Re: Treat You Better (Humanity)

by **Chellizard** February 24th 2017, 12:25 am

It had been forever since she had willingly opened up to anyone, and she scolded herself for it. Why did it have to be him? Why did she have to choose such an innocent person. Innocent in the fact that his life was likely fine before she showed up. Why did she have to prey on this man's life and make him miserable with her?

Sighing, she pressed a hand over her heart, her palm resting on the spot on her chest. The dress she wore had actually covered it quite well, but now that she was in a back hallway and away from the main soiree, she made it her mission to see if she could cause the pain to subside.

Her form changed as she walked, one hand patting the wall every three steps or so, keeping her balance as she went. She would stumble from time to time, and the hand was there to keep her balance.

Two massive horns erupted from the top of her head and her skin became a dark, ashen gray. Holding pressure on her chest she took in a sharp gasp and sighed as the pain began to fade. Just as she was feeling relief she heard Matthew's voice call out to her. It didn't hurt her to hear him, no. Not at all. It actually made her smile... but she felt tears threaten to spill passed her eyes as she stood there, one hand pressed onto the wall and the other upon her chest.

Turning to him, she faced him with her true features visible.

"I never meant to drag you into this mess." she said, finally speaking after a few moments.

"All I ever wanted was to love and be loved. I feel like I'm being selfish, especially given the fact that I originally approached you for a business proposal... not a marriage proposal... I just..." She cut herself off and closed her eyes, hiding away the blood red irises.

She took a slow, steady breath in, her chest rising as her lungs filled.

"I just couldn't imagine myself without you." she said finally, the hand upon her heart falling to her side as she collapsed forward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

by **Humanity** March 7th 2017, 11:40 pm

The woman stopped and turned before unloading a lot of stuff on him all at once. The horns burst from her head, claiming freedom from her typical human visage, ashen skin and fangs to bear had been seen in total contrast to the tears of a bleeding heart. She used a hand to keep herself from falling into the wall, staggered slightly forward as he come to her side. This was definitely a scene worth memorizing. He took a moment to talk, as he stood there, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure what state of mind she was in currently. Was she fighting off her inner demon? Was there part of her that needed to feed and satiate the vampiric bloodlust? He couldn't gauge anything about her, she was a true enigma to him, and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to place a hand on her shoulder, but at the same moment he was partially concerned. She could lash out and kill him out of sheer reflex if he touched her. But was there anything in life really worth fighting for? No....no there was not.

He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, but all he received in return was her words.

"I never meant to drag you into this mess."

Those words were like stones in his stomach, for many different reasons. This was foreign to him. Helplessness, powerlessness. So foreign yet somehow becoming so common. All of it centered around this woman. If he had any sense in him he would have left her there for dead. If he had any care in the world for himself he would have simply let this pass and fade as a memory cherished in moonlight. But he couldn't do that. for some reason eh wouldn't do that. This monster had proven to be more human than even he was in some of his nights playing dress up.

She made a passing comment about how all she wanted was to love and be loved. Well good Christ that sounded familiar. He remembered how he heard those very same words before, in a different voice. He remembered hearing someone say that about him even, standing over him with a look of pity. To love and be loved. That's all one could ever want, the love of another. A spouse, a child, a friend, a God, Anything! Love was the one thing that everyone needed, but something that people like him denied himself. Something that people like this woman lost. He hadn't the slightest how to go about this. Especially when she made the comment that she couldn't imagine living without him. That made his heart seize for a moment before he spoke, his words were quick, but not likely in time for her to hear them. She began to fall to the side, he quickly stepped to the side to catch her.

"Hey, hey I think you maybe had too much back there are you-oh shit it's blood loss." He said as he turned her slightly, lowering her to the ground and kneeling there. He quickly took off the purple coat and tore at it, quickly turning it into scraps for a random field-dressing. He quickly began to question the rationale behind this all. He had seen the woman regenerating before. She had SOME vampiric qualities, so apparently she should have had regeneration. She had Yamm's blood, so why was she still dying!? With panicked breath and boiling rage he tore more of the fabric, using the knife concealed in his boot when brute force didn't cut it. He quickly placed three layers of fabric over the wound and applied pressure. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, his hands covered in iron rich blood. His fingers were slick, sliding all over the screen as he punched in numbers that he desperately tried to remember.

"Hola, Taco King where we treat you like a -"
"SONOVA-wetback." He said as he tried to end the call.
"Eeeey senor, I'll have you know my father is here perfectly legally now. Now are you going to order some food or just insult my mother?" His fingers finally slapped the end-call button as he then punched in another number. This time the ring went through ans there was a very distinct voice at the other end of the phone.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I believe you must have the wrong number." A rather snide voice said with a sophisticated drawl to it's tone. The accent was English to be sure, and the person was a very impatient person that apparently did not like answering the phone.

"Moonscryer. NOW!" Humanity shouted, the voice on the other end of the phone could be heard gasping for a moment before going on a rant over how much nerve he must have had to demand something of a servant of Moonscryer, and how stupid he must be to know Moonscryer and still have the audacity to do so. Humanity was a little too preoccupied to listen and continued to press upon the wound. "Give... Me... MOONSCRYER!" When he said that word he heard something crack, looking down he noticed that the screen to his phone cracked and the other end of the line fell silent. In a moment it could be heard a voice requesting for the phone.

