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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Nov 30, 2019 18:53:23 GMT 1
".....oh ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat, seven hundred hungry weans'll testify, to that. If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or pan, The odds against it reaching earth are ninety-nine tae wan....," sang an Irish man in his thick Irish accent. The man was lying supine on his bed, his bowler hat was tilted forward, covering his eyes, legs crossed, and right hand waving in the air rhythmically to the tune. The particular resident was quite happy. He did after all have a full belly at the moment. Now that was a peculiar thing if one knew Niall Hagerty, but he was a brand spanking new resident at Manson. Who was to suspect he had a nearly drained body on his bedroom floor, nearly curled up in the feeble position on the opposite side of his bed. Niall could have drained the girl dry, but there was just something about hearing those last struggling heartbeats that made his night. It had all been a coincidence really. Niall had been quietly pacing his room, thinking of all the ways he'd figure out where his vampire had last been seen, who had killed her, and why. It wasn't often he had clear thoughts, but the quiet had done him some good. Or maybe he'd just gotten bored. They'd decided to let him out for breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or whatever one wished to call it. Niall didn't know, he just knew that it was night time. He had refused repeatedly to drink from those disgusting blood bags and had been ready to make a fuss when some conflict had started in the hallway. Niall's guard had gone to assist, telling him to remain put. The vampire was a grown man and he was hardly one to be told what to do. He'd easily snatched up one of the residents and forced her to walk quietly to his room. He'd been given a blade by some white haired woman, a sort of welcoming gift she had called it. Niall had been pleased. That blade had pressed into the back of his victim to ensure her compliance, although the result was the same, she was going to die, and he was going to enjoy knowing that he was the cause. And thus we are here. He sang his tune without a care in the world. His bedroom door ajar, but not too much. He'd just wanted some fresh air. Closed doors made him feel a little claustrophobic. You never knew when someone was going to just open up a non-existent window and burn you to death. Maybe that was just the paranoia peaking through. Tags: LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN FREDDY 'FRITZ' PERKINS I just tagged them because we talked about them, but it's whoever you want. ^_^ In the words of Jigsaw, "Let the games begin."
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Dec 2, 2019 17:52:41 GMT 1
Lottie had been wandering the halls a little aimlessly for the last few hours, she'd woken up naturally and not to the sounds of a crying child and that alone was strange for her. Luna was under the care of Fabian for a couple of days, or so she'd been said, she was just fine with that, just fine. Or she'd thought she would be anyway, she found herself bored and missing the small girl, she felt lonely. This was the reason why she'd wanted to keep the baby in the first place, so she'd have somebody to depend upon her. It turns out that she may not be quite ready to have somebody depend upon her quite that much.. The responsibility was a little overwhelming for somebody like her. But without the child she felt lost. She just needs a friend, however she's not quite sure where all of her friends are. Locked up someplace probably, they're too silly for their own good.
She'd watched the conflict in the hall from around a corner, a wicked little grin on her lips as she peered around the edge to watch the two residents go at each other. She could smell blood upon the air and she giggled from her crouched position when a handful of hair was grabbed by one and a fist slammed into the others face, they were so stupid. Who fights in full view of the cameras? Where anybody could lay eyes upon them and guards would break it up so quickly? What a waste of some good fun. Speaking of the guards though, she looked up and smiled innocently when a couple came running down the hall towards the brawl, they barely even glanced at her. She wasn't causing an issue.. But they might question her afterwards and there was no way she wanted that. So she stood back to her feet, keeping close to the wall so she could peer with one eye at the scene. And then she disappeared down the hall where the guards had come from, humming to herself with a slight skip in her step now. Cheered up a little.
And it seemed that things would continue to be interested as the scent of blood hit her sensitive nose all over again, a different scent, a different girl. And a vampire? Ooh, naughty naughty! Any chance that she could get to reprimand a vampire was one she was going to grab with both hands. This was something she wouldn't be able to do if she had her daughter with her, so suddenly she was grateful for her alpha's interference.
She heard the voice, of course she did, she ignored the warning bell in the back of her mind though (as usual) and pushed open the partially opened door to jump on into the room with a bright grin on her face. A grin that faded almost instantly, almost comically as her gaze settled on the man reclining on his bed. She knew him.. Didn't she? A flurry of memories assaulted her all at once but they ran off of her conscious mind like water off a duck's back. Suddenly conscious that she was just stood there just staring at him she spoke, "I know you.."
Because she did. But she didn't. Lottie doesn't recognise much and this man was something from the before, which hurt to think about. Made feelings she tries so hard to ignore and shove down begin to boil to the surface whenever she lingers too long upon it.. It almost seemed like a bad dream at times, a nightmare that was long since over. But how could part of her nightmare be before her like this? Needless to say, as soon as he makes a move, perhaps even just to look at her, the wolf within her would release an audible whimper. Lottie might not be smart enough to be scared but the wolf worked off of the primal instincts in her brain, it already knew to be wary.
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Dec 4, 2019 14:46:00 GMT 1
His singing came to a slow stop as his door opened and a woman stepped in. Her recognition of him was equal on his end in regards to her. That bright grin upon her face warmed his very soul. He'd never seen that look upon her face in the eleven years that they had been together. She'd always been...broken? Could he use that word? No, he needed something more to describe what she'd been. Hopeless? In agony? Yes, those would all do just fine. Her pitiful state of being had been delicious in every sense of the word. As her grin faded, a smile crossed his face. That was more like it. He rose upwards and propped himself up on his elbows. "And I know you," he spoke.
