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{OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Thread Started on Mar 14, 2008, 6:32pm »
Alex took in a hesitant breath, trying to avoid inhaling too much of the toxic smoke that drifted everywhere. The smell of cigarettes sickened her, but there was no use trying to avoid them in this club. Her hands twisted and shook, poured and mixed, going through all of the actions without much conscious thought on her part. When she’d artfully placed the citrus slices, miniature umbrellas, and maraschino cherries on each of their respectful cocktails, she carefully lifted and balanced the tray.
It took quite a bit of technique to carry around a tray like that, keeping all of the drinks centered as she stepped through the crowds in her pencil-thin heels. It was part of the clothing she was required to wear, along with an uncomfortably short skirt and plunging neckline. Since being kidnapped and forced into slavery, this was all the 'promotion' she had gotten. This, and dancing for the entertainment of the patrons. Of course, there were plenty guards dressed in dark clothing standing sentinel at the doors... keeping her and the others in as much as they kept minors out. An elaborate silver choker identified her to them as a slave worker.
She began distributing the beverages, gliding from table to table. As she neared a booth with a group of particularly raucous men, she sped her pace. They had gazed at her slender form a little too long when she had served them. She had no desire to go near again. As she passed, she didn’t see the boot casually moved into her path, not until it was too late. Alex’s ankles caught and twisted as she tumbled, releasing a short scream of surprise. The cocktails slid and fell, shattering with a deafening crash. The slave sat up immediately, wincing at the feel of multitudes of cuts on her arms. The sharp, tangy scent of her own blood mingled with that of the liquor. Nothing compared to the shooting pain in her ankle. She leaned over to carefully undo the straps of her heels, holding back a few whimpers as she removed them.
The men laughed raucously, before one stood and offered his hand. Alex took it reluctantly, knowing that she’d hardly be able to rise on her own. He pulled her up and then lifted her, settling her on his lap. “You took quite a fall, babe,” the man said. “We’d best get you taken care of.”
“I can take care of myself,” Alex protested, trying to wriggle out of his hold and stand on her good foot.
“Now, now, I insist.”
“Let go!” she insisted, trying for once to catch the eye of one of the vampiric guards. Certainly they wouldn’t let this go on… right? They wouldn’t want one of their good slaves ruined, it would destroy any ‘value’ she might have to them. They must have heard the shattering of so many of their glasses.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #1 on Mar 16, 2008, 2:00pm »
He wasn’t even sure why he was here, wasn’t like he liked the place, perhaps it was just somewhere to go. He had met the club owner some time ago, and had teased him relentlessly, but to no avail, Sariel hadn’t even hit him. Lestat was dressed somewhat perfectly, despite the fact that he was wearing dark blue, closely fitting jeans, he hated baggy trousers with a passion, black ankle high zip up boots, and a loose black shirt, long sleeved with the collar open slightly. His blond hair was slightly curly with dark blond streaks in it, natural streaks of course, and was down, lying perfectly over his shoulders.
Lestat looked perhaps eighteen, or maybe even barely nineteen, which made it surprising that he walked in with such ease, perhaps the guards sensed how much older he was. He walked with a naïve elegance that many of the men and even women in here had lost. Having already fed tonight, it meant that his blood thirst was satisfied to the point at which he could easily control it, but still, he had a hunger for the mortals that surrounded him. Walking up to the bar, he thought of ordering something, but was distracted as he heard something.
He turned around to see Alex being pretty much restrained by a disgustingly presumptious old oaf, who was probably getting a thrill from restraining her. He thought about walking over there. What am I, the good samaritan? Her features dangerously resembled someone that he had known a long time ago, which was partly why he walked up to her and the man that was holding her into his lap, a dark snarl sounding from his throat. It wasn’t obvious to even him whether or not he was helping her just to be kind, or to have her to himself.
“Mademe’?”
Lestat said softly in his luciously velvet french accent, catching a seething look from the vampire that was holding her, the man looked physically twice his age, and was probably only fifty years older than him in reality.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #2 on Mar 16, 2008, 6:17pm »
This was not good. Alex twisted and writhed, blood dripping from the cuts on her arms. She continued to protest loudly, hoping that someone would care. Finally, out of the corner of her eye, she could see the approach of another. She turned, somewhat disappointed to see that it was not one of the guards. It was harder to judge the motives of such a stranger. He looked sharp enough, that was certain. Probably another vampire. The man restraining her paused when the other came near. "What do you want?" he snarled when she was addressed with such cordiality.