"Well now, the wee hours of the mornin' and good ol' Yamm will wander right in. Simply lucrative to hear from you again." The accent was strange, but unique enough with a smooth and calming enough voice for Matthew to know who it was.

"Moonscryer. Vampire, not healing,. Chest wound. What do I do?" He asked, the panic in his tone obviously did nothing to speed the response of the man on the other line. He could have sworn that he even heard the man puffing on his pipe.

"Is she one of ours?"
"What in the Hell does that-"
"IS. SHE...one of ours?" The voice would ask again, though the tone was one of irritation it was one that Humanity knew to answer to. If that tone were used it seemed to be more of an invitation to watch and see what he was asking for.

"No!" He said quickly as he kept applying the pressure, hearing Moonscryer offer only a scoff and a grumble.

"Pity, there goes the easy way..." Moonscryer said before clearing his throat and offering an alternative course of action. "do you trust this woman?"
"Not at all..."
"Excellent. You see her fangs? Impale your wrist on them and let nature take it's course." Moonscryer said, the pep and cheerful nature of his voice caused Humanity some concern. "Then...if you survive, I'll be on the first flight to that wretched...Los Angeles in the evening. Hope to see you there." and just like that Moonscryer hung the phone up.

Without taking a moment of thought he readied his wrist and blinked, unsure how to go about doing what he was tasked with. Lifting the Queen of Thrones slightly he cradled her in his one arm before placing the other just in front of her. Closing his eyes and preparing for the worst he moved her chin down slightly before pushing his one arm up and pushing her forward with the other. Why Moonscryer believed this would work was far beyond him...and why he was doing this, despite obvious risks was an even bigger question... Hopefully it would work out for the best.

by **Chellizard** March 9th 2017, 2:09 am

A blue hued fractal pattern radiated from the center of the open wound on her chest. It had been recently healed - at least, for the most part. It was all but healed over, just a small scar like mark left as a shadow of the pain she had endured on the first night she had met with Matthew.

But it was worth it.

As she fell into his arms, she could feel her mind slipping in and out of consciousness. Her jaw fell slack, her fangs becoming more pronounced. She would gasp when he applied pressure to the wound, her back arching slightly in response to his touch.

"... I'm... sorry..." she'd mutter, her eyes closing, concealing the bright red irises behind dark painted lids and flawlessly winged eye liner.

Tears would spill down from the corners of her eyes, welling up and then rolling down her ashen cheeks. She took a few staggered breaths, feeling herself slipping away.

Would this be the end?o

... Would it?

A darkness fell upon her, and in the center of her subconscious was a man. The man from before. It was Matthew, but it wasn't. His bright cerulean eyes captured her's, the symbol of the dragon and clouds on his chest drawing her attention yet again. She would open her mouth to speak, her words falling on deaf ears as water flooded her senses.

She would try to gasp, but then she realized this wasn't in her dreams any more. It wasn't water that had flooded her mouth.

Tasting the crimson, her eyes would snap open, her fangs bearing into Matthew's wrist. She clamped down and drank. She had filled her mouth up so much that it came out of her nose, leaking down her face. As she drank, the bleeding from her chest would slowly subside and the wound would close. Her pupils would dilate, her hands moving to clasp onto his arm, cradling it against her mouth.

She was being greedy, but as soon as she felt her strength come back, she snapped out of it, her mouth peeling back. She vanished into a shadow and appeared down the hall from Matthew. She was standing now in the shadow of a doorway, her back to him. Tears streamed her face, and blood decorated her face, neck, and chest.

"We... I. I can't let you keep saving me." She would say, a new found stability in her voice.

"But I know I can't stay away from you." her form would be back in front of him, her hands gingerly lifting his arm and she would lick the wound, her saliva coating over where she had bit him. It would take a few moments, but his flesh would repair itself and heal over. She would then vanish again, and reappear with an orange, a bottle of water, and some chocolate styled dessert.

"Here. Drink, and eat one of these," she would already peel the orange, leaving the rind on the floor along with the blood that had been spilled.

They were both lucky no one else had chosen to come down this corridor... yet at least.

by **Humanity** March 10th 2017, 1:28 am

Okay, not the best idea. His vision started to blur a little and his heart was beating rather fast, until it wasn't anymore. When it wasn't fast it was incredibly slow, but he remained upright up until she seemed to disappear in shadows. For a moment he had begun to wonder how it was the Queen was doing that little trick; his mind quickly turning to Yamm's paternal figure with fond memories of that shadow stepping bastard. Now it was Matthew's turn to fall, but all he did was turn and fall onto his rear, pushing himself back up against the wall as The Queen had completely left him alone. Well that wasn't true, but as far as he knew it was. He couldn't really hear things very well as his head throbbed. It was only a few seconds and he was sweating profusely, following up with a bit of shivering. Matthew looked down, confused as to why this was happening. He wasn't cold was he? He had never truly felt cold...

The color seemed to have faded from him as he had a slight deep coloration to the base of his nails. His skin just felt sticky and uncomfortable, he actually began to wish that he was a snake and he could just molt his skin. Then he forgot what the word molt meant and he thought that what he was attempting to think was that he wanted a malt. What was the difference between a malt and a milkshake? He just realized that he didn't actually know the difference. Chelle had returned, letting an orange skin flop to the floor like a dead fish.

