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Jan 17, 2016 3:10:01 GMT -6
Post by CAEL ROARKE on Jan 17, 2016 3:10:01 GMT -6
you look so seattle but you feel so l.a. cael never did these kinds of things. in fact, it seemed rather deplorable to him. he would have rather fed greedily but left his victims in standing order, well enough to still return home after he'd taken his drink. places like this, this fucking club...they were just annoying. really, he couldn't think of any other way to describe it. just like the mortal world, the supernatural one was becoming all about convenience and easy, making it seem like vampirism was something exclusive rather than something to be ashamed of. he sure as hell was, just as he was guilty he'd transformed his sister into an out of control killer. years ago, a vampire could hardly go out into the world without needing to watch their back. feeding had to be done selectively, so as not to avoid suspicion and attract hunters. now, there were fucking night clubs that served up willing bleeders. yes, just deplorable.
after his most recent feeding, however, cael couldn't bare to feed off of another. he'd get to that point eventually but for now, he saw her face in every person he came across. each woman he passed on the street, on the beach, anywhere...looked like the beauty from nights ago. she'd struck him in a way he didn't even think was possible for him anymore. it bothered him that a stranger had shaken him up the way she had and for that reason, he was going out of his usual routine to try to ditch the feeling.
with a scowl, the vampire silently slipped into the establishment, do his best to navigate without touching too many others. the whole place made him want to shudder or go off in some uncontrollable tangent. it wasn't his style and frankly, he felt a little claustrophobic inside the dark club. his hands formed into fists, fingernails digging into his palm as the male tried to focus his agitation straight at the velvet door toward the back. he willed himself to get there and that's just what he did, but not before running into about a hundred sweaty people.
though it was his first[and hopefully his last] time at ravenous, he'd heard of the requirements for getting into the private backrooms. "how can i help you, sir?" the pretty mortal at the door greeted him. like a regular patron, he compelled her to let him in with a single sentence - the correct procedure to obtain entry. "i'm here for the v.i.p treatment." with that, the woman stepped aside with a smile and a nod, waving cael on through the door.
what he saw behind that door disgusted him even more. he supposed to some it was probably a very impressive sight, which he could understand. unfortunately, his mind wasn't at the stage[even after one hundred-something years] of embracing this lifestyle. he fed because he needed to, in order to be strong and keen enough to keep tabs on charlotte and restrain her during her fits. but what he saw in front of him -the beautiful bleeders, the comfortable seating, and low lighting- it was all a way to commercialize the monsters they truly were.
anger began to surface on his features, made clear by the furrowing of his brow. his silent criticisms were interrupted by a young man in a suit who approached him. "do you have a preference? blood type, age, diet?" he questioned cael with a snooty air to him. in disbelief, cael merely shook his head and glared. seriously, this is what his kind had morphed into? it made him feel a little less terrible about being an outcast, a loner. "you guys get off on this shit, don't you?" he muttered under his breath as he followed the man to a private booth of his own. "pardon?" the worker questioned but cael refused to answer, merely sitting down awkwardly on the overpriced sofa.
before long, a rather beautiful redhead found her way to cael's station. he was under the assumption this whole thing was to feed only but the way the woman was dressed, it made it pretty clear how they had sexualized the entire thing. though his discomfort for the situation was steadily rising, he had to admit archive hadn't crossed his mind since he'd entered the back room. he wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, considering how agitated he was with the entire thing.
"i'm just here for the blood." his words were gruff as the woman leaned over him, starting to kiss his neck and cheek, moving up to his lips. he fed into it for a few moments, consumed by the moment and the physical needs he was so often denied in living with only his sister. she was mortal, that much he could tell simply by her scent alone and the fact she lacked anything in her mouth, which he discovered by exploration with his tongue. "what are you doing here?" he questioned as he surfaced for breath, waiting for her explanation. "oh don't worry about that." she squeaked, trying to kiss him once more. this time, cael grabbed the back of her hair roughly, holding her head as he pried her once more with the same question. "i-i'm trying to pay for college. giving my blood seemed like a better profession than stripping." that was all he needed to hear.
fangs fell from their hiding place in his upper palette, sinking into the woman's neck, just above the artery that would have ultimately killed her if pierced. he drank with greed but made sure not to take too much. he fed for only a few seconds, if that, finally pulling away to see the terrified look on her face. cael slipped a wad of cash from his wallet, tossing it on the table next to her. "hunny, what you're doing is no better than stripping. you're giving your body away for people who pay money for it. you might as well be a whore. at least that way, you go home just as full of blood as when you left. don't come back here." the money was far more than he owed but he hoped the woman would take it all and leave, rather than give a cut to this disgusting place.
with no desire to linger in the place longer than need be, cael slipped into the alley. morning was surfacing along the horizon line, reminding him he really needed to get home before then. the daily supplements he took, straight from a wiccan, were enough to ensure he wouldn't disintegrate in the sun, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be painful for him if he was caught in the rays. he flipped the sun glasses over his eyes and have every intention of meandering on home, hopefully to find charlotte still asleep. only he didn't get that far, doubling over with hands on his knees as he vomited up every ounce of blood he just consumed. it wasn't that the blood itself made him sick but instead, the idea of what he'd just done. not only that, but his mind meandered to the beautiful brunette from the beach, wondering if she'd find him just as intolerable as he currently found himself. so this was all for nothing; he couldn't keep her off his mind.
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Jan 18, 2016 22:43:12 GMT -6
Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on Jan 18, 2016 22:43:12 GMT -6
Tell me, would you kill to save a life? Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? It may have not been the most exciting thing in the world, but Archive definitely needed to be sleeping. She'd been working impossible hours because she needed some parts on her Prius and they were not cheap. So she when she came through the door to her house, she hadn't even bothered rummaging through the fridge like usual or checking out to see if Leo was home. She dropped her backpack on the floor and dragged her feet to her room, shouting a, "Yo, goodnight," to her sister as she passed by the master bedroom, and Giselle nodded but didn't look up from her numerous large textbooks that layed in front of her. Giselle took the master despite being the youngest simply because she was home the most, next to Archive. Ark herself insisted she didn't need much room when they moved in, so her room was located next to Leo's, a Jack and Jill setup in the apartment that was fine with everyone since Leo, her brother, was barely ever home. The living situation just worked out in everyone's favor.