Alex was one who could measure her options quickly. As she saw it now, it was between the oaf who held her now and the 'young' man standing before them. When a slave, one learned to recognize very quickly the signs of a hungry vampire. This one did not appear to be starving at the least... or he had a particular talent for concealing it. In a split second, she made a daring choice. "Master Émile," she cried, pulling the name from the air. "It is so fortunate that you have come. This man has assaulted me. Please master, help me."
She was a bold one, that was certain. He wasn't her master, there was a damn good chance his name wasn't Émile, and she couldn't know with any certainty that he would help her. One might wonder just why she claimed him to be her master. It was pure reasoning on her part. Alex knew with a fair amount of certainty that her captor would be much less willing to create trouble if he were under the impression that the man before them had a proper claim to her. Indeed, the man's grip loosened just enough...
The slave girl jammed her elbow into his gut and whipped her head back, catching him in the face. This gave her just enough to be able to wrench free and skirt the shards of glass scattered on the floor to where her 'master' stood. With all of the adrenaline and urgency, however, she failed to remember her wounded ankle. Alex cried out, losing her balance as the agony shot through her leg. She fell against the svelte stranger, catching his arm to keep herself from crumpling to the floor once more. Immediately, she went stiff as a board, grip clenching tightly as she desperately sought some way not to be in direct contact with the man. Finally, taking a breath, she managed to shift her weight onto her good foot and release him. Still, the show was not over. Alex shot him a quick glance, hoping that he was the type who could... and would catch on quickly and finish the task of extracting them from the situation.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #3 on Mar 20, 2008, 6:47am »
”My lady.”
He said softly, his tone dark as he replied to the brute who sat at the table, still holding onto Alex where she was. Of course she wasn’t ‘his lady’, and he he no intentions of making her that, but it was an answer that was simple enough, and got the stupid vampire to change his mind somewhat. Lestat was quite a confusing person to look at really, with the body and look of an eighteen year old boy, and the attitude of a bratty but powerful vampire. He saw the human think on the situation quickly, if she was clever enough in her reply, didn’t deserve to die. Well…not that moment at least.
Her quick thinking surprised him, but he didn’t show it as he stood there, hand held in offering to the female mortal, seeing what choice she would make. If she had decided against going with Lestat, he would probably have grabbed her for fun and have killed the other two, it was what he fancied. As soon as they were away from these two, he would tell her what his name was, he did hate Émile as a name, but still, not many would have thought that quickly. A cute laugh escaped from him as she jammed her elbow into the man’s gut, something which was probably painful. Whereas a mortal man might have stumbled back to balance with her sudden, if light, weight, he stood still.
Feeling her go stiff, he did nothing except observe curiously as she shifted her weight to her good foot, he didn’t bother to hold onto her arm as she straightened and became independent of holding herself up. Though these men were older than him, probably by fifty years or so, he was quicker and far more intelligent, something that was dangerous about him. The man who had been holding her to his lap stood up, looking to make some trouble no doubt. Funnily enough neither of the two guards at the door had noticed the little disturbance. Thank god. The man walked up to him, barely an inch from him, and pushing in on his personal space wasn’t a good idea. Lestat’s hand shot out, his pale fingers gently curled around the other vampires throat, his tone soft as always, but simple, and with an underlying tone of viciousness.
”If you go near her again, I will turn you into ashes.”
A playful smile crept across his lips as the other vampire decided that this wasn’t a great situation, swallowed and sat down in silence, looking the slightest bit unsettled. Lestat turned towards Alex, his expression curious as he walked slowly to her, resisting the urge to walk a circle around her. With a last glance in the direction of the two men, he slipped his arm around her waist, almost not touching her, and moved the both of them, in a blink of an eye moving across the room. Wasn’t the nicest thing for a mortal to experience, he knew himself, but still. They were now on the other side of the room, next to two chairs and a table, he sat down on one chair, expecting her to sit on the other.
”My name is Lestat.”