"Holy Christ-Crispies, Did-didju drop that goldsifh?" He mumbled as he blinked rapidly, his eyes felt heavy. He knew he was suffering hypovolemic shock, but his mind couldn't actually formulate any significant data to help him hold that thought for long. The queen then told him to eat, offering up a bottle of water and the orange, she also had some form of chocolate desert too, though he just stared at the orange. At this particular moment in time he was actually quite convinced that this was the First Fruit from the garden of Eden. It probably took a second for Chelle to realize that his attention had only been on the orange for a second and now he was actually staring past it, his fingers running through the blood as he seemed to draw little pictures like a kid with finger paints. "DevilfruitHumanityheheheehee.Hyeah!Sinvessal." After a minute he stopped breathing and just let his arm hand there, but he still blinked every few seconds. After about a minute and a half he took in a deep breath.

"If Imma be a vampire... Imma fuck up eeeeeeeverythin. Like, like, like. Twilight...if there was a fruit and not staying away from people and wanting blood...and an actually half decent plot.... Fuck my best friend was a werewolf...." He said as he started to roll over and fiddle with the water bottle, weakly attempting to break it open. He then looked to Chelle and then smile widely. "Oh yeah...vampire. Gnaaah" He hissed slightly as he tilted the water bottle before lowering his mouth down and slowly trying to pierce the plastic with his canines, gnawing at it and letting out some rather curious noises as he couldn't seem to comprehend why he wasn't getting any water.

"I am...so bad at this..." He whined as he then moved on to the orange, rolling it back and forth in his bloody ands before feeling nauseated at the thought of a bloody fruit being ingested. He then resigned to the thought of maybe just trying the chocolate stuff that was offered to him...

what even was life right now?

by **Chellizard** March 16th 2017, 12:09 am

She literally face palmed and took him in her arms, lifting him with a blank expression on her face.

"Stop being foolish and drink." She would say, holding him like a child, the bottle of water being tipped to his mouth. She would shove pieces of the cookie, seeing as it wasn't soiled by blood, into his mouth afterward and close his jaw by pushing it upward to close it.

As she did this, she would be walking forward. There was something about drinking from someone that you... dare she even admit it... loved. It was rejuvenating on an entire different level. She felt younger, stronger, faster. She felt as if she could conquer the entire world. Stepping into a shadow, she would pull herself and Matthew into a seemingly shadowy hallway. As she walked down it, she would look out of what looked to be doors. The doors were other shadows that she could step out of.

If Matthew wanted to, he could look around, but Chelle would not release her grip on him.

"Almost there... just drink more," she would say, offering more water as she carried him.

It felt as if their roles were reversed now, but she had to admit it would be comical if she looked back on it. Smiling inwardly, she would choose a shadow that brought them into an empty hotel room.

It wasn't her room, no, but it would work for now. Locking the door, she laid him down on the bed and rummaged the mini fridge, finding what she could.

She even rummaged the bathroom for the first aid kit. She found a few things, and with it all in her arms, came back to the bed and laid it down next to him.

"No one is going to be a Twilight vampire, or whatever it was you were babbling on about. Stop being so silly." she would pull back one of his eye lids and look at his pupil, sighing in frustration.

Why did she have to be so greedy all the time?

by **Humanity** March 22nd 2017, 7:21 pm

Matthew began to cough as the woman not only heald him like a child, but tipped the bottle of water into his mouth, allowing him to drink. This would have been a good thing, but somehow The Queen managed to force a cookie into his mouth too with her super strength, causing a bit of over stimulation. He was choaking, drowning and being bitch-slapped all at the same time. This night was fun. The funnest, actually. It was so fun the only way this could have gotten any better is if Kahn were here. Murdering him was always a fun experience. Matthew finished coughing, water spilling onto his shirt a bit, watered down cookie crumbs staining along the area as he looked about.

She had begun to walk and then suddenly Matthew noticed it. The dark hallway, the endless chasm, the abyss of fear and darkness surrounding him. No matter how dazed he was he knew exactly what was going on here. Matthew reached up very quickly, with wreckless abandon and grappled the demon woman's horns, clasping on with a grip stronger the the vice of sins. The demoness offered him more to drink, he eyed the water bottle suspiciously.He didn't take of the water at that moment, but as she likely sensed his distress she seemed to remove him from the realm of twilight, laying him on the bed. Matthew honestly had to admit he kinda was expecting her to throw him on the bed. He expected more grace and posh from his companion, but he also sort of wanted to jump on the bed. Matthew released the horns as he lay there, closing his eyes to try steady breathing techniques.

Matthew was resting, peacefully. He was blissfully ignorant to the world around him, awaiting whatever cold embrace Death would offer him... then he realized he was just being meodramatic and decided it was just best to take a cat nap. Of course until someone decided to play doctor and rips up his eyelid to inspect his eyes. He would likely have tried to swat at the hand, or have some form of intense combat reflex, however at this moment all he did was hiss like a common house cat.