Archive crashed on her bed, and was asleep in only a few minutes. She dreamed a lot, her mind trying to hash out everything in her life with strange, distorted images that would only make sense to the subconscious of Archive Johnson. In several she was pumping the chest of a man, afraid to look at his face for some reason she didn't know. He was bleeding profusely and she'd already covered and tied a makeshift tourniquet around his legs because all of her medical supplies started disappearing at random. Archive was just about to give up the whole process and start screaming for someone to help her because maybe she had no idea what exactly she was getting herself into... but then the siren to truck started going off, blazing in her ears. The sound made her look at the man to make sure he wasn't panicking. The face that looked back at her was Cael. She jerked up suddenly, awaking, and was surprised by the ending of her dream, though maybe not that much since he'd been non stop on her mind since she'd met him on the beach. The siren from her dream did not stop wailing, but after a moment she realized it wasn't a siren at all, but the ringing of her cell phone. For a second she hoped it was Cael, and then she remembered he didn't actually have a phone, so that was more than a little unlikely.
The caller I.D. rang as Dimitria, one of the Ravenous gang that called Archive up when they needed extra blood bags or someone had gotten hurt. She slid the green accept button and held the phone to her ear. Dimitria must have been in the back rooms, because her voice came through crystal clear on the other end. "Hey, you busy? One of the bleeders is shaken up over something... I can't find anything wrong with her, but I just need her to be a-okay before I let her go home." Archive suppressed her groan, looking at the clock beside her bed and realizing that it was close to morning... damn, she was hoping she'd get to sleep in on her only day off in the past couple weeks. "Yeah, Tria I'll head over in a bit." Was her reply, and after Dimitria thanked her, she hung up the phone. Archive had a a relationship with Tria, as well as the owner of the Ravenous due to her ability to heal on a moment's notice as well as her access to the hospital.
Usually, she wasn't much into people who kept people for bleeders, but the people at Ravenous took decent care of their people. Sure, it was a gross habit either way especially with the way it was advertised, but Archive could make peace with the habit if it kept the relationship between the vampire and the human communities copacetic, and the body counts low. Killian made sure each one of the people who worked as bleeders had no diseases or health conditions before they were employed, and that they were in perfect health at all times, as well as keeping security near by in case someone got a little too frisky with one of the girls, or guys. The assurance that the people were treated well was the only thing that kept a working relationship between Killain and Archive... other than the fact that she actually had a friendship with him and Dimitria as well.
She lived fairly close to Ravenous, and was glad that she didn't have heavy eyelids on the short drive there, meaning the few hours of sleep had actually recharged her a decent amount. She parked her car on the street and walked towards the club, passing by the ally right next to it but pausing after she passed it. She backtracked when the saw the man on his knees there, and immediately she went into paramedic mode, jogging up to him, "Hey, are you okay?" She called, and then froze a few feet away from him, recognizing him in the dim light. "Cael?" She asked, and then the door to Ravenous that lead to the ally opened, and out popped Dimitria's head popped out, an annoyed expression on her face. "There you are!" She shouted, and Archive opened her mouth to apologize, but Dimitria continued without hesitating or looking at Archive. "Dude, you need to chillax with harshing on the girls. I thought Alexis was freaking hurt.... Aw, shit, are you fucking puking? That's a bitch to get out of the assault, you know." Archive knelt down to Cael's level., avoiding the blood in front of him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "Tria, what made him like this? Think the girl's got something in her?" The dark skinned girl shook her head, "Nope, all of them are clean. It's all him." Archive nodded and then fished out her keys from her pocket and tossed them at Tria and said, "Extra bags are in the trunk if you need. them." Tria nodded and tossed her own keys back at Archive, "Get him outta here before the sun rises." And then Tria disappeared inside.
Archive's blue eyes narrowed at the man she'd met not all that long ago and put gentle hand on his head, making sure he wasn't sweating, a sign the girl he drank fro might have been poisoned. "So, you're a vampire, huh? 'Course you fucking are." She shook her head, wondering to herself why this was exactly her luck. Pushing aside her irritation, she removed her hands from him and asked, "Can you stand? It'll probably be best to get you to the car..." She looked up at lightened blue sky. "Sun will be up soon. Gotta get your blood sucking ass out of the sun. Hate for you to go poof or anything."
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Jan 27, 2016 22:45:49 GMT -6
Post by CAEL ROARKE on Jan 27, 2016 22:45:49 GMT -6
you look so seattle but you feel so l.a. no part of cael's life was organized or together. it was pure chaos, what with charlotte's run offs and the fact that she was ripping through half of the city. his nights were long and filled with the screams of his sister and honestly, he never knew what was to come of them. still, he knew what he was about. he had a routine of comforting char when she was home and a system of hunting her down while she escaped. he hunted or drank in the early morning hours and was back by dawn in order to take care of the sleeping girl who generally slept in. it was chaos and yet, at the same time, it was order. he had this routine down and while it had an unexpected abyss attached to it at times, it was normal for him. he had no one else to interfere with his life and no one to distract him from taking care of the only loved one left in his life.
the fact that he was doubled over on the ground was a huge issue for not only the day but the entire rift of his life. one girl had crippled him emotionally, to the point where he couldn't even handle his day-to-day routine that was a shit show anyway. he couldn't take on any more problems at this point - he'd grown comfortable being a recluse taking care of a crazy woman. he was interested in the idea of happy endings or being knocked off his feet. he'd had that once and he was paying for it now, having suffering the effects of giving his all to a woman who knocked his socks off. he didn't want it and he sure as hell didn't want these feelings. but he didn't have a fucking choice. life was going to screw him over as it usually did. this time it was by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. and she didn't even know it.
the vampire attempted to wipe the tainted blood droplets from his face without making a huge mess, scowling as he heard a voice call out to him. great, a spectator. it was either going to be someone who thought something was very wrong with him...considering the amount of blood he'd vomited up or a hunter coming to slice and dice him. either way, both were annoyances he could have done without for today. "i'm fucking fine. go away." he snarled gruffly from his position, only to hear the footsteps continue to near, prompting her question. "i said go aw-" cael's agitation was muted the moment he heard his name, glance up to meet the face he'd been trying to escape. "archive?" he questioned with a disbelieving look, expecting the mirage of her to dissipate the moment he acknowledged her. after all, he'd had very little sleep and the blood didn't sit well with him...it was possible he was hallucination. the fact of the matter was, he hadn't been right in the head for the last few days.
defensively, cael's gaze shifted to the other woman who flung the door open, muttering something rudely under his breath about the disgusting place she was running. he'd barely even comprehended the conversation between the two females, trying to keep the bile in his stomach that threatened to come up. before he knew it, he could feel the soft touch of the wiccan against his forehead, which in a strange sense, helped to calm him. little did he know she was a healer, literally, which attributed to the sensation. as soon as her touch was gone, he couldn't help but want for it to return, even in the smallest of manners. it had been so long since he'd embraced another outside of rough sexual encounters or restraining charlotte through her dangerous fits. that small gesture, the one that was simply to check on his health, was enough to chase away any sickness.