Admittedly he didn't think it would be so easy to find her. He'd thought her dead and to know that she was alive eased the paranoia that had been eating away at his mind. "....For you are blood of my blood, but not of my flesh. It was I who delivered upon you the kiss of death and breath life back into you. You are my child, my daughter, my friend, mine." Niall let an almost joyous laugh escape him. "I've been searching for a long time to find you, Lottie." He looked up at her, examining her. "I was under the impression that you have perished. I was....worried." He was, but not of her safety, but because he thought he was losing everything that belonged to him. "I could no longer feel you," he paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his mind, "but even now you are distance. There's barely a connection left. Are you but a figment of my imagination, a ghost perhaps?" He shook his head, clearly puzzled by this lack of understanding.
"I can hear your heartbeat." The single statement was filled with despair and malice. She smelled different too. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. "Are you not mine?" It was not a rhetorical question either. He could feel the smallest pull in the back of his mind, a small tugging on an invisible string that linked them, but it wasn't like the others. The man with the tattoos lifted his hat up some, staring at her with blue eyes before he pointed to the opposite end of the bed. "Shall we share a meal? Her heart beats faintly, but I shall leave her to you."
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Dec 4, 2019 20:00:18 GMT 1
That voice. The colour from her cheeks just drained away and she took an involuntary step backwards nervously, her hand rising to grip the material of her shirt right above her heart. Other than Luna she considered that her most precious gift, something she needed to protect at all costs, her heartbeat. Everything had been so silent before Manson, the screams, the shouting, the gargling breath of those she killed, they were all background noises compared to the hollow emptiness within her and there was no way she was going back to something like that. To belonging to somebody like him. To have to face even one more day of body wrenching agony wouldn't be a step backwards for her, it'd be more like pushing her off of the precipice she balances so cautiously upon on a daily basis.
Something caught her tongue for the longest time, she couldn't do nothing but stand, stare and listen, like a deer in the headlights waiting for the strike to come. In this case she didn't think he was going to strike her, he seemed relaxed where he was and if he tried to move, well, she wasn't so sure that she'd just stand there and let him approach. A big, big part of her wanted to throw herself onto this man and drive his nasal bones into his brain. His laughter made her flinch though despite those previous words of those having soothed a small, small part of her. Lottie had no family, nothing she could remember and he'd called her 'daughter'. What did that exactly mean? She's not desperate enough to think she'd mean anything to him now, she never had before. He'd worried too? How many times had she wished somebody to worry for her? It was too late now. His words meant nothing to the more defined part of her personality.
Still, she slowly ended up approaching the bed warily, "somebody breathed real life into me.. They took away the nightmares and the pain, they took away the endless drum drum drumming." The endless sound of other people's heartbeats had been a taunting reminder of what she no longer had, it sparked a constant frenzied desire for her to quieten those taunting hearts, that need was no longer there now. She just finds herself irritated over other things and not with quite the same deadliness as before. The dark haired woman looked down at the foetal positioned woman and cocked her head to the side. She hadn't been drained like she had, a memory she still can't grasp, so that made her food. Not a friend. Just food. Not food for her either despite Niall leaving her to her. Lottie's nose scrunched up in distaste and she circled around the bed to kneel upon the edge of the mattress nearer him, bending just enough to look into those blue eyes.
She remembered those eyes.. She remembers staring into those eyes as she drank down the life he offered her. Desperation to live had fuelled her then. But now? She didn't need anything from him, "no," she smiled wistfully, "maybe once upon a time I could have been, maybe if you hadn't let them hurt me, let them starve me, let me rip people apart when they felt like feeding me," the longer she spoke the more the memories swam to the surface and a snarl began to marr her expression, angering darkening the similar pale blue eyes of her own eyes, "you shared me, let them do what they did and did nothing, abandoner. Monster. Useless. Stupid, murdering, vampire!"
In the next second she'd draw her arm back and try to slam the heel of her palm between those eyes of his, determined to basically try and fry his mind like her gift had done to her over and over again. She'd never died, so neither would he. And if she broke his nasal bridge in the process what did she care? She didn't.
Of course, she hadn't taken into account that she was quite a bit slower since she'd regained her heartbeat.
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Dec 6, 2019 4:05:00 GMT 1
The longer he looked at her the more apparent it became that this was not the Lottie he knew. This woman that stood before him had been his at one point in time, but something had changed. Niall had never paid much attention to changes in details because time was such a fleeting thing when you were immortal, but this was not something he could miss. His connection with Lottie had nearly been severed, hanging on by a thread that felt like it would snap at any given moment. It brought about a sense of panic in him. Her heartbeat when he'd been the one to stop it and now he could see the color draining from her cheeks. For a brief moment he remembered her as she had been. One of them. A member of the undead. He quickly shoved the thought down before he could lose his grasp on reality. Lottie was still dead. She's still dead, he told himself frantically.Vampirism is irreversible. But here she was, living proof, literally!
He beckoned to her again when she took a step back. "Don't run." He'd hunt her down if she did. Niall had not come to take Lottie away from this place, he'd only wanted to find out what had happened. He thought he'd lost her, like the others. Every severed link had been painful in a sense. Not physically, but a raw emotion that Niall could not explain. It wasn't the sense of losing something that belonged to him, but rather like a piece of himself had stripped away. He'd felt....exposed the first time it had happened. Niall hadn't liked it. He wanted it to stop because he could not mentally grasp his mind around the fact that the very beings he'd made meant something to him on a level he could not understand nor control. Niall cherished every ounce of control that he had over his life and others.
