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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jan 17, 2010 8:54:59 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Vivian wasn’t sure what she was doing here.
Hell, she wasn’t even sure what she’d been doing for the last few days. Since Scotty had gone she’d just... shut down. Vanished, gone, hidden in her room, refused to come out. Not for Ed. Not for Cassie. Not for food. She’d barely ever said more than one word at a time when Ed came to deliver her hot mugs of O+.
She’d tried to save him and it... it hadn’t worked. Maybe if she’d gone to get Dacian sooner instead of trying it herself, or if she’d tried it straight away instead of weeping there like an idiot or if...
If.
If.
If.
Maybe if she’d agreed to be intimate with Scotty before, he wouldn’t have cheated? He was a boy. They needed that right? What if she’d brought it all upon herself? What if she’d been there for him more? What if...
The if’s kept coming. They gnawed at her. Tormented her. There was no escape.
But that didn’t answer why she was here. Closure, perhaps. She didn’t know why. She just... She needed to see him again.
Ed. Darling Ed. Sweet Ed. He’d arranged this. Vivian couldn’t visit the hospital during the day, and she wasn’t about to break in, so Ed had owled, made arrangements for the special night visits available to vampires, and the approval had arrived in the mail, signed and delivered. She owed him a lifetime.
She’d handed it to the man at the front desk. The place looked so empty. He’d checked the form, nodded, waved her through and called an orderly to escort her. She’d stuck close to the man’s side as he led her through the maze of corridors, feeling so small, afraid, like a waste of time, something to be pitied.
An alarm had gone off. Sharp and piercing. Vivian had shrieked, clamping her hands over her ears, hunching over and scrunching her eyes shut as the sound assaulted her heightened senses. But it was only a monitor, a patient who wasn’t faring too well, so the orderly had pointed his hand to the direction of the morgue and run off to attend to the noise.
She was alone now. Everything looked foreboding. She hated hospitals. Hated the smell. Hated the noises. Hated the sombre attitude of worry, of death, that hung over the place. Scotty was just on the other side of the building. It was harder now without the orderly. She had to take those steps on her own. One foot in front of the other never felt so impossible.
The smell of blood almost went right over her head at first. It was a hospital. Blood came with the territory. But this was no small pinprick from a syringe, not a cut on the leg, not a nosebleed. This was a lot of blood. Almost as much as the day that...
Fear churned in Vivan’s stomach like a wave. Not good not good oh shit.
She started running towards it instinctively, old fear forgotten. The smell grew stronger, filling her nostrils. There were footprints, bloody ones, and the smell of vampire.
Vampire?
She knew the smell. But at the same time she didn’t. So familiar and yet so foreign.
Whoever it was had disappeared into a cupboard and—
Oh God.
Realisation slammed into her like a ton of bricks.
Oh no.
Oh please.
Vivian froze, mouth open, staring at the door like she was terrified of it. She could hear sobs. She knew that voice. All the blood. It made sense. And oh God no, please, not like this.
Her fingers closed around the doorknob, turning it so slowly it was like she afraid whatever – whoever – was inside was going to attack her if she startled it. She didn’t want to see. But she had to. Couldn’t leave him—
He was on the floor. Blood all over him again like the night she’d found him dying. But he was sitting up. Crying. He was alive and for a moment that nearly made it all better again. A tremor ran through her body again and Vivian sobbed, dropping to her knees and trying to scoot over. He was there, he was alive, she wanted to feel his arms under her fingers, make the hurt go away, make it all better, she’d caused this, it was all her fault.
This wasn’t happening.
It didn’t feel real.
God, she was so sorry.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Jan 17, 2010 9:31:19 GMT 1
There was nothing he could do, this was it; human life over in such a spectacular fashion. There was no way he could go back to his family as a vampire. Vivian’s story had been bad enough to Scotty but to be now facing complete and utter severance from those he loved more than anything only served to make the tears flow quicker. For years he had been so determined to be a person who fought against things like vampires but now he was one. To make sure Scott ran his tongue over his canine teeth and opened his mouth in a silent wail as they felt longer and sharper than they should have been.
New, sharper sounds, smells and sights invaded the poor boy’s senses. He could hear every little cough, sneeze, sleep murmur and heartbeat from the people outside his cupboard. They roared in Scotty’s sensitive ears, making him place both his bloodied hands over them in a desperate attempt to block them out. But it turned out he could still smell them, their scents making him let out something between a sob and a sneeze as they overwhelmed his nose. Through bleary eyes, Scotty could see every detail about the cupboard and the brooms he shared it with as clear as day even though in reality it was pitch black.
With a sob Scotty closed his eyes, bunched his knees up to his chest and put his head between them just wanting to forget about everything but he couldn’t. When he shut his eyes scenes from the morgue flashed across the dark; the coroner’s terrified face as he tore at his throat and Fin’s hopeless one as he thrust himself upon her would forever haunt the boy. But it wasn’t all bad, Viv’s face was there, no that wasn’t a memory.