with the current events, it hadn't even dawned on her that archive must have known what was happening behind these closed doors. after all, she'd been chatting away with the other girl like she was a pro at this. he ignored her question, posing his own that was defensive, even irritated at her. "and you support all that?" distaste for the establishment was clear, even though he was hypocritical in having attended it. "i'll be fine." his minimalist statement was shot down as he stood only to stumble against the wall, using it as a support. "oh and i s'pose your mother teresa." he muttered at her clear distaste for his kind. he didn't choose to be the way he was and most of the time, he hated it. but still, he'd defend his species when it came down to it. glancing up at the location of the sun in the sky, worry washed over his face, turning his attention back to the very woman who'd literally knocked him off his feet without even being there. "can you take me home?" his jaw rotated slightly in agitation, annoyed with even having to ask for a favor from another. but charlotte would be a mess by herself and he couldn't risk her getting out again. "please?" he threw in the latter part, finally focusing on the beautiful features he'd been avoiding. and with that, he was lost.
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Jan 27, 2016 23:56:35 GMT -6
Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on Jan 27, 2016 23:56:35 GMT -6
Tell me, would you kill to save a life? Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? Out of everything in happening in the absurd situation, what she hadn't expected was the look on Cael's face. She'd see the flash of anger in him, one that could have border lined on hatred, right up until he saw her, until she said his name. It looked like the face of someone who was lost, dumbstruck and abandoned. He looked helpless in a fraction of a moment, like someone had slapped him across the face- like someone had starved him for months and then presented him with inedible food. Surprised, tortured, disbelieving. It was not a look Archive ever expected to be directed at her, and it hit her like a wall, momentarily halting her progress towards him. That kind of look took the pain from the one bearing it and cast it out to it's target, and Archive, for the smallest of fleeting moments, wanted to turn tail and run from him. Startled, it took Ark a moment to recover, and it was really Dimitria who snapped her out of her frozen stance.
When Tria popped back into Ravenous, Ark tucked the vampire's keys into her pocket for when she'd need them, which would clearly be soon. Her eyes were locked on Cael as she was suspended somewhere in between worrying for him and judging him. Archive's mild distaste for vampires was a knee jerk reaction, something that was built into her as a creature of healing, and as a wiccan. She understood the necessity of their lifestyle even if occasionally ti made her cringe, and she did all she could to prevent human life from being lost in the silent war between all of the supernaturals. It really had more to do with the actual feeding than anything else that made her withdraw from them a bit, having nothing to do really with the actual vampires themselves. Hell, they were her friends, people who she cared for who cared for her. Sure, there were the assholes of the species, but that went for just about any type of creature there was out there. Hell, there were even whitelighters out there that gave their kind a bad name. Some even thought Archive was one of them.
Archive rolled her eyes at him and then raised her eyebrows and cocked her head, noticing just then that there was a headache forming in her mind, but not due to the situation. The movement had caused her hearing aid to shift, and she realized she'd fallen asleep in them, which was not too much of a bad thing, just made for an uncomfortable day. It was very much like falling asleep with glasses- not dangerous, just a bit painful. Usually she'd just remove her hearing aide and wait util the ache went away, but she had other shit to deal with at the moment. Instead, she snapped back at Cael, "Seriously, you're gonna sit there and judge me when you've still got someone's blood dripping off your face? Give me a break, Cael." She couldn't help it, the lower shots. No, she didn't mind so much about the vamprisim as she let on, but it' just seemed ironic to her that the first guy who turned her head wasn't someone normal or just easy, someone without complications or stings or all of that bullshit. No, he had to be a vampire. That was complication enough, but judging by the way he'd acted in their first meeting, she was willing to bet he had some hard core baggage following him. It was really just peachy, how things turned out. Especially because now, at this moment, he clearly needed help, and not a single cell in her body would let her step away from him.
The funny thing about the whole vampire bullshit was that she always thought about how cool they were as a species. faster, stealthier, lyth and generally more graceful than most of the others. Sure, she didn't want to be in a room with one while he was feeding, but that didn't mean she'd never had a natural curiosity towards them. They seemed more complicated than the wolves, maintaining more of themselves than even the wolves could after transformation. She'd met so many vampires in her life, and there was always something a little bit... more about them. It was the same with Cael, and she wondered why it hadn't been a dead giveaway from the beginning. It attributed to one of the things that made him just a tad sexier, actually. There was a cruel irony in that logic that she was perfectly aware of but chose to ignore. Of course it was a vampire who caught her attention and had embedded himself in her mind so deeply, but more than that,of course it was Cael. Could it have really been anyone else? Anyone else that carried sadness and rage and love in his gaze in even casual moments, all burning so deeply it was nearly impossible to tell them apart? Archive had a type, and it was exactly him.
Her eyes widened in a slight burst of fear when he stumbled, worrying about just how bad off he was. She didn't know who he drank from or what he'd been up too or even how much blood he may vomited, though it was clear from the spillage on the ground that he had to be running low as of this moment. "Clearly you're full of shit." She grumbled at him once he regained some of his equilibrium, standing on edge, bent slightly just in case he fell again. She couldn't help a small smirk at his little quip, trying to pat down her slight amusement at the fact that he was exactly right- Archive was certainly not a saint, and she had little or no room to judge him. She'd hurt people before, badly, and n her line of work death followed her around like a constant companion. She'd actually refused to save people before... no, she was no saint. Very far from it.
And for the second time in such a short period, Cael stopped her in her tracks. All the little quips and smart remarks she had ready to throw at him fell off her for a moment at his request. She hadn't noticed that until that point, he hadn't looked her in the eyes, and when he finally did it had her full attention. Archive's expression softened and she nodded, saying, "Yes. Yes o- of course." And then she extended her hand to scoop up his, leading him down the alleyway to make sure he didn't lose his balance again. She led him past her Prius and went to Tria's Miata, where she fished out her keys, unlocked it and then hopped inside. Archive was quiet for a moment in the drivers seat, and then put her fingers against her temples trying to massage some of the headache out. After a moment she recovered her attitude and sad to him grumpily, "You're going to have to tell em where we're going."
