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Log Ongoing Closed

When; Right after this
Rating; PG13 Violence and biting
Characters; Lucy Locke

mgtbconcussed Menolly

sings4dragons & Chris

justcautious The Master

neverendingbeat, Rido

councilking
Summary; Lucy's hungry and is going to start nomming on people now. Repercussions to follow
Log;

It takes Lucy a moment to orient herself. Everything is coated in blood and pain and shock makes her whirl. She can't think. She can't comprehend what happened. Hunger eats away at shock so that it over rides everything and sends her hunting. She's not very good at it and she probably looks a bit like a drunk, raving lunatic tearing through town looking for something to satisfy her hunger. Any~~one~~thing will do.

[ooc: Because I'm forced to be uber organized this weekend. I'm putting up threads for Chris and Menolly then one for the Master & Rido.]

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Lucy is very pretty, and Chris is therefore rather pleased about the stumbling and grabbing. He braces himself to catch her properly, grinning at her.

"Just go slowly, luv, an' mind your feet. You can lean on me as much as y'like." He is going to have such a story to tell Ray after this.

Such a story. Just not the story he thinks he'll have to tell.

Lucy puts her hand to the back of Chris' neck and nods. "Slowly," she agrees, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. Just a moment, reminding herself to go more slowly then she bites attempting to follow his advice and take it slowly.

So nice of Chris to help her be a better vampire.

Chris is still smiling and looking a little bit stunned at his luck up until about three seconds after she's bitten his neck and he registers it.

"--hey!" he yelps, eyes going wide. "Easy there, luv!" He tries to lean away, still not quite managing to work out that she's doing something a bit more than some overly violent necking. Because cute blond girls just AREN'T vampires. It's meant to be evil-looking blokes, or femme fatale sorts. If vampires existed at all, of course.

The apology she mutters is muffled because well...she's talking with her mouth full but she doesn't let go. She winds her arm around his neck a bit tighter, holding him close. He can probably still pull away, he's just going to have to try a lot harder.

It's a good thing vampires don't exist.

This bird must really like him. And she seems to have eased up on his neck, or, as far as he can tell, she has. This is a little bit suddenly affectionate but not TOO out of the ordinary because Chris is used to making a fairly good first impression on a lot of women. By the second or third impressions, they generally leave but he's set for first impressions. So probably this is one.

He pats her hair and moves his other hand down to try and feel her up because she's got a bit of a death-grip with her arm and her mouth on his neck and he can't really move. It feels rather pleasant, or, at least, he's feeling kind of lightheaded anyway.

This is Vampire!Lucy's dream come true. Yeah, he's trying to feel her up but it's not the worst thing that's ever happened to her. By the time Lucy is full Chris is probably down a couple to three pints and Lucy feels responsible. He's been so cooperative and Lucy's feeling much better.

"Come on. Let's get you home," she tells him, wrapping her arm around his waist.

Wha? Chris could have sworn it was the other way around when this started. But his vision is going occasionally black and he's having to lean on Lucy's shoulders and what is happening? What happened? His neck hurts a bit and he brings up his hand to put to it and is very confused to see that his hand is sticky with blood. How did he manage that? He looks down at Lucy and stumbles somewhat.

"When'd y'get covered in blood...?" he asks, his voice slurred and his accent very thick. He brings wide, confused and unfocused eyes up to make a sort of eye-contact, his mismatched eyes already fading into a uniform yellow as he's infected by the virus. "Dunno when...dunno what...must've drunk too much, some'ow... 'ome's at..." He tries to think. It's not Manchester. Block of flats. "Second one. Number 2." This makes him giggle a bit and almost fall over again.

"Don't worry about it," Lucy assures him as she braces herself. He doesn't weigh that much and she's got extra strength from the whole 'hi I'm a vampire thing' but the size difference is still big enough that supporting him is awkward. "Of course the blood is never coming out and I just bought this but really, not your fault."

She staggers and keeps him from falling. "I think I'm the one who drank too much," she tells him with a pout.

Yes. Vampires can pout.

"Huhn?" says Chris eloquently. He doesn't get how it would be his fault. He puts his hand to where his neck hurts anyway.

