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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...

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She is so never writing about vampires again - or not for a very long time anyway. Because being the actual victim of a vampire attack? Sucks. No pun intended. Even when she had been contemplating which way would be the best way to move to get away from him, she was too late - he was already upon her, and she cast her gaze on his face the second he put his hand at her chin. REsist - resist she did, though her struggles felt like swimming through quicksand, his grip unrelenting.

ANd then that face. Gone were his good looks, replaced by ...by that. Her stomach felt like it had dropped to the soles of her feet, and when she saw his fangs, knew he was about to close in, she let out an involuntary shriek that cut off into a strangled noise as those fangs pierced her neck. It was a VERY good thing he was avoiding any major arteries. SHe liked living.

But feeling the blood exit through those puncture wounds, well - it's not surprise that some of it gets on her clothes (And she LIKED that shirt Q_Q). It's even less of a surprise that the fight goes right out of her the more the blood is drained from her. Naturally in the sluggishness of her thoughts, in the fear that this would be it - that her thoughts immediately flew to the two most important people in her life. And neither of them would know what happened. Natsu...Erza...

Believe you her, she is going to be SO RELIEVED major arteries are avoided. SO RELIEVED.

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.

It might have been merely two minutes, but for Lucy it seemed an eternity, feeling the strength seep out of her body, replaced with the cold that the lack of blood brought. Once she was released, she rasped a soft gasp, her hand moving to the blood running down her next.

She took a step backwards, only half hearing his words, her back pressing against the wall. She had enough presence of mind to cast a glare at his back as he started walking away, cursing his actions and hating her own inability to do more to stop them. But her blood ran cold again at his last words, and as the last of the strength gave out in her legs, she toppled over. We'll be in touch.

Can she take a raincheck?

Fortunately, she would be found before -too- long, due to certain celestial spirits, but for now, she collapsed on the (Dirty dirty gross and icky) ground. ~~Until Virgo finds her.~~