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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 12, 2007 23:56:22 GMT -5
Taxi looked up at Gabri without moving his head, gazing up at him through eyelashes. Neck practically sunk into his shoulders and he shuffled his feet a bit more till his feet were turned inwards. Most of this wasn't even intentional, it wasn't even some masterminded ploy. The blonde was just naturally this god damned cute.
"Well, i'm, just a bit hungry, like, for just a little snack, and I don't want to go out again, and, well, it would only be just the littlest little taste and I promise it wouldn't hurt Mausi and-"
He turned away, taking a broad step backwards and covered his face in his hands, "I shouldn't have said anything, i'm sorry-" Voice was rushed, embarassed, ashamed. "It's too much, I shouldn't have even thought it, oh god, i''m sorry."
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Post by Rip on Oct 13, 2007 0:09:58 GMT -5
A line needed to be drawn somewhere, and whither this was it wasn't entirely clear yet but... well Gabri didn't like the idea. A hand went to the side of his neck, feeling it itch a little, and had actually felt his stare harden just a little, a sense of betrayal flaring up then getting shot down almost immidately. He wasn't an angry person in most cases, but Taxi was lucky he had that manipulative streak to keep that spark of rage from building up. It wouldn't have turned out good for either of them if a temper had gotten ahold of the reaper; nice guy or not. He was less disturbed and concerned when the German apologized, even feeling rather guilty himself, but there was still a fluttering uncertainty that tickled on the fight or flight responce and had his pulse up a bit.
"Can't... I just get you something else?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 13, 2007 0:24:36 GMT -5
"Neeeiinnn-"
Taxi was not as strong or as fast as other vampires. But as far as his ability verses humans went, he could take on most any save for those insane bodybuilders. So that the blonde was able to quickly surge forward, brush the hand away and take his neck was no great surprise to the member of the undead. Those little fangs pierced the flesh, digging down into the skin untill they tore into a vein. The process would be a blink of the eye, only milliseconds for panic or GOD DAMNIT TAXI before a sort of forced euphoria would dominate his senses.
What was it? It was the same sensation one encountered when putting a drill in their brain. The pleasure of having the blood drained out of your head as it was pumped down through your neck. Light headed, dizzy, but all together, it was incredibly enjoyable and sensual and would not permit movement of the body or noises. The pressure, the suction, the sort of daydream state which would last only as long as a greedy mouth suckled the wound.
Which wasn't that long. Two or three mouthfulls maximum, just enough to stave off his hunger. And then his tongue was bitten and a drop of healing blood was placed on the wound and the little blonde drew back quickly. Normality would return to the wannabereaper within seconds as his heart surged more blood up through the instantly-remedied wound.
Mr. Ungeheuer at this moment was impossible to read. One couldn't tell if he was ashamed or pleased. The only obvious thing was that he was ready to run like hell.
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Post by Rip on Oct 13, 2007 0:52:46 GMT -5
He would have been more then happy to find someone who didn't (or did) reconize him and bring them back into the room for Taxi; he already did it once and the vampire had bought him dinner so it was esentually the same thing. He would have done this if the blonde nightmare hadn't grabbed a hold of him and tore a hole in his throat. He just had to ask.
Gabri was fast but Taxi was faster, even if he was nervous from the initial question it was rediculous to imagin him getting out of the way. He had enough time enough to reach for his axe and that was it. It wasn't where it should have been; he left it back on the table. Eyes went wide when he felt pain and then his senses betrayed him. What shouldn't have felt nice did and what should have scared him didn't. Confused and brain not working correctly, his mind was a haze until after he felt himself released and he stumbled backwards until he felt his back hit the wall and slid down, one hand over his throat as he stared blankly at the carpet, breathing quickly but softly.
Heartbeats past in silence until he moved again, and it was only his eyes. They moved upwards fast without blinking, darkened by his hair and the shadow of his hat as his head was slumped. Gabrjel didn't speak or move again, just glared up as he felt the pulsing under his palm.
In his head, he saw the lights flickering but ignored them.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 13, 2007 1:02:47 GMT -5
Damn. He should have held Gabri up or something. But he had been cautious of getting axed in the face, as that would have really sucked and he hated getting axed in the face because it took so long to heal and he looked ugly untill it was healed and oh right Gabri-
The vampire left the room and returned in mere seconds. Taxi crouched down infront of the other man, inching forward and peering at him. "Cruel? I'm sorry, Mausi, I really am, I just can't, help myself sometimes." A glass of juice from those concentrated cans was placed by his victims side as well and a few of the cookies he had bought.