In his dazed state it took a moment for the changeling to register that Vivian was actually there with him. She was actually kneeling on the ground beside him. Like a child he instantly latched onto her, sobbing into one of her arms. ”Viv, I’m so sorry,” he choked out as tears dripped down onto the girl. ”I’ve done such awful things and I couldn’t stop it. I tried but I couldn’t stop myself as I killed a man in the morgue and as I-,” he stopped, unable to say what he’d done to Fin. Instead he stopped talking and cried into the other vampire’s shoulder. ”I’m so glad to see you, I need you Viv,” Scotty whispered finally, breaking away from her shoulder to look her in the eye.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jan 17, 2010 11:27:38 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] The situation still didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be. But the fabric of the bloodied gown felt real as she scrunched it under one hand, the skin of his arm, so cold, felt real under her fingers when she put her other arm around him. He looked real. Smelt real. But she felt like she was a thousand miles away.
His new strength was obvious. He was clinging to her and it hurt. She wriggled a bit in an attempt to loosen him unsuccessfully. It was hard to draw in air to speak, but she didn’t care. She was just too grateful that he was here. That he was alive.
He was saying something, and she could hear it all clearly through her own sobs. He’d killed someone. She didn’t need telling. Of course he had. With no one to restrain him, he—She should have been here. He was her responsibility now. How had she failed him twice in such a short amount of time? She was fifteen – this was too big for her. It was too much.
She wasn’t sure what she was saying. She was just mumbling comforting words the best she could like you would to a small child. She thought she knew what he was going through. The hunger. The fear. She thought she could empathise. But if she had of known what Scotty had done moments before... God.
They stayed like that for as long as Vivian could withstand feeling like her ribs were going to crack. They couldn’t linger here. The orderly would come back. Scotty had killed someone. There would be trouble. She was so busy worrying for him it took her a while to realise she would be in an equal mess. She’d turned him. This was her fault. But she’d do it again if she had to. Even if it had cost a stranger his life.
“Ve... Ve need to go,” Vivian stuttered, running her hand down his shoulders as she attempted to work free from his grip. Scotty’s arms fell away and Vivian grabbed him by the hand to attempt to pull him up. “Zhey... zhey’ll find us here. Ve haff to go.”
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Jan 17, 2010 12:09:38 GMT 1
Suddenly, clinging to Viv like he was, things didn’t seem quite as bad as they had before. They still felt pretty bad though; after all he’d killed and raped someone as well as woken up a changeling. Still with the other vampire Scotty couldn’t help but feel like things would be okay, eventually, like in the very distant future. For now he was content to sob quietly into the girl’s arm until he felt like he had no tears left. He had reverted back to a child; with Viv he felt safe and no longer lost like he had been in the morgue and before she had found him. But even he knew that, really, neither of them were really safe at all.
”You’re right, we need to get out of here,” he sniffed, wiping his eyes. Still numb the boy let Vivian wrestle him off the floor, like a ragdoll in her grip. How were they going to escape? He wasn’t even meant to be up, about and alive let alone fleeing from hospital in the dead of night. Apparating was out of the question, as was strolling out the front door. They could go out a window but a fall was not an attractive prospect. Then what else was there? All the emotions had completely destroyed the boy’s ability to think.
In the end it was Vivian who suggested Floo powder and it was her who took him by the arm and dragged him to find a fire place. Fear was starting to take a hold of him; what if they were found before they could find an exit? What if he ran into someone he knew? Practically everyone at St. Mungos knew who he was thanks to his father, mother and siblings and the last thing he wanted was news of his ‘resurrection’ getting back to them from anyone but him.
Rooms and corridors sped past, nothing but blurs to the new vampire, until at long last the pair stopped running to stand in front of a fireplace. Floo powder, in a jar beside it, glittered in the pale moonlight that filtered through a nearby window, beckoning to the two. Eager to be rid of the nightmare that the hospital had become, Scott grabbed a handful and watched as Viv disappeared in a flurry of emerald green flames. As soon as she had gone he stood in the fireplace, threw down the powder and shouted the same thing Viv had.
”Hog’s Head Tavern!”
A familiar spinning sensation enveloped him and, already feeling sick, the boy kept his eyes firmly shut as grate after grate sped past him. He did, however, open his eyes when he came to a crashing halt and tumbled out onto the floor of the Hog’s Head pub. Lying on the floor Scotty did not want to move but a stronger urge to cling to Viv again made him get to his feet. He did not dust the soot off himself for he did not want to look at his bloodstained clothes or skin. Instead he focused wholly on the girl in front of him, emotion again threatening to overwhelm him.
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