Post by binkyboo on Jun 2, 2010 20:10:35 GMT -5
James Binks-Rakosi was having a leisurely and calm night considering the night before. Granted a part of his still feared running into the arrogant vampire again. And inside he still felt all too vulnerable and fragile, but he had a good book and candy. He would survive. and when all else failed... the candy store was not that far away! take that silly old vampire... with the hoity toity voice and the know it all beliefs. Binky was gonig to have a good night, even if it cost him 5 dollars for a milkshake.
Jehan Rakosi had learned already where Bink would hide out. AT least part of the times. so he hoped. Tonight he was lucky and that held true . So he made his way over to that fountain and stood near it a moment before sauntering to the bench trying to peer over a shoulder at the book,"Probably should have a bit more light for reading, my Heart. Or is it jsut that fascinating?"
"JEHAN!" he squeaked and turned, throwing his arms about the vampire's waste to squeeze him tightly. He nuzzled at his chest and smiled brightly, careful not to smear his clothes with candy. "I'v e read the bok many times before. I'm kinda.. just following the moitons of reading."
Jehan chuckled and ran his fingers through that hair," I know. I have seen you do that a few times before . You smell very sweet tonight ."
James Binks-Rakosi settled back though still held onto Jehan. His head bobbled and he smiled wetly up at him. "I ate extra candy... I hadalot on my mind."
Jehan smiled down at him still even as fingers faintly traced the edge of an unseen ear," Need to discuss it or just on the distracing from it phase?
James Binks-Rakosi shivered and lightly pushed on Jehan's hip. "Jehaaaan." He giggled gently and lean jsut relaxed into his body. "I.. I'm not sure.. i feel... distant. Hurt... I really, don't like that man. HE hurts. alot...."
Jehan pursed lips thoughtfully . fingers trailed down that earlobe and along that neck to play with the scarf a bit before curling to lightly draw nails over the shoulder," Usually that means that a person is hurting alot inside and they turn it on others because they want us to feel as bad as they do. I don't know for sure. Feeding on strong emotions I have run into it alot though. Not that it is good. Its foolish . It makes me want to hide you away to protect you from such . Keep you and your beauty and these smiles all for myself . But I know helping you ..making you stronger for you . Is the better thing to do ..even for us. "
James Binks-Rakosi smiled and swallowed his candy so he could kissat Jehan's hip. "I.... I want you to, you know. HIde me away from everything and everyone. I know you say its for the best. and I know it makes you happy to go places with me.. but you know I would much rather spend my entire life inside with you. It is safe there amd welcome. Out here.. I can feel a breeze, smell the life and death in the air... and I know. All I want to do is run screaming for you. It isn't safe or happy. Not like you are."
Jehan closed his eyes for a moment. Lips parting slightly and he took in a small breath before he looked back down at him . Hands rested on his shoulders as he slowly moved to settle on that bench behind him . body pressed up agasint him as arms slid about him . Hands caressed possessively across his chest and down his stomach .a small kiss was laid on that shoulder " you look at me like that and part of me just growls 'Mine!'. I have seen you come so far despite some terrible setbacks . But right now the breeze I feel is scented of you and candy ."
James Binks-Rakosi leaned back against Jehan, his cheek blushing as he was pet and caressed. He made a tiny sound, liek a whimper and a moan and turned his head to rset his cheek against his shoulder. "...does that mean... you will let me tay at home alot more and not leave to come out here? At least... at least for awhile?"
Jehan swirled tongue tip agsint tht shoulder in a slow spiral before he answered " What about Miss Maddy? doesnt she need you at the candy store?" While one hand splayed across that chest holding him tightly back to him the others skiped down to spiral fingers on a thigh.Nose nuzzled at that scarf and there was the faintest touch of fangs to skin as he spoke .
James Binks-Rakosi writhed, his blush deepening to the affections his lover, his husband placed upon him. "... i.. i am not the only worker at the candy store... and... and it is just a part time job to gt out like you wanted... but if its not what you want.. I don't have to be there. i can stay in our home.. with you. I don't mind it, really!"
Jehan settled with that stillness of his just to listen to the way that heart sped up. It was a rythmn he knew so well . A beat that talented fingers could play like a drum as they drifted over fabric with a faint tease. Especially there on chest where skin was so clsoe and nipples could be sought. " and when I have to come out here . When I walk in the crowded places to feed or to paint ?
James Binks-Rakosi 's lip quivered as he whimpered again to the touches. "..wuh when you come out here.. I'll come with with. I'll always go where you go.. i just.. i can't be out here without you. I can't. It's not safe.. its not happy. Please, Jehan... please..."
Jehan licked slowly at that neck as if savouring the taste. Fingers slid down along the inside of that thigh teaseing but not touching . " You know your happiness means so much to me and your begging...for anything affects me almsot on a primal level I think sometimes. I want you to keep the job . You may bring it down to a lower level. one or two days for now. and with me when I am awake . Get your computer set up and I want youat least continueing your classes online while I sleep " a slight jerk of head lit one needle like fang cut skin just enough to offer the hint of copper to his skeeing tongue . The taste making him shiver.
James Binks-Rakosi gasped out and reached back to grip onto Jehan's thighs. He dugs his hands into him and arched his back, shuddering as the sting of fang cooled into the night air. "..ok! ok... I'll tell Miss Maddy I can only work two days a week, and I'll have my computer set up i nthe morning, Jehan. I promise."
Jehan lapped and nuzzled at the scratch till it was only a memory and even that fading . He made a soft almost purr as he smiled," good boy . Now then. We are going home so I can thoroughly feed upon you as I have not taken my time to do so recently in the way I so enjoy . Then after your heartbeat has lulled me to that sunrise sleep you can rest and get cleaned up and take care of things so that we can spend more time together. " slowly sliding back from him as he stood and waited for him to gather up his things.
"ok!" he chirped sweetly as he grabbed his book. There wasn't more thought into the order than that. If he had someone before him he'd be waving at them and cheerful squeaking a goodbye.
Jehan waited jsut the time it took for Bink to stand before he started on his way. Never doubting that Bink would be there right with him. He headed to one of the catacomb entrances.
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James Binks-Rakosi scooted along the sidewalk, keeping close to the walls of the buildings. He hid his head as people walked by and kept his sights on the light glowing blue sign in the distance. He had enough money in his pocket to buy a big dinner and several books as requested by Jehan. Thinkign of the red headed vampire made Bink blush and reach up to rub at his neck. 'go eat alot... and get you some new books to read. You haven't been treating yourself to things lately.' He hadn't felt that he was doing anything especially treat worthy, but here he was. He paused to the strange group blocking his way to the bookstore. Blast!! He whimpered, staring wide eyed likea hurt puppy to the group, then the glowing blue sign of literary goodness... then to the group.. the sign... group... sign.. group.. sign... Bink sighed louder than he expected. He hated being thwarted.
"Oh no...if you were going to do ME a favor, you'd have stayed where you were..sadly...I see you chose life over humoring the both of us." He said of himself and her even though his voice had dripped sarcasim. "For shame really." But the male voice behind him had a point. "I think she lacks the know how." He scoffed and ignored the womans pointed up finger. "Wrong direction." He smirked."
Denalius was chewing on the stud poked through his lip. Yeah, his senses were definitely off. He was a block over from where he thought he'd be. He sniffed at the air some more in small breaths as he noted the others standing there around him and placing scents with faces as best he could. He did a double take of the girls actions, her mannerisms, the way she literally felt her way forward. Not to mention the wrap around her eyes. She was blind, which dug in a little between his brow at the mans surmation, "Dude ... you're just a rude little fucker, aren't you?"
Jerusalem snorts loudly, moving her hands in a come hither motion as Remiel keeps speaking, nodding her head, she offers him the sweetest smile. "Sorry I couldn't sate your emotastic needs and wants, I guess this is one time that -I- couldn't deliver. Now lets see.." She holds up four fingers, "I think I'll probably grow to be about fifty before you can offer a proper insult other than how my life is worthless to you, blah blah blah blah. But whatever. If we're going to do a full on 'Yo Mama' session, I'll get started." She shimmies in place, smacking her hands together and rubbing them in eagerness. "You're a waste of flesh, so much of a waste, that yo mama's doctor thought you were the afterbirth and threw your punk ass in the gabbage." Yes, she said gabbage. As the other man speaks up, she gets a little bit upset. She could handle her own verbal spats. "Guh, well.. you do have a point." But then again, she was stealing from folks when she met him.
Deoridhe slinks closer to the wall, hugging her green book to her chest. Then, it's like she makes a decision, or something. Squaring her shoulders and fixing her gaze on something beyond the knot of quarrel, she picks up her pace to walk past them, resisting the urge to sneak around them and doing her best to pretend she's the only person on the sidewalk. Maybe it would even work! Why couldn't they invest in wider sidewalks? Germany had wide sidewalks - wide enough for arguments and passing, uninvolved people both! But the US? NoooOOOooOOOooooo. Gods forbid they invested in sidewalks.
James Binks-Rakosi was too caught at the impass! He looked at the street. others hurried from street side back to side walk to avoid the passing cars.... But... that was illegal, and he could be caught and then fined, and he didn't have enough on him for a fine... or a license for this state yet. He'd be taken to jail and Jehan would have to bail him out and would have to use Mr. Chaika's mone.... He visably scrunched his eyes and shook his head. bad idea! he mouthed to himself. He then looked at his other options. going through the dark and shady alleyways.... which ended in a thought process ending with Mr. Chaika.. another BAD idea. He looked behind him. He could walk back and cross the street at the proper intersection. But he already walked there. backtracking one's steps was bad ju-ju!
"Yo momma?" The slang itself sounded forign on the forigners lips. "That is certainly benieth me...as are you and Hulk Hogan." He said of the probably slightly confused male behind him. "I could care less 'sir' if you find me rude, you are undoubtedly right..so you see...I am hardly phased. Now, why dont you be a good boy and go entertain yourself some place else."
But there were WINGS again..and he looked passed the blinde woman to stare at her. "I did not know..there was a gay parade in town." What? It was WINGS, it wasnt exactlly normal. A familure scent on the wind though made him turn and he arched a brow at the small blonde. "Good evening, Mon Cher.""
Denalius was now looking over the mans shoulder at the slew of shit falling from the little girls mouth about the same time he was calling -him- rude. His eye caught the other little girl in a dress and a pair of wings. It was the bright red that stood out. She seemed pretty focused on something way over -there-. He had straightened himself up and was happy with th idea of shrugging off the lot of em. He gave the man a second glance, though. It held a lot that glance. He even felt a little spasm in his shoulder and the base of his neck as it nearly ached to lurch forward. His smile brought a deep breath to his lungs though as he gave the man a nod. No sense in fuckin up his new start before it even got started.
Jerusalem grunts, then lifts a hand in a slight shrug. There goes her past time. "Well alright. If everything we do is so beneath you, stop fucking with me everytime we cross paths. Soon enough, you'll be mucking around in shit that even you, oh high and mighty stick up the ass SIR, can't even get out of." Irritation was set in, and with a quick step to the side to bump an elbow against he wall ahead of the moving girl, she was using the fabric of her coat to lead the way as she began to move.
Deoridhe is doing well, really. Eyes straight in front of her, trying to ignore the weird glows around ....almost everyone. What was it with people in this town? Chin high, shoulders squared; they only wilt a little as approaches the group, but the Remiel speaks and she stiffens, chin rising a few inches. She sniffs; by her posture it’s meant to be the sort of impressive sniff of a princess who won’t deign to respond, but in practice it’s a lot more like the sniffle of a girl trying to sound impressive. Her forward progress is impeded by Jerusalem, though. She tip taps her feet, impatient and nervosa, and as soon as the other woman is moving forward she hurries after her.
And then there is a crack in the sidewalk. A most inconvenient crack. Her heel catches in it; her ankle turns; she goes hurtling forward toward the moving woman and the last, poor, scared figure in the row - one arm flailing even as the other instinctively hugs the book closer, trying to keep it safe.
James Binks-Rakosi had turned when he heard THAT voice. Immediately his body stiffened and his face paled. Not him. He wasn't ready to face him again. He had to act fast.. otherwise.. he'd have to respond.. and say things.. to him... liek hello. stupid hello. and good day to you and everythign else nice and social... and incomprehensible to him. So.. he grabbed a blind girl. He knew her! he liked her even when she was trying to pick his pockets. "Jerusalem! How have you been? good? good! i'm good. let's be good together. you like books? well... audio books in your case. sorry I forgot you were blind.... but your blindfold is lovely! it goes with your hair... nto that you can see it but... oh... yeah.. I think I'll jsut shut up and go hide in a corner now."
