Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Josh]

He grins as she tries to get away, grabbing her neck and squeezing it painfully.

"Oh no," he said. "You think you want to know me? Here I am."

He dragged her the rest of the way down the stairs, forcing her to look at the bound ghouls and the dead body.

"Wanna tell me how fucking good I am now? What kind of a great fucking guy I am? You wanna ask her what kind of great things I do for people?"

[Bratty]

Her face is dirty from the struggle, tear stained and her hair dishoveled in front of her. Whispered, "Please...W-Wright...we can get you help. Please...d-dont do thiss"

[Josh]

Help.

Help?

She was in a fucking basement, with two assholes he was ready to throw away whenever it suited him, and a fucking corpse that represented throwing away a grand for a goddamned meal, and she wanted to help him?

He put his hand on her back and launched her into the corpse.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid fucking hick?" he yelled.

[Bratty]

Now she screams. She has never even been near a corpse before, let alone been thrust into one. The stuff nightmares are made of. She hysterically tries to scurry out and away from the corpse, still screaming in horror.

[Josh]

Better. Much better. He pounced, grabbing her hair again, and thrust her face at the body.

"Nobody helps you in this world. Nobody. You're either strong, or you're fucking meat. And all you'll ever be is meat, you fucking idiot."

[Bratty]

"NOOoooooo ! Aaaaaaaaaa!!!! Aaaaaaa!!" He can feel her actually fighting him. Something carnal has hit her. This fear goes beyond anything he could have put in her. Something has hit her to the core. He feels all her strength moving against him, until he feels wetness and a bit of release in his hands as her hair and a bit of her scalp comes off, blood oozing to his fingertips. Still she is trying desperately to get away.

[Josh]

He steps back, so that she can't get past him to the door, and watches, enjoying the show.

They always broke, with their little virtues. Just a matter of finding the way to show them how it didn't matter when life and death was on the line.

[Bratty]

When he lets her go, she scurries into a corner like an animal and holds herself shivering violently. Crying and breathing hard, she has a defensive stance.

[Josh]

Well, that was a fun way to pass the pre-bedtime hour. He smiled, feeling good and purged. It wasn't protracted like he was originally planning for her, but hell, there'd always be others.

Of course, he couldn't let her go now. He pondered killing her, but she was still useful as entertainment. And he had killed the spic.

Yeah.

He walked over to her...

[Bratty]

Daddy, Im sorry we put you into the ground. Her mind reels as it flashes back and her hands go up to cover her head, trying to block them. Crying has become less hysterical, and softer, but very harsh. She is having trouble breathing from the violence of her emotion.

"Im so sorry..." she whispers almost inaudibly, rocking back and forth.

[Josh]

"So you are," he said calmly as he nudged her around with his foot, then grabbed her ankle and lifted her up into the air upside-down. He slammed the edge of his free hand against her tibia and broke it, then deftly switched his grip to his other leg and repeated the procedure, before dropping her on the ground.

He never could tie knots worth a shit, and Fred wasn't around to do it for him.

[Bratty]

The searing pain causes her to gasp and her eyes to open wide. The second fracture caused her to cry out, before she is dropped to the ground. She lays still, despite the pain, turning to lie on her back, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She has silenced again.

[Josh]

The cry reminded him- wouldn't do to have her yowling all day long. A few screams and hollers would remind everyone who came in that he was not a pleasant man, but too much would spoil the effect. Tearing the blouse off of the corpse, he gagged her.

As an afterthought, he took each of her wrists in his hands and crushed them, before pivoting her so that her face was right in front of the corpse's face.

There. Who needed that Boy Scout knot-tying shit anyway?

Dusting his hands off in a satisfied fashion, he turned and jogged up the stairs. He could feel the sun coming up soon.

[Bratty]

Her wrists give way without any problem; she is fragile to begin with.

She checked out as soon as he faced her to the corpse. Her mind going somewhere else. She is, after all, only human.

[Josh]

He opened the door and turned on the light, trotting down the stairs. He didn't have a good deal of time to waste with the ghouls this evening, what with war planning and all. Without preamble, he slashed his wrist, pulled the gags and gave the other two their feedings, then moved to Cassie.

Rolling her over, he examined her for a moment, the blood pooling at his wrist, a thin line running down his arm.

"How ya doin'?" he asked, a malicious grin on his face.

[Bratty]

She does not sleep during the day. Sometime, she does not know when, she vomits into her gag. However, she still does not stir. A blank stare ahead, nothing more.

Where is her mind? Back home of course. The farm in Indiana. The cow is giving birth to a calf and she was feeling nautious at the sight of blood. Her dad says, "There's my little trooper. It is almost done now."

[Bratty]

She even smells the blood, bringing together where her mind has escaped and reality.

"She's not in any bad pain, Cassie. There's a big difference between good pain and bad pain. Birthin' ain't a bad pain cause something comes of it."

She does not even look at Wright.

[Josh]

"Hunh, totally broke. Where's that 'help you' shit now?" he said, shaking his head.

They were all alike. They really were.

He pulled the gag free and tilted his wrist over her mouth. Liquid fire flowed into her throat.

[Bratty]

Before she knows anything else, the blood is everywhere, seeping over the cow, over the calf, over her dad. Washed away in the blood of the lamb.

In her mouth. She snaps back to reality and turns as her eyes meet his. My god, what is he doing.

She tries to gag out the blood. Not only is it blood, but it burns, oh god, it burns. Already part of it has gotten into her system.

[Josh]

He lowered his wrist to her mouth as she frothed up blood. Damn it, wasteful little bitch. The stuff didn't grow on trees.

If she didn't get with the program and start sipping on her own, he was going to have to get unpleasant.

[Bratty]

As much as her body lurched, something inside yearned for what appalled her. The hot fire in her mouth began to soothe her, began to comfort her in a very sick and twisted way.

Her eyes close suddenly, and he can actually feel her begin to suckle from his wrist, her tongue moving exploratorily to his wrist for any remaining.

She needs this.

[Josh]

Better. He gave her head a little pat. After all, one did have to hand out sparing bits of positive reinforcement.

It made the rest all the better.

After he'd adjudged that she had enough, he pulled his wrist free, sealing the wound instinctively.

In the end, the fine words meant nothing. Everybody did what they had to do to survive. Sell their souls, their families, their lovers, their children, anything it took.

Unlike most, he didn't have any illusions in that regard.

[Bratty]

Her eyes have taken on a wanton glow, she gasps as he takes away the wrist. Without a word, she is begging for more.

[Josh]

He waved his wrist in front of her. "You want? Gotta earn it."

[Bratty]

Her lips lick away the blood around her mouth, despite the probable remain of bile or vomit there. It doesn't matter. She has never tasted decadence before.

She feels incredibly sinful, but oh it feels so good.

She shakes her head. No. She can't feel these lustful thoughts. They are a sin.

Softly, she whispers. "You can't take my soul, Wright."

Maybe he is the devil.