He told her, his accent pulling the words apart like the air they were. This time when he offered his hand, it was for a handshake, one which if she had any sense, she would give her own hand to. ”Get yourself into trouble often?” Lestat asked, semi caring.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #4 on Mar 20, 2008, 8:02am »
Yep, it was probably a good thing she had chosen to play out like she belonged to this one, whoever he was. The way it looked now, with his vengeful expression and cool power, she would have ended up with him either way. At least this way she had managed to extricate herself rather than to be taken roughly like a scrap two wolves fought over. When he had finished with the brutes who had caused this mess, she released a small sigh. Now all she had to do was get rid of this one, and she would be left to herself. Somehow that appeared a much more daunting task.
Alexandra's back stiffened when he moved his arm about her waist lightly. Just as she was about to protest or pull away, she was stopped by a bizarre sensation. The room, full of chaos and confusion, closed in on them. Not a second later it all returned, and for a moment she thought it might have had something to do with the mild shock she was experiencing. That was until she realized that they were in an entirely different area of the club. It made her dizzy and disoriented, trying to figure out precisely where they were and just how they'd gotten there. She had a pretty good idea it had to do with her 'rescuer'.
Seeing a chair opposite of the one he sat in, Alex practically collapsed into it. She was feeling the aftereffect of so much adrenaline and pain... and it was about to knock her unconscious. At his introduction, she reluctantly gave him a limp hand.
"Alex," she said by way of introduction. She looked up with a touch of fiery passion glinting in her eye in response to his casual question, then gave a rough humorless laugh. "I hardly got myself into trouble. I was dragged into it a while ago when the vampires saw that I was easy pickings... what with no family and all. And no, I don't make a practice of it."
With the immediate danger past, Alex turned her attention to her own condition. She took one look at her ankle and knew there was something very wrong. It was hideously swollen… if she were lucky it was a sprain. If not, it could be any number of broken bones or torn ligaments. She turned her attention to her bloody arms, examining the cuts that spanned from wrist to elbow on both sides in varying degrees of size and depth. At least three or four would require stitches, and there was no telling whether there were any glass still in them. They stung good enough.
”Shit,” she said softly, taking stock of herself. Then more loudly, ”Shit!”
This would have been bad enough if she weren’t a slave, but considering that she was, she probably wouldn’t be taken to a hospital to get proper care, and she would be confined in the cells until she had recovered. It could be weeks. Weeks spent in the dark, terror-filled cells with no promise of having her ankle heal up well enough for her to be worth their trouble. Alex ran her fingers through her hair, clenching it tightly as she attempted to fight back the desperation, frustration, pain, and fear that threatened to push her past her limits.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #5 on Mar 23, 2008, 2:50pm »
Lestat was curious and quiet, and apart from the flashing moments that he looked his true age, all of four hundred and twenty years, he looked as sweet and testing as any eighteen year old. Mortals intrigued and fascinated him, somewhat like tiny swarming creatures to a biologist, though he rarely told any woman this, he knew very well that they would not appreciate the comment. Though he was not a particularly malicious spirit, well at least not generally, he was devious and unpredictable, and it amused him that she was perhaps…unsure of him.
That being said, he wasn’t the kind to be nervously gentle either, he didn’t flinch and jerk his hand away if he thought he was being too strong, he was far more a subtle creature. Though somewhat charming and certainly handsome, he was arrogant and like any typical young male. He watched as she saw the chair that was opposite him and sat down in it, looking as if she were about to pass about. Damned humans, such fragile things, so fragile that even when walking through a crowd of them, he had to be aware the whole time of where they were, and how hard he pushed as he made them get out of the way. A slight nudge, something that might shift a vampire over, would probably knock a mortal to the floor, once someone knew this, it let you realise how difficult being someone of the undead was. At times at least.
Giving her relatively limp hand a slight shake, he let it go and let his hands rest in his lap, wondering what Sariel thought of this girl. If she did pass out, even a monster like him wouldn’t leave her here to be bothered by the other ‘patrons’ of the club. He smiled and tilted his head slightly, seeing the fiery passion in her eyes, something that was scarce in mortals these days. With amazingly blue, inhuman eyes, he watched her subtly, listening as she responded to what he had said to her. Without moving, he followed her attention as it moved to her ankle and the cuts on her arms that she had received from the glass. If anything like that had happened to him, as a mortal if nothing else, he would have been freaking out and shouting at someone, god knows who.