There was some comfort in her reactions every time he spoke. Her backing away, her flinching. It reminded him a lot of the times they had been together. He hadn't been the one to chose her for a blood bag, he'd merely just been in the right place at the right time when she'd tried to electrocute them all to death. He'd been hurt and amazed all at the same time. He'd instantly thought her brilliant, useful. He'd asked permission to turn her and permission had been granted. She had been another trophy to add to his collection.
As the dark haired woman approached his bedside Niall fell quiet. No part of him assumed that she would actually attack him. "Real life," he breathed. "What is life when death is at every corner, watching, waiting." He couldn't understand why anyone would want to live a mortal life when you could have everything your heart desired when you were eternal. Then she spoke of nightmares. Niall vaguely remembered nightmares. He'd had plenty as a child when he'd been living under Viktor's watchful eye. The nightmares had long passed, so did the man who'd caused them. Niall had personally killed Viktor with his own two hands once he'd been turned. He'd enjoyed watching the man struggle under his grip, clawing helplessly at him. The vampire could have snapped the man's neck without any effort, but he'd wanted Viktor to suffer, to feel what he'd felt. Fear.
Pain was the next thing that Lottie mentioned. Niall didn't comprehend pain like everyone else. He enjoyed it, because for him, pain was as close to feeling alive as one got as a vampire. Maybe love, but Niall had never loved anyone or anything. He wasn't even sure he loved himself. He watched her kneel, their eyes meeting. He waited for an answer that would have eased a tightness in his chest if he'd still been living. Lottie's blatant rejection of his ownership was almost as bad as losing a vampire to the true death. He was no longer smiling. He heard the remainder of her words, but Niall was struggling to make sense of them. Nothing mattered anymore, because Lottie was no longer his. She'd said so herself. He'd lost another and he might just lose his mind with the knowledge.
He felt the weight of her palm and the force of his gift against his face. Niall fell back onto the bed, his gaze on the ceiling. Lottie probably would have been better off just insulting him instead of trying to physically hurt him. The pain had done nothing but ground him. "Her heart isn't beating anymore," he said off handedly. "But I have no use for her, not like with you." He turned his head, his eyes rolling upwards so that he could see Lottie clearly. "I don't remember you being so defiant, Lottie. Has a beating heart given you some flare?" He looked almost somber. "Death robs you of a lot of things," he spoke in his heavy accent, "but pain reminds us that we are still here, still alive in a way." As if that justified why he'd let them hurt her. "Did it not make you stronger? For when I met you, you were nothing but a bag of flesh containing the vital life source that we feast upon to fill our bellies. But I chose you." He raised a hand to her. "Is that not enough?"
In his head, she should be grateful. He could have never chosen her and instead drained her dry with his companions. In his head, she wouldn't be here today without him. In his head, he could have kept letting them use her to this very day, but he'd let her go free. In his head, she was right about pain and hunger, but in the end, she would never have to know either. In his head, he thought himself a savior when she called him a monster.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Dec 8, 2019 11:40:07 GMT 1
Memories slowly trickled back into her mind, thoughts she'd usually block and distract herself from given the chance but here and now with this man before her she couldn't do that. Even his scent was something that stuck with her, cloying and giving her more vivid flashback visuals of moments filled with nothing but confusion and fear. Her only real saving grace here was the lack of connection that he'd also noticed, there was something there, something that drew her too him but it was something she felt she could swat out of the way, like an irritating brush of a cobweb, not something that she would cling too and wish upon something to happen. Like she was certain she had done time upon time before. There would be no desperate pleading in her eyes now, not after everything she's come through.
'Don't run.'
Her next backward step faltered and she grounded herself with a clenching of her jaw, why should she run? She could, he had absolutely no way of ordering her to do a single thing anymore. But, she didn't want him thinking she was afraid of him, despite the adrenaline that coursed through her veins at the sight of him and upon hearing that voice she was not afraid.. Was she? She didn't think so, she was afraid of what him being here might mean. They couldn't take her back to that place, he couldn't hurt her anymore. She had a band, the thin green band around her wrist tracked her movements and would keep her safe and secure. And if anything did happen she'd just release the pent up electricity within her that made her bones feel like they were vibrating subtley beneath the pressure. Puppy would come then.. He always came then. Tht thought was more reassuring to her than anything else right now. Of course she was forgetting that the man had her daughter and most likely would be busy.
Death is at ever corner watching..? That just made her want to stick her fingers into his eyes and cause him never to watch for anybody living or dead ever again, he was death to her. He'd taken her life from her, which was something she no longer had the capacity to really understand but counsellors had tried to make her realise she'd had a life before her imprisonment, that she'd had a family, a career, a purpose. They had tried to help her find a purpose again but that all seemed superfluous when she was quite content just living life freely in the care of this place. This was her home, the people here the only dysfunctional family she needed. It reminded her of the hell she'd come from in some was, there were people to watch out for, certain people to be especially nice too, but here there was no pain. There was no starvation.. Her fingers twitched a little but she didn't try to pry them into his eye sockets. Not yet at least.