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Feb 7, 2016 20:45:36 GMT -6
Post by CAEL ROARKE on Feb 7, 2016 20:45:36 GMT -6
you look so seattle but you feel so l.a. it was all cael could do to not grind his teeth in irritation, casting the beauty an agitated look. "first and last time i've been to this hell hole..." he all but growled, lifting his head to give her an accusatory look. "...seems to me like you're real familiar with the place. real buddy-buddy with the broad inside." but as soon as the somewhat nasty words had come from his lips, he'd regretted them. he was just disgusted with the overall ordeal and so far, this was the only thing...her association with the club...that he could find displeasing about her. then again, he didn't even know the entire story.
"i can handle myself. but i need to get home." the words fell from his lips, almost ashamed he had to ask for the assistance. a sigh of relief and a nod ensued shortly, happy she'd agreed to give him a lift. he fought against her help for a few minutes, not wanting to crush her nor seem as if he needed help. but after a few moments, he accepted it, hobbling along to the car she directed him to. and with that, he found himself inside...something he'd never thought he'd do. cael tried to clear his thoughts, mostly those of her muddled with worry for char, in order to obtain correct directions. "the boardwalk by the beach...where we met...." it sounded so odd saying it aloud, as if they were regular companions or long-time lovers. "...head that way. by the harbor." and as ark took him off int he vehicle, he merely stared out the window, muttering a few directions as necessary.
the thought of charlotte and the idea of abandoning her for the night was enough to make him feel real guilty. it only proved to him that he was incapable of normal human interactions, purely because of the way they set him off. he was not meant to be social and go out in the world - not so long as he had his sister to take care of. and as long as cael was alive, he was sure that would be the case. he wouldn't let anything become of her because if she died, he would have failed in numerous ways. while there were days he selfishly thought to himself how easy life would be without char's child-like state, he wouldn't give it up for anything she gave him purpose and it was his own damn fault she was the way she was. he owed it to her to take care of her...even if that meant neglecting himself.
and neglect himself is exactly what he'd done. once, his true passion had been inventing and constructing things. from silly little trinkets that made char smile to productive and useful tools that made every-day life easier, cael had built just about it all. he was proud of his work, which was clear by the bright look that was in his eye was a youngster. but his father shot it all down, calling him a fool and a goon, before he pushed him toward a law degree. cael obliged, only so that his income as a lawyer could support his dreams of being an inventor. as soon as charlotte was turned into a vampire, however, his little machines were put on the back burner. he tried working on them, making her many things to keep her happy...but he soon found he didn't have much time. not only that, but many of the pieces had been broken in her tantrums. now, his the room just off the kitchen that was once his study and workshop was nothing more than a ghost town for his lost dream.
"last house on the right." the vampire had to fight with this voice, having been silent for most of the drive unless otherwise necessary. the house was quaint, having been all he could afford after samara wiped him clean, but it was a cute little beachfront property. outside magnolia's blossomed at the house's base; cael had planted them himself to make his sister happy. "you can come in if you want." before he could think about the words, they had come out...unsure of why he spoke them. there was not a single other person who had set foot in the house, besides he and his sister. yet he involuntarily invited the woman of recent dreams inside. without waiting for an answer, he stumbled from her car and up the stairs, practically bursting through the door in a panic. hearing the woman's steps behind him, he bluntly told her to wait in the kitchen, not even realizing his workshop door had been exposed.
a heavy sigh escaped him as he found charlotte still sleeping in her room, stirring only at cael's unintentional clumsiness. "who's out there?" she questioned, demanding to know who their visitor was, particularly because they'd never had one before. "just a...friend, char. go back to sleep. i'll see what i can bring you to eat in a little bit." he tried to coach his blonde sibling but she ignored him, pressing further. "is that the girl you drew in that picture...in your room? the one with beautiful blue eyes on the beach? you drew her beautifully. i want to see if she looks like your drawing..." charlotte began to stand from her bed until cael snapped at her, not even realizing all this was audible from down the hall. "just stay there. i'll bring you something to eat. few minutes. okay?" charlotte nodded leaving cael to watch her a few minutes as she drifted back to sleep in the early morning hours.
the vampire rested against the door frame, closing his eyes for a moment only to startle and realize he'd left archive at the front of the small home. using the wall for support, he returned to where she was, clearing his throat to announce his return. "sorry. what do you want for gas?" honestly, he didn't know what else to say...it seemed reasonable. but all he really wanted was some fresh blood and to be in her glowing company. hope it's okay i moved it along. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Feb 28, 2016 14:40:21 GMT -6
Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on Feb 28, 2016 14:40:21 GMT -6
Tell me, would you kill to save a life? Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right?
For the length of the car ride, Archive drove in silence. Internally, she berated herself for ever looking twice at Cael, for thinking about him so often. She repeated the word vampire in her head, trying to force it into something nasty, but not too much avail. Archive had a knee jerk reaction to stay away from vampires she didn't know, but she also knew that vampires were just another species of person, same feelings, same wants and desires and tragedies that followed them all. As she gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, Archive tried her best to remind herself why going anywhere near this guy was a hellishly awful idea. So far she was loosing this battle. Archive followed his directions to his home, driving, of course, well beyond ten miles over the speed limit and taking the corners faster than any normal person might have. She tended to drive a bit faster and with more aggression when she took Tria's car.. something about the supercharger, probably. In her Prius, Archive pretty much drove like an old grandma.
Though she wasn't entirely sure why, the house he directed her too had surprised her. It was... well, it was lovely, adorable even. Small by all means, but she could see the comfort in it- she was used to small places, anyway. It was charming, especially with the flowers planted outside and the beach setting it clearly in the background.The invitation caught her off guard, surprised that he was offering to extend her stay. She'd gotten the impression that he didn't really like her, or want her to be in his company much. Was Archive getting worse at reading people, or was this guy sending some oddly coordinated mix messages? She was willing to bet the latter, still confident in her semi structured ability to read people. following behind him, she muttered, "Beautiful home," not necessarily to him, just commenting on the scenery. Archive easily fell behind him since he was obviously in a hurry, but when she got there, he ordered her to wait in the kitchen. Normally, Archive would have snapped back at his tone, but something inside her was anxiously excited about getting to be inside his home, so for the time being she but her tongue and complied.
The house was, to her, just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. There was a refreshing simplicity to it that she was immediate drawn to. It vastly contrasted Archive's own room, which was cluttered with all sorts of memorabilia from different points in her life. Usually, about once a year, Giselle would go sneaking into Archive's room and clear out a bunch of the junk she had collected. Ark would grumble about it for a few days but get over it, glad to have more room in her personal living space. There were things she would never get rid of, but most of the crap in there were things she would eventually be able to part with. Sentiment for Archive was a short lived thing, and although when she collected something and swore that she'd hold it dear forever, a lot of the little trinkets and whatnot would loose their meaning after about a year, just in time for Giselle to clear it all out. This place, though, this place lacked the haphazard attempt at oncoming flashbacks and remained mostly bare. not in a half-moved in sort of way, but i a way that showed a home didn't need much to be warm.
