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damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
kindalikedit) wrote in damned_institute2009-04-17 01:16 pm
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Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway
[From here]
Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.
[coming out of M39]
The door stood open only a crack, and the vampire stepped through it and to the side, looking up and down the hall. Nothing out of place. Perfect. Something in him uncoiled a little at the realization--now that he’d fed, there wasn’t much that could act as an obstacle, aside from some of Landel’s pets. Spotting a vampire in dark clothes, in the dead of night, was quite the admirable feat for anyone short of a vampire hunter, and so the screaming could start from the room behind him for all he cared.
If the male Aidou had fed from knew what was good for him, however, he’d rest instead of trying to move. Light-headedness would fade fairly fast, but only if the person didn’t tax themselves.
Blood would replenish itself. Any more injuries gained from meeting something less friendly while weakened wouldn’t.
Aidou left the way he came, breezing out into the main corridor with a raised chin. He wasn’t entirely happy with having taken blood from someone who wasn’t at full health, but realistically he knew he hadn’t done any worse by the boy. The scare was just another common facet of the place.
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