Defiant. She snorted a little, it was unladylike but she'd heard that term before and it meant being stubborn? Or something, either way it wasn't a good thing and she resisted the urge to just smack him between the eyes again. That hadn't seemed to have done anything other than bring her closer to him. She was within grasp and she knew this, but she wouldn't withdraw, she didn't want to be grabbed in the vicelike grip she vaguely remembers him having. Emotions, both good and bad swirled within her, everytime fear and anger tried to settle there'd be the distant spark of hope breaching the horizon. What was he saying to her? His hand rose and against her better judgement she lowered her face to it, brushing her cheek against his palm for all of three seconds before she pulled back a little, whimpering against the myriad of thoughts that mingled with her, she looked almost lost for a moment.
"They say it broke my mind, broke my spirit, made me.. Made me crazy," she barked out a brief burst of laughter that ended with her smiling brightly once more, a somewhat crazed glimmer in her eyes because this was all too much for her. Processing this would take a while, some quiet time, possibly a run through the forest if allowed. For now, her mind shut off rational thought and she just acted on how her instincts wanted her too. Which began by her shoving the girl off the end of the bed and onto the floor with a heavy thump, "I'm a bag of flesh again. A great big warm, pulsing bag of flesh that you can't touch. Because I'm strong. I'm strong and if you hurt me, if you try and fill your belly with me then I'll return the favour. But I promise you this," she glanced back over her shoulder at him, baring her teeth in a dangerously wicked little smile, "I'll rip away something you'll miss if you so much as try."
Brave words for somebody who's likely to freak the hell out if he did try and raise a hand against her.
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Dec 8, 2019 20:07:56 GMT 1
It hadn't occurred to him that he should try and command her. He'd been too flabbergastered by the color that had returned to his cheeks. He vaguely remembered what she'd looked like as a human, but it had been rather similar. Her faltering steps and clenched jaw were all signs that he still had some control over her, at least in his mind. Niall would have laughed if Lottie had voiced aloud that some green wristband would protect her. That could have easily been amended. He would have simply taken off that arm and moved right along in his plans. Who was going to stop him from getting what he wanted? No one. He'd cut them all down or die trying. "Warm," was the only thing he said as her cheek brushed against his hand. She was alive and that equally pained him. He had taken her life and given her a new one and she'd somehow thrown it all away for some heartbeat. Anger bubbled to the surface. He had options. He could have hit her or snatched a handful of that dark hair. He could have snapped her fragile neck or drained her dry, but he didn't want any of that. Not yet. First, he needed to know how. He needed to know how she'd come back to life so he could snuff out whatever force had taken her away from him. He shook his head slowly. "Why be normal when you can be extraordinary." Her bright smile once more caught him off guard. If he'd have found her as a vampire and seen such a smile he'd have been almost proud, but now he just felt...he couldn't describe it. He didn't like this Lottie. He had been as responsible for her 'broken spirit' as the others because he had lacked a sense of responsibility for her, but he didn't see her as strong like this. He saw her as someone who had betrayed him. He ignored the limp body as it fell to the ground, his attention was all for Lottie. "Don't threaten me, Lottie." His tone was sharp. "I took your life once, I can do it again." And this time he would not bring her back. He would let the blood drain from her body until her heartbeat for the last time and then he would leave her there like some discarded toy. Lottie had already taken away something he would miss. Things that belonged to him had disappeared and now Lottie stood before him, bold and defiant unlike when he'd first met. She was no longer a feeble, cowering child. She was alive and 'strong'. She was whole again and he was left with a feeling of emptiness so great that he could have choked on it. He would have welcomed her with open arms if she'd begged to come back to him, but she hadn't. She'd blossomed like some wicked flower in the bitterest winter. Niall sat up completely, moving into a crouched position on his bed. "Won't you come back," he asked quietly. "You can stay here, but come back to me." Would he be plagued for all eternity with a nearly severed link in the back of his mind? He was not going to crawl to the edge of the bed. It would have looked like he was groveling and Niall Hagerty did not grovel. He stayed crouched, his hat tilted slightly to the side. "How did you become this way," he asked. "Who gave you a third life?" She reminded him of a cat, with so many lives to spare. If she rejected him again would have to kill her six more times? A smile blossomed on his lips at the thought. Wouldn't that just be satisfying? Six different ways to kill her, each one more satisfying than the last, each one more painful, slower. He wanted to test the theory. Violence was something he knew well and to inflict it upon another was a feeling that could not be matched. It made him feel in control, powerful, and right now he was feeling powerless. Someone had to pay.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Dec 21, 2019 18:25:25 GMT 1
Of bloody course she was warm, she would have pointed that out if she cared too but instead her gaze just narrowed slightly as if she thought him stupid. She was proud of her warmth, she gained it from sprawling out in the sun at any chance she got, or so she thought. Anatomy and it's workings aren't exactly something that she's very aware of, this man couldn't step into the sunlight so of course he was cold. She almost compared him to the moonlight that he was forced to live under, her mind logic saying that it was cold compared to the heat of the sun but she loves the moonlight just as she does the sun. The wolf within her loves it. She doesn't want to compare him to anything she feels even slightly fond of, it'd only end up confusing her even more than she already felt.
She doesn't want to be anything but what she is, normal or extraordinary wasn't for somebody like him to decide the definition of.. She didn't like this man in the slightest, she had no good memories of him, she'd had nothing but hopes that she'd be saved by him, taken away from the torturous life she had endured but he had never helped her. If anything she'd felt nothing through the bond that had bound them other than indifference. Or had there even been that? She can't remember any warmth, any acceptance, any feeling that she would like to relive again, other than that of utter bliss when they threw a human into her cage. Then she'd feel something, that exceptional rush of life draining from them to herself. Lottie had found her bliss and happiness in the flood of blood from her victims. From nowhere else. Now? Well, now she had the forest and the sun and the Pack. Well, Fabian at least. She had a sort of delusionally close connection to the alpha male.