Remiel Smirked at the large man before him. IT was a shit eatting grin and a 'Im really not worried' He wasnt obliviouse to the look he was given. More importantly he was telling the other man he didnt see him as a threat at all.
And then...there were tripping pixi's, dive bombing blinds and babbling blondes..werent they just the entertaining little freak show. "Mon Cheeeer" IT was a bit sing songy in it's tease. "Good evening." He moved a few steps forward...maybe..even bumped the larger man with his shoulder on the way over. "I see your a bit less ailed. How good for you.""
Denalius wasn't altogether sure how everything got so congested all of a sudden, but it seemed everyone on the sidewalk wanted to start moving at the same time. Obviously not a good thing - twisted around some to watch the girls move past, one fuming while the other just .... was. What she -was- doing was falling. As her heel caught and her arm went to flailing, he was suddenly curious of her wings really worked. Shouldn't -they- be flailing right about now? At the shoulder bump, Denalius didn't "bump". He really wasn't just any ole 7 1/2 foot tall shit house, his lycanthrope infection left him considerably stronger than other lycans. He was solid and he made a point of not moving as he went back to gathering his bearings.
Jerusalem was surprised, she had done well without being grabbed so far, and yet once she was, she stiffened considerably. "Oh god.." She uttered, she could feel that slow thud happen within the back of her head that soon erupted into searing pain that sent her lips clenching to keep it together. Her cheek was touching something upon him that made her react badly, and she fought to push the images back because really, she didn't need to see all of Jame's past. And then, there was the hard thud at her back from Deoridhe that set her equilibrium off.. In other words, she fell while being glomped. Imagine that! And.. ow... Hell, she was catching jumbled images at all sides and pushed it back to the point she practically jerked and spasmed, and caught a nose bleed all at once. Thank goodness it wasn't a gusher!
Deoridhe's wings are most certainly not helping her in the least, though they are waving on her forward descent. ”I'm so sorry!” she calls out, her accept New English, as she lands solidly on two people. She tries to roll off, legs tangled in her shirt, and finally ends up in an ungainly sprawl on the ground, saying rapidly, “Are you all right? Oh my gods, I don't know what happened. Your nose is bleeding! I think I have,”and she's searching in her cleavage under the top section of her dress, “Kleenex somewhere,” and indeed she pulls something out, but it's a lacy handkerchief instead. She reaches forward to try to stem the nosebleed, accidentally leaning on James as she does so.
James Binks-Rakosi was Fae enough to know something metaphysical was happening, but human enough to not know what. HE was also weak enough to feel... knee to side.. and body weight on him..>ACK! He got slapped in the face by a very fake feeling wing. What was that.. from Hot Topic?! He gawked, squeaked, flailed and all accounts looked like a fallen wind up toy inthe mass collision on Elm Street.
Really..the antics around him were a bit of a turn off. One would wonder if anything even turned him on..But as thing unfolded slowly Remiel was growing considerably bord. Then...he was considerably hungry! Fresh Blood...not from a bag that reminded him of a kid eatting ketchup from the MacDonalds packets..not blood threw a transfution that made him feel like an addict..but FRESH blood...he nearly snarled at the mention of a cKleanex. Eyes dialaiting he moved behind JEr in reminice of a creepy stalker man, a slow smile perking the edges of his lips.."I found...a way for you to deliver." He purred. And then...there mass flailing and screetching...and was that a wing bitch slap?"
Denalius sighed as he turned his head again toward the commotion. he had picked the wrong moment to get to know the lay out of the town. First point of interest: Blind girls don't fall well. Hell, this one went into a damn fit. Although it seemed a bit triggered, not a natural occurance of sorts. Something just struck him odd about it and the way it caused her to react. The nosebleed raised further suspicion in her reactions. Point of interest number two: Those wings don't work for shit. All flappin in the wind as their bearer took a nose dive. His senses were still a bit off, but he was certain now the rude one was definitely a vampire. He could feel the immediate change in posture as the scent of blood became ominous. He kept his weight centered and shook his head.
Jerusalem had -no- clue the day would go like this. Hell, if she took the time to actually touch something that had anything to do with her, she could have avoided this incident outright. With James' thrashing, and Deo's wiping, and her head pounding and impending doom lurking nearby, she damn near flipped her shit right there on the floor. She rolled, pushed, scrambled and staggered her way to her feet if she could, backing against the pole and nearly falling aside of it. "Hold. The... shit up!" She meant to say fuck up, but she's having a minor tourrettes problem. That, and she's wishing she grabbed the kleenex, but now, her bandaged hands suffer with being her new tissue.
Deoridhe winces, babbling, “Sorry, I am SO sorry, I just fell and you are all” she waves the bloody handkerchief in the air, entirely unaware of the lurking danger right above her. “What's wrong? Are you sick? I didn't crush anything, did I? I am so, so, so, so, SOOOoooooo sorry.” She tries to scramble to her feet, mistaking Remiel for a fence or a postal box she can use to help stand up. “Did the book get you in the face? I'm soSOsoSOso sorry.”
James Binks-Rakosi fought his way to sit up and rubbed at his hurt side. There was definitely going to be a bruise there. Jehan would be furious. He pet the bruising gently and looked between the two, checking to see if they were alright. He was blushing with embarrassment. "..i..I'm sorry too." he murmured as he looked beyond them to the others. that Man was still there. He stopped calling him Mon Cher.. but he had that look on his face. He lived with a vampire long enough to know cues for vampire habits. That one was specific. It was the "I'm so hungry I could rip your throat out and then say 'oopsie' later look. He had that look directed to his body... one too many times for him to remember, but the ones he could... terrified him. He scrambled to his feet, which for someone as unsure of his own body as Bink... meant tripping all over himself to stumbled into Remiel's body. He quickly pulled back his cuff back on his long sleeve sweater and shoved his wrist towards Remiel's face. "it's already all cut up! ..fru..fresh puncture marks'n'all..... eat this... and leave 'em alone!" Course then he paled considerably. "Oh.... um...takethaback!!" He winced and bit down on his lower lip. 'idiot!' he whispered to himself. And he was... it was bad enough he fed one vampire.. he ocouldn't feed another. Vampire habit rememberance.... never give a vampire fae blood.
"Hold? Why...would I want to hold anything back?" He knew what she'd ment...and he'd seased to care. He hadnt fed since his arrival to this country...perhaps a bit longer..even 'he' couldnt be sure. "I think..you should just be still, do not be ailed little lady, I will make it feel good."
And then...he was being pounced! And having viens shoved in his face. He looked betwee nthe bleeding woman and then the man before him. His eyes narrowed. He always prefered his feeding be done with willing participants and he wasnt going to say no to a stranger offering him food..that...was like Bink saying no to candy! He watched the blonds face...and seemed to ignore the offered wrist...it was those lips he watched...the ones Bink bit and chewed on that grabbed his attention. He wrapped one arm lightly around the slender man, and place an actually...kind hand to his cheek. "I thank you, for your offer." Because one way or another...he'd be feasting tonight. Lowering his head he prepeared for that Orgasmic bite he could deliver, and moved to give Bink a soft kiss to the lips before sucking the blondes lower one between his fangs and sinking them deep."
Denalius watched the scene unfold before him. In the midst of an apparantly hungry vampire - you got a cluster fuck with one bleeding, one waving around a bloody kerchief and leaning on said hungry vampire, and another pulling back his sleeve offering himself up to the creature willingly. Wow..like a buffet laid before him. As he zeroed in on the pale man, Denalius moved closer to the blind woman leaning against the pole. He leaned over like he might whisper, but his voice was just lowered in its force a bit as he nudged her elbow a little, "Alright, we got an all out feeding goin on here. Since you sorta miss out on the visual effects, which really aren't that impressive, I would suggest moving along. I'm headin that way muhself. "He nodded his head in a general direction as he kept his attention parted between the girl and the scene.
Jerusalem had no clue what the hell was going on, she did hear Deo's pleads and apologies, and she could do nothing but wave a hand in the womans direction as she pinched her nose. "No, no no no, it's okay, really. It's just.. auh..." She tried her best to think. "Tumor pressing on my brain stem, I'll be fine after major surgery!" What a fucking liar. She does listen to James' offering herself, and she nearly stepped up to the plate, and as she stepped foward, she stopped to listen to Denalius' words. She didn't want to leave her friend, and she felt horrible. But that pain in her head was mounting and she needed peace and quiet, with her constantly bleeding, it wouldn't do him any better. She was going to make a plan to beat the crap out of that guy if she saw him next though, mmhmm, and yell at Binks for offering himself for someone like her. "FUCK!" She hisses, then grumbles lowly. "Lets go..." This ain't over yet! She's going to bonk that asshole vampire with a metal bar even if he takes her life over it!"
Deoridhe goes pale when James offers up his arm, and paler when Remiel bites. “Oh gods... oh gods... oh gods... va...va....vamp...” her voice goes rather squeaky and she frees - mouselike - having finally realized what Remiel is. Yes, she is THAT naive. “I gotta go, I really do, oh my gods he's bleeding! Don't kill him” She's trying to wriggle away and not move at the same time, her mouth running independently of any cranial function. “It's blood, and he's bleeding, and I gotta go, but I have a handkerchief... but oh gods, um... uh... there is, I think I left my stove on and my key is in my other skirt and you should let him go now, because, um... bitings and ....wow blood smells weird when it's all...” and she goes paler, reaching out a hand for the woman then in a sort of vague way, “I feel sick, we should go... but we can't leave him, can we?”
James Binks-Rakosi tensed as he was drawn into the Vampire's body, and tried to keep from whimper. Shit. Yes, he thoguht it. Shit! He was fucked. Remiel would be dead if the Masters found out. He'd be dead! Jehan would be... Christ!! His mind was swimming and for the life of him he couldn't look away from Remiel's eyes. He was kissed. Kissed! He was flipping married to a vampire and another was kissing him and biting him! on his lip!! He wanted to flail he wanted to cry. He wanted to cry out in pain. This was cheating. He was realyl cheating all because he like Jerusalem and wanted to be her friend. He wanted a friggin' friend for once in his life! and he was sacrificing it all for her. But... he couldn't think... couldn't focus. All he could think about was the coolness of hte man's body and the chills and goosebumps he got upon his flesh, He felt hot and confined. He wanted to cuddle and cry out... in ways he could only recall doing in Jehan's arms.. Jehan... shit.. cheating.. SHIT!
He fed...It's all his vampiric mind could think to do in that moment. He was offered a meal, and probably by the only person he talked to here, and one he didnt hate, one that hadnt pissed him off. He'd wanted the bite to feel good, he hadnt wanted the man to hurt...he'd said he'd been hurt enough, and after offering so willingly..it was the least he could do...to not make Bink feel pain while he fed. His hand gently stroked that cheek, light and caressing until he felt a tug from else where. He broke the eye contact to glance at Deo and moved to give her space to leave...but when he looked back at Bink..he could sense he'd something 'wrong' wether offered or not; "...Thank you.." He murmered first and whispered a near hearable 'I'm sorry' in Binks ear before lifting his fangs....danced his tongue over that puffy lower lip to seal the wound..and...hugged....Bink once before letting him go.."
Jerusalem had felt that huge amount of guilt as she listened to Deo's words. She was so wanting to leave, to recover and do some damage that her little hands could, but gawd, the heart strings were tugged and she didn't want to seem as if she were a mushy little shit whokept it hidden. Which, is exactly what she was. She didn't make hand to hand contact with Deo, she didn't want another episode, she didn't want to touch Jame's either, but she didn't know where the hell he was. "Lady.. grab him and lets go.." That's the best she could do, she wasn't even wearing her leather gloves at the moment, and kicking seemed totally out of he option. "Hurry up!"
Deoridhe scrambles backwards when Remiel shifts to set her free, not stopping until she hits the brick wall. ”We should go,” she says, weakly, wanting desperately to run while staring - almost entranced - at the others. Jerusalem's words galvanize her, though. Pushing off the wall, dropping her book to the ground with a clatter, she reaches for James' arm and grabs hold, intending to tug him down the sidewalk. Just in time, glancing back at Remiel, she remembers something form one of her text books “don't look in the eyes!” and drops her eyes to James' shoulder. “We should run,” she says, her voice strangled.
James Binks-Rakosi blushed faintly.... weakly and fell to his knees. He needed to rest... he needed to eat. He wanted to cry in Jehan's arms. " ...n-no..." he spoke softly. ".. -i- ... am sorry... i'm a Pomme de Sang.... and not yours.... I ... jsut wanted Jerusalem to be safe... i.. i endangered you... forgive me."