"Think thass what it were s'posed t'be," he says, looking about blearily and trying to set off for home at a stumbling pace. "You bein' drunk. Not me. S'pose we must've switched only I'm not a bird. Jus' pissed. An' goin' 'ome. S'pose that makes you th'copper. WDC...whass your name?"

Well fault and logic and things like that are very muddled when it comes to Lucy. "Cleaning bill. Mine is going to go up. That's if I can ever go home again to where my flat is."

She stumbles along with him, directing him toward building 2. The idea of being a cop makes her giggle a little despite everything. "You'll be okay in the morning," she lies. She doesn't think he'll be okay. Not at all but at the same time she doesn't know what else to tell him. "I'm Lucy."

"Could try an' take y'ome," says Chris. "Still secretly a copper, e'en if y'did switch with me."

"WDC Lucy!" he announces as they reach the building and he has to try and get the door open. "I'll be okay. S'okay. There's a lift. You. Should be 'ome. Can't make me legs work, though. Y'can use th'sofa if y'want, I dunno." He finally swings the door open and steps partially into the foyer. "Don' want y'gettin' mugged."

Lucy helps with the door. She's feeling a bit better than he is. Now she wants to kind of cry because Chris is nice. She gives him a tight smile and nods. "Yeah. Maybe I'll stay on the sofa. Do you have room mates? People who live in the flat with you?" Living with the Master has mixed her British terminology and her American terminology and her Southern terminology so basically she's a mess language wise.

She finds the elevator and pushes the button for up. "What floor?"

"No..." says Chris. "E'eryone left. S'jus' me now." He smiles a bit vaguely. "I'd ask if y'wanted a shag only I'm too drunk. I were sick on a girl once. Bes'play it safe. S'pose y'could 'ave a bed instead cos no-one's usin' them."

"Second floor," he explains, trying to lean on the wall by the elevator with his hand and looking surprised when his arm doesn't support his weight at all.

Any other time Lucy would have smiled at Chris. She might have even taken him up on his offer. This was sort of a 'no shag' kind of moment though. Extremely-not-committed-no-really-Boyfriend aside. She sort of tries to catch Chris and they both end up in danger of being a pile on the elevator floor.

"Ooof!" And a squeal that's a bit more of a growl than Lucy ever makes.

Chris manages to shift away from Lucy to sit, knees to chest, against a wall.

"Can use me to stand up on," he suggests. "Prob'ly best like this 'til we get t'the second floor."

"Probably," Lucy admits with a sigh. She sort of does use him to stand up, putting weight on his shoulder and leaning against the elevator wall. She watches the registers as it slides up slowly to the second floor. The elevator stops and dings. She holds a hand out for Chris.

"Come on. You'll be in your bed soon. Then you'll feel better."

He probably wouldn't but she'll say it anyway and hope it's true.

His head has been flopping forward and he's been zoning out into a sort of blank area but he manages to muster attention when he hears Lucy speak. All of Chris's limbs feel like rubber and he has to hold onto the bar along the side of the elevator as well as Lucy when he's trying to get up. It takes him a bit to manage but finally he staggers onto his feet.

"Dunno what..." he begins and then trails off, completely forgetting that he'd been talking. He goes a bit into auto-pilot, letting himself walk slowly along the hall to one of the doors of his flat, and fumbling for his key.

In her defense, she does try to help him with the staggering. In order to ensure auto-pilot stays on course, she keeps a hand on his shoulder.

"I could--have you got it?" Because yes, she will reach in his pocket and find the key if she needs to.

"Whah? Yeah, I've got it," he says, pulling the key out and fumbling it into the lock to unlock the door. "S'okay." He uses the wall to bring himself over to his bedroom. "Anythin' but 'ere's fine," he adds, "for sleepin' on." Pushing off from the doorframe, he makes a lunge for his bed and ends up collapsing forward mostly onto it. It only takes about ten seconds of him being horizontal to pass out.

Once Chris is horizontal, Lucy hangs around for a little while lying on the couch. In the end she doesn't stay long. Guilt and fear drive her from Chris' flat to the only person she thinks might be able to help regardless of the fact that she can't stand him.

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