A low growl rumbled through her chest at the sharp tone from the vampire and the threat was unmistakable, "you took my life and I stole it back," kind of. Not really. She'd been bumbling through life as a bloodthirsty monster quite contently until that fateful night in the forest when fur sprouted for the very first time, "I could do that again.. I could be good, once upon a time I'd love to have been told I was good. But now.. Now, no, no.. You left me." Of course, if he did what he hadn't said and left her bleeding and useless like the woman upon the floor she'd never be able to do anything again.. But then Lottie has been through so much that it's not really out of place for her to believe that she's untouchable in a lot of ways. Certainly not able to be killed so easily, especially by some vampire she already believes she's bested. She's not his, she's not anybody's.
Mostly because nobody will lay claim to her, nobody takes much responsibility for her other than staff that are paid too.. Instead she develops connections to people that are entirely unhealthy. Like with Zack, he's her saviour. He's hers. And she knows something like Niall would drink him dry, or attempt too. How long did it take a vampire to drain a person? Long enough for her to shift and rip at his limbs? She couldn't be too sure. It was best she kept her Zack a secret.. The she wolf's face softened a little bit when he crouched and quietly asked her to return to him.. Return to what though? What had he offered her in the first place, what had he ever given her? A fake connection to a man who felt nothing for her but ownership. But even then he was horrifically neglectful. Wasn't he?
She ignored his request of an answer as to what had happened to her, instead her gaze trailed over his crouched form and she smirked coldly, "beg me," she said shortly, she wanted that satisfaction to remember for however long she had left to live, "crawl over here like they made me crawl and beg me for the answer like I begged so often, then maybe I'll tell you." Maybe, she had no intentions whatsoever on giving up Zack to him, "why do you want to know anyway? Are you jealous?" She can't blame him, nobody appreciates the dietary requirements of the dead.. And everything was so quiet and yet too loud at the same time. It was confusing. Now she had an internal 'voice' that filled the void. Her and her wolf are very much one.
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Dec 28, 2019 3:01:50 GMT 1
Warm bodies equaled food without discrimination. Niall had fed upon the lowest of the low, humans, pets, rats. Whatever it took to survive, because that was what he was, a survivor. He'd crawled his way from the depths of poverty to the man he was now. Not rich, but not poor. In death, he had found freedom and he gave those around him the same, time and time again if they had been worthy. To think that at one point he'd thought her worth being part of his family. To think that he'd given her a life that would hold endless memories. Joy. Pain. Everything! And she had thrown it all away. It was blasphemy. SHE was blasphemy.
Niall had very few people that he was willing to actually share his life with, Lottie had not been one of them. Perhaps if she came back to the dark side of the world, then he would welcome her into his inner circle. He briefly wondered what Amalee would think of that. It was such a fleeting thought, but for a brief moment, he remembered the wonders of having someone close, someone that he could truly call his, in more than just creator and creation. Niall had never known love, or rather he'd never accepted it or given it in return, but the red haired countess and her emerald green eyes had thawed some cold part of him, but that was many years before Lottie had ever been born. Then there had been Ryker, who had been met an untimely death under the sun. Those memories were even more fleeting. Two years had felt like seconds. Niall remembered almost fondly the bloodshed that had followed Ryker's death. Had there been others? No? Yes? Maybe? He couldn't remember, because in all his years, those were the only two notable vampires in his life, both his creations, both his in every which way. He didn't want Lottie in every which way, he didn't need her to thaw the coldness, but he'd welcome her to the circle that only a few had been granted the opportunity to enjoy. Like Amos and Liza and Olivia.
Her growled made him bear fangs. He sniffed the air and the scent evoked an emotion he usually only got when pain was involved: pleasure. "I know what you are," he spoke, a sort of sing-song lift in his voice. "Wolf." How had a wolf turned Lottie from dead to living? He leaned forward, his hat tipping ever so slightly, his smile widening. He was going to slaughter every wolf on these grounds. He would rip them limb from limb until there was nothing more than a dismembered carcass. He didn't need her to tell him anything. Although, he would have liked to know the one who turned her into this mutt that stood before him. For that was the one who he intended to make suffer the most. "Let me turn you, Lottie." Niall rarely asked permission, but maybe he wasn't really asking at all. Maybe he was simply giving her the option of doing things the easy way or the hard way.
Did she just tell him to beg? Whatever had kept him calm over the course of their conversation had faded with those two words. There was no disbelief, no shock, no confusion. Just a flip of the switch and he was standing to his full height atop the bed. Her continued words reached his ears, but they were incoherent over the rage that manifested. He was in front of her, his hand raised to backhand her with enough force to leave her sprawled on the floor. If he was successful, he'd follow her to the ground and grasp that tiny, fragile neck of hers in one hand.
"I do not beg," he told her, his voice cold as winter. "I am not a jealous man, nor will I ever be, Lottie. You have mistaken me for someone else if you think for a second that I won't end this wretched mortal life that you cling to so desperately. I would happily kill you a thousand times over and enjoy every moment. You are but a bag of flesh containing a vital life source, but I will drain you dry and watch that cocky little light fade from those precious eyes." Niall gave a harsh laugh. "To think, I came here with the intent to be civil, and yet you've turned me into something wild, savage. Unhinged," he breathed.