"Dilated. Diiiilated. Dilated pupils ya wanna give blood." He said for a moment as he blinked for a moment. He lolled his head from one side to the other. He was in no condition to do very much as he looked for something to help him. He closed his eyes and struggled to focus. "Hey missa docta now maximize that pulse ox, dia-lated pupils ya wanna give blood." The next verse came in a rough tune, but the song was enough to give context. He was singing a song, Harry Belafonte's song to be exacct, but the words were redacted and replaced with lyrics that helped memorizing treatment of hypovolemia.

"Work all day ona stoppin dat loss. Di-lated pupils wanna give blood. Six pump, seven pump, pump dat blood! Di-lated pupils wanna give blood. Then he say pass the O. Gimmie da O. Di-lated pupils I wanna give...blood." He leaned back and cleared his throat for a moment. Then as stone cold serious as he could say he looked to Chelle. "Faaaaa-forgot the rest. Seriously though, can we uh...rob a blood bank or something? That way we can get you dinner, and I can not die. It'll be the best date ever. I swear." He said, a slight tone of sarcasm returning as he tried to fight to take control of himself and his actions. He tried to sit up and started reaching out and grabbing one of the waters that she had gotten him from the mini-fridge.

by **Chellizard** March 25th 2017, 5:03 pm

"Just, be still. Don't move. I'll swaddle you like a giant baby if you try to move." she threatened, grabbing his arm mid sentence and licking over the wound.

Her saliva would begin to heal the flesh, but it would take a few minutes. She put a temporary bandage over the wound and gave Matthew a few extra pillows. She then hesitated as she stood over him, watching him as he laid there, trying to sit up. She would open the water, and conveniently it had one of those squirt tops for easier drinking. She would place it in his hand and brush a bit of his hair off of his forehead.

"I'll be right back. You won't even know I'm gone." and with that, she was gone. A shadow swallowing her up.

She moved quickly, quietly, and efficiently. Running down the hall of the shadowy realm, she was looking out of each doorway, and smelling the air as she moved. She caught the trail of blood, about a mile down the hallway, and popped out through one of the doorways. She came smack dab in the middle of a hospital corridor. A few passerby's screeched in fear. The woman was tall, gray skinned, with red eyes and huge horns. This would go over great in the papers the next day.

As she walked down the halls, she would avoid any of the people and just make her way toward the blood bank within the hospital. Security had been called, she could hear the radio frequency with her heightened senses. Shaking it off, however, she continued on until she was face to face with the blood bank's door. Twisting the knob, the lock shattered and she pulled the door open. She moved back toward the fridge and grabbed six bags of O negative. Then she grabbed a few more, just in case. Piling them into an empty file box, she looked at one of the scared employees.

"You. I need IV tubing and a needle." the woman was small, blonde, and scared. She moved slowly and grabbed the items that Chelle asked for, placing them on the floor and leaving them there.

Moving over she grabbed them, some extras, and placed them into her file box as well.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to have the right people pay to fix that door." she said, stepping backward into another shadow.

It took her about ten minutes to get in and out of the hospital in total. She appeared back into the room, hoping to find Matthew in the spot she had left him.

by **Humanity** May 7th 2017, 12:57 am

The Queen would be quite disappointed as she reappeared within the room, realizing that Matthew was not in fact where she had left him. You see, even as dazed and messed up as he was, he knew that he was probably going to die without blood. The last place he wanted to be, when he was almost out of blood, was with a vampire. He gimped out a little, walking and finding himself almost to weak to stand at times. But it only took him about five minutes to make his way a numerous number of doors down and knocking on one. The second a man opened the door, Matthew held out a badge he kept in his pocket, the badge was revealed upside down, but he didn't notice.

"A-Ag...Agent Keen. C...C.I.A. Sir, what's your blood type?" Matthew asked as he tried to steady himself on the door. He looked at the man who seemed a bit flustered, but in the chaos he seemed to (for some reason) immediately believe in the fact the badge had authenticity. It was a great fake, but truthfully the guy bought it instantly.

"I-uh-um. O. O- I think." He stammered out for a moment as he looked to Matthew and his eyes widened. "O-oh shit something bit you. did you get attacked by an animal or something?" He asked as he stepped aside, ushering Matthew inside the room. Suddenly the image of Chelle with big sparkling chibi eyes with bat fur and the little w shaped cat face with pointy little fangs biting him rushed his mind.

"Or something." he said as he sat onto a bench and began looking around. Quickly, Humanity pulled out a pen and began unscrewing it, utilizing the hollow case as he pulled out duct-tape. "T-this could go horribly. No filter, no Infusion set. Oh sweet baby Jesus. Hey, c'mere." He said as he reached up his pant leg and ripped off a set of emergency injection pens. By removing these cases he could use the spring from the pen and an empty needle to actually generate a pull. He instructed the man exactly what to do and soon enough things began to fall into place.

By the time Chelle was back in the room, Humanity has been following Chelle's example and taking a little blood of his own, except it was a few doors down. It wouldn't have been hard for Chelle to follow him, not that he thought of her finding him as a bad thing...or a good thing even. Actually it was a good thing. He needed to finish this conversation. By time she arrived to give him some more much needed blood, he would likely smile at her.