Inside the kitchen, an open doorway caught her attention. Curious as ever, Archive peeked inside, her hand fumbling for a light. from inside the doorway, she saw a dust covered work bench and a thousand little pieces of wood and metal scattered to the floor. Half completed gadgets were strewn about on various shelves, clearly neglected for a large amount of time. A small smile crept on Archive's lips as she looked around, despite the sprinkle of sadness that drifted inside of her at the realization that this room filled with it's little wonders had clearly been abandoned, and not recently. She was tempted to step inside and look around a bit more before she head a female voice down the hall. Quickly, Ark switched off the light and scurried to the other end of the kitchen where she could to both look inconspicuous and also so she could hear the correspondence better, At the sound of the female voice, something in Archive's stomach dropped, for a second thinking she was going to have to deal with an awkward encounter from a girlfriend or worse, a wife. Her suspicions were annulled, however, only moments later int he exchange, as the girl mentioned a drawing. Archive bit her lip to keep from grinning like a little idiot, but the flattered smile still came through. She jumped slightly when he snapped back at her, and then retreated from the doorway when their conversation was completed.
When he came back in the doorway, she was leaning against a counter, pretending to inspect her hands. Her eyes found him immediately when he came in and she rolled her eyes in response to his question. "Don't be stupid." Then she tilted her head at him, inspecting his current condition. For a moment, Archive considered all she'd learned about him in just a short time frame. Cael, tall dark and handsome guy she'd met at the beach was, in fact, a vampire. He lived with another woman, but Archive was putting her money on sister rather than lover. He apparently was very talented in arts, drawing specifically, and had a room that looked like it belonged to the late Mr. Magorium. And right now, the creative, handsome vampire had too be ravenously hungry by Archive's calculations, though he seemed to be managing it quite well. She was aggravated by the fact that she'd taken Tria's car and not her own, knowing very well that Tria didn't keep a cooler of blood bags like she herself did, and thus made the situation a little more complicated. Archive sighed, forming a course of action in her head that she wasn't too pleased with. "You need to... feed. Clearly you managed to upchuck too much blood" She had troubles with the word feed, finding it awkward, but she'd gotten past it well enough.
She ran her fingers through her hair and continued, "Listen, I'm not some blood whore off the street or someone you can sign up for at Ravenous, so I'm offering this as a one time deal because you need it." Archive crossed her arms and huffed. "I'm... I'm a whitelighter, so my blood has some seriously good juju in it, and it'll keep you from throwing up again. It'll also clean up whatever your last meal left to junk up yours system, if she did have something by chance." Archive hopped up on his kitchen counter, bothered some by what she was offering, mostly because she'd never been bitten before and was not looking forward to giving u her v card in that respect. Still, it was clear to her that he wasn't doing well, and by nature it wasn't something Archive could tolerate. "It's not my favorite plan, but it'll hold you off until you can do whatever you do to find something more substantial. Just... do me a favor and don't take more than you have to- I'm not exactly self healing. And I don't want you to argue about it, mostly because I have a raging headache and I need to take these things out." And she did just that, removing her hearing aides and letting her mind be engulfed by the familiar world of total silence. When she looked back up at him, hearing aides in hand, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to act and silently trying to prepare herself for what she'd just offered up.
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Mar 21, 2016 22:10:46 GMT -6
Post by CAEL ROARKE on Mar 21, 2016 22:10:46 GMT -6
you look so seattle but you feel so l.a. if archive had verbally expressed her concerns or disgust with cael over what he was, he would have openly agreed to her ever word. they were despicable vultures, like bottom feeders who fed off others to maintain their life. some of his kind took to feeding off animals, which was something cael had tried. he found it made him too weak to handle charlotte. on the flip side, he tried feeding it to her to make her less aggressive when she lost control but it made her weak as well...to the point it pained him to look at her sorry state. so yes, he became and maintained the life as the very thing he hated. he told people to stay away from him when he could but so often they saw the handsome face and ignored his orders. he had no choice but to be a dick, to keep people away from him. in his heart he was good, but it was so clouded by poor choices and guilt that often it wasn't visible. this was his fault, after all. he'd fallen so blindly for a woman who took everything from him, including his mortality. he never desired to kill anyone. except for samara.
even though he hadn't been expecting company, the home was still in pretty fair condition. he tended to keep things neat and organized, particularly because he didn't have much else to do in his spare time. since giving up working on his trinkets, he spent time tending to the house and keeping it in good repair. there were plenty of patch jobs on the walls and to furniture, because of char's outbursts. she would break something when she was out of control and later, she'd cry over it. to make her feel better and calm her down, cael would go to great lengths and efforts to fix something that would have just been easier to replace. the couch, for instance, had various different patch jobs, all featuring different cloth patterns. the only thing that was out of sort was the room he once spent so much time in. at some point, he just stopped picking up the pieces of his broken dreams...literally and figuratively.
in waiting for her response, cael cast a quick glance around, noting the workshop door was open. flustered, he shut it in addition to the room to charlotte's door. he was sure archive was aware at this point that someone else was in the house via the murmur of words, though he didn't realize the entire conversation was overheard. the vampire wasn't ready to share the personal details of his life and honestly, he didn't think he ever would be. while he was ashamed of neither his space or his sister, he wasn't willing to open up his home to another. hell, just having archive within it was a never-before-thing. the last time he'd let a stranger into his life, his entire life had been destroyed.
he grumbled something under his breath and shoved his hand in his pocket, sliding a ten and some crumbled singles over the counter at her. he doubted she'd take it but his stubbornness in ignoring her was evident. "i owe it to you." he wasn't used to taking handouts and certainly wasn't going to accept one now, as ridiculous as it seemed. he was annoyed he had to accept someone's help in the first place; at least paying her made it seem a little less demeaning to him. "i'll manage. always do." gruff as always, he offered the few words to dismiss his own health issues. had cael fed as he regularly did in the night, he could have avoided this whole fiasco. he not only would have come home full himself, but probably would have had something for his sister as well. all that was in his fridge was a stale blood bag, one which charlotte would scoff about. of course, he'd give it to her instead of himself.
brow furrowed as he listened to ark go on about offering her own blood, finally shaking his head profusely as she hopped up on his counter. "fuck no." it was a simple statement, made with no emotion other than bluntness. he'd fed off women before, as a necessity, but something seriously bothered him about this situation. whether it was the fact this woman hadn't left his mind for days or the fact she'd already been around him more more than he should have allowed...well, he didn't know what the problem was. all he knew was that he had to put the breaks on, screeching to a halt.
the vampire stared at her for some time, inspecting her movements carefully as she removed her hearing aids. he found himself fuming, angry for the thoughts that were overcoming him. what she was offering was an extremely intimate thing for his kind, a ritual that two lovers would exchange. and while she wasn't a vampire herself, cael still felt awkward about it. he wanted more than anything to taste her sweet blood, but not because he was hungry. no, he wanted to taste the passion in her blood, the same passion that shone through in everything that she was. she was so bold and strong, with such an air of independence about her, that he was sure he could taste it in her blood.