Jerusalem felt, so.. so bad. If she could actually muster enough courage to cry, she would, but damn it. She's Jerusalem, she never cries. "You sick son of a bitch! You wait.. -right- there! I'm coming to get his blood back." Okay, how she's going to do that is a mystery, and wouldn't it be digested by then? In fact, how the hell was she going to find him? Questions.. questions.. questions.. Jerusalem waits until she hears either James being dragged or the clippity clop of Deo's shoes before she follows right along, muttering beneath her breath about one thing or another, but mostly about that rocking headache she's caught.
Deoridhe drags James' arm over her shoulder as he sags, trying to pull him upright and away. “Are you ok? Oh gods, don't die. Don't die. Don't die. You'll be ok. We'll get you something... a place to lie down, maybe some food? Just don't die, ok? I hate it when people die” She pauses a moment, listening for the vampire, then remembers he's a VAMPIRE and you can't listen for them, and they're hardly quiet, and he could probably find them anywhere anyway, so chattering won't do any harm, right? And at least then she doesn't have to think about the blood and the fainting and the weird glows around everyone. “Just stay with me, ok? Talk to me, about the air... or apples. You speak French? Blood apples... oh gods oh gods, um, not that, we'll just, um''' go this way. And find a place to lie down and maybe some''' something to... um... eat. Like iron. Not iron bars, but maybe a steak or a burger or... I think I need some candy. I'll buy you a sundae, a prime rib, just promise me you won't die, ok?"
Remiel Blinked at the women in their frenzy. "Why are you running? It isnt as if I'm going to stalk you home." Even if he did, it wasnt likely he could get in. "Relax." Although..as an outter body experiance...he was rather amuzed a Tomboy that could take out rambo, a goth chick, and a girly man wearing skulls, were running from a guy with fancy hair a french accent and expensive clothes. As Bink slid though he moved to try and help him...but the women seemed to get there first...he walked a foot or two back and he actually seemed a bit anguished. "Je n'ai pas signifié pour donner vous regrette mon peu l'un" And he understood what it ment to be a Pomme de sang, and a preffered one at that....what he quite possibly could have taken from Bink now. Eyes narrowing he turned on his heal. "Take care of him." Fumming internally he began to trudge off. Until...he was threatened..that was never initially a good thing. Turning right back around he pressed his lips a mere inch from her ear and whispered firecely"
James Binks-Rakosi was wavering in and out of consciousness. he griped as best he could to deoridhe and didn't seem to mind being dragged off. "... fang...bangers.... Miss Jenna... call Jehan... for me..." he said more but it was lost within his mind as he wavered in and out from his blood loss. Stupid hungry vampires... why did his lip feel so big?
Jerusalem grew still as she listened to the whispered words, and possibly, right then and there, their fates where sealed. She felt so tempted to say another word, but Deo's pleadings and James' odd words caused her to frown. Bloody-effing-shit! She wanted to swear out, but for the greater good, she actually kept silent and followed Deo, and not lifting any limbs to help her poor friend up.
Deoridhe whimpers a little, "I, uh... um... ok...." a deep breath, “Fangbangers.” She's still looking pale, though more confused, and about halfway down the block turns them both a little to call back to Remiel - eyes carefully on pavement - "We'll take care of him, promise." Then she begins a sideways drag, turning them slowly forward, feeling a little more confident that she wouldn't feel vampiric breath on the back of her neck and wake up in some strange place, or not wake up at all. She drags Bink vaguely toward the bar she' passed, but never entered, staying carefully on the sidewalk.
---- ((Insert Sim walking travel time))----
Deoridhe drags in a fainting, dead weight James. Her face is pale, her eyes wide and terrified, her wire wings are hanging dreadfully askew and they, and her skirt, have bits of grime and scrapes on them. She's talking in a steady, entirely-too-quickly-to-completely-understand voice, a steady patter of nonsense along the lines of, “This is a no-dying zone, ok? I'm declaring it now, no dying within ten feet of me, Or biting. Not biting, no dying, just steak and ice cream and candy and a new dress, and ow my knees hurt, and I thought you were light but I think you're getting heavier.” She pauses inside the door, looking for the nearest waitress-type person and saying, in the same frantic tone, “I'm looking for a ...J....something. Jerma, or Jetta, or Britta.... something like that. For him. I don't know his name, but he said to come here, and he's not talking, and kind of falling over, so could you, like, line up “J” people and see if any of them know him?”
Jerusalem had lined up right behind where Jame's was being dragged, but instead of offering input, she kept quiet. Deathly quiet. She hasn't been this quiet since she offed a homeless guy for taking her box. Quite literally. She beat him until he died and then ran like hell. Either way, with a few clicks of her tongue she backed away and leaned against the wall, her hands shoving deep into her pocket, one foot lifting to rest against her post as she lowers her head. She was just going to be a fly on the wall. A pissed off fly on the wall. A very, very pissed off fly on the wall, to be exact.
James Binks-Rakosi nooded weakly. ".. be.. fine.. need rest.. food. Miss.. Jenna.... and Jehan... I need to be with Jehan.." it was hard to him to talk with the fresh bite on his lower lip. a neat one, two puncture marks. made the flesh puff abit.
A note was what she got left. To be more precise it was etched in her door and mottled in blood, marking it genuinely from her sister, or half sister, step-sister sibling. Only the women of her family would be so [perfect] crude. Packing never took long in fact it was a matter of tossing a backpack over her shoulder and making the fare to get to this town from somewhere upstate. Yes, she wont be specific where, she never kisses and tells. The town was interesting to say the least, and she thought Central Park had it bad, none the less she pushed in the door to this Club, thinking if anywhere was crude enough to harbor kin [aside from under a bridge with dead hobos] this was it. Letting the door fall closed behind her the hub-bub was generally, and quite frankly, ignored. J...J...Yes a name with the letter J. "Anyone seen a bitch named Jerusalem?"
Deoridhe sighs as the waitress tells her Jenna's not working and tries to hitch James higher on her hip, moving to lean against the wall. Both arms are now wrapped around his waist. “Any other ideas?” she asks, her voice quickly tending toward helpless.
James Binks-Rakosi whimpers at the lack of Jenna being around. he used his strength, which took quite alot of effort to eventalk let alone move his arm, totouch his phone. "..press send..." he only ever called two numbers and the last one he called was to Jehan. All he had to do was hope he'd actually remember how to answer the phone.
Jerusalem clicks her tongue repeatedly as her chin lifts, her head turning this way and that to spot a familiar shape near the wall. "Just put him on the couch over there.." She muttered out, but it was loud enough to be heard over the music. As the door burst open, Jerusalem sank into the wall, slumping down just a bit as a familiar voice is heard, a frown deep upon her lips as she shakes her head. "Nope. No Jerusalem here. Only Zuul. I'll bite you." No, she wouldn't. And saying bite now was in bad taste. She winced, and set back into silence, waving her hand for her 'for all intents and purposes' sister to come join her. These walls ain't gonna hold themselves.
Deoridhe props James partly up against the wall, finding his cell phone by tracing a hand down his armt o where he touches it and pulling it out. "Send," she mutters under her breath, pressing the button then lifting the phone to her ear.
Lanier Cerise moved over closer. "Do you guys need help over here?" She looked over the person being held by the woman. "We need to get this one to a place to lay down."
The grin that cut across her lips was razor borne and jagged, etched bone deep to reveal the line of well cut ivories. "Zuulie you little brat, there you are." One hand rose and spideresque appendages twined about the bag that hung around her neck, her gris gris, one finger stroking along the feather that was hanging from a small skull. It was a bead or a fake right? Likely not. "So tell me almighty, why the note and such a hasty move? And Fang bangers?" Her nose wrinkled as she leaned in to still whisper-yell over the music. "It'd be like fucking the dead."
Deoridhe looks up at Lanier, smiling weakly as the phone rang in her ear. "Um, sitting would be good," she says, her voice almost disappearing under the club music. "Or lying. Or... he says he needs to eat, too, and I think he passed out a bit..." Her voice drifts off more than ends.
Jerusalem grunts quietly, pushing herself up against the wall so that she'd stand up straight. "Some stuff went down that I really ain't well equipped to deal with, besides, best to keep on the move. For the record, I ain't going home." She shrugged, it was plain as that. Though, at the mention of Fangbangers, she couldn't help but shake her head, sniggling quietly. Even though she wasn't in a laughing mood, it was still funny. "You know, at this point, I'm heading that route. Not.. fucking the dead, but.. fuck them."
James Binks-Rakosi grunts as he's propped up, a strain befalling his face. He didn't have much left, but these were strangers... he couldn't let his glamour fall. He couldn't. they couldn't know. He screwed up enough tonight. "....vampire... fed..." he manages to say as he tried to point at his lip. Tried operative word. ".....starving....."
Lanier Cerise nodded, "I'll carry him over to the couch." She moved over to the guy and knelt down near him. "Hey, I'ma pick you up and put you on the couch to rest and wait for your friend to get here ok?" She frowned at his words but just nodded as she reached out to pick him up. Laner caried im over to the nearby couxches.
Jehan Rakosi blinked down at the irritating ring of the small red phone where it balanced on the table where he set his paints. Bink had set it to a terrible happy song . Something about a candy mountain. and also turned on the vibrate as a tease. So now it sat there shaking and singing against his palette. Wiping off paint spattered fingers he finally picked it up and poked at the green button before lifting it to his ear" Dia duit! Did you forget something love?"
Deoridhe jumped as someone actually answered, and tries to yell over the music. “Um, hi. Is this Dehand?” She watches worriedly as Lanier helps James over to the couch, trailing after them. “Um...I think, um.... something not so good happened.”
Moving over to the wall beside Jerusalem she kicked one leg up to prop her foot against it and folded her arms over her chest, using it as the seeming prop to keep them in their crossed perch. Both brows took a hike up her brow at her kins words and then settled back in place once she adjusted them accordingly. "Yes, I would much rather be in soviet russia when it comes to that. " One hand rose and plucked a fallen hair from her sleeve, extending it out and letting it fall to the floor. Her azure gaze then took a look about the place and inwardly a wince formed at the pictures alone, she had yet to *see* present company.
James Binks-Rakosi didn't complain or fight the hwlp to the couch. He tried his best to smile and offer his thanks but mostly he tried to conserve his energy. to preserve himself.. to hide... and wait for Jehan to come for him.
Lanier Cerise gently set the guy on the couch. "Ok, what is your name and what happened? You said something about a vampire feeding? Did a vampire feed from you? Did they just attack you?"
James Binks-Rakosi "name...?" he tried to focus on the woman's words. focusing was good. " james... binks.. rakosi....I.." his voice faltered as he strained for more focus. focus binky, focus! " ...Remiel smelled blood... on jerusalem. she is blind... he was starved... was going to bite her, but I stopped him... with my wrist... he bite my lip instead....he took a whole lot... i.. duh.. son't think he's eaten in awhile."
Jehan Rakosi furrowed a brow and for a moment looked at the phone as if he could see how it was he spoke to then back to his ear again," Who is this and why do you have Bink's phone. Where is Bink?"there was a pause as her last words set in" Where are you ?"
Deoridhe yells over the music, “Um, I'm Deo, I guess... you can call me that. The guy, he had this phone and gave it to me and told me to hit send, so I did. He's ok-ish, I think, but he keeps passing out a bit and I carried him here and, oh gods there's blood...” she closes her eyes, having caught sight of the artwork on the walls, “um, we're here and he's on the couch but he's not saying much, only that he needs you, I guess? You are the right person, right?” Eyes closed, she gets bumped into the couch by a dancer and clings to it. The couch, not the dancer.
Lanier Cerise looked over to the girl holding the phone. "Tell him we are at Fang Bangers. Tell him to come here if he or she is a friend of a Bink." She looked back to Bink. "We need to take care of that wound." Lanier moved around the couch as she ripped some cloth off her shirt and began to tie up his wrist.
Jerusalem concentrated enough for her to single out the voices in the crowd, to listen to the awkward steps of the three as they headed towards the couch, and even Sabine's words to her. Shaking her head faintly, she puckers out a lip in considerable thought, and with a side lean towards Sabs she gestures in their direction. "Some idiot, emo, Lestat wanna be dipshit ate Binky-doops." Yup, she said Binky-doops. "Think he was going for me because of the wicked nosebleed I caught... and..." She gestures as she hears him tell the story. "Yeah. Anyways, I'm itching for a fight. A real knock down, drag out fight. Not one where I'd lose a fucking tooth or get a split lip. I'm talking about severed limbs and slit throats. Some medieval Nero type shit."