He honestly was starting to feel rather badly with the state he had put his friend in. Confusion? Anger? Sadness? Taxi just couldn't tell and a very unwelcome guilt was starting to swell up in him. Feeling poorly about just a little taste wasn't usually something which happened, because he KNEW it had felt good, but Gabri was behaving... well, christ, he had no idea.
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Post by Rip on Oct 13, 2007 1:20:37 GMT -5
He stayed still when Taxi left, following him with his eyes and letting the gaze blaze the door way until he returned, when the trailing picked back up. Gabri didn't soften it when the vampire knelt down and he ignored the food and drink. He didn't want it. He wouldn't take it. He wouldn't acknowladge its presence.
It didn't matter if it hurt or not. The pain was irrelevant and it had only lasted a second anyway. It was a matter of being pushed too far, and so far the Pole had been abnormally understanding and too submissive for his own good. He had offered to go get him something. He had offered.
Cruel? Maybe, but not in a traditional diffinition and Gabri didn't have a proper way to word it.
"You child." He hissed between his teeth, not wanting to waste the energy of moving his jaw on Mr. Ungeheuer.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 13, 2007 1:36:08 GMT -5
Stolen greens eyes went wide, stiffling a gasp. His gaze quickly dropped and he shifted back on his feet, sinking away from Gabri and into what seemed like inevitable darkness. Taxi utterly submitted to the harsh words, accepting them and hanging his head and posture in complete shame. He nor his actions were begging for forgiveness or pity. They probably wouldn't even inspire the emotions and may have even fueled more hard words.
Words were impossible. What had he been doing? No, he knew what he had done, he had pushed the limits. A line had been drawn but Taxi just had to cross it to see what would happen, he had taken advantage of Gabri's kindness because he thought he would roll over and take it. It was wrong. It was inhuman.
There were no apologizes available, no dialect he knew with his vast assortments of languages. Mr. Ungeheuer indeed. Monster seemed all too appropriate a name for the vampire as this moment.
This was what he was accustomed to. Punishment, bereavement, harassment. He had escaped it from his parent to return to it now, perhaps it was some deep psychological craving for it, driving him to push untill poor Gabri had busted and Taxi recieved the abuse he was familiar with.
It didn't matter why. All that mattered to the Devil Monster was that he had fucked up and he now must accept the consequences. Being hacked limb from limb, Gabrjel storming off and never speaking to him again, or even getting the cold shoulder and never again having that level of kinship. It was all expected, and hopefully it would relieve him of this terrible guilt.
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Post by Rip on Oct 13, 2007 12:39:02 GMT -5
His eyes festered in the dark, belonging to an animal rather then a person, but they finally turned away with a slow blink and shifted to the corner as Gabrjel slowly climbed to his feet. It looked like an effort, pressing one hand against his knee and the other to the wall, giving a quiet grunt, but he stopped half way to pick up the food and drink. Not looking at Taxi again, he walked with clumsy balance out of the room. The cookies were put back in the right package and the juice in the fridge. He didn't intend to accept either one of them as an apology gift from the vampire, they were just things that were required. It was coincidence they were sweets.
He paused in the living room, swallowing and rubbing his throat, testing his Adam's apple against his fingers before removing his hat and placing it on top the hatchet in the center of the table. Ignoring how tired he felt, he went to the closet and took out his coat, slipping it on, and went out the front door. He closed it softly behind him.
Down the steps Gabri went, using the railing until he was through, and gently hide his hands within his pockets as he walked down the crumbling sidewalk. The slums were a depressing and dangerous place, especially at night, but they looked oddly passive in the middle of the desert surrounded city. He didn't intend to be out long- it had been very hard not to lay down on the couch back in the apartment and sleep. Turning down the ally ways, he found what he was looking for.
Going back up the steps was difficult with the added weight on his back and his rubbery feeling legs, but he managed well enough. No one saw him, or at least, no one police wouldn't have trouble believing. He re-entered the apartment silently and unloaded what he was carrying in the middle of the room he had left Taxi, just to make sure he'd see it. The fatigue overwhelmed him and Gabrjel took his hat to hide his eyes as he laid down on the couch, falling asleep quickly.