"why are you so enticing to me? hmm? why do i feel these things for you...things i shouldn't have to fucking feel. god dammit. i'm not feeding off of you. i'm not taking blood from you. you're too delicate...too beautiful...for such an ugly thing." he all but growled at her, knowing she couldn't hear him, or at least assuming so. hell, it was probably the most he'd said in one sentence to the woman and she wouldn't even know it. he tried to fight it with his every being but the pounding in his ears, the sound of her blood against her flesh, was getting to be too much for him. he was growing woozy, both from lack of blood and the traces of bad blood in his stomach still. what she said made sense - her blood would heal him. that hadn't meant he detested every thought of it.
being able to fight it no longer, like some crazed addiction, cael moved to her. he stood just in front of her, watching her carefully. he was aware she was down once sense and therefore, kept his eyes locked on hers so as not to frighten her. never had he imagined he would touch another person so delicately, just as he did as he lifted her wrist. in a instant his fangs had dropped, ready to pierce through her soft flesh. but as he mouth hovered over her, canines barely grazing her exposed skin, he dropped her hand back to her lap. and with that, he did something he did not ever expect: he kissed her. his fangs nicked her lip and he savored the incredibly sweet and warm taste of her before shooting backwards. what the fuck had he just done. it wasn't he blood that had bothered him so much but the fact he'd let his lips meet hers. that, in conjunction with the fact he wanted to taste her more, wanted to kiss her more was enough to set him off. "get out. you have to go." she had to go before he did anything else stupid.
the feelz these two give me. i swear, just like atmos/enkavma. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Mar 29, 2016 18:20:55 GMT -6
Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on Mar 29, 2016 18:20:55 GMT -6
Tell me, would you kill to save a life? Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? Stubbornly, Archive shook her head and ignored the bills on the counter. "You don't owe me anything," she said, and it was fair enough. A simple ride home was not really enough to call in any sort of debt. She didn't want his money, and she didn't need it either. Archive worked her ass off with impossible hours at her job and it wasn't so she could beg for money for giving a guy a ride down the street, "Just keep it. Believe me, I'll survive without the half a gallon it took to get here." Well, maybe more. She didn't know the fuel efficiency of Dimitria's miata. Had she been driving her own pruis, the gas gauge probably wouldn't have even moved. An eye roll was again elicited when he tried to brush her off. "Your 'tough guy' routine is adorable and all, but I'm not buying what you're selling, Cael." She narrowed her eyes at him, not a single detail of his features escaping her gaze. "You need the help, and there's not much here to 'manage' with."
His outright rejection didn't phase her, knowing almost institutionally that it was going to be his knee jerk response to her proposal. He was proving to be just as stubborn as she herself was. Instead of acknowledging his refusal, she simply removed her hearing aides and let the silence engulf her. The change in her perception was almost immediate, like someone had took her other senses out of autopilot and now they'd finally kicked into a sharper manual position. The colors around her seemed more intense, and the details became sharper. She could feel the ever so slight draft in the room on her skin and it caused the hair on her arms to raise, goosebumps forming under her jacket. The world was a different place without sound in it. Archive had the privileged of stepping between the two worlds, and she had to admit that sometimes she preferred the silence to the ability to hear. Her lack of hearing no longer seemed like a disability, since her other senses usually more than made up for it.
Even Cael looked different, suddenly. To Archive, the soft hues of his eyes suddenly seemed to stand out more, a beautiful hazel that even from where she stood she could see also held sparks of green. The tattoos on his neck stood out more, clearer than they had been before. The features on his face, the little details of wrinkles as he frowned at her came more into focus, and he looked more stunning because of it. Her initial impression of him back when they'd met at the beach was right- broody, clearly, but his eyes were clearly filled with kindness. Archive had to learn how to see people differently, look at them in ways most people didn't bother with, and because of that she could see right through this guy and his gruff demeanor and short sentences. He was a good person, even though he was clearly trying not to be, or at least to hide it from her. Too bad Archive wasn't easily fooled.
Another thing that came with being deaf- lip reading. As Cael started moving his lips, Archive resisted the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation since he might as well have been complaining to a wall. Still, with her eyes trained on him, she was able to pick up a good deal, though not all, of what he was saying- clearly he was saying it because he didn't think she'd understand or pick it up in any way. Unsure what to do with the information he had just given her, Archive kept her facial expression smooth and unreadable. Of course, everything he had just said was reciprocated... Archive, too, had been struggling with thoughts of Cael, and not just ones of a sexual nature. When he spoke, as little as he did, he made her feel, and that was a problem. Archive had no interest in anything serious with anyone, let alone someone like him. It had nothing to do with his species, but Archive knew just by instinct that he was someone who could steal her heart, and that made him a danger to her. It excited and frightened her that the same battle was raging inside of Cael. Archive was strong willed, but the problem with this kind of attraction was that she didn't want to fight it, even though she knew better. There were parts of Cael too interesting to step away from.
Her heart pounded in her chest when he finally walked up to her. The new revelation of his attraction fell to the side as the inevitable drew closer. She was partly afraid, partly excited. Archive was insatiably curious, and this was never something she'd been able to experience before. It was frightening both because she didn't know if it would cause her pain, and also because of how hungry she knew Cael was and wasn't one hundred percent sure he'd stop, or even be able to do so. However, it was equally as exciting both because of it's unknown factor and also because it would bring her closer to Cael than she'd been permitted to get before, and that was something she was looking forward too. Goosebumps once again shot across her arm as he touched her with such a softness, even with her heightened senses she was barely able to feel it. Her breathing hitched when her hand was dropped, and for a moment she was confused and disappointing, and then....