As a slave he could guess that her ankle wouldn’t get seen to, and neither would the cuts on her arms, but he didn’t know whether she would actually want him to do something reasonably selfless and take her to the hospital. An impulsive flair of interest filled him as he considered ‘claiming’ her as a slave, or whatever the hell you did to get them, and to dump her at the hospital for a few weeks. See the impulse could disappear as quickly as it appeared, but it would probably stay long enough for him to offer her the painless solution of him taking her to the hospital.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #6 on Mar 24, 2008, 10:46am »
Alex glanced back towards Lestat, seeing his attention on her and squirming inwardly. She didn't like being observed like a fascinating specimen, but that was all she and her kind were to his type any more. More to attempt to break whatever unimaginable thought process that was going through his pretty head then anything else, she spoke.
”So then, Sir Lestat the Crimson,” Alex said, and though her tone was pointed with sarcasm, weariness weighed it down. ”Just what induced you to come be my 'knight in shining armor' this fine night?”
More importantly, what did he expect in return? She was hardly in much of a condition to do anything for him. What did he want from her? These troubling thoughts were interrupted however by a fierce whisper. "Alex!" the slave looked up, spotting Sarah not far off. Sarah was a fellow slave, but not much else. She was one of those who sucked up to the vampires more than even Alex had deigned to do, hoping to be bought by some well-to-do vampire or another... anything to get out of this cesspit. As Alex saw it, there couldn't be a life much better if she were bought by some sick vampire or another versus a life here.
As she watched, Sarah went to get Lansing, the vampiric foreman who was responsible for making sure things ran smoothly tonight. He was also the one to talk to when arranging a deal for buying or simply 'using' one of the slaves. Alex glowered as he followed Sarah to where they sat. He took hold of one of her arms, yanking it out to inspect it closely. "Just how did you manage to do this to yourself, worthless bitch?" Alex twisted her arm in his grip, but she could do little against his vampiric strength. Lansing scanned her over, taking note of her ankle and the rest of her cuts with a look of disgust. Finally he looked towards Lestat.
“You want her?” the foreman questioned, more out of habit than anything else. It was doubtful anyone would want such a broken slave when there were plenty still fully capable. Even so, he might as well make the offer. He certainly didn’t want to have to deal with her. “I’ll give her to yeh real cheap, since she’s so battered up. If she heals up good though, you’ll have quite a talented little dancer at your disposal… not to mention one who’s never been used for pleasure.”
Alex scowled, sickened as she listened to herself described as little more than an animal for sale.
“What d’yeh say? We got a deal or not?”
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #7 on Mar 24, 2008, 1:14pm »
He smiled cutely at the sarcasm in her voice, slightly more interested in her as a person, rather than the differences between him and her because she was a human. Looking away from her, he thought on her question, he didn’t really know why he did things, he was an impulsive person who just did things. Saying that he had done that just because he wanted to just didn’t ring right to him, so he started saying something. “I don’t exactly get on well with…others of my kind.” He said softly, the words perfectly true as he thought of how to end the answer with something else.
Of course it seemed he wasn’t supposed to, because some other human came along and distracted her, and him namely, sparking a flair of irritation towards the other slave in him, though he didn’t show it, just looking curiously. Though not exactly a creature of morals, he did not like even entertaining the idea of having a slave, spending time around them just because they were in a club yes, socialising even, but he would never have one himself. He had pets, but he didn’t view them as slaves, and he didn’t view mortals as slaves either. Mortals, though delicate, were beautiful in their fragility, lacking the toughness most vampires possessed.
Surprisingly enough, he looked positively disgusted as the other vampire offered her to him for a price like a slab of dead meat. Even though on the outside it took him roughly two seconds to decide what he was going to say to this man, on the inside he contemplated a lot of things. He didn’t agree with the whole thing of having a slave…but he could just take her to the hospital, and see whether he was still intrigued by her as a person several weeks later. Standing up, it became obvious that he was taller and most likely stronger than the other vampire, though physically he looked a hell of a lot younger, like an almost adult teenager.