"Th-this is Agent Magnamara. She's my partner. She'll take over from here. Go... cover that, and use lots of soap to keep the smell down." Matthew instructed, the man looking confused and then suddenly taking off to do as he was told as he was brushed off towards the bathroom. "Well, if you're the angel they sent... I don't think I'm gonna mind dying all that much." He said with a small scoff as he pulled out the make-shift IV and pressed a rag over it.

by **Chellizard** May 7th 2017, 3:34 am

When she arrived back in the room, she immediately noticed the bottle of water had tipped over and fell to the floor, leaving a puddle on the carpet. The pillows she had fluffed up were also disheveled. Sighing heavily, she made her way toward the desk inside of the suite and placed the box of blood down. She then took a moment and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent she needed to track in order to find Matthew. She located him with ease. But another smell flooded her senses. O Negative. Fresh O negative.

Licking her lips, she swallowed and took a deep breath in through her mouth and out through her nose.

"I really, really, need to get a grip on myself." she said aloud, her voice changing from a deeper timbre to a more sweet tone.

The massive horns on her head, the claws upon her hands, and the fangs protruding from her gums would recede until her appearance was as normal as she could manage. Her eyes were a deep amber, almost orange in shade. She was still tall, exotic, and beautiful.

Gathering herself, she made her way down to the room to find Matthew. The door was locked, but a simple phase through a shadow would grant her access. Instead, she would knock and find herself face to face with an average, middle-aged man with a decent head of hair. He was holding onto his arm, applying significant pressure.

"My partner and I need to... leave." she said, swallowing hard as she caught a whiff of the blood. The man nodded and made his way off to the bathroom as Matthew had instructed.

Once the man was behind the door, Chelle swept Matthew up into her arms and left the room, returning to their own.

"You're like a fumbling baby. Not listening to me, and getting yourself infected with all sorts of... well, what if he had HIV or something?" scowling, Chelle placed Matthew back onto the plush bed and brought the box of goodies over. She then placed it next to him, and then crossed the room to make sure the door was locked properly.

"And don't even try to argue with me or sweet talk me any more. You just about got that man killed. He smelled... so good." grimacing a bit, she cleared her throat and then took a sharp breath through her nose.

Setting up the IV, she was careful and precise. She had done this many, many times in the past when she was much more careful when obtaining blood for her pleasure and hunger. It made it look like the people she had drained were just blood donors.

Grabbing the coat rack, she dragged it over to the bed and hooked the first bag of O negative to the rack and made sure the drip was steady.

"There we go... now don't be dumb and move again, god damnit." as angry as she wanted to be, she was actually glad he was feeling a bit better. No longer slurring his speech, and definitely getting a bit of color back in his cheeks. Looking at him, she couldn't help but think of when she watched him in the hospital when she first caught wind of his existence... when she received a letter with just enough information on Matthew May to want him as her King.

"Can we.. just stop dying when we're near each other?" she asked, sincerity in her voice as she sat down on the bed next to him, but giving him enough space. She would make sure to continuously check the line of the IV, making sure it was properly flowing into him.

by **Humanity** May 10th 2017, 2:06 am

The Queen had arrived and she was already acting like a total wife. "Don't take blood from strangers. Don't share needles. Let's see you MacGyver your way out of Hep C or Aids." Well she could stow it because he was a strong independent woman who don't need to human boy-king. Wait... he was confused again. She was the vampire. He grumbled a little as he rubbed his temples and took in a deep breath. A nice and beautiful woman interested in a ragged and worn out guy like him. He was the luckiest guy in the world for it...and doomed to misery for it. She had pushed him to the bed, causing him to lay there lazily for a moment before sitting up.

"I-I'm not fumbling. I'm just refusing to let someone else take care of me. There's a small difference. I'll have you know they had a cure for HIV in Helsinki Finland when my parents were there...back in 1985. You boil the blood and then filter it back through a - Yeah kinda like that." He said with a slight smile pointing to the Queen whom was no doubt looking at him like she was either annoyed or unamused. She cut him off though, she immediately commanded that he stop sweet talking her. "Well now I have to..." He said under his breath as she explained that the guy smelled so good, reflexively his eyes narrowed and his head flopped to the side as he seemed to glare at the woman. She seemed to ignore him as she began to prepare the IV.

Sitting there with his thoughts he had a moment to reflect on all the things he should have done. Life was a very short thing. Truthfully when the woman said that she couldn't live without him he believed she was speaking literally. For all Matthew knew it was his blood that kept her alive. The thought of being some thrall or cattle wasn't an idea he was willing to entertain, however the more she spoke the more he realized that maybe...just maybe....

he had gas...

Okay, okay or it might be infatuation disusing itself as love which in truth was just a concoction of hormones and pheromones secreted by two obviously lonely and horrible but similar people in an even more horrible, unholy world. He began to wonder why it was that she had done this for him. Why had she not just been thankful for her life and just left him to recover in the hallway? For a moment the world was in slow motion as he watched her, fixated on the flawless completion with the slightly stained sentiment of worry and anxiety. Then she spoke and her beauty was matched only by her social grace and infinite wisdom.

"There we go... now don't be dumb and move again, god damnit." She huffed with a bit of a scowl. Matthew just smirked and closed his eyes, pretending he just watched her pout instead. It made him a little more likely to comply with the queen's demands.