Archive's reaction to the kiss was delayed by shock. First, she was frozen in place by her shock at what was happening. It took her a moment for the intensity of his lips to finally penetrate her brain and capture her sense of self, stealing her away from her self control for a moment. Loosely, she wrapped her legs around him and used his shirt to pull him in closer, returning his kiss vigor. She didn't even notice the sharpness of his fangs or that she'd been sliced until after pulling away, leaving stunned and unfocused as he retreated. She gasped and touched her lip[s, surprised to see the crimson on her fingertips when she pulled her hand away. For a moment, she just looked at Cael with a helpless confusion, a slight hunger in her eyes. And then her expression morphed into one of anger and determination. "No," she growled at him. She hadn't caught his instruction to leave, but she got it clear enough from his body language.
Hopping off the counter, she pressed an angry finger against his chest. "Jesus, what's your problem? What part of whitelighter don't you get?" She couldn't help that her words suddenly seemed a bit slurred and just... off. Since Archive was unable to hear herself speak, the noises that came from her were a result of years of practice and a lot of guess work. For the most part, she spoke clearly even without her hearing aides, but the difference between her ability to enunciate was night and day depending on if she was wearing her hearing aides. "I'm not leaving here until I know you'll be alright. I can't. So just fucking take it already. You have my permission. I wan't you to feed on me" She grabbed his shirt again so she could pull him down to her level. When they're eyes were level to one another, she added, "And if you ever call me delicate again, I'll break your nose."
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May 4, 2016 20:17:08 GMT -6
Post by CAEL ROARKE on May 4, 2016 20:17:08 GMT -6
you look so seattle but you feel so l.a. the stubbornness the female displayed was enough to get at him. it dug deep under his skin though it was impossible for him to tell if it was something to detest or find admirable. the vampire, in his many years, had experienced many pushy women but ark was different. her pushiness seemed to derive from what she was, the whitelighter that helped others around her. his jaw rotated in agitation as he stared at the bills she'd refused, deciding to let it go. just as he would never let another being force something upon himself, he knew she would be just the same. a part of her reminded him of something wild, perhaps even the ocean that he'd looked out upon each and every single evening...the very oceanside where they'd met. she was free and untamed, perhaps even fierce and uncontrollable in the right situation; yet she too was soothing and beautiful. beneath this facade of her emergency job, he could see so many facets turning, probably more than people often took the time to see."lucky for you, i'm not your problem to deal with." it wasn't meant as standoffish as he probably sounded, but it was essentially the truth. he'd never had anyone to look after him before and he was still alive. well, undead anyway.
when he truly focused, as he had on archive, cael tended to notice the small details in others. he had to be observant, after all. never again would he let another person fool him the way samara had, but sometimes close encounters were unavoidable, no matter how hard he tried. in such circumstances, he watched people carefully, becoming studious of their actions and tendencies so as to protect himself. it was a habit he relied on when choosing someone to feed off of, rather than simply taking a bite out of any ol' person. those with impure intentions or who needed a reality check were typical subject to his somewhat-humane feedings, whereas he left the innocent out of the mix. one look at archive and he would have liked to admit he would have left her be, for her sheer beauty alone, but he'd be lying to himself. it wasn't until their second meeting now, where he was much closer and in proper lighting, that he was able to fully discover what a hidden gem she was. then again, he would have never preyed upon someone with a disability such as hers, even if he didn't think her delicate.
it was his own naivety which screwed him over in the moment. having been closed off from most of the world over the last century, admittedly, he hadn't much experience with the hearing impaired. yes, lip reading was a thing. but had he thought in the moment she was going to decipher his words, he would have never spoken them. it was his own mistake though it was undoubtedly, one that couldn't be taken back. her flawless expression had given him the impression she was simply tuned out, watching him as she mentally prepared for the moment. instead, he'd exposed a small part of himself. all the while, he assumed she probably thought he was bitching about the situation.
when the vampire fed, he typically never saw the person again. if he had, it was by pure coincidence out and about the city, though faces were easily forgotten to him. he often compelled them to stay away from his general area all together, to avoid a run in. their blood ran through him quickly, feeding him and later being expelled as spent energy. the terrifying part of feeding on archive was the connection he'd undoubtedly have with her. she'd be unaware of it, having never tasted his blood, but it would always be apart of him. he would never be able to shake the feeling of her sweet blood on his tongue or rid himself of the energy he felt within it. and too, there was a deep dark seeded fear which made him question if he'd be able to stop feeding from her. if he'd hurt her in anyway, even in the smallest of ways, he would never be able to forgive himself. likely, it would drive him into an even deeper reclusive state than he was already in. the monstrous side of him, the vampiric tendencies, would not allow him to stay away. he was hungry and even a bit ill, plus he wanted this. there was no saying no to the situation, especially when it was presented so willingly to him.
cael had been with women since samara but it was a rare occurrence. he found things more important than sex or even companionship. therefore, he hadn't realized how deprived of another's touch he was until he had it. as her embrace only strengthened around him, he leaned into her. he fought the urge to run his hands all over her curves or even slam her down on the counter top. frankly, he was surprised he was capable of such restraint...though the control had nearly slipped away from him. and as soon as he'd started to enjoy it...as soon as he'd started to grow weak in the knees....he drew back. this wasn't right, no matter how much he wanted it. though there was no denying how impeccable her blood tasted. the very small bit he'd lifted from her lips was enough to drive him mad. he felt it work throughout him like a wave, beginning to heal the parts of him that were aching. it wasn't enough to cure him, those few drops, but the effect was certainly noted. the thing that was most surprising to him was not the physical effect but instead, the emotional one that gripped him. like a sliver of hope...or maybe just some lifting of negativity, it embraced him.
he'd turned away from her as he demanded she leave, but his head lifted ever so slightly at her single world. no? what did she mean no? surely he'd frightened her or angered her...or even offended her by his actions. she had done nothing but help his disgruntled self and he stepped out of line - both by his standards and probably hers too. "sorry..." he muttered with frustration. to his surprise, he thought she was actually going to abide as he heard her footsteps hit the ground from the counter. good. it was better that way. at least, he'd convinced himself of that in the mere moments he figured she was heading out the door. the breath he'd been holding was released as she presented herself before him, jabbing him in the chest. he wanted to be angry with himself for desiring her so badly, for finding relief in her persistence, but he couldn't. mentally, at least in that moment, he had given in to her. "i'm a vampire." he stated simply, as if that should have been enough to scare her off. it should have, really. "what if i don't stop?" cael posed the question with his usual lack of emotion, like he was trying to scare her off with that possibility. really though? it was his own fear coming to light.