James Binks-Rakosi whimpered as she bandaged the wrist. it was the one he had given to jehan earlier that night..day.. he was all confused for time. his swollen lip wasn't feeling better, but he couldn't talk to well from taht bit wound either. He wasnt going to bother. He felt too weak all over. and she smelled nice. HE took comfort in that.
Sabine Vida Blinked...slowly. "Yeah...okay.." Glancing over to the couch and the cluster there she snapped her eyes back to her sister. "He looks whole to me for being eaten, you mean juiced? What's with the wings on the chick? Did I come and miss the costume party?" Sabine used to be fun loving at one point, but when the voices in your head once had bodies and were alive keep poking at you since childhood it scared the fun right the hell out of you. "Well, I am not going to inquire further save from where is Lestat and who do we hire to play the fiddle while we put the dead back where they belong?" The smile that warped her lips was not friendly, in fact it rarely ever was.
Jehan Rakosi didn't have the phone to his ear much longer than to associate the music with places that Bink might be once he heard the word blood. He did remember to at least drop it into a pocket though. Passing up the bike to jsut take to the streets. Feet could get him through the city faster with this pushing him . So it was not too long after that he was flashing through the doors at Fangbangers. A wild look in his eyes as he pushed through what people were there .
Deoridhe yells into the phone, "We're at Fangbangers. Hello? Hello?"
Lanier Cerise looked over to the door as some guy came running in. She rose up from wrapping up Bink's wrist and her shirt was torn which was where the bandage came from. "Hey dude. You came here to find a guy named Bink?"
Jerusalem bobs her head. "Juiced, ate, same thing really." The one thing she liked most about Sabine is that they were always on the same wavelength. One snapped, and a million miles away, the other did as well, then they'd call each other to share stories and laugh about it. "Who has wings?" Apparantly, she missed it too.. ah well. "I don't know. There was this dude earlier who was about when it all started, he suggested we leave, then dude just vanished. Sounds like a brick shithouse, real deep voice. Figure alls we gotta do is bring him into the fold and let dude do our dirty work. Not to mention..." She leans in close, muttering quietly. "Think we should start getting a trade going on here, pick pocketing ain't going to last too long. Town as droll as this, cheap meth and X would sell." And finance! Hello Ladies of War, they need weapons.
Jeanette had been watching all of this happening. She hurried over to the bar she worked at and picked up her bar phone. With a quick finger, she dialed the number for the Masters to tell them what was going on.
James Binks-Rakosi fell back more into the couch as he felt Lanier move and her heard speaking out to someone.. a male.... Jehan... Remiel... dear god.. a Master... too many variables. He wanted to shudder but he wasn't sure if he did. so he tried the next best thing. "...Jehan...?" his voice came out softly, but if it was him.. he'd hear.. he had to.
Jehan snapped his gaze around at the familiar voice though sight zeroed in on Lanier as she said Bink's name and he made himself slow down to move her direction " looking down to see the blonde on the couch he crouched near him and touched a hand to his cheek with a frown. " I'm here Bink . "
Hikaru Mekanic had just curled up in his and Aydryan's apartment, on one of their very comfortable couches, with one of his favorite books, when his phone rang. He picked it up and answered it after seeing the FB bar number then shot to his feet as Jeanette explained the situation. "Bink?! Shit." The phone hung up as he rushed toward the door only to hit his shin on the coffee table and swore under his breath about moving the furniture again, then made it to the door. It was quick in his own fashion how he arrived at Fang Bangers, pulling himself out of the grate and then pushing open the heavy steel door, his eyes scanning for the group of gawkers he knew would be forming around this little scene.
Deoridhe nearly jumps out of her skin as Jehan moves past her, still yelling into the phone, "Hello? Are you there?" Her eyes are tightly squeezed shut and her other hand is white knuckled on the back of the couch.
Lanier Cerise backed out of the way and moved behind the couch as she looked to the woman. "Um. I think he's here." She tapped the woman's shoulder and pointed to the other man that had jsut shown up.
"I want to meet the vanishing man first before I even fathom bringing anyone into...Business with us." The flash in her eyes was a glimmer of life that just as quickly fade as she leaned into Jeru's whisper and nodded slightly. "I will let you handle the finance, let me handle the trade." The mere thought of some form of weapons shipment and rounds full of salt, lead, iron, and water of the "blessed" sorts had her inwardly gleeing. If they were so...Untrained here as to try and attack her kin, then she would gladly step up to put the beasties on a leash, or in their graves.
James Binks-Rakosi felt that touch and smiled a moment. Moments later the scent came to him. The smell of Jehan. of safety and security. And even as that hit, the realization of all that transpired. His eyes teared up as he pouted as best as the bitten, swollen lip would manage. "Jehan.. i... i'm sorry!... he wanted to bite Jerusalem.. he was hungry.. I.. i wasn't thinking and.. i didn't mean to... I just didn't want her hurt.... i'm so sorry I ruined everything..."
Jerusalem gritted her teeth as she heard James' pleas to Jehan. If she was never touched, she probably wouldn't have bled. And if her head wasn't on fire long after, she probably would have dealt with it, at least so that it wouldn't have gone as far as it did. "Mmmhmm..." She mutters, then slips a hand into her back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, rubberbaned and rolled up tight. "Here's the start." She couldn't count money, but damn it, she knew how to keep it and knew when it felt light. "All it takes is finding him again, which shouldn't be too hard. Either way, I want part in dusting that fanged son of a bitch. Or at least keep his choppers as a souvinier (sp?)."
Jehan scowled leaning close almost as if sniffing at Bink. Eyes narrowed as he took in that bruised and bitten lip and he nearly growled," Who did it? Who laid a fang on you and in such a manner? Was this one you recognised?" His own anger boiled about him on a level that and close could almost taste.
Deoridhe opens her eyes wide, glancing at Lanier, then where she's pointing, then dropping to sit on the arm of the couch. "Oh, you're ...Dehand, or Jehand?" she asks, voluntarily blinding herself again before peering at him through narrowed lashes. She alternates between looking and not, trying to not see the pictures on the wall behind him. “Um... there was this guy... a vampire. He bit him, I think. He was trying to help, um.... This other girl.” In the confusion, she seems to have missed that Jerusalem followed them and was now busily discussing drug trade and violence. “I think he needs a steak,” she adds. “Or something.” She adds, near the end, “He spoke French?”
Lanier Cerise sighed as she looked down to the poor guy who was so obviously shaken by something along with being fed on bay a vamp. She looked to her now shorter sleeve and frowned.
Hikaru saw Jeanette pointing toward the couches and nodded making his way there and ignored the side comment from the woman near the door... for the moment. He moved up to the couch, rounding a few onlookers and stopping seeing Jehan was with him. Jeanette was already coming from the bar with orange juice, cheese and crackers. "French?" He looked between Jehan and Bink while Jeanette set the snacks on the table just behind Jehan. "Half of us speak French, or Spanish... can you be any more specific? Describe him?" He was looking at the woman with the wings now though making quick glances to the two opposite the couch from him.
Sabine Vida's eyes dropped to the money and then rose back to her sister. She trusted her with the money, but she was better at guaging people...Maybe. Where social skills lacked violence and loathing easily picked up. "If he was making some kind of offer he meant to keep I am sure he will be back around. Once I find what we need I will gladly let you know what I need from that wad of funds and we can teach people how to fellate metal...The right way." A slow wink to her sister and she rocked her head back to lean against the wall, the crown pressing there as lids fell to a close. "So, not going back. What's the warrant for...And of all places you place us two steps closer to hell?" Now the smile seemed something a bit more genuine, but it did not sever off the morbidity beneath.
James Binks-Rakosi reached out to hold Jehan even as his eyes watered to cry. "... i offered! ... I didn't think... i know i can't... but he wanted to bite jerusalem!! her nose was bloodied and he got so hungered...he... i know that look.. its /that/ look.... i don't like that look, Jehan... i offered my wrist though... but he didn't take it... remiel.... he .. he took me in his arms to-- i...i swear I did-... I didn't mean to do it.. i'm so.. so sorry..." and there he went crying
Deoridhe starts again as another voice comes clearly. "Um..." At least this one comes from the side, so she can look away and look at him fully, though she does squint a little and blink when this one has that weird glow, too. Does everyone here have it? "He was wearing black..." she offers, "but... all of us are. Um... he called him," she gestures toward James, "Mon cher, and said something about how he was sorry. And the girl new him. She had a blindfold, and, um...." She sinks into herself a little, "He acted like he knew him," she finishes, pointing to james again, "but it really upset him, and I'm not sure why, I mean... he said yes, then no, so... he should have stopped, right?"
Jehan sat there watching Bink for a moment until it finally registered that he was blaming himself for it and that anger chilled away. Lifting cool hands to rest them on Bink's cheeks he shook his head . " If it was that look .. then that one...Remiel... is at fault. Unless he was under orders to not feed...and after even we were given the card to the service I do not believe that can be true. So its his fault for letting himself get near frenzy ..You cannot be giving yourself to others. Do you understand why they were upset that you were with me, Bink?
Lanier Cerise looked over seeing that Hikaru had shown up. But how..? She watched as Jeanette came over with the prepared items. Ah. Lanier looked back to Bink on the couch. Her expression grew sad. He was so scared. "Remiel?" She looked to Hikaru then figuring he would know.
Jerusalem had that immediate sense of unease as she stood against the wall, nodding her head towards Sabine then replying in kind. "Best customers are the ones that live in the fifth level of hell. Besides, much more entertaining than the burbs." And a lot more risk too. She knew that, and didn't care. She was blind and reckless, with a mouth to boot. Girl would talk shit to a toddler if she knew that it would get her somewhere. With a heave, she rolls to put her back against the wall, sliding down just a bit. "I got a ton of ideas. Ever since I came here, the down and outs need a savior." She wasn't talking about the man upstairs, she meant bringing them closer to their end. She was in that mood. "Give 'em what they want at the highest price. Metals. Sand.." She paused for a second, catching a bit of the conversations here and there. She wanted less talk and more action, at that point, but was slowly cooling down.
Hikaru 's eyes snapped to Bink when he heard the name, then Jehan, watching his face very carefully. He looked down, frowning at the top of the back of the couch for a moment before lifting his eyes to Jehan again. "I'm sorry Jehan... Bink. But this is my fault. I had not given him permission to feed in our territory yet. I had thought... " he stopped shaking his head. "It doesn't matter what I thought at the time. I owe you both for my own mistake." When he made a mistake, he stood up to them, admitted them and faced the consequences. He was already angry with himself, his silent words to his companion held that much.
Deoridhe finally decides to shift to a proper seat, moving with the sort of slowness characteristic of shock. She watches Bink closely as the food is placed near him, gnawing on her lower lip but not saying anything. Just figiting. Over and over again.
James Binks-Rakosi aniffled and kept trying to hold onto Jehan. He needed he support. even if he felt undeserving of it. "... my blood... can't be shared. it's bad. I.. i wasn't thinking!" he sniffled again and tried his best to hide his face. "I just wanted to save Jerusalem... she's my friend. she's the only person I know that can be my friend"
Jehan sighed and slid arms around Bink . Though hands were checking him over for other bites, that weren't his own, even as he responded," No Bink. Not bad. Just ..potentially addicting..Though I am glad that you think enough of Jerusalem to sacrifice yourself for her. I shall have to get to know her." There was a pause and the faintest growled,'and mine' that was added to that. He glanced up at Hikaru and arched a brow slightly," if you don't trust him and have not bound him then feed him to the sun.. else I will .
Lanier Cerise sighed hearing the situation. She looked from person to person in this little group. "So...anything else I can do to help here?" Lanier just stood there and waited to see how she'd be receieve.
Finally opened her eyes after several very long heartbeats of thought. Her hand had come to rest back upon her gris-gris and the skull that adorned its threading, stroking over it in something akin to how Golem would the Ring. It was her precious, especially when bad tides were rising and showing by the cast of shadows over her fascade when the smile was re-born. She had spent those moments listening to the others, the cluster-fuck her sister had gestured to when she spoke of her timely rescue from the other walking dead. "You wont have to feed him to anything." They could join him, or enjoy the show, whether they heard her or not was not her concern, but the look to periphery where her sister stood said it all.
Hikaru nodded to Jehan, glancing at Lanier. "I'm not sure yet." Before his attention was drawn tot he voice behind and to the side of him, his head turning to look at her a moment. "What do you mean? He broke the laws." Though he wasn't necessarily talking about human laws, there were some fairly big ones Remiel had already broken. He didn't know her and his face clearly showed it.
