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06 May 2008 @ 05:26 pm
 
Whom; A, B & L
Rating; PG-13 (?)
When; Before the present day auverse
AUverse; Vampires
Summary;



They were in complete darkness, but yet L had no problem in making out the silhouette of the other prisoners in the same dark cell as he was. It was a bad sign.

Only the drip, drip, drip of water from an unknown source helped him keep track of the time... but he was unsure as to how long has passed since the time they were ambushed and attacked before they were thrown down here.

The taunts and jeers were bearable. The only fact that L is finding unbearable is that the very preternaturals that they hunted were turning them into their ilk. It was a slap to the face and he knew that was the exact reason why they decided to.

He was not in the best of condition, but compared to the other two, his was not even worth mentioning about. It was not his blood that was colouring the dank air. His wounds are slowly healing. L could feel his teeth aching from the thirst.

L knew that they wanted them to kill one another and he was not about to give them that satisfaction.

“… how are you coping?”
 
 
 
aggressivetop on May 6th, 2008 09:39 am (UTC)
Despite the fact that his eyes had started to glimmer faintly red in the darkness, B's sight wasn't greatly improved. He could only make out faint outlines of the others.

His smell was a different matter. He seemed to be able to smell everything - from L, the scent of sugar mixed with something new and unpleasant that reminded B of dank graveyards - but all of the other scents were overpowered by one clear, powerful one.

Blood. The sharp iron note of it reached B from the man slumped in the corner - the smell of fresh meat, ready for him to rip it apart with teeth that were far sharper than when he had entered. He was practically drooling at the thought of it, as sick as it made him feel.

He spoke in a voice that was as controlled as he could manage. "I-I'm fine, but A..."
empty_dialogue: L; Displeasedempty_dialogue on May 6th, 2008 09:55 am (UTC)
Eyes shifted automatically to the figure slumped over, out of their reach. The prone figure that was A was still breathing, though it sounded as if every breath he took in was a challenge. The other was badly wounded and L knew both him and B knew that as well. It was clear from the other’s tone that he was feeling the “pull” as well.

As his restraints did not allow him to bite thoughtfully on the edge of his thumb, L settled for his bottom lip.

The fact that A was still unconscious meant that he was not changed. It only pointed to one conclusion. Their captors planned to make a spectacle of the three of them, they wanted them to cave in to their hunger, their thirst and feed their companion. The thought itself was abominable – not the fact that they were literally being forced to feed on A or die an unenviable death, but rather the fact that their captors would think their willpower were that weak.

“I know. He is still breathing, but it would not be long until his wounds get the better of him.”

L took a deep breath.

“We need to get out of here. Are you with me, B?”

He chose the words carefully. Would B cave in to the baser instincts of a werewolf, or would he remain in control of those instincts? There is no way to tell. L waited for B’s reply.
aggressivetop on May 6th, 2008 09:59 am (UTC)
Coherent thought was proving hard for B. All his thought seemed to come images and smells and sensations. He was losing words at a rapid pace, and it wasn't improved by the presence of meat - no, not meat, his friend. He wouldn't think of A that way.

Still, for L's sake, he tried to form words, tried to remember how to put things together into something that was like a sentence. "I-I'm... I... I'm with L." Close enough, he hoped.
empty_dialogue: L; Displeasedempty_dialogue on May 6th, 2008 10:26 am (UTC)
Eyes shifted automatically to the figure slumped over, out of their reach. The prone figure that was A was still breathing, though it sounded as if every breath he took in was a challenge. The other was badly wounded and L knew both him and B knew that as well. It was clear from the other’s tone that he was feeling the “pull” as well.

As his restraints did not allow him to bite thoughtfully on the edge of his thumb, L settled for his bottom lip.

The fact that A was still unconscious meant that he was not changed. It only pointed to one conclusion. Their captors planned to make a spectacle of the three of them, they wanted them to cave in to their hunger, their thirst and feed their companion. The thought itself was abominable – not the fact that they were literally being forced to feed on A or die an unenviable death, but rather the fact that their captors would think their willpower were that weak.

“I know. He is still breathing, but it would not be long until his wounds get the better of him.”

L took a deep breath.

“We need to get out of here. Are you with me, B?”

He chose the words carefully. Would B cave in to the baser instincts of a werewolf, or would he remain in control of those instincts? There is no way to tell. L waited for B’s reply.