“If Alex agrees…then yes I suppose.”
He didn’t sound the happiest about it, mainly because he had no intentions of keeping her as a slave or anything of the sort. But he stood there, eyes soft as he awaited a reply from both Alex and the vampire currently holding her arm, his slightly curled, long blond hair laying on his shoulders.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #8 on Mar 24, 2008, 1:41pm »
Lansing released Alex's wrist when Lestat stood, looking the other in the eye. Alex massaged the blood back into her sore wrist as she stared at them incredulously. The foreman sneered at Lestat's request that her opinion be sought, but looked down at her. "Well then bitch, what do you say? Wanna thank your buddy here for lookin' after your personal say in things?"
Alex's gaze flicked to where Sarah stood, pale with the purest form of jealousy and anger at the 'unfairness' of it that could be imagined. And she was justified. There was no reason for why she, wounded and never all that obedient, should be offered the choice to leave while Sarah, who had waited so long for the same chance and always been denied the same precious chance. She wasn't about to suggest that he take Sarah instead though. She wasn't that concerned about how fair things were.
It didn't take long for her to consider her options. She could be taken down to rot in the cells, or go with Lestat and stand a better chance of something better. "If he would like to burden himself with an invalid slave," she said smoothly. "I won't be the one to stop him." Her smile was faint and lacked warmth, but it curled the edges of her lips just enough to be detected. Even if she had suggested that Sarah be given a chance, it would have been a choice between Alex with her injured body or the other with her ditzy brain. But while Alex could heal up just fine with the proper care, it would take volumes more to 'fix' Sarah.
"I think a good $1,000. Would be a fair price for her," Lansing said, perfectly fine with the way things were turning out.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #9 on Mar 24, 2008, 1:58pm »
Sometimes he was mildly digusted with being a vampire, it wasn’t something he had asked for after all, though really when he thought about it, he was disgusted that other people were vampires, he didn’t mind that he was one. Often he pretended to hate the card that fate had dealt him, but it wasn’t all that bad, eternal youth, strength and power…though there were of course downsides that he knew all too well. Resisting the temptation to place his hands on his hips, he didn’t tear his gaze away from Lansing as the other vampire questioned Alex.
Though the outcome wasn’t plastered to his forehead, if she did go with him, and he wouldn’t force her to do otherwise, it wasn’t in his taste, she would certainly go to the hospital, and he might even entertain an interest in her friend wise once her ankle had healed up. The other human, Sarah, annoyed the hell out of him instantly, though he said nothing, and didn’t really even show it as he stood there, bored already by the man in front of him. Whoever dealt you eternal life was an idiot.” Lestat’s maker had been insane, and had killed himself only minutes after turning Lestat himself into a vampire.
Lestat gave a cute laugh at what the man said, but he looked to Alex briefly. “Excuse us a moment ladies.” Why not be polite? Those who were doomed were doomed anyway, no matter what you did. Leading Lansing out of the way, he quickly settled the money matter, and left him doing god knows what to go back to Alex, glancing at her ankle for a moment. “Would you like me to take you to the hospital, or let you sit there in agony?” Despite the fact that he was mostly polite, his words did have a slightly bitchy tone to them, though the emotion was not directed towards her, it was the other girl and vampire that had annoyed him.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #10 on Mar 24, 2008, 2:16pm »
When the two vampires stepped away a moment, Sarah and Alex were left together. Sarah fairly trembled with rage. "I should slap you," she threatened. "I should beat you to where no vampire in their right mind would ever have so much as a passing fancy for you."
"But you won't," Alex interceded, bored by the stupidity of this. "Because even then you wouldn't be sure that he still wouldn't take me... because he's already insane enough to take me like this. Trust me Sarah, five minutes ago I would have gladly traded places with you. Even if I were in your place now, I wouldn't be wasting my time the way you are. Lansing is going to come after you if you don't get a move on."