"Ah, the voice of an Angel. The vernacular of a demon and the beauty of both." He said to himself, though likely with that damned hearing of hers she had caught wind of it too. The woman then sat next to him on the bed as she spoke to him again. Her words were genuine, or at least genuine enough to prompt him to drop his goofy and nonchalant self for but a moment. She asked him if they would kindly stop expiring when each other were around. She gave him plenty of space as she began to look a bit preoccupied as she checked the IV. A small smirk formed on his face as for but a moment he was genuinely content with his life, as messed up as it was.

"Yeah." He said as she finished her check, the bag still pierced by the prong, a substantial drip-rate maintained.

"Hey!" He said with a loud voice, the voice of a child that had just been neglected. He reached over a moment and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder before pulling her as best he could in his slightly weakened state. The firm pull would be accompanied by a slight twisting motion, trying to dip the graceful and elegant majesty to just the right angle as he hovered over her with a soft smile. His one eyebrow cocked and a a gentle and happy expression turned to that of the same sarcastic smartass she had come to know, although now with a rather strange sense of confidence.

"What kind of demon doesn't know how to seal the deal?" He asked, a genuine smile on his face as he leaned down a bit to kiss her. Oddly enough when he kissed her with his arm around her, he did so with everything he had right here in this moment, because this moment was all he had.

...and he was perfectly happy with that.

by **Chellizard** May 10th 2017, 2:49 am

"I'm fairly certain it would be odd if I did not have qualities of an Angel or a Demon... seeing as I am an amalgam of both, if you recall..." muttering in response to his own muttered comment, she let a smile play at the corner of her lips as she looked down.

Her lashes would brush over the apples of her cheeks, her small smile turning into a wider one that forced her eyes to close. She slowly brushed it off, however, focusing on more important things. And that would be whether or not she botched the IV and it had become interstitial. She would palpate around of his median cubital vein, making sure there was no hard spots forming under his skin. She had made a successful venipuncture after all.

Licking over her lips absentmindedly, she let her eyes wander to his chest. She watched him breathe, the subtle rise and fall of his chest calming. It was only a few moments of silence they shared until he shouted, startling her.

"Huh?" she mumbled, looking to his face. It was a blur as he leaned up with all the strength he had just so shortly gained back. His arm curled around of her and she let him take control. She felt gravity pull her into him as if he were the Sun and she were a separate entity just orbiting him. As he dipped her down, she expected nothing more from him than a playful exchange of banter and play... but to her surprise, he gave her a smug smirk and then leaned in to kiss her!

What!? He... her thoughts were drowned as she mentally screamed in excitement. Her lips crashed onto him alike to waves on soft sands. She pulled a hand up and into his hair, her fingers curling into the mess. She felt her heart rate increase, the muscle beating faster and faster. Nothing else mattered to her at this moment. She was completely lost in his embrace.

It felt like forever, and she wanted it to go on even longer... but she decided to break away from him with a gasp. It was like coming up for air for the first time in a long time. Her hands found their way to his face, her eyes looking between his as she searched for whatever he was thinking. At times like this she really wished she could read minds, but she was glad she didn't. It would have driven her crazy a long, long time ago.

"I.. I don't know what to say." she said, batting her lashes a bit as she blinked. She was in a form of shock. Her whole body was tingling like she was on a new drug. It had been... what? A few hundred years or more since she had shared a kiss this passionate with anymore? And, for once she was the one receiving a kiss like that. It was... a pleasant surprise.

"... Ffffuuck." she would just moan, standing up and putting her back to him.

"You're literally hooked up to an IV, nearly dead, barely hanging on, and you go and kiss me like that?" she felt her face become hot, her cheeks a deep red. She wanted more, but she knew she couldn't. Not with him like this. She would have to be tame and just... settle for a more conventional form of stimulus.

Cuddling.

Moving around to the side of the bed, she moved some pillows around to form a slight curve shape. She then moved onto the bed and laid down next to him, scooting into him. One of her hands would find their way into his hair, her eyes looking into his.

"I'm not good at the whole relationship thing. I act like I know what I'm doing, but I'm crap at it. Just warning you." she said, her voice just barely above a whisper.

by **Humanity** May 10th 2017, 11:52 pm

The moment wasn't fireworks, but it was certainly magic within it's own right. There was no true way to describe it and "fireworks" didn't do it justice. It was actually truly best described as magic; something so surreal and so incredible that there was no true explanation for it. There had been a fire, an intensity that was something that Matthew had been missing in his life. That spark, that drive that conviction that he once held in all the things he'd done was now singularly fixated upon the most beautiful abomination he'd ever laid eyes on. Such exquisite eyes glistening in the reflecting light, her entire form was the perfect sculpture. She moved as gracefully as the wind with the fluidity of water while somehow harnessing the power of a burning passion. Her skin was smooth, her hair never seemed to mess, despite how she had already tousled his about like an edgy teenage douche.

The moment finished and the spark seemed to fade for a moment, though she would make a rather interesting point when addressing the fact that he was hooked up to an IV and near death. His very strange interest had initiated a form of cuddling, laying next to him as they just seemed to just look into each other's eyes, all wrapped up in one and other in what was essentially hugging while laying down. He was embarrassed to say that he had never done something quite like this before. He wasn't completely inept, there were some parts of romance and performance that he was pretty good with...this was something entirely different than his area of expertise however.