Her beating heart had annoyed him at first, but in all his rage that annoyance had turned to hunger. Not necessarily hungry because he needed it, but because he wanted it. It was his for the taking if he so chose. Yes, he would happily take it.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Jan 6, 2020 16:16:53 GMT 1
He may consider her a blasphemy, but he was the furthest thing away from anything god-like in her mind. He was closer to something devilish, a murderer, an abandoner.. She'd found other people to 'save' her now, other people she leaned on and trusted. This man was not one to trust. So it was no surprise that she didn't react fondly to his mild sing-song tone, nor his almost smug reaction to it either. He had something on his mind, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle up in warning. His hat tipped a little and she reached out to push it straight again without thought. A lot of her actions are usually impulsive, "yes. Wolf. The whitest of wolves you'll ever see. If you ever see." Because she might decide to poke him in the eyes and shoot him full of electricity. She's never done it before consciously but she'd seen exploded eyeballs in her victims before. He'd deserve something like that.
Her anger was curbed a little though, by the question he asked. Asked. She doesn't often get asked anything, people tell her to do things, or order her, they rarely ask. And she certainly hadn't expected to be asked anything by this man, not when she'd built up such a bad image of him in her mind over time. He was giving her the choice that he'd never offered her before, a choice she wasn't sure she wanted to take. In fact, she knew the answer without having to think about it.
"No.. No, I'm a better wolf than I was a vampire, I can see the sun. Do you remember the sun? It's so warm, like a radiator in the sky.." She was thinking of it when he stood to his feet. The dark haired she-wolf glanced up at him with something akin to surprise on her face for all of a moment before he stuck her. Lottie didn't let out a scream, pain was something she's experienced and embraces like a long lost friend, so instead she let out a choked laughter. It was a laugh that was silenced as that man knelt over her, his cold hand around the heated length of her throat, her pulse jumped against his fingertips but she seemed almost calm as she looked up at him, a peaceful smile on her lips even as rage burned within her eyes. The wolf within her had practically rolled onto it's back, belly up, the more submissive beast perfectly content to do exactly as the angry man says. But Lottie herself is in charge, completely and utterly. Her wolf is not her leading force.
The pale skin of her cheek held the perfect red impression of his hand from the strike but as the sting registered it just made her smile widen a little more, paired with his words she was having a grand ol' time. And if she ended up dead? Well, it was her time, obviously, but she was quite certain that she cannot die again after she'd been give a brand new lease of life.
"Unhinged.. Savage, brutal, feral, barbaric," she whispered back, she was afraid, of course she was, she knew that she could have her neck snapped easily by the man above her but that survival instinct was more deeply entwined with the power of her ability than her conscious mind and as Niall looked down at her he'd see the lightning flashing within her eyes like an incoming storm, "is civil a word you even know? Or are you using that as an excuse to simply be the monster you are? I'm allowed to be angry, I'm allowed to want some real repentence from a piece of shit like you, you left me. You stole my life and made me a monster and abandoned me to the worst of the worst and.. And.. and I-" Where was she even going with this? Emotion choked her up and she tried valiantly to ignore the memory of how very lonely she'd been in her constant life of terror but it was so very hard, especially with her pinned as she was with the object of her nightmares so close by.
Static electric sparked from her cheek as a singular tear escaped her eye, leaving a slightly reddened pathway to her hairline, "why didn't you ever come take me away?" Eleven years. Eleven years of hell and now she was here. Lottie just stared up at him, if he chose to bite her or not she couldn't stop him, but in a few moments she would unleash hell in the room, her survival instincts were screaming at her to do something other than just lay there and within moments, when her body reaches that critical point she'd unconsciously let loose enough wattage to possibly restart even Niall's long dead, shrivelled up heart.
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Mar 7, 2020 18:52:33 GMT 1
Niall would not argue with Lottie on the matter of trust. He knew he could not be trusted by any means. He was far too unreliable and self-centered to be bothered with someone placing their faith in him. If it didn't benefit him in some way, Niall didn't bother putting forth the effort it took to gain someone's trust. "If I ever see." He spoke the words slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. A white wolf. "I find it a bit ironic that you're the whitest of wolves." He would have stroked her cheek had they not been separated by the length of the bed. "You toss aside the darkness of the night to become a white wolf. Very, ironic."
No. She'd told him 'no', but it didn't anger him. Instead, he stayed put, listening to her speak. "Nothing is better than a vampire." Wolves were filthy creatures. He couldn't stop the bubbly laugh that escaped him at the thought of eradicating them all. They had stolen something from him and now they must pay with their lives, but would that be enough to suffice? "I remember," he told her without that wistful longing that some vampires got. "But it is no longer warm. It is hot, like fire. It burns the flesh from my bones, but never to ash." He raised a hand, examining the front and back, but it was flawless aside from the tattoos that he'd acquired and scares from a life before he walked in total darkness. "The pain reminds me that I am alive, but I do not miss the warmth as you do...correction, as you did." Because clearly she had missed it.
Her laughed made him smile. As sadistic as he was, he found it almost comforting to know that despite his attempt to hurt her, she could laugh through it all. "You never smiled back then," he said thoughtfully, his grip loosening just enough to allow her to speak. "It was all screams and pain, but you've changed. A good change." His mood was still sour, but his range of emotion was jumping between rage and wonder. "Are you going to shock me again," he asked. "I can see it in your eyes. A brilliant storm that promises a rare type of pain." The first time Lottie had shocked him and the crew it had hurt like hell, but it had also been the reason he'd asked to keep her as his own. To use her as he saw fit. He leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. "I know civil my dearest Lottie, for you of all people should know that I have no qualms with being a monster."
