Log ; Ongoing

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

When; Today [Aug. 1st] in three or four hours about 8D;
Rating; R? For character death?
Characters; Gil Elliott [andromedacanrot] & Walter Dornez [dark_butler]
Summary; Gil can't catch a break. He just died. And he's about to do it again, with a little vampiric help~
Log;

Death is like quiet. You fall, and then you don’t wake up. The final moments are painful, but dull, because they’re cut off so quickly.

Gil didn’t wanna do it again, really.

He got out of Isane’s quickly, quickly as he could. It’s not like he wasn’t grateful, but it was a slight affront to his personal pride, and...

He was putting her in danger just by being there.

He stumbled down into Xanadu, sick and confused, not wanting to die again.

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[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter had finished moving his things from the manor into his new flat.

He couldn’t feel Xulchilbara, which pained him more than he allowed those close to him to see, particularly Alucard. They had both agreed to stop fighting the direction their relationship had taken, and he didn’t want to throw this particular matter out for him to see.

Neither of them were making small sacrifices, but both of them had had the grace not to complain of them. Let it remain so.

He was pensive as he left his flat and his overstuffed familiar to go for a walk. Pensive, and annoyed that that damnable hunger was still not assuaged after the gorging that he had done just days ago.

There was no end to it.

Well, no. Not true. There was a possible end to it, and all he had to pay for it was tea and ice cream.

Absorbed in his thoughts, Walter hardly noticed that his path had taken him to Xanadu until the siren song of prey pulled him from his ruminations.

Hm... perhaps one last nip before taking Lenny up on the deal...

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Popular misconception: Even though they could sense him, Gil oft had no idea that someone was attacking him ‘till Jess tore them off of him.

Or, because Jess wasn’t here, until he died.

The last fight had been so sudden, it wasn’t even a fight. He’d spun, flew, and then fell.

His ribs still felt odd from the encounter.

Gil thought about the times he’d explained to Jess that almost always, he never knew that someone was about to attack him until they did.

Ironically, this was what he thought about, as the vampire slinked up to him.

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Walter would have preferred the term stalked, or perhaps even sidled if he’d known that Gil’s inner monologue would have him slinking.

But he didn’t.

So he silently, even stealthily, and oh so alliteratively stalked, not slunk after, the man who screamed prey in ways the vampire had never seen before.

Maybe it was a trap. How could anyone be so oblivious to the way he begged to be taken and drained and tossed aside?

It didn’t matter. Walter was confident in his ability to take most of what the City could throw at him, and his teeth, lengthening as they all were - no dainty fangs for this feeding - ached to be buried in flesh. He wanted to taste someone warm and alive and not at all gelatinous, and this man would do very nicely.

He gave no notice before attacking, sliding not slinking out of the shadows, already reaching for Gil to pull him in close enough to bury his teeth in the man’s neck.

[ooc: This post brought to you by vitamin C. Goooo Codeine!]

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Alright, stalking, then. Fine.

Anyway.

But when someone gets up close to you, any person can kind of... feel them. The sensation of movement near your person. It’s a survival instinct.

But because this was a vampire, Gil had about a split-second to react.

And react he did, however much it didn’t help him.

“AUH-VA-”

Fuck.

[ooc *cheers* :D]

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

That was rather a common reaction. Walter couldn’t fault the man for his perspicacity. After all, he was an Auh-VA!

And he was remorselessly about to treat this man like a juice bag.

Sharp teeth descended, and now would be the time to either do something about the Auh-VA! or make peace with the deity of your choice.

[ooc: Okay, so my narrative is a bit loopy. I’m amusing myself.]

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Fucking Auh-VA!s.

It wasn't like he could do anything about it. He didn't have superpowers, like Nnamdi, he wasn't strong, like Jess. His redeeming quality was his strength with dead languages. Fat lot of good that did him, honestly.

Gil felt the teeth puncture his skin, and he went rigid, not sure if he was dead yet, or if he'd just stopped moving as not to tear the wound at all.

[ooc I find it funny.]

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Not dead yet. Oh no, not with that hot, delicious gush of lifeblood filling Walter’s mouth.

But really, struggling now wouldn’t make a bit of difference and might get blood on his shirt, which was always a bit annoying to someone as fastidious as Walter.

Ignore the fact that the shirt wasn’t actually real. It was the principle of the thing.

Soon though, this nameless man would be dead. Now was a good time for last words. Or last thoughts. Or impotent flailing. Those sorts of things.

[ooc: Oh good. ^^]

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Piercing fangs ripped into Gil, and he did twitch a bit. It might have been some type of memory sensation, like the body’s last words, instead of the mind’s?

Gil wasn’t sure.

Blood loss, he was starting to go woozy. He thought about his life, again, and how he was dying again.

“N-never California,” He mumbled, adrenaline mixing with confusion in his head.

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Delicious. Walter made a note to have this one again if he ever stumbled across him. The adrenaline added a nicely piquant note that topped off the meal perfectly.

He’d been hungry for fresh blood, but the gorging from the blob meant that he didn’t have room for much and he finished sooner than he would have ordinarily. He drew back from his victim’s throat, licking blood off his lips as he lowered the man to the ground, still alive for the moment.

He rarely spoke to those he fed from. It was a bit too much like having a conversation with one’s steak – unnecessary and slightly morbid.

In this case, he looked down at the man and shook his head. A pity, but even though the man wasn’t dead and wouldn’t die of the blood loss, he still had to die. It was better than spending the next day as a ghoul, whether the man knew it or not.

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

Dizzy, confused and horrified, Gil looked up at the man—the vampire.

His eyes felt heavy lidded, and he felt, suddenly, sick all over. Why was he drawing away, though?

Gil looked up at the vampire, and blinked, slowly.

He coughed.

“—what?” Not an angry sound, just a statement, or a question. What now?

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

“Tch.” Walter shook his head and dropped a fall of silver from his hand.

A twitch of his fingers and Gil’s head was neatly severed from his body.

The vampire leaned over to move the head, almost capriciously putting it into the man’s still-warm hands as though for safekeeping before rising and turning away.

He was really in the mood for some tea.

[andromedacanrot.livejournal.com]

And before Gil knew it, he was dead.

Again.

[ooc I really can't think of anything more than that to put in 8D; Nice loggin' with you!]