The other looked up, seeing Lestat just finishing up with the foreman. Sarah turned away and stalked off, her expression unbearably sour. Lansing came over to unfasten the choker that had marked her as a club slave and pocketed it, before walking away wordlessly. Alex rubbed her neck, not having appreciated his touch. At her new 'master's question, she looked up. "I'm fairly certain that you are perfectly aware of how pointless and stupid that question of yours was. This of course leads me to wonder precisely why you would waste your time with such a thing? Or is it because you think I really truly might prefer to sit here like this?" Bitchy attitudes unite.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #11 on Mar 26, 2008, 1:55pm »
He gave her a rather sarcastic look as he stood there, thanking god inwardly that his car was just outside, not that her weight would have been anything to carry, had he to carry her. Lestat stood there with his hand out towards her, obviously waiting for her to take it so that he could help her out of the busy club and out onto the street.
“Just so we’re clear on the matter, I don’t keep slaves.”
Lestat told her plainly as he stood there, a very slight but completely ungenuine smile on his lips. As far as he was concerned, he was amusing himself, and since he had years and years of life, a never ending maximum, his passing fancy might last for years. He knew that the other slave, Sarah, was probably pissed that Alex was going, but then again, Lestat’s fancies were very particular, he didn’t become instantly fond of just about anybody. That being said, he wasn’t ‘in love’ with Alex or anything like that, he was just curious about her, which was why he was going to take her to the hospital now.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #12 on Mar 26, 2008, 11:27pm »
Alex took his offered hand, using it to hoist herself up onto her good foot. With him, she hardly needed to be concerned as to whether or not he would be able to keep his balance with her leaning so much weight on him. He was a vampire after all... with all the super-human strength and immortality and such that it entailed.
"A very interesting statement," Alex said mildly as she made her painstaking, hobbling way out of the club with him. She would never deign to be carried... in fact she'd resent him if he tried to pick her up, but he'd probably end up winning if it came to a physical dispute. "On the one hand I would approve and say that not keeping slaves puts you a step above your scummy cousins. On the other, I would inform you that such a statement on your part is rather null considering that you have just bought a slave... otherwise know as yours truly."
She hissed with pain as she faltered and bumped her injured ankle, becoming pale. Even so, she insisted on continuing her elaborately phrased, yet sarcastic, remarks. It was something to focus on aside from the pain and uncertainty. "If you mean to infer that I am now free to do as I wish and live happily and prosperously, I would be in disagreement. I have been made quite thoroughly into a slave, and it will take a great deal more than just purchasing me to undo the damage done."
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #13 on Apr 13, 2008, 5:21am »
Her little weight didn't, and probably never would, budge him by even an inch. Once a man physically twice his size in height and weight, had hit him like a steam train, and had fallen flat over on his back. It wasn't something that Lestat liked to have happen to him often, but it showed that he was far more robust than any human. He could have carried her, and frankly it might have made things easier, but he got the sense that she wouldn't like that, and right now he couldn't be bothered to start an argument over it. Whether or not he would undoubtedly win.
"Sarcasm really doesn't suit you ma cheri'."
He told her softly, just as they had made it to the door, earning an odd look from one of the guards, who quickly decided against saying something as he noticed the look Lestat had about him. Amazing sometimes how younger vampires could realise he was older, even though physically he looked to be maybe only eighteen or nineteen, something that could be a hinderence at times. Despite what he had said, he supposed that if she didn't have her sarcasm, then there would probably be nothing left but her pain, physical or otherwise. A soft sigh escaped his lips as they got out into the utterly silent open air, the breeze comforting to him, especially compared to the stuffy air back in there.
"You are a tortured soul then?"
He said with a laugh on his lips, speaking with a little of his own sarcasm, something that had served him beautifully over the years. His car, a black porsche, was just a few feet from the entrance, and it seemed no one else had really noticed it, even parked where it was. He led her to the car, something that he had bought yesterday night, and opened the passenger door, waiting for her to get in, before closing the door and going around to the other side himself, thinking on what she had said.
"So Alex, how did you end up becoming a slave?"
He asked without a real tone of care as he put the car into gear, driving it smoothly, not like all the racing car driver wannabes around here. Though he drove it smoothly, that didn't mean he was going to drive it slowly, that just made driving boring. It had taken about five minutes for them to get to the hospital, which was lit up perfectly in the night time, grimy yellow lights glowing from inside the automatic doors. Once parked, he got out of the car, went over to her side and opened the door, waiting to see whether she would accept help from him to get out, or would tell him to piss off, either way he didn't care.