Deoridhe whispers, "Feed him to the sun?" Her eyes go very wide and she looks between Jehan and Hikaru before looking back at Bink. Either her naiveté is showing again, or she's forgotten not to look into the faces of Vampires, 'cause she's not avoiding their eyes. "But, he felt bad about it...." she says weakly. "He was worried about him, wanted us to take care of him." Her voice is soft enough to be missed, but the need to protest is also there.
Jehan Rakosi had learned already where Bink would hide out. AT least part of the times. so he hoped. Tonight he was lucky and that held true . So he made his way over to that fountain and stood near it a moment before sauntering to the bench trying to peer over a shoulder at the book,"Probably should have a bit more light for reading, my Heart. Or is it jsut that fascinating?"
"JEHAN!" he squeaked and turned, throwing his arms about the vampire's waste to squeeze him tightly. He nuzzled at his chest and smiled brightly, careful not to smear his clothes with candy. "I'v e read the bok many times before. I'm kinda.. just following the moitons of reading."
Jehan chuckled and ran his fingers through that hair," I know. I have seen you do that a few times before . You smell very sweet tonight ."
James Binks-Rakosi settled back though still held onto Jehan. His head bobbled and he smiled wetly up at him. "I ate extra candy... I hadalot on my mind."
Jehan smiled down at him still even as fingers faintly traced the edge of an unseen ear," Need to discuss it or just on the distracing from it phase?
James Binks-Rakosi shivered and lightly pushed on Jehan's hip. "Jehaaaan." He giggled gently and lean jsut relaxed into his body. "I.. I'm not sure.. i feel... distant. Hurt... I really, don't like that man. HE hurts. alot...."
Jehan pursed lips thoughtfully . fingers trailed down that earlobe and along that neck to play with the scarf a bit before curling to lightly draw nails over the shoulder," Usually that means that a person is hurting alot inside and they turn it on others because they want us to feel as bad as they do. I don't know for sure. Feeding on strong emotions I have run into it alot though. Not that it is good. Its foolish . It makes me want to hide you away to protect you from such . Keep you and your beauty and these smiles all for myself . But I know helping you ..making you stronger for you . Is the better thing to do ..even for us. "
James Binks-Rakosi smiled and swallowed his candy so he could kissat Jehan's hip. "I.... I want you to, you know. HIde me away from everything and everyone. I know you say its for the best. and I know it makes you happy to go places with me.. but you know I would much rather spend my entire life inside with you. It is safe there amd welcome. Out here.. I can feel a breeze, smell the life and death in the air... and I know. All I want to do is run screaming for you. It isn't safe or happy. Not like you are."
Jehan closed his eyes for a moment. Lips parting slightly and he took in a small breath before he looked back down at him . Hands rested on his shoulders as he slowly moved to settle on that bench behind him . body pressed up agasint him as arms slid about him . Hands caressed possessively across his chest and down his stomach .a small kiss was laid on that shoulder " you look at me like that and part of me just growls 'Mine!'. I have seen you come so far despite some terrible setbacks . But right now the breeze I feel is scented of you and candy ."
James Binks-Rakosi leaned back against Jehan, his cheek blushing as he was pet and caressed. He made a tiny sound, liek a whimper and a moan and turned his head to rset his cheek against his shoulder. "...does that mean... you will let me tay at home alot more and not leave to come out here? At least... at least for awhile?"
Jehan swirled tongue tip agsint tht shoulder in a slow spiral before he answered " What about Miss Maddy? doesnt she need you at the candy store?" While one hand splayed across that chest holding him tightly back to him the others skiped down to spiral fingers on a thigh.Nose nuzzled at that scarf and there was the faintest touch of fangs to skin as he spoke .
James Binks-Rakosi writhed, his blush deepening to the affections his lover, his husband placed upon him. "... i.. i am not the only worker at the candy store... and... and it is just a part time job to gt out like you wanted... but if its not what you want.. I don't have to be there. i can stay in our home.. with you. I don't mind it, really!"
Jehan settled with that stillness of his just to listen to the way that heart sped up. It was a rythmn he knew so well . A beat that talented fingers could play like a drum as they drifted over fabric with a faint tease. Especially there on chest where skin was so clsoe and nipples could be sought. " and when I have to come out here . When I walk in the crowded places to feed or to paint ?
James Binks-Rakosi 's lip quivered as he whimpered again to the touches. "..wuh when you come out here.. I'll come with with. I'll always go where you go.. i just.. i can't be out here without you. I can't. It's not safe.. its not happy. Please, Jehan... please..."
Jehan licked slowly at that neck as if savouring the taste. Fingers slid down along the inside of that thigh teaseing but not touching . " You know your happiness means so much to me and your begging...for anything affects me almsot on a primal level I think sometimes. I want you to keep the job . You may bring it down to a lower level. one or two days for now. and with me when I am awake . Get your computer set up and I want youat least continueing your classes online while I sleep " a slight jerk of head lit one needle like fang cut skin just enough to offer the hint of copper to his skeeing tongue . The taste making him shiver.
James Binks-Rakosi gasped out and reached back to grip onto Jehan's thighs. He dugs his hands into him and arched his back, shuddering as the sting of fang cooled into the night air. "..ok! ok... I'll tell Miss Maddy I can only work two days a week, and I'll have my computer set up i nthe morning, Jehan. I promise."
Jehan lapped and nuzzled at the scratch till it was only a memory and even that fading . He made a soft almost purr as he smiled," good boy . Now then. We are going home so I can thoroughly feed upon you as I have not taken my time to do so recently in the way I so enjoy . Then after your heartbeat has lulled me to that sunrise sleep you can rest and get cleaned up and take care of things so that we can spend more time together. " slowly sliding back from him as he stood and waited for him to gather up his things.
"ok!" he chirped sweetly as he grabbed his book. There wasn't more thought into the order than that. If he had someone before him he'd be waving at them and cheerful squeaking a goodbye.
Jehan waited jsut the time it took for Bink to stand before he started on his way. Never doubting that Bink would be there right with him. He headed to one of the catacomb entrances.
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James Binks-Rakosi scooted along the sidewalk, keeping close to the walls of the buildings. He hid his head as people walked by and kept his sights on the light glowing blue sign in the distance. He had enough money in his pocket to buy a big dinner and several books as requested by Jehan. Thinkign of the red headed vampire made Bink blush and reach up to rub at his neck. 'go eat alot... and get you some new books to read. You haven't been treating yourself to things lately.' He hadn't felt that he was doing anything especially treat worthy, but here he was. He paused to the strange group blocking his way to the bookstore. Blast!! He whimpered, staring wide eyed likea hurt puppy to the group, then the glowing blue sign of literary goodness... then to the group.. the sign... group... sign.. group.. sign... Bink sighed louder than he expected. He hated being thwarted.
"Oh no...if you were going to do ME a favor, you'd have stayed where you were..sadly...I see you chose life over humoring the both of us." He said of himself and her even though his voice had dripped sarcasim. "For shame really." But the male voice behind him had a point. "I think she lacks the know how." He scoffed and ignored the womans pointed up finger. "Wrong direction." He smirked."
Denalius was chewing on the stud poked through his lip. Yeah, his senses were definitely off. He was a block over from where he thought he'd be. He sniffed at the air some more in small breaths as he noted the others standing there around him and placing scents with faces as best he could. He did a double take of the girls actions, her mannerisms, the way she literally felt her way forward. Not to mention the wrap around her eyes. She was blind, which dug in a little between his brow at the mans surmation, "Dude ... you're just a rude little fucker, aren't you?"
Jerusalem snorts loudly, moving her hands in a come hither motion as Remiel keeps speaking, nodding her head, she offers him the sweetest smile. "Sorry I couldn't sate your emotastic needs and wants, I guess this is one time that -I- couldn't deliver. Now lets see.." She holds up four fingers, "I think I'll probably grow to be about fifty before you can offer a proper insult other than how my life is worthless to you, blah blah blah blah. But whatever. If we're going to do a full on 'Yo Mama' session, I'll get started." She shimmies in place, smacking her hands together and rubbing them in eagerness. "You're a waste of flesh, so much of a waste, that yo mama's doctor thought you were the afterbirth and threw your punk ass in the gabbage." Yes, she said gabbage. As the other man speaks up, she gets a little bit upset. She could handle her own verbal spats. "Guh, well.. you do have a point." But then again, she was stealing from folks when she met him.
Deoridhe slinks closer to the wall, hugging her green book to her chest. Then, it's like she makes a decision, or something. Squaring her shoulders and fixing her gaze on something beyond the knot of quarrel, she picks up her pace to walk past them, resisting the urge to sneak around them and doing her best to pretend she's the only person on the sidewalk. Maybe it would even work! Why couldn't they invest in wider sidewalks? Germany had wide sidewalks - wide enough for arguments and passing, uninvolved people both! But the US? NoooOOOooOOOooooo. Gods forbid they invested in sidewalks.
James Binks-Rakosi was too caught at the impass! He looked at the street. others hurried from street side back to side walk to avoid the passing cars.... But... that was illegal, and he could be caught and then fined, and he didn't have enough on him for a fine... or a license for this state yet. He'd be taken to jail and Jehan would have to bail him out and would have to use Mr. Chaika's mone.... He visably scrunched his eyes and shook his head. bad idea! he mouthed to himself. He then looked at his other options. going through the dark and shady alleyways.... which ended in a thought process ending with Mr. Chaika.. another BAD idea. He looked behind him. He could walk back and cross the street at the proper intersection. But he already walked there. backtracking one's steps was bad ju-ju!
"Yo momma?" The slang itself sounded forign on the forigners lips. "That is certainly benieth me...as are you and Hulk Hogan." He said of the probably slightly confused male behind him. "I could care less 'sir' if you find me rude, you are undoubtedly right..so you see...I am hardly phased. Now, why dont you be a good boy and go entertain yourself some place else."
But there were WINGS again..and he looked passed the blinde woman to stare at her. "I did not know..there was a gay parade in town." What? It was WINGS, it wasnt exactlly normal. A familure scent on the wind though made him turn and he arched a brow at the small blonde. "Good evening, Mon Cher.""
Denalius was now looking over the mans shoulder at the slew of shit falling from the little girls mouth about the same time he was calling -him- rude. His eye caught the other little girl in a dress and a pair of wings. It was the bright red that stood out. She seemed pretty focused on something way over -there-. He had straightened himself up and was happy with th idea of shrugging off the lot of em. He gave the man a second glance, though. It held a lot that glance. He even felt a little spasm in his shoulder and the base of his neck as it nearly ached to lurch forward. His smile brought a deep breath to his lungs though as he gave the man a nod. No sense in fuckin up his new start before it even got started.
Jerusalem grunts, then lifts a hand in a slight shrug. There goes her past time. "Well alright. If everything we do is so beneath you, stop fucking with me everytime we cross paths. Soon enough, you'll be mucking around in shit that even you, oh high and mighty stick up the ass SIR, can't even get out of." Irritation was set in, and with a quick step to the side to bump an elbow against he wall ahead of the moving girl, she was using the fabric of her coat to lead the way as she began to move.
Deoridhe is doing well, really. Eyes straight in front of her, trying to ignore the weird glows around ....almost everyone. What was it with people in this town? Chin high, shoulders squared; they only wilt a little as approaches the group, but the Remiel speaks and she stiffens, chin rising a few inches. She sniffs; by her posture it’s meant to be the sort of impressive sniff of a princess who won’t deign to respond, but in practice it’s a lot more like the sniffle of a girl trying to sound impressive. Her forward progress is impeded by Jerusalem, though. She tip taps her feet, impatient and nervosa, and as soon as the other woman is moving forward she hurries after her.
And then there is a crack in the sidewalk. A most inconvenient crack. Her heel catches in it; her ankle turns; she goes hurtling forward toward the moving woman and the last, poor, scared figure in the row - one arm flailing even as the other instinctively hugs the book closer, trying to keep it safe.
James Binks-Rakosi had turned when he heard THAT voice. Immediately his body stiffened and his face paled. Not him. He wasn't ready to face him again. He had to act fast.. otherwise.. he'd have to respond.. and say things.. to him... liek hello. stupid hello. and good day to you and everythign else nice and social... and incomprehensible to him. So.. he grabbed a blind girl. He knew her! he liked her even when she was trying to pick his pockets. "Jerusalem! How have you been? good? good! i'm good. let's be good together. you like books? well... audio books in your case. sorry I forgot you were blind.... but your blindfold is lovely! it goes with your hair... nto that you can see it but... oh... yeah.. I think I'll jsut shut up and go hide in a corner now."
Remiel Smirked at the large man before him. IT was a shit eatting grin and a 'Im really not worried' He wasnt obliviouse to the look he was given. More importantly he was telling the other man he didnt see him as a threat at all.
