hiding from the day)

[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-18 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Pulling back on her hand like that would only cause his fang to drag across her thumb more, causing the bleeding to get worse. But, she succeeded in removing her thumb from his mouth, blooding down his lips. "Now, now, don't be so difficult. If you cooperate, I'll even not only let you live, I'll even let you forget this even happened."

While she pulls back, he doesn't let any distance be created between them. "The more you struggle, the more adrenaline you build. And adrenaline adds a nice flavor to blood."

agodintheopen: (‡ → You see I'm falling in the vast abys)

[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-19 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you mortals," he responded, shaking his head disapprovingly, patronizingly even. "You are all the same. Upon the realization that you are not, in fact, at the top of the food chain, you react with terror, as if nature itself is a crime. Oh, no. This is not murder..." He cooed, closing the distance immediately. His hand came up to her chin. He was done being gentle. She'd find his strength was impossibly vice-like. This was no human, if that wasn't clear already.

"This, mon cher, is how the rabbit feels when it sees the wolf." Suddenly, the near-angelic beauty of Lestat turned rather terrifying. His lips curled back, and she just might get her first real glimpse at his fangs. She wouldn't get to look long, though; in no time at all, she'd feel a sharp, piercing pain in her neck, though he seems to be avoiding her jugular vein or carotid artery. Good thing, too, because that would be a death sentence.
agodintheopen: (‡ → You see I cannot be forsaken)

[personal profile] agodintheopen 2013-02-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It lasted a mere two minutes. About the moment Lucy might start feeling cold due to the blood loss, Lestat withdraws, the blood only staining his lips; he was that good, that conscious of his appearance. The near-nightmarish appearance of his while he was overtaken by bloodlust should be gone by now. Wiping his lips on the back of his sleeve, he released her from his grip.

"That's it, mon amour. It's all over now." She might continue bleeding, but it won't kill her. At least, not unless she got treatment relatively soon. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Lestat then turned away from her, slowly leaving. "The effects of the hypnosis will be gone in an hour or so. You won't remember my face, but it won't hard to figure out what happened. You're surprisingly strong willed; there might be some things you remember." That blood... magical blood... he can't remember the last time he tasted blood that good. Akasha, maybe? "We'll be in touch."

And just like that, he was gone. Vanished, into thin-air.