Her sudden rise of emotions puzzled him. He'd had victims go from angry to terrified, but this was different. He sat back, resting on the heels of his boots in order to avoid crushing her under his weight. "Why did I not come for you?" He searched his memories, but most were brief pictures in a puzzle that he could not put together. "They needed you." Had he wanted to take Lottie away from it all at any point? "You were mine, but they needed you. That was the agreement." He'd gotten permission to turn her, but they'd only allowed as much if they could use her electricity to power their business. There had been no set timeframe. Niall had somehow formed the idea in his mind that it was good for the vampire. That she would find strength in her own weakness. He had done as much as a human, she could do as much as a vampire. It had never occurred to him that she had needed him because at no point in his life had anyone ever needed him.
"Would you have come had I rescued you from your pain, or would you have turned your back on me as you do now?" Niall sighed. "Either way you would hate me." He used his free hand to gently wipe the spot where her tear had fallen. "Why do you cry Lottie? Are tears not reserved for pain? I'm not even hurting you." It was obvious that he couldn't distinguish the difference between physical and emotional pain. Everything emotional had died within Niall a long time agao, long before he'd been turned. Maybe anger resided, but there was no happiness, no sadness, nothing that made a person completely.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Mar 8, 2020 13:55:11 GMT 1
The image of that classic yin yang image flashed into her mind at his comparison of what she had been compared to what she was now and the woman pursed her lips rather than respond to the statement about the irony of it all. She would threaten him with the wolf, but even here and now she knew that the strength of the vampire would make that more basic, feral part of her quell into submission. She doesn't want to show him any submission, he's not puppy and he's not her boss and she'd rather believe that her wolf would gnaw at his neck like a dog with a bone. He doesn't know any different. He doesn't know her. Or so she believes anyway.
Just how much time had he spent around her? Her life is nothing more than a confusing blur from back then. Memories of her time spent in the darkness purposely stuffed into a box in her mind to save herself from bubbling insanity. It isn't a particularly good method of coping but it's all she has and so far it's working. Kind of.
There were thousands of things better than a vampire.. Her enhanced hearing and sense of smell had driven her almost completely crazy, the constant beat of people's hearts were something she found unbearable and so her aim had been to silence them whenever she could. But then that would more often than not break skin and the scent of blood was something she'd never, ever been taught to deny herself. It was no wonder she'd made for a bad vampire, the gift had only been bestowed upon her to elongate her life and ensure she'd heal night after night. Perhaps it may have been different if things hadn't been that way, but it is what it is. Niall's laughter made her quirk a brow up, what on earth was he thinking..?
"It never burned me." Even when she was a vampire, but she'd never been able to experience that particular exquisite torture, her pain had always felt cold. "I was always cold," but being beneath the ground constantly that wasn't much of a surprise. The 'room' that had been her prison had been more of a wine cellar, it hadn't exactly had central heating and often it was damp. She was more to blame for that though, the blood she spilt from the people they gave her had to be washed away before it started to stink, but they weren't exactly bothered about keeping it dry. It was hardly like she was going to catch a cold, "the sun reminds me I'm alive. It's so bright, you probably don't even remember what you're missing."
Rage and electricity simmered, not yet spilling over because regardless of the hatred and the fear she wanted to know what he had to say for himself, she didn't think for even a moment that he'd do to her what he'd done to that corpse on the floor. Plus, he was complimenting her. It was a good change in her and it was fantastic that he recognised that, he even loosened his grip upon her. She was special. Her lips quirked into a little smirk when he leant a little closer, "I can smell death on your breath," she hissed in response to his monster comment. She knew what he could be.. But she wasn't so frightened anymore, life has given her confidence in bundles.
Her emotions are unpredictable, it's why the staff of manson have had little luck in controlling her 24/7, also why she wasn't to be trusted around others despite her recent life changes. Being a mum hasn't changed her too much, she's more willing to listen, more willing to do as she's asked for rewards but perhaps a little more aggressive. But the child wasn't around. "I needed you," she spoke quietly, but why would that matter. It never had done before. Along with vulnerability came a more lucid thought process, something that would no doubt last very little time but whilst it did she seemed a mildly different person, upset, hurt, it was why she was crying. She understood the feeling, the sadness, but she couldn't comprehend the reasons why. It was confusing and difficult but there was no time to think on it, "what did they give you for me? Was it worth it?"
She doesn't know why she'd ask that, he'd obviously thought it well worth it.
If he'd saved her from that world would she have hated him? Her lip quivered a little and she let out a soft whimper, "I would have loved you," she would have loved anybody who'd have rescued her from that. But instead she'd been left, abandoned and forced to 'save' herself. Manson had been her saviour, Fabian the first person to treat her with what she thought was respect. She couldn't quite understand the difference between professional courtesy and respect, the delusional girl believes the alpha wolf to be her saviour. As for his last question, she had no idea why she was crying, she was sad, that was obvious to her but was there more to it? "I don't know," she sniffled somewhat pathetically, "but it does hurt, it hurts so much, please stop it." And with that admission her eyes squeezed shut.
She was still for only a couple of seconds but when she reopened her eyes they'd hardened, her walls back up in place and she began to thrash beneath him, her mouth opening to attempt to bite down on either his hands, arms or even his face if she could do so. She wasn't going to wilt, time to fight back. Rip his damn ears off and make him hurt. Because how very dare he touch her so gently after all of this. No.