And then...there were tripping pixi's, dive bombing blinds and babbling blondes..werent they just the entertaining little freak show. "Mon Cheeeer" IT was a bit sing songy in it's tease. "Good evening." He moved a few steps forward...maybe..even bumped the larger man with his shoulder on the way over. "I see your a bit less ailed. How good for you.""
Denalius wasn't altogether sure how everything got so congested all of a sudden, but it seemed everyone on the sidewalk wanted to start moving at the same time. Obviously not a good thing - twisted around some to watch the girls move past, one fuming while the other just .... was. What she -was- doing was falling. As her heel caught and her arm went to flailing, he was suddenly curious of her wings really worked. Shouldn't -they- be flailing right about now? At the shoulder bump, Denalius didn't "bump". He really wasn't just any ole 7 1/2 foot tall shit house, his lycanthrope infection left him considerably stronger than other lycans. He was solid and he made a point of not moving as he went back to gathering his bearings.
Jerusalem was surprised, she had done well without being grabbed so far, and yet once she was, she stiffened considerably. "Oh god.." She uttered, she could feel that slow thud happen within the back of her head that soon erupted into searing pain that sent her lips clenching to keep it together. Her cheek was touching something upon him that made her react badly, and she fought to push the images back because really, she didn't need to see all of Jame's past. And then, there was the hard thud at her back from Deoridhe that set her equilibrium off.. In other words, she fell while being glomped. Imagine that! And.. ow... Hell, she was catching jumbled images at all sides and pushed it back to the point she practically jerked and spasmed, and caught a nose bleed all at once. Thank goodness it wasn't a gusher!
Deoridhe's wings are most certainly not helping her in the least, though they are waving on her forward descent. ”I'm so sorry!” she calls out, her accept New English, as she lands solidly on two people. She tries to roll off, legs tangled in her shirt, and finally ends up in an ungainly sprawl on the ground, saying rapidly, “Are you all right? Oh my gods, I don't know what happened. Your nose is bleeding! I think I have,”and she's searching in her cleavage under the top section of her dress, “Kleenex somewhere,” and indeed she pulls something out, but it's a lacy handkerchief instead. She reaches forward to try to stem the nosebleed, accidentally leaning on James as she does so.
James Binks-Rakosi was Fae enough to know something metaphysical was happening, but human enough to not know what. HE was also weak enough to feel... knee to side.. and body weight on him..>ACK! He got slapped in the face by a very fake feeling wing. What was that.. from Hot Topic?! He gawked, squeaked, flailed and all accounts looked like a fallen wind up toy inthe mass collision on Elm Street.
Really..the antics around him were a bit of a turn off. One would wonder if anything even turned him on..But as thing unfolded slowly Remiel was growing considerably bord. Then...he was considerably hungry! Fresh Blood...not from a bag that reminded him of a kid eatting ketchup from the MacDonalds packets..not blood threw a transfution that made him feel like an addict..but FRESH blood...he nearly snarled at the mention of a cKleanex. Eyes dialaiting he moved behind JEr in reminice of a creepy stalker man, a slow smile perking the edges of his lips.."I found...a way for you to deliver." He purred. And then...there mass flailing and screetching...and was that a wing bitch slap?"
Denalius sighed as he turned his head again toward the commotion. he had picked the wrong moment to get to know the lay out of the town. First point of interest: Blind girls don't fall well. Hell, this one went into a damn fit. Although it seemed a bit triggered, not a natural occurance of sorts. Something just struck him odd about it and the way it caused her to react. The nosebleed raised further suspicion in her reactions. Point of interest number two: Those wings don't work for shit. All flappin in the wind as their bearer took a nose dive. His senses were still a bit off, but he was certain now the rude one was definitely a vampire. He could feel the immediate change in posture as the scent of blood became ominous. He kept his weight centered and shook his head.
Jerusalem had -no- clue the day would go like this. Hell, if she took the time to actually touch something that had anything to do with her, she could have avoided this incident outright. With James' thrashing, and Deo's wiping, and her head pounding and impending doom lurking nearby, she damn near flipped her shit right there on the floor. She rolled, pushed, scrambled and staggered her way to her feet if she could, backing against the pole and nearly falling aside of it. "Hold. The... shit up!" She meant to say fuck up, but she's having a minor tourrettes problem. That, and she's wishing she grabbed the kleenex, but now, her bandaged hands suffer with being her new tissue.
Deoridhe winces, babbling, “Sorry, I am SO sorry, I just fell and you are all” she waves the bloody handkerchief in the air, entirely unaware of the lurking danger right above her. “What's wrong? Are you sick? I didn't crush anything, did I? I am so, so, so, so, SOOOoooooo sorry.” She tries to scramble to her feet, mistaking Remiel for a fence or a postal box she can use to help stand up. “Did the book get you in the face? I'm soSOsoSOso sorry.”
James Binks-Rakosi fought his way to sit up and rubbed at his hurt side. There was definitely going to be a bruise there. Jehan would be furious. He pet the bruising gently and looked between the two, checking to see if they were alright. He was blushing with embarrassment. "..i..I'm sorry too." he murmured as he looked beyond them to the others. that Man was still there. He stopped calling him Mon Cher.. but he had that look on his face. He lived with a vampire long enough to know cues for vampire habits. That one was specific. It was the "I'm so hungry I could rip your throat out and then say 'oopsie' later look. He had that look directed to his body... one too many times for him to remember, but the ones he could... terrified him. He scrambled to his feet, which for someone as unsure of his own body as Bink... meant tripping all over himself to stumbled into Remiel's body. He quickly pulled back his cuff back on his long sleeve sweater and shoved his wrist towards Remiel's face. "it's already all cut up! ..fru..fresh puncture marks'n'all..... eat this... and leave 'em alone!" Course then he paled considerably. "Oh.... um...takethaback!!" He winced and bit down on his lower lip. 'idiot!' he whispered to himself. And he was... it was bad enough he fed one vampire.. he ocouldn't feed another. Vampire habit rememberance.... never give a vampire fae blood.
"Hold? Why...would I want to hold anything back?" He knew what she'd ment...and he'd seased to care. He hadnt fed since his arrival to this country...perhaps a bit longer..even 'he' couldnt be sure. "I think..you should just be still, do not be ailed little lady, I will make it feel good."
And then...he was being pounced! And having viens shoved in his face. He looked betwee nthe bleeding woman and then the man before him. His eyes narrowed. He always prefered his feeding be done with willing participants and he wasnt going to say no to a stranger offering him food..that...was like Bink saying no to candy! He watched the blonds face...and seemed to ignore the offered wrist...it was those lips he watched...the ones Bink bit and chewed on that grabbed his attention. He wrapped one arm lightly around the slender man, and place an actually...kind hand to his cheek. "I thank you, for your offer." Because one way or another...he'd be feasting tonight. Lowering his head he prepeared for that Orgasmic bite he could deliver, and moved to give Bink a soft kiss to the lips before sucking the blondes lower one between his fangs and sinking them deep."
Denalius watched the scene unfold before him. In the midst of an apparantly hungry vampire - you got a cluster fuck with one bleeding, one waving around a bloody kerchief and leaning on said hungry vampire, and another pulling back his sleeve offering himself up to the creature willingly. Wow..like a buffet laid before him. As he zeroed in on the pale man, Denalius moved closer to the blind woman leaning against the pole. He leaned over like he might whisper, but his voice was just lowered in its force a bit as he nudged her elbow a little, "Alright, we got an all out feeding goin on here. Since you sorta miss out on the visual effects, which really aren't that impressive, I would suggest moving along. I'm headin that way muhself. "He nodded his head in a general direction as he kept his attention parted between the girl and the scene.
Jerusalem had no clue what the hell was going on, she did hear Deo's pleads and apologies, and she could do nothing but wave a hand in the womans direction as she pinched her nose. "No, no no no, it's okay, really. It's just.. auh..." She tried her best to think. "Tumor pressing on my brain stem, I'll be fine after major surgery!" What a fucking liar. She does listen to James' offering herself, and she nearly stepped up to the plate, and as she stepped foward, she stopped to listen to Denalius' words. She didn't want to leave her friend, and she felt horrible. But that pain in her head was mounting and she needed peace and quiet, with her constantly bleeding, it wouldn't do him any better. She was going to make a plan to beat the crap out of that guy if she saw him next though, mmhmm, and yell at Binks for offering himself for someone like her. "FUCK!" She hisses, then grumbles lowly. "Lets go..." This ain't over yet! She's going to bonk that asshole vampire with a metal bar even if he takes her life over it!"
Deoridhe goes pale when James offers up his arm, and paler when Remiel bites. “Oh gods... oh gods... oh gods... va...va....vamp...” her voice goes rather squeaky and she frees - mouselike - having finally realized what Remiel is. Yes, she is THAT naive. “I gotta go, I really do, oh my gods he's bleeding! Don't kill him” She's trying to wriggle away and not move at the same time, her mouth running independently of any cranial function. “It's blood, and he's bleeding, and I gotta go, but I have a handkerchief... but oh gods, um... uh... there is, I think I left my stove on and my key is in my other skirt and you should let him go now, because, um... bitings and ....wow blood smells weird when it's all...” and she goes paler, reaching out a hand for the woman then in a sort of vague way, “I feel sick, we should go... but we can't leave him, can we?”
James Binks-Rakosi tensed as he was drawn into the Vampire's body, and tried to keep from whimper. Shit. Yes, he thoguht it. Shit! He was fucked. Remiel would be dead if the Masters found out. He'd be dead! Jehan would be... Christ!! His mind was swimming and for the life of him he couldn't look away from Remiel's eyes. He was kissed. Kissed! He was flipping married to a vampire and another was kissing him and biting him! on his lip!! He wanted to flail he wanted to cry. He wanted to cry out in pain. This was cheating. He was realyl cheating all because he like Jerusalem and wanted to be her friend. He wanted a friggin' friend for once in his life! and he was sacrificing it all for her. But... he couldn't think... couldn't focus. All he could think about was the coolness of hte man's body and the chills and goosebumps he got upon his flesh, He felt hot and confined. He wanted to cuddle and cry out... in ways he could only recall doing in Jehan's arms.. Jehan... shit.. cheating.. SHIT!
He fed...It's all his vampiric mind could think to do in that moment. He was offered a meal, and probably by the only person he talked to here, and one he didnt hate, one that hadnt pissed him off. He'd wanted the bite to feel good, he hadnt wanted the man to hurt...he'd said he'd been hurt enough, and after offering so willingly..it was the least he could do...to not make Bink feel pain while he fed. His hand gently stroked that cheek, light and caressing until he felt a tug from else where. He broke the eye contact to glance at Deo and moved to give her space to leave...but when he looked back at Bink..he could sense he'd something 'wrong' wether offered or not; "...Thank you.." He murmered first and whispered a near hearable 'I'm sorry' in Binks ear before lifting his fangs....danced his tongue over that puffy lower lip to seal the wound..and...hugged....Bink once before letting him go.."
Jerusalem had felt that huge amount of guilt as she listened to Deo's words. She was so wanting to leave, to recover and do some damage that her little hands could, but gawd, the heart strings were tugged and she didn't want to seem as if she were a mushy little shit whokept it hidden. Which, is exactly what she was. She didn't make hand to hand contact with Deo, she didn't want another episode, she didn't want to touch Jame's either, but she didn't know where the hell he was. "Lady.. grab him and lets go.." That's the best she could do, she wasn't even wearing her leather gloves at the moment, and kicking seemed totally out of he option. "Hurry up!"
Deoridhe scrambles backwards when Remiel shifts to set her free, not stopping until she hits the brick wall. ”We should go,” she says, weakly, wanting desperately to run while staring - almost entranced - at the others. Jerusalem's words galvanize her, though. Pushing off the wall, dropping her book to the ground with a clatter, she reaches for James' arm and grabs hold, intending to tug him down the sidewalk. Just in time, glancing back at Remiel, she remembers something form one of her text books “don't look in the eyes!” and drops her eyes to James' shoulder. “We should run,” she says, her voice strangled.
James Binks-Rakosi blushed faintly.... weakly and fell to his knees. He needed to rest... he needed to eat. He wanted to cry in Jehan's arms. " ...n-no..." he spoke softly. ".. -i- ... am sorry... i'm a Pomme de Sang.... and not yours.... I ... jsut wanted Jerusalem to be safe... i.. i endangered you... forgive me."