lips parted to argue with her, to deny her once more...and again, to tell her to leave. but it was her latter words which silenced him immediately. his body went willingly as he was pulled to her level, gaze searched hers for anything that suggested why he shouldn't go through with it. he could think of a million reasons but her odd sort of encouragement was weighing on him more heavily than anything else. "i didn't...." he couldn't lie and say he didn't mean it, because he did. so he shut up again, pulling her by the hip closer to him. his initial reaction was to kiss her again but he resisted. the vampire grasped her wrist again, finding a smaller amount of fear in taking blood from there than from her neck, so close to the jugular. he took her delicate flesh in his mouth, letting his fangs sink into her wrist as carefully as he possibly could. he knew she'd feel some discomfort but he kept greedy feeding to a minimum. and he fed. he fed until he could feel the warmth and magic work throughout his body, healing all that was wrong with him. and when he finished, he released her carefully, though his gaze could not advert his. as he suspected, he wanted her even more...
sorry its crap. still love 'em template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 22, 2016 22:05:28 GMT -6
Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on May 22, 2016 22:05:28 GMT -6
Tell me, would you kill to save a life? Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right?
Despite her internal fears, Archive held her ground, her steely determination shining through. She was wild and stubborn by nature, but it was her whitelighter self that gave her the strength to stand up for Cael now. She was bound by her heart and by her title to do the right thing for him, both because he needed it and because, annoyingly, she really did seem to care what happened to him. Of course, in her mind she was trying to justify her insistence by saying to herself that if she didn't get him to drink her blood now, he'd probably rip into some poor, unsuspecting victim later. And although there was some truth in that line of thinking, it wasn't really her motivation. Truth be told, it was mostly due to the fact that seeing him physically struggle bothered her to an enormous extent, but she had to admit... there was a curiosity to the whole feeding thing. She had never before allowed a vampire to get near her neck (or near her general veined areas) despite knowing the positive healing properties her blood had, and an offer like this was not something she would offer lightly. Maybe it was Cael's handsome face clouding her judgement... or maybe it was simply everything about him that was doing so. She could make up excuses all she wanted, but the truth could only be buried for so long.
She had to focus on his lips to read what he was saying. It took her a moment to respond, studying the moment closely and fitting the matching words in her mind. Finally, in response, she said, "I'm not afraid of you." And that much was true. Sure, he was a vampire. He was stronger, faster, and more deadly than she was, very much a danger to her in the sense of his physical prowess. But Archive knew better than to be afraid of him- nothing he had done so far had given her any indication that he wanted to, or that he was capable of doing so. She wasn't stupid, and didn't trust him implicitly, but with this, with her life, Archive was more than comfortable with handing over the control to him. She gazed into his eyes, her own baby blues unyielding. "You don't scare me, Cael," she repeated slowly, strongly. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she saw the shift in his eyes, the change in his mind clear. It wouldn't take much more to push him into the decision, to stop wasting time and just fix him. Then they could move on. After that, if he wanted, he could throw her out on her ass. She could live with that, though it would surely piss her off. It would be especially annoying since he hadn't actually left her mind since the moment they'd met, and Archive knew for certain he wouldn't leave now.
Finally, the defeat in his eyes shone through, and he took her wrist. At that point, her heart slammed against her chest, so much so that she could feel her pulse in the very wrist he held so tenderly; it was a clear sign of her nervousness, though nothing else about her indicated hesitation. She gave in willingly to his silent direction, leaning into Cael's body when he pulled her in by the hip. She was flush against his body when her wrist touch his lips. She was intent on looking at him drink, but at the last minute a bit of fear overcame her, and right as he sunk his fangs into her wrist, Archive turned her face away into Cael's shoulder, wincing and gritting her teeth at the initial discomfort. There are some things in life one thing they'll expect to know what it feels like... Archive had had her expectations of what this was, but she'd been wrong. It was painful, yes, but not in the way she'd expected. His teeth had initially felt like needles, but the pain had gotten worse from there for a moment as the deeper part of his fangs sunk in. Archive's instincts told her to pull away from it, but right as she thought her discomfort was hitting a maximum limited, the pain eased, and it no longer felt so much like a sharp pain, and rather the area took on a dull, much more manageable ache. She could feel the pull of her blood into Cael's mouth, her skin being pulled gently with each mouthful, the ache subsiding when he swallowed.
She'd been leaning against him, eyes closed and only focused on the feeling of it all. When he finished, she opened her eyes and peered up at him through heavy lashes, slowly lowering her wrist down to her side and wiping the excess blood on her jeans. There was a slight heaviness in her eyes, a sort of fatigue weighing on her because of the sudden blood loss. Archive took a deep breath and stood up straight, putting a hand on Cael for momentary balance and then summoning the will to put a sarcastic smile on her face. "See? It wasn't that bad." She fished her hearing aides out of her pockets and slipped them on her ears, wincing as they adjusted for a moment and rang in her ears loudly. After they adjust she straightened up and said, "Jeez, made it seem like I would taste like shit. All's well that ends well." She looked down at her wrist, the blood that had been smeared there. The puncture wounds hadn't clotted over yet, so they were still bleeding. She shoved her hand into her pocket to hide the evidence, and then looked back at Cael with an expression that wouldn't indicate that her head was racing with feelings and questions that she couldn't even begin to put into words.
She reached up to him with her good hand and she wiped away a drop of blood from his lips with her thumb, a bemused expression taking over her features. "There's something you have to wrap your head around," she said to him, leaning her hand against his cheek for the moment. "Just because you think I'm delicate does not make you the only monster here. It's a title all of us have to share." She pulled her hand away and looked up at him, in his beautiful eyes, very seriously. "You aren't the only one who has a past, who's done things you aren't proud of... who's hurt people. You aren't the only one here who's dangerous." And to demonstrate, she touched the counter beside him, a sheet of ice spreading over it, starting from her fingertips. She lifted her hand and slowly the ice melted, leaving small puddle on the counter. It was a small demonstration of what she could do, but it worked for the time being. "We're all monsters here. Scary things that go bump in the night and lurk in the dark." She took a step closer to him again, taking a deep breath as she did so. "I can be hella judgy, and clearly so can you. But at the end of the day, in the 'us' and 'them'category in your head, I wan't you to know I'm not a victim. I won't ever be. I'm just another boogyman, just like you." She wasn't entirely sure what inspired the speech or where it came from, but it was all true. Realizing suddenly it sounded very random and out of place with it all, she just shrugged, rolled her eyes and stepped past him, saying, "You're fine now. I should go."
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