He couldn't stifle a chuckle as he remembered what she had said, like someone who just suddenly got the punchline to a joke a minute after the punchline was delivered. He was always close to death, in fact at this point he might as well have been cheating on Death with Chelle. Not really, in fact Matthew decided to NOT think about that since he was certain that the spirit of Death was a relative of Yamm's. He turned his head to look at the woman across from him, a small smile settled on his face for a moment.

He could never be happy like this. But the fact that she was happy, in it's own weird way, was what made him happy. She made a point to softly whisper the fact that she was not very good with relationships, which made him smile widely. He found that somewhat interesting, to hear the woman admit to the fact she was terrible at something. It wasn't out of spite either, it was more because he felt obligated to reassure her of his past

"Really? Okay... we're gonna play a game. We're gonna see whose worse. I'm willing to bet that I win." He said as he cleared his throat and started with an uncertain "uuuh". "...Wait... does my experiences as Yamm count? Because if not all I got is horrible...not funny stuff that you probably don't wanna hear." He said, trying to play it off a bit as a joke, though he would be almost pained if she said Yamm didn't count. He wasn't kidding when he said that he was terrible at relationships.

by **Chellizard** May 11th 2017, 12:25 am

Her delicate touch would move from his hair onto his face. She let her thumb glide over his cheek, taking him the way his flesh felt against her own. It was so surreal, just laying here with him. She felt like she was having another one of her dreams with the man that looked like Matthew, but... different. She always woke up from those dreams in a cold sweat and her mood on the friskier side.

Batting her lashes as she blinked, she let her eyes search his as he let out a laugh. "Okay, well, you might win. Then again, I am really, really old... so who knows?" she smirked softly, and then her face became a bit more serious as her brows furrowed together in confusion.

"Wait, who's Yamm?" she asked, sitting up a bit more, her elbow pressing into the bed. She glanced to his arm as she sat up, making sure he was still getting the blood he needed. Half the bag was already gone, so that was a good sign. But also a bad sign. He had really lost a lot of blood, and it was her fault for being so irresponsible.

Sighing mentally, she caressed his face and leaned in for a quick kiss before pulling back. Her lips lingered of course, making the kiss turn into something a little more than an innocent peck. However, she had to break away because it was eating at her. She had no idea who Yamm was. There had to be something more to this guy, and that would mean Matthew was either hiding something from Chelle, or she just hadn't asked him yet. And, if it were the latter, she was asking now.

"I don't know who Yamm is, seriously. Is that like... a friend of yours? an old nick name?" she asked as she moved into him, her head moving to lay on his chest, her eyes just staring off as she listened to him breathe, his heart beat also giving her a calm feeling. The soft luv-duv of each chamber opening and closing could easily lull her to sleep, but she was so high on dopamine and adrenaline, there was no way she could pass out now...
but she could relax and stay close to him. Waiting with anticipation to find out who this Yamm person was.

He couldn't be a sweet potato, could he? That would be weird!

by **Humanity** May 11th 2017, 1:36 am

The Queen in all of her graceful majesty had inquired about The King, the thought alone was interesting, she checked his IV bag and then took a moment to give him a kiss, it wasn't exactly the most innocent thing but it wasn't exactly unwelcome. This was still an adjustment for him, having someone around that this was "normal" now. It was a good thing, but then again that was hard to accept for a young man who believed that he deserved nothing but the rot.

Wow that's sort of odd. I guess this is sorta a thing... The King of Chaos and The Queen to be married. Who wouldda guessed? I mean there was that thing the cult used to say. what was it again? "The King shall take another and they will be a Queen. Blood of blood and-" Holy shit this was prophesied. Immediately Matthew's thoughts jarred him and his eyes opened wide as he shot up. Granted that was a rather bland prophetic raving, however it was oddly fitting. The first time he heard it it was just "Oh he'll marry someone and she'll be his wife and the two become one." Not that "By the way, you're going to give your blood to a Queen and they're going to complete you and marry you". He quickly winced for a moment and then lay back as he let out a slightly pained sigh. She wouldn't desist on her question however, she would ask again.

"All of the above." he said as he closed his eyes and then opened them again, looking to the ceiling as he tried to remember.

"Yamm is the Primordial Chaos. He is the King of Dragons, The king of Chaos and the Patron Lord and guardian of the vampires. The father of Leviathan. It's why his dagger burns anyone who would use it against a vampire. It's Yamm's promise... But Yamm is known for a lot more... He is "supposedly" the one who put chaos inside of all living things...and that created emotion. Loving someone, being willing to die for them. Being willing to suffer and bleed for them. To be angry, to hate, to cry and be anxious. All of the beautiful things we experience... and he's to blame. It's illogical, it doesn't make sense. It's chaos." Matthew explained before he turned his head back and smiled to the beautiful visage next to him. This right here. Right now. This was Yamm's fault. It was all his fault, but damn if he wasn't powerless against it. "Yamm is who I was. Yamm is my soul."

"I mean... Yamm is me. Who I was. My body and every piece of my fragmented soul." He said, obviously having a difficult time explaining who he was and what Yamm was. It was difficult for him to ever state what he was and anyone be able to give him the proper respect for his natural talents and hard work as a human being. Too many people wanted to chalk everything he ever had done or worked for to Yamm. It was angering to be honest, he had actually sacrificed more for Yamm and Sin than he had ever gotten from them.