"Get your hands off of me!"
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Post by NIALL HAGERTY on Mar 10, 2020 23:58:17 GMT 1
Violence was always on Niall's mind. There were two kinds of people in his world. Those that survived and those that deserved to die slow, painful deaths. Lottie was teeter-tottering between the two. One wrong move and he would happily end her, because why not? Would it hurt to feel her die when he could barely feel their connection as it was? Or would he feel sick for days like the time Ryker had burned? The adrenaline had kicked in back then, or rather the rage, but afterward he'd been sick like he'd caught the worse case of the flu. Oh, how he had hated the feeling that came with losing one of his own, but Lottie's death would be worth every second. He was not so disillusioned to think he would come out unscathed. She was already looking so defiant, so ready to fight that he believed she would hurt him if given the chance, but he would hurt her so much more.
"We're all cold, Lottie. We're dead." It was a matter of fact statement. It had briefly escaped him that Lottie had been locked away without the chance of viewing daylight. "Cold flesh. Cold bones. Cold souls." A pause. "If we even have souls," he added as an afterthought. He smiled a whimsical smile. "The sun does the same for me, but I cannot gaze upon it for long. I don't miss it. I hardly remember it. It's been too long. Over a hundred years too long. I was never a creature that partook in the light," he said thoughtfully. "The night was always a friend and now we are permanently entwined, until the day I die, for the very last time."
He smirked. "I just ate and it was quite filling." His gaze dropped to the pulse on her neck. "Perhaps you will taste sweeter beneath all that wolfy scent." Was she upset because he'd chosen to survive another day? Foolish little Lottie. Maybe he should have trained her better. He thought he'd done well when she'd so hungrily devoured every soul dropped for her, but perhaps he was wrong. Yes, he'd been wrong. Maybe if she'd starved a little longer she'd be more appreciative. He understood hunger, but this little vampire turned wolf didn't. That was disappointing.
'I needed you.' The words reached his ear clearly despite her whisper, but Niall was slow to process them. His expression had gone blank, almost as if Lottie was no longer there. She needed me? No one had never needed him, ever. Was Lottie telling him the truth, or was she merely telling him something he wanted to hear? His mind took him back farther than he cared to remember. He was but a lad, nameless, orphaned, unwanted, not needed. He had needed his mother back then, but the woman had given him away. He had needed his father back then, but there had been no name or face to put there. He remembered being under Viktor's wing, being favored, but at the cost of hostility from the other boys. He remembered beatings and a lack of food and when he'd turned to the one person he believed would save him, Viktor had called him weak. Niall had never been needed. Useful, yes, but needed. It was such a foreign word to him that his gripped relaxed further on Lottie's throat. He'd been looking just past her, but now his blue gaze landed on her. His eyes a mix of emotions that ran from confusion to something words could not explain because he himself did not understand it.
"No one needs me," he spoke, his words quiet, doubtful. "No one has ever needed me." None of the vampires he'd turned had needed him. Some had been grateful, but they'd never expressed a need. Some had wanted things from him, but none had ever needed anything. Niall's hand was tremble ever so lightly and he withdrew it as if Lottie's flesh were burning him. Her words had blindsided him and that alone placed doubt in his mind. All those years he'd begged for help, needed help, and when one of his own had needed him, he'd left her to the metaphorical wolves. Some logical side of him told him to apologize, but Niall didn't run on logic. He tried to formulate some sort of reasoning as to why Lottie didn't need him. "You're stronger than back then." The words came slow. "No longer weak. You didn't need me. If I had come for you, you would be weak." He couldn't make sense of it. Had he rescued her from his savage counterparts would she be a wolf today? Would she be in this place, or by his side? There were too many questions to answer.
He was silent for a moment longer when she asked him yet another question. What did he get in return? Was it worth it? "My sire wished you dead," he told her. "Thought you too dangerous, too wild." Niall looked her over once. "Nothing is too dangerous. Nothing is too wild. Why limit ourselves when we can be all we've ever dreamed of?" He stretched his arms wide before dropping them to rest of his knees. "I wanted you, blood of my blood, but only if they could use you as they saw fit." He shook his head. "You were useful. My sire approved." Was that why it had been worth it? To see his sire, his master, his father approve of his choice. To been looked at with pride when all others had failed to appreciate him? Niall supposed it could have been true. "It was worth it."
Then Lottie went off and blindsided him again. Niall would have gotten up and placed himself across the room if he wasn't convinced that it would make him look like some pathetic puppy. He, however, could not stop the look of shock that crossed his face. It remained plastered there, melting into confusion and disbelief. "Stop," he hissed. Anger was a more familiar emotion, but it wasn't nearly as heated as usual, instead it was laced with desperation. A desperation for her to stop handing him things he'd longed for with mere words. He could chalk it up to her being scared, but he didn't smell fear.
Niall didn't protest to Lottie's change in mood. He welcomed it happily because anger he could understand. The feel of her teeth in his arm brought him back to the reality that he was used to. His eyes narrowed as the pain flared up his arm and then he yanked his arm back and stood, moving across the room until there was a max distance between the two of them. Blood ran from his arm in a steady stream, but he made no attempt to stop the bleeding. "Get out," the vampire spoke in a low tone. The threat of retaliation was clear. He suddenly wanted to be left alone, because Niall and confusion did not mix. "Or die."
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