In the other room, the homeless man groaned once, then went back to unconsciousness. The hit on the head was a hard one. It was unlikely he'd be getting up any time soon. So much for a vacation from reaping, the man had anorexic crows pecking at eyes when the Pole happened upon him. Although, Gabri wasn't intending to be the one to end him. If Taxi was hungry, then he needed to eat something. Biting into and being a treacherous little cretin to Gabri hadn't changed that Gabri had offered to get him that something.
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Post by Rip on Oct 13, 2007 21:21:28 GMT -5
Kochi (never loaded, buttface, so I'm copypasting it from aim):
a distilled void: Taxi actually cringed when he heard Gabrjel reenter the house, wincing as though he was preparing himself for a blow. When he noise he heard was not that of himself being bludgeoned he dared to reopen his eyes.
This was not what he had been expected. Hell, he wasn't sure if it was what he wanted or would have preferred when it came down to it. He had left his hatchet and hat behind before heading out and had returned what now seemed like stupid petty offering. For christs sake, he even closed the door softly and didn't slam it! The look of confusion that had set on the blondes face reflected his insides perfectly, rising to his feet and perching on the edge of a chair in the same room nervously.
Just what was he doing? In the time Gabri had left Taxi alone his mind played all hell with him. His friend (ex-friend?) surely hadn't forgiven him, why would he leave if he did? And what reason would there be for that? Gabrjel had been correct, he was a child, he didn't deserve forgiveness. Not after what he had done. Self hate was seething inside of himself as he waited for the return of the Pole, as he surely wouldn't leave his stuff here and not return. What had he gone to do? Was the hatchet not good enough for what he wanted to do to the blonde? If the vampire had the ability, he surely would have wretched from nerves alone.
So when Gabri did return and deposit the human his confusion overwhelmed him. Usually he would accpet whatever reprimand he was given and then his guilt would wash away. But no. Gabri would going to slowly kill him with kindness. This horrible sensation of guilt would well up inside of him as he stared at the unconsious being to the point of his stomach imploding. Taxi was sure of it.
Temporary turmoil of whether or not to even eat, but, he had gone to all the trouble that it would be downright blasphemous to reject it. If the Pole wanted him to kill this man, then he would. There wasn't much pleasure in the act and he drug the corpse out and disposed of it quickly and then returned to the building with a sort of sullen depression about him.
It was still too dark out to sleep. Well fed but never feeling worse, Taxi drifted to where Gabri was sleeping and pulled up a chair to sit himself down in and wait for him to wake up. There was something he had to ask him. Or atleast he had to stay here and look utterly miserable. Even if the Pole wouldn't discipline him he would himself by this senseless self-destruction, knees pulled up to his chest and watching Gabri rest. If the taller boy didn't rise from his slumber untill the sun rose Taxi wouldn't move and would conk out into his state of complete unconsiousness.
Why couldn't vampires really be soulless? Then he wouldn't have this horrible knife in his stomach.
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Gabri woke late, again, and felt lazy and tired from the weird shift in his normal sleeping patterns. Staying up later he could handle, but sleeping in so abnormally late (even for those who aren't morning people), was taking its toll and he didn't like it. He didn't move for a while, spending about an hour dozing with his eyes opening and closing before deciding to actually get up. The Pole paused, feeling someone there, and he looked over his shoulder. He felt a small climb of fear in his chest, but only because Taxi had reminded him of the white dog and it's rocking chair. Frowning from the memory and a little distured despite it all, he pushed himself up and rubbed his face before glancing at the clock. 5:30. Wow. Way to go. Starving, he stood up intending to get dinner. Or. Breakfest/lunch/dinner. But first the blonde nightmare. Picking him up, slightly surprised by how light the German was, Gabri carried him to the bed. If he was wearing shoes he'd take them off, but thats all, and covered him with a blanket. He didn't linger, and he put the chair back where it was suppose to go. Gabri couldn't take looking at him long as the flaring emotions from the other night threatened to raise the ugly monster's head in his stomach.
Digging through the cabinates of food and the fridge, he pulled out a few eggs, a can of spinach and a bottle of olive oil (he was surprised to see that in there, actually) and made himself some food. Not going outside was killing him, though he wasn't fond of this climate, so he occupied himself by sketching whatever he could see from the window on a lined notebook he found under the table.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 14, 2007 13:37:50 GMT -5
Dreamless sleep. Always dreamless sleep. Sometimes he wished it wasn't, and this was one of those times, opening one foggy green eye and staring up at the ceiling. It barely even felt as though he had slept, Taxi had just closed his eyes and opened them and now he was in a bed without his shoes on and a blanket over him. Temporary puzzlement, and then he realized Gabri must have put him here. Touched him while he was in his most vulnerable state, when all of those vampiric abilities counted for nothing. And yet he had only moved him gently.