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Re: {OPEN} Don't ..touch.. me « Reply #14 on Apr 13, 2008, 9:58am »
ooc: This is going to be a fairly long post since I'm going to go ahead and speed through the hospital stuff. Hope that's cool with you... and don't worry about making super long posts or anything. I hope I'm not sucking your muse out of you!
She didn't respond at first to his two comments, though perhaps if she'd been feeling like her usual self she would have. As it came to tortured souls, she knew she had never had a truly good quality of life. Alex had undergone more than anyone should have to go through over the span of her entire life. In this way she could hardly recognize herself as a 'tortured soul', having no point of standard. What she did know was that living as a slave was many times worse than anything she'd experienced living on her own. Even so, she was one that did not believe in self pity. It never had gotten her anywhere, it never would.
"An interesting question," the exhausted young woman replied as Lestat put the car into gear. She leaned her head back against the headrest, eyes closed. Alex played with the idea of responding versus not... and eventually sighed in assent. "My father was an ornery drunk and my mother left me when I was young. I never did relate well with anyone going through school, but I did learn to dance from a young man who appeared to understand me better than most. I left my dad when I turned eighteen and went to live off of what I had learned while dancing. I was alone, I'm a good dancer, I'm young and fairly pretty... need I say more? I was an easy catch. One of their slave hunters took an interest in me, followed me to my apartment, and managed to knock me out by holding a cloth soaked in some chemical or another over my mouth and nose." She opened her eyes just a little, watching the streetlights go by. "My life in a nutshell."
They arrived at the hospital, and she grudgingly pulled herself out of the car with his help, hobbling into the huge building. Alex hated hospitals, doctors, needles, drugs… the whole thing with the usual passion she had for just about anything. In this particular case however, she halfway attempted to curb her tongue and do as she was told. She could care less about how badly her arms scarred, but she wanted her ankle to be treated with all of the highest medical knowledge. Dancing was all that she had left, and had been for a while. It was her only escape. To lose that would be to lose her soul. If she were permanently crippled, it was a simple fact that she would allow herself to waste away into nothing.
Alex coped with having an IV stuck in her arm and the hospital staff poking and prodding her various wounds as they attempted to ascertain that the cuts were clear of glass and what sort of damage had been done to her ankle. Even with her attempted cooperation, she staunchly refused to allow them to put a face mask to administer laughing gas on her. That went beyond dislike to deep-seated fear. Having been half suffocated and knocked out by being forced to breathe something once before, she was absolutely terrified of having the face mask put on. It took nearly two and a half hours before they had finished with her for the most part. A doctor stepped out to where Lestat waited.
”You are with… Alexandra Colburn?” she asked, referring to the chart. ”I am Dr. Yan, and I have been treating Miss Colburn tonight. Her condition has been stabilized, and she has been patched up for the most part. The cuts on her arms are mere flesh wounds, and will most likely fade in the next year or two save for a few that needed some stitches. As to her ankle, her fibula was fractured and a few other bones cracked. It will require at least a month in a cast before it is fully healed. That’s it as far as her injuries go… but there is one other matter I need to address.”
The doctor paused to look at him seriously. ”Miss Colburn is quite thin, and teeters on the borderline of being downright unhealthy. I’d like to see a good fifteen or twenty more pounds on her… if she had been five more pounds less than she was tonight, I would have admitted her into hospital for the next few days. I will also point out that she stands a better chance of healing up well if she gets good nutrition. I hope that you will ensure that she eats well and takes the antibiotics and pain relievers I am prescribing. I can tell already that she isn’t one likely to follow my orders to the last word… she’s given me some trouble about being in a wheelchair, but I think it is best considering her injuries, at least until the stitches are taken out of her arms. Crutches would put too much strain on the wounds on her arms. I hope to see her back here in a week or so to check her progress. Do you have any questions?”
As Dr. Yan was giving her lengthy speech, Alex was wheeled out to join them. She was slumped into the wheelchair, hands folded in her lap and gaze fixed straight ahead as though utterly focused on not acknowledging that she was actually in a wheelchair. Her jaw was clenched tightly with annoyance, and she fairly simmered with frustration as she waited for them to finish their little chat.
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