Jerusalem felt, so.. so bad. If she could actually muster enough courage to cry, she would, but damn it. She's Jerusalem, she never cries. "You sick son of a bitch! You wait.. -right- there! I'm coming to get his blood back." Okay, how she's going to do that is a mystery, and wouldn't it be digested by then? In fact, how the hell was she going to find him? Questions.. questions.. questions.. Jerusalem waits until she hears either James being dragged or the clippity clop of Deo's shoes before she follows right along, muttering beneath her breath about one thing or another, but mostly about that rocking headache she's caught.
Deoridhe drags James' arm over her shoulder as he sags, trying to pull him upright and away. “Are you ok? Oh gods, don't die. Don't die. Don't die. You'll be ok. We'll get you something... a place to lie down, maybe some food? Just don't die, ok? I hate it when people die” She pauses a moment, listening for the vampire, then remembers he's a VAMPIRE and you can't listen for them, and they're hardly quiet, and he could probably find them anywhere anyway, so chattering won't do any harm, right? And at least then she doesn't have to think about the blood and the fainting and the weird glows around everyone. “Just stay with me, ok? Talk to me, about the air... or apples. You speak French? Blood apples... oh gods oh gods, um, not that, we'll just, um''' go this way. And find a place to lie down and maybe some''' something to... um... eat. Like iron. Not iron bars, but maybe a steak or a burger or... I think I need some candy. I'll buy you a sundae, a prime rib, just promise me you won't die, ok?"
Remiel Blinked at the women in their frenzy. "Why are you running? It isnt as if I'm going to stalk you home." Even if he did, it wasnt likely he could get in. "Relax." Although..as an outter body experiance...he was rather amuzed a Tomboy that could take out rambo, a goth chick, and a girly man wearing skulls, were running from a guy with fancy hair a french accent and expensive clothes. As Bink slid though he moved to try and help him...but the women seemed to get there first...he walked a foot or two back and he actually seemed a bit anguished. "Je n'ai pas signifié pour donner vous regrette mon peu l'un" And he understood what it ment to be a Pomme de sang, and a preffered one at that....what he quite possibly could have taken from Bink now. Eyes narrowing he turned on his heal. "Take care of him." Fumming internally he began to trudge off. Until...he was threatened..that was never initially a good thing. Turning right back around he pressed his lips a mere inch from her ear and whispered firecely"
James Binks-Rakosi was wavering in and out of consciousness. he griped as best he could to deoridhe and didn't seem to mind being dragged off. "... fang...bangers.... Miss Jenna... call Jehan... for me..." he said more but it was lost within his mind as he wavered in and out from his blood loss. Stupid hungry vampires... why did his lip feel so big?
Jerusalem grew still as she listened to the whispered words, and possibly, right then and there, their fates where sealed. She felt so tempted to say another word, but Deo's pleadings and James' odd words caused her to frown. Bloody-effing-shit! She wanted to swear out, but for the greater good, she actually kept silent and followed Deo, and not lifting any limbs to help her poor friend up.
Deoridhe whimpers a little, "I, uh... um... ok...." a deep breath, “Fangbangers.” She's still looking pale, though more confused, and about halfway down the block turns them both a little to call back to Remiel - eyes carefully on pavement - "We'll take care of him, promise." Then she begins a sideways drag, turning them slowly forward, feeling a little more confident that she wouldn't feel vampiric breath on the back of her neck and wake up in some strange place, or not wake up at all. She drags Bink vaguely toward the bar she' passed, but never entered, staying carefully on the sidewalk.
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Deoridhe drags in a fainting, dead weight James. Her face is pale, her eyes wide and terrified, her wire wings are hanging dreadfully askew and they, and her skirt, have bits of grime and scrapes on them. She's talking in a steady, entirely-too-quickly-to-completely-understand voice, a steady patter of nonsense along the lines of, “This is a no-dying zone, ok? I'm declaring it now, no dying within ten feet of me, Or biting. Not biting, no dying, just steak and ice cream and candy and a new dress, and ow my knees hurt, and I thought you were light but I think you're getting heavier.” She pauses inside the door, looking for the nearest waitress-type person and saying, in the same frantic tone, “I'm looking for a ...J....something. Jerma, or Jetta, or Britta.... something like that. For him. I don't know his name, but he said to come here, and he's not talking, and kind of falling over, so could you, like, line up “J” people and see if any of them know him?”
Jerusalem had lined up right behind where Jame's was being dragged, but instead of offering input, she kept quiet. Deathly quiet. She hasn't been this quiet since she offed a homeless guy for taking her box. Quite literally. She beat him until he died and then ran like hell. Either way, with a few clicks of her tongue she backed away and leaned against the wall, her hands shoving deep into her pocket, one foot lifting to rest against her post as she lowers her head. She was just going to be a fly on the wall. A pissed off fly on the wall. A very, very pissed off fly on the wall, to be exact.
James Binks-Rakosi nooded weakly. ".. be.. fine.. need rest.. food. Miss.. Jenna.... and Jehan... I need to be with Jehan.." it was hard to him to talk with the fresh bite on his lower lip. a neat one, two puncture marks. made the flesh puff abit.
A note was what she got left. To be more precise it was etched in her door and mottled in blood, marking it genuinely from her sister, or half sister, step-sister sibling. Only the women of her family would be so [perfect] crude. Packing never took long in fact it was a matter of tossing a backpack over her shoulder and making the fare to get to this town from somewhere upstate. Yes, she wont be specific where, she never kisses and tells. The town was interesting to say the least, and she thought Central Park had it bad, none the less she pushed in the door to this Club, thinking if anywhere was crude enough to harbor kin [aside from under a bridge with dead hobos] this was it. Letting the door fall closed behind her the hub-bub was generally, and quite frankly, ignored. J...J...Yes a name with the letter J. "Anyone seen a bitch named Jerusalem?"
Deoridhe sighs as the waitress tells her Jenna's not working and tries to hitch James higher on her hip, moving to lean against the wall. Both arms are now wrapped around his waist. “Any other ideas?” she asks, her voice quickly tending toward helpless.
James Binks-Rakosi whimpers at the lack of Jenna being around. he used his strength, which took quite alot of effort to eventalk let alone move his arm, totouch his phone. "..press send..." he only ever called two numbers and the last one he called was to Jehan. All he had to do was hope he'd actually remember how to answer the phone.
Jerusalem clicks her tongue repeatedly as her chin lifts, her head turning this way and that to spot a familiar shape near the wall. "Just put him on the couch over there.." She muttered out, but it was loud enough to be heard over the music. As the door burst open, Jerusalem sank into the wall, slumping down just a bit as a familiar voice is heard, a frown deep upon her lips as she shakes her head. "Nope. No Jerusalem here. Only Zuul. I'll bite you." No, she wouldn't. And saying bite now was in bad taste. She winced, and set back into silence, waving her hand for her 'for all intents and purposes' sister to come join her. These walls ain't gonna hold themselves.
Deoridhe props James partly up against the wall, finding his cell phone by tracing a hand down his armt o where he touches it and pulling it out. "Send," she mutters under her breath, pressing the button then lifting the phone to her ear.
Lanier Cerise moved over closer. "Do you guys need help over here?" She looked over the person being held by the woman. "We need to get this one to a place to lay down."
The grin that cut across her lips was razor borne and jagged, etched bone deep to reveal the line of well cut ivories. "Zuulie you little brat, there you are." One hand rose and spideresque appendages twined about the bag that hung around her neck, her gris gris, one finger stroking along the feather that was hanging from a small skull. It was a bead or a fake right? Likely not. "So tell me almighty, why the note and such a hasty move? And Fang bangers?" Her nose wrinkled as she leaned in to still whisper-yell over the music. "It'd be like fucking the dead."
Deoridhe looks up at Lanier, smiling weakly as the phone rang in her ear. "Um, sitting would be good," she says, her voice almost disappearing under the club music. "Or lying. Or... he says he needs to eat, too, and I think he passed out a bit..." Her voice drifts off more than ends.
Jerusalem grunts quietly, pushing herself up against the wall so that she'd stand up straight. "Some stuff went down that I really ain't well equipped to deal with, besides, best to keep on the move. For the record, I ain't going home." She shrugged, it was plain as that. Though, at the mention of Fangbangers, she couldn't help but shake her head, sniggling quietly. Even though she wasn't in a laughing mood, it was still funny. "You know, at this point, I'm heading that route. Not.. fucking the dead, but.. fuck them."
James Binks-Rakosi grunts as he's propped up, a strain befalling his face. He didn't have much left, but these were strangers... he couldn't let his glamour fall. He couldn't. they couldn't know. He screwed up enough tonight. "....vampire... fed..." he manages to say as he tried to point at his lip. Tried operative word. ".....starving....."
Lanier Cerise nodded, "I'll carry him over to the couch." She moved over to the guy and knelt down near him. "Hey, I'ma pick you up and put you on the couch to rest and wait for your friend to get here ok?" She frowned at his words but just nodded as she reached out to pick him up. Laner caried im over to the nearby couxches.
Jehan Rakosi blinked down at the irritating ring of the small red phone where it balanced on the table where he set his paints. Bink had set it to a terrible happy song . Something about a candy mountain. and also turned on the vibrate as a tease. So now it sat there shaking and singing against his palette. Wiping off paint spattered fingers he finally picked it up and poked at the green button before lifting it to his ear" Dia duit! Did you forget something love?"
Deoridhe jumped as someone actually answered, and tries to yell over the music. “Um, hi. Is this Dehand?” She watches worriedly as Lanier helps James over to the couch, trailing after them. “Um...I think, um.... something not so good happened.”
Moving over to the wall beside Jerusalem she kicked one leg up to prop her foot against it and folded her arms over her chest, using it as the seeming prop to keep them in their crossed perch. Both brows took a hike up her brow at her kins words and then settled back in place once she adjusted them accordingly. "Yes, I would much rather be in soviet russia when it comes to that. " One hand rose and plucked a fallen hair from her sleeve, extending it out and letting it fall to the floor. Her azure gaze then took a look about the place and inwardly a wince formed at the pictures alone, she had yet to *see* present company.
James Binks-Rakosi didn't complain or fight the hwlp to the couch. He tried his best to smile and offer his thanks but mostly he tried to conserve his energy. to preserve himself.. to hide... and wait for Jehan to come for him.
Lanier Cerise gently set the guy on the couch. "Ok, what is your name and what happened? You said something about a vampire feeding? Did a vampire feed from you? Did they just attack you?"
James Binks-Rakosi "name...?" he tried to focus on the woman's words. focusing was good. " james... binks.. rakosi....I.." his voice faltered as he strained for more focus. focus binky, focus! " ...Remiel smelled blood... on jerusalem. she is blind... he was starved... was going to bite her, but I stopped him... with my wrist... he bite my lip instead....he took a whole lot... i.. duh.. son't think he's eaten in awhile."
Jehan Rakosi furrowed a brow and for a moment looked at the phone as if he could see how it was he spoke to then back to his ear again," Who is this and why do you have Bink's phone. Where is Bink?"there was a pause as her last words set in" Where are you ?"
Deoridhe yells over the music, “Um, I'm Deo, I guess... you can call me that. The guy, he had this phone and gave it to me and told me to hit send, so I did. He's ok-ish, I think, but he keeps passing out a bit and I carried him here and, oh gods there's blood...” she closes her eyes, having caught sight of the artwork on the walls, “um, we're here and he's on the couch but he's not saying much, only that he needs you, I guess? You are the right person, right?” Eyes closed, she gets bumped into the couch by a dancer and clings to it. The couch, not the dancer.
Lanier Cerise looked over to the girl holding the phone. "Tell him we are at Fang Bangers. Tell him to come here if he or she is a friend of a Bink." She looked back to Bink. "We need to take care of that wound." Lanier moved around the couch as she ripped some cloth off her shirt and began to tie up his wrist.
Jerusalem concentrated enough for her to single out the voices in the crowd, to listen to the awkward steps of the three as they headed towards the couch, and even Sabine's words to her. Shaking her head faintly, she puckers out a lip in considerable thought, and with a side lean towards Sabs she gestures in their direction. "Some idiot, emo, Lestat wanna be dipshit ate Binky-doops." Yup, she said Binky-doops. "Think he was going for me because of the wicked nosebleed I caught... and..." She gestures as she hears him tell the story. "Yeah. Anyways, I'm itching for a fight. A real knock down, drag out fight. Not one where I'd lose a fucking tooth or get a split lip. I'm talking about severed limbs and slit throats. Some medieval Nero type shit."
James Binks-Rakosi whimpered as she bandaged the wrist. it was the one he had given to jehan earlier that night..day.. he was all confused for time. his swollen lip wasn't feeling better, but he couldn't talk to well from taht bit wound either. He wasnt going to bother. He felt too weak all over. and she smelled nice. HE took comfort in that.