Body rose and he shifted through the set of rooms untill he found Gabri. He was sitting so calmly, just sketching. For a few moments he tried to focus unclear eyes, though even with the slight white film over them they were still screamed sadness and lonliness.
Fuck this emotion. The vampire couldn't understand anything but sex, violence, and money. Over the past few months new things had bloomed in him, specifically love and guilt. An odd confused look covered his face and finally he spoke.
Or tried. His usually cherubic voice ended up broken, "W-Wh..." Deep gulp was taken, a hand moving up to his throat. It was hard to form everything into one question, one query which he probably didn't deserve to have answered. "Why'd you say that." Not eloquent, not deep, but beneath it was a plea for help.
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Post by Rip on Oct 14, 2007 18:15:10 GMT -5
Gabri could hear movement in the bedroom and sat there debating if he wanted to get up and leave the apartment. He decided against it, finding the act to be very immature. Plus, he'd probably feel guilty afterwards for possibly making Taxi feel bad. It never occured to him that his acts of curtiosy, which made up his entire nature, were doing much worse then the cold shoulder could have. It was just... who he was.
The hand continued to sketch the window veiw when the German came into the room. He didn't look up when he asked the question, though he did respond in a very even tone, "Say what?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 14, 2007 18:57:58 GMT -5
"Why did you call me a child?" A pause. "And why do you always call me cruel?" Another pause, longer this time, and then, "Why don't you get revenge?" Voice was impossibly quiet and yet so incredibly clear. Expression didn't change, posture remained the same except for standing in the doorway instead of leaning on it for support. Gabri was unintentionally doing more damage to Taxi than he could imagine, bringing him pain in ways very few people had managed. And that's when they were trying to.
His stomach was completely knotted, staring at the too-nice-for-his-own-damn-good Polish man. Questions didn't seem to stop. "Do I have a soul?"
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Post by Rip on Oct 14, 2007 19:35:53 GMT -5
He didn't expect the bombardment of questions, and the nature of those questions threw him off guard. They were remarkibly innocent, so out of the character Gabri had come to associate with Taxi. The Pole put his pen and notebook on the floor and looked over, because it was rude not to give someone full attention. Even then, he was at a loss of what to say.
Why did he call him a child? Because Taxi acted like one. Gabri couldn't say that. He wasn't his mother or father, it wasn't his place. Why did he call him cruel? Because Taxi is cruel. His lifestyle and his methods were nasty. That was the truth. Why didn't he get revenge? It was the same reason Gabri never flashed the highbeams back at someone. What good was it if both of them were blind and hurting? It was just asking for trouble.
The last one he wasn't even sure how to touch on. He looked confused, unsure. "You seem real to me, hinny." Gabri repeated what he said much earlier. "What's wrong with your eyes?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 14, 2007 20:09:25 GMT -5
"They say vampires don't have souls." Feet shuffled, hands at his sides. "You seem to know a lot about... souls, and, angels, and, things like that." Another question, he wouldn't drop it, he couldn't. That and Taxi didn't want to answer as to what was wrong with his eyes. People always made such a fuss over him when he was starting to go blind. "Why aren't you mad at me."
Taxi was still so confused and guilty, fuzzy eyes odd and unable to restrain his emotion. Gabri should be furious. His gentle nature was throwing the blonde off completely, stepping forward and crouching down on the ground a few feet from the other.
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Post by Rip on Oct 14, 2007 20:45:38 GMT -5
His brain thought back to what he learned in school. Gabri had taken studies seriously, it was never in one ear and out the other. When he learned something he learned it for life, but he had to concider as he filed through all the piles of information until he remembered that specific. Religion was always tricky. The teachers never taught it fairly. Opinions were intwined and plot holes were always ignored. Technicly, though, Taxi was concidered a monster. A demon. Demons were often visualised as animal like things. Animals, occording to teachings, did not have souls because they were not made in the image of God. This was always a concept Gabri had a hard time believing.
"Well, your dead hinny." the Pole said finally, deciding on a responce as he looked down at him. "If your heart isn't working and keeping you moving then something else has to be, yeh? So I say you do." He left it at that, ignoring the nagging 'but this' and 'but that' voice in his brain.
As for being mad, "I am mad at you. That doesn't mean I'm wishing you ill though."
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