Sabine Vida Blinked...slowly. "Yeah...okay.." Glancing over to the couch and the cluster there she snapped her eyes back to her sister. "He looks whole to me for being eaten, you mean juiced? What's with the wings on the chick? Did I come and miss the costume party?" Sabine used to be fun loving at one point, but when the voices in your head once had bodies and were alive keep poking at you since childhood it scared the fun right the hell out of you. "Well, I am not going to inquire further save from where is Lestat and who do we hire to play the fiddle while we put the dead back where they belong?" The smile that warped her lips was not friendly, in fact it rarely ever was.
Jehan Rakosi didn't have the phone to his ear much longer than to associate the music with places that Bink might be once he heard the word blood. He did remember to at least drop it into a pocket though. Passing up the bike to jsut take to the streets. Feet could get him through the city faster with this pushing him . So it was not too long after that he was flashing through the doors at Fangbangers. A wild look in his eyes as he pushed through what people were there .
Deoridhe yells into the phone, "We're at Fangbangers. Hello? Hello?"
Lanier Cerise looked over to the door as some guy came running in. She rose up from wrapping up Bink's wrist and her shirt was torn which was where the bandage came from. "Hey dude. You came here to find a guy named Bink?"
Jerusalem bobs her head. "Juiced, ate, same thing really." The one thing she liked most about Sabine is that they were always on the same wavelength. One snapped, and a million miles away, the other did as well, then they'd call each other to share stories and laugh about it. "Who has wings?" Apparantly, she missed it too.. ah well. "I don't know. There was this dude earlier who was about when it all started, he suggested we leave, then dude just vanished. Sounds like a brick shithouse, real deep voice. Figure alls we gotta do is bring him into the fold and let dude do our dirty work. Not to mention..." She leans in close, muttering quietly. "Think we should start getting a trade going on here, pick pocketing ain't going to last too long. Town as droll as this, cheap meth and X would sell." And finance! Hello Ladies of War, they need weapons.
Jeanette had been watching all of this happening. She hurried over to the bar she worked at and picked up her bar phone. With a quick finger, she dialed the number for the Masters to tell them what was going on.
James Binks-Rakosi fell back more into the couch as he felt Lanier move and her heard speaking out to someone.. a male.... Jehan... Remiel... dear god.. a Master... too many variables. He wanted to shudder but he wasn't sure if he did. so he tried the next best thing. "...Jehan...?" his voice came out softly, but if it was him.. he'd hear.. he had to.
Jehan snapped his gaze around at the familiar voice though sight zeroed in on Lanier as she said Bink's name and he made himself slow down to move her direction " looking down to see the blonde on the couch he crouched near him and touched a hand to his cheek with a frown. " I'm here Bink . "
Hikaru Mekanic had just curled up in his and Aydryan's apartment, on one of their very comfortable couches, with one of his favorite books, when his phone rang. He picked it up and answered it after seeing the FB bar number then shot to his feet as Jeanette explained the situation. "Bink?! Shit." The phone hung up as he rushed toward the door only to hit his shin on the coffee table and swore under his breath about moving the furniture again, then made it to the door. It was quick in his own fashion how he arrived at Fang Bangers, pulling himself out of the grate and then pushing open the heavy steel door, his eyes scanning for the group of gawkers he knew would be forming around this little scene.
Deoridhe nearly jumps out of her skin as Jehan moves past her, still yelling into the phone, "Hello? Are you there?" Her eyes are tightly squeezed shut and her other hand is white knuckled on the back of the couch.
Lanier Cerise backed out of the way and moved behind the couch as she looked to the woman. "Um. I think he's here." She tapped the woman's shoulder and pointed to the other man that had jsut shown up.
"I want to meet the vanishing man first before I even fathom bringing anyone into...Business with us." The flash in her eyes was a glimmer of life that just as quickly fade as she leaned into Jeru's whisper and nodded slightly. "I will let you handle the finance, let me handle the trade." The mere thought of some form of weapons shipment and rounds full of salt, lead, iron, and water of the "blessed" sorts had her inwardly gleeing. If they were so...Untrained here as to try and attack her kin, then she would gladly step up to put the beasties on a leash, or in their graves.
James Binks-Rakosi felt that touch and smiled a moment. Moments later the scent came to him. The smell of Jehan. of safety and security. And even as that hit, the realization of all that transpired. His eyes teared up as he pouted as best as the bitten, swollen lip would manage. "Jehan.. i... i'm sorry!... he wanted to bite Jerusalem.. he was hungry.. I.. i wasn't thinking and.. i didn't mean to... I just didn't want her hurt.... i'm so sorry I ruined everything..."
Jerusalem gritted her teeth as she heard James' pleas to Jehan. If she was never touched, she probably wouldn't have bled. And if her head wasn't on fire long after, she probably would have dealt with it, at least so that it wouldn't have gone as far as it did. "Mmmhmm..." She mutters, then slips a hand into her back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, rubberbaned and rolled up tight. "Here's the start." She couldn't count money, but damn it, she knew how to keep it and knew when it felt light. "All it takes is finding him again, which shouldn't be too hard. Either way, I want part in dusting that fanged son of a bitch. Or at least keep his choppers as a souvinier (sp?)."
Jehan scowled leaning close almost as if sniffing at Bink. Eyes narrowed as he took in that bruised and bitten lip and he nearly growled," Who did it? Who laid a fang on you and in such a manner? Was this one you recognised?" His own anger boiled about him on a level that and close could almost taste.
Deoridhe opens her eyes wide, glancing at Lanier, then where she's pointing, then dropping to sit on the arm of the couch. "Oh, you're ...Dehand, or Jehand?" she asks, voluntarily blinding herself again before peering at him through narrowed lashes. She alternates between looking and not, trying to not see the pictures on the wall behind him. “Um... there was this guy... a vampire. He bit him, I think. He was trying to help, um.... This other girl.” In the confusion, she seems to have missed that Jerusalem followed them and was now busily discussing drug trade and violence. “I think he needs a steak,” she adds. “Or something.” She adds, near the end, “He spoke French?”
Lanier Cerise sighed as she looked down to the poor guy who was so obviously shaken by something along with being fed on bay a vamp. She looked to her now shorter sleeve and frowned.
Hikaru saw Jeanette pointing toward the couches and nodded making his way there and ignored the side comment from the woman near the door... for the moment. He moved up to the couch, rounding a few onlookers and stopping seeing Jehan was with him. Jeanette was already coming from the bar with orange juice, cheese and crackers. "French?" He looked between Jehan and Bink while Jeanette set the snacks on the table just behind Jehan. "Half of us speak French, or Spanish... can you be any more specific? Describe him?" He was looking at the woman with the wings now though making quick glances to the two opposite the couch from him.
Sabine Vida's eyes dropped to the money and then rose back to her sister. She trusted her with the money, but she was better at guaging people...Maybe. Where social skills lacked violence and loathing easily picked up. "If he was making some kind of offer he meant to keep I am sure he will be back around. Once I find what we need I will gladly let you know what I need from that wad of funds and we can teach people how to fellate metal...The right way." A slow wink to her sister and she rocked her head back to lean against the wall, the crown pressing there as lids fell to a close. "So, not going back. What's the warrant for...And of all places you place us two steps closer to hell?" Now the smile seemed something a bit more genuine, but it did not sever off the morbidity beneath.
James Binks-Rakosi reached out to hold Jehan even as his eyes watered to cry. "... i offered! ... I didn't think... i know i can't... but he wanted to bite jerusalem!! her nose was bloodied and he got so hungered...he... i know that look.. its /that/ look.... i don't like that look, Jehan... i offered my wrist though... but he didn't take it... remiel.... he .. he took me in his arms to-- i...i swear I did-... I didn't mean to do it.. i'm so.. so sorry..." and there he went crying
Deoridhe starts again as another voice comes clearly. "Um..." At least this one comes from the side, so she can look away and look at him fully, though she does squint a little and blink when this one has that weird glow, too. Does everyone here have it? "He was wearing black..." she offers, "but... all of us are. Um... he called him," she gestures toward James, "Mon cher, and said something about how he was sorry. And the girl new him. She had a blindfold, and, um...." She sinks into herself a little, "He acted like he knew him," she finishes, pointing to james again, "but it really upset him, and I'm not sure why, I mean... he said yes, then no, so... he should have stopped, right?"
Jehan sat there watching Bink for a moment until it finally registered that he was blaming himself for it and that anger chilled away. Lifting cool hands to rest them on Bink's cheeks he shook his head . " If it was that look .. then that one...Remiel... is at fault. Unless he was under orders to not feed...and after even we were given the card to the service I do not believe that can be true. So its his fault for letting himself get near frenzy ..You cannot be giving yourself to others. Do you understand why they were upset that you were with me, Bink?
Lanier Cerise looked over seeing that Hikaru had shown up. But how..? She watched as Jeanette came over with the prepared items. Ah. Lanier looked back to Bink on the couch. Her expression grew sad. He was so scared. "Remiel?" She looked to Hikaru then figuring he would know.
Jerusalem had that immediate sense of unease as she stood against the wall, nodding her head towards Sabine then replying in kind. "Best customers are the ones that live in the fifth level of hell. Besides, much more entertaining than the burbs." And a lot more risk too. She knew that, and didn't care. She was blind and reckless, with a mouth to boot. Girl would talk shit to a toddler if she knew that it would get her somewhere. With a heave, she rolls to put her back against the wall, sliding down just a bit. "I got a ton of ideas. Ever since I came here, the down and outs need a savior." She wasn't talking about the man upstairs, she meant bringing them closer to their end. She was in that mood. "Give 'em what they want at the highest price. Metals. Sand.." She paused for a second, catching a bit of the conversations here and there. She wanted less talk and more action, at that point, but was slowly cooling down.
Hikaru 's eyes snapped to Bink when he heard the name, then Jehan, watching his face very carefully. He looked down, frowning at the top of the back of the couch for a moment before lifting his eyes to Jehan again. "I'm sorry Jehan... Bink. But this is my fault. I had not given him permission to feed in our territory yet. I had thought... " he stopped shaking his head. "It doesn't matter what I thought at the time. I owe you both for my own mistake." When he made a mistake, he stood up to them, admitted them and faced the consequences. He was already angry with himself, his silent words to his companion held that much.
Deoridhe finally decides to shift to a proper seat, moving with the sort of slowness characteristic of shock. She watches Bink closely as the food is placed near him, gnawing on her lower lip but not saying anything. Just figiting. Over and over again.
James Binks-Rakosi aniffled and kept trying to hold onto Jehan. He needed he support. even if he felt undeserving of it. "... my blood... can't be shared. it's bad. I.. i wasn't thinking!" he sniffled again and tried his best to hide his face. "I just wanted to save Jerusalem... she's my friend. she's the only person I know that can be my friend"
Jehan sighed and slid arms around Bink . Though hands were checking him over for other bites, that weren't his own, even as he responded," No Bink. Not bad. Just ..potentially addicting..Though I am glad that you think enough of Jerusalem to sacrifice yourself for her. I shall have to get to know her." There was a pause and the faintest growled,'and mine' that was added to that. He glanced up at Hikaru and arched a brow slightly," if you don't trust him and have not bound him then feed him to the sun.. else I will .
Lanier Cerise sighed hearing the situation. She looked from person to person in this little group. "So...anything else I can do to help here?" Lanier just stood there and waited to see how she'd be receieve.
Finally opened her eyes after several very long heartbeats of thought. Her hand had come to rest back upon her gris-gris and the skull that adorned its threading, stroking over it in something akin to how Golem would the Ring. It was her precious, especially when bad tides were rising and showing by the cast of shadows over her fascade when the smile was re-born. She had spent those moments listening to the others, the cluster-fuck her sister had gestured to when she spoke of her timely rescue from the other walking dead. "You wont have to feed him to anything." They could join him, or enjoy the show, whether they heard her or not was not her concern, but the look to periphery where her sister stood said it all.
Hikaru nodded to Jehan, glancing at Lanier. "I'm not sure yet." Before his attention was drawn tot he voice behind and to the side of him, his head turning to look at her a moment. "What do you mean? He broke the laws." Though he wasn't necessarily talking about human laws, there were some fairly big ones Remiel had already broken. He didn't know her and his face clearly showed it.
Deoridhe whispers, "Feed him to the sun?" Her eyes go very wide and she looks between Jehan and Hikaru before looking back at Bink. Either her naiveté is showing again, or she's forgotten not to look into the faces of Vampires, 'cause she's not avoiding their eyes. "But, he felt bad about it...." she says weakly. "He was worried about him, wanted us to take care of him." Her voice is soft enough to be missed, but the need to protest is also there.