"Don't mistake it though...I'm just a person, and everything I've done I've done as a human.I don't need Divinity or Primordial powers. I'm not like the past incarnations." He said as he remembered that he was rambling a little too much before he seemed to come to his senses.

"Okay, your turn. Who are you?" He asked though the tone in his voice shifted slightly, genuine curiosity and his undivided attention turned to the queen. It was strange how quickly she had changed the topic of conversation without him having noticed.

by **Chellizard** May 11th 2017, 2:27 am

If this had been fifty years ago, hell, even ten years ago, she wouldn't have found herself so captivated by this moment of shared silence. Just the exchange of heart beats and breaths coupled with stolen glances and quick kisses. There was something about this particular person that she was just bound to. It was as if they had been waiting for her, and she had been waiting for him. It was weird. There was something she was missing, however... and that was what he truly was underneath this vigilante facade. There had to be more to him. She felt it was impossible for a person such as him to be as skilled as he was without some kind of hidden powers. And, she would soon learn she was completely wrong.

After she was jolted up and worry struck, that is.

Matthew leaning up abruptly had her lean up as well, her head bumping into his chin softly, but she was careful not to hurt him as she looked to his IV line. She almost growled at the sudden outburst, instead showing affection by tenderly wrapping her hand around of his wrist and holding onto him as if to comfort him.

"Sorry if my question was a bit sudden or too personal... but I think we're passed personal space. At least, I think we are... also, be careful." she let her voice become soft, yet stern, her form slipping off of the bed to prepare a second bag of O negative. The first one was nearly done. One more and he would be feeling much better. At least, she felt he would. His heart was beating a lot stronger now, more steady than earlier.

As she prepared the bag, she looked to him. His words spilled out to tell her a story of who he truly was. Or, what he had been. And then it all came back to her. She walked back to him and sat down on the edge of the bed her hand grabbing his. She idly let her thumb draw circles on his palm as her fingers laced with his.

"So, all these bed time stories dear old dad would tell me... they weren't a fairy tale. Yamm was real. Is real? she had a puzzled look on her face.

She grew silent, thinking on her past and what her father had told her while she was growing up. Her time spent in his realm was a blur, but she did remember a lot of their conversations... especially those pertaining to the old gods and how they had made sure to protect the lesser demons, vampires, and otherworldly creatures from extinction.

"The thing is... I think... You cannot have good without bad and vice versa.. that is why I exist. It is why I want to make this world as balanced as I can. If I take away someone bad, I must also take away someone good. It is only fair. It is alike to... a flower. So simple, and innocent. It's purpose is to bloom and bring beauty to the world. Yet, a weed will grow only inches from the flower... and it will bring double the oxygen we require to breathe. It also kills the flower. But only to grow stronger and to ensure it can continue to prosper. We are all alike to that weed, feeding off of this world and other people in order to get stronger. There are the rare people in this world that make sure to be selfless rather than selfish. At least, I know a few." she would ramble a bit, her hand squeezing his as she muttered her last few words.

She would then just smile and poke him on the nose.

"You're right. You're a squishy meat bag, but I think I may love that part about you most." she let out a soft laugh, her form sinking down to lay with him again.

And then he asked it. Or, well, demanded it (sort of). This all started with them not being good at relationships. Well, now they were diving into the good stuff, and hadn't even gotten to the original topic of conversation.

"Me... me.. well, as you know, I am Chelle Takeiro. I own and lead a large textile company with exports to all parts of the world. I make sure lesser areas of the world receive good products." she would raise her hands as she spoke, her skin becoming gray and her horns spreading from the crown of her head again. runic symbols spread across of her flesh and then a purple fire like energy emitted from her palms. She began to paint pictures as she spoke, her back flat against the bed as she laid with Matthew.

"But I am also Queen Rochelle Felicity DiMartino-Takeiro, and that is the name I go by while I sit upon the throne for my underground organization known a Thrones. And as the ruler of the realm I usurped from my father. He was a coward that had very old fashioned views. I did not want to be ruled by him, so I took matters into my own hands." The purple fire would show an image of a throne with a man sitting in it and then a woman coming forward with a sword. The sword would impale the man, ending his life. The woman would sit down onto the throne, a crown forming upon her head. The image then faded and the purple fire formed the crown in a bigger picture.

"I am of two entities that should not be able to make life, yet here I am. Good and evil all wrapped up into one package." she sighed and looked over to Matthew, her eyes a burning amber as she offered him a fanged smile. The purple flames would cast a soft glow across them, adding ambiance to their situation.

by **Humanity** May 13th 2017, 10:41 pm

She seemed to hear of Yamm, something about bedtime stories and the like of that. Well, truthfully that wouldn't have surprised him, Yamm was quite the trickster, demonic lineage might know of some of his exploits, or his outsider type perspective and dealing with mortals. Alexander The Great, Cleopatra, The Alchemist, even several princes of Hell had a bone to pick with the ever tricky Primordial.

She bopped his nose. She made mention of him being fleshy and a soft meat bag and immediately he began to grow uncomfortable with the thought. But when he spoke his piece asking to hear of her she all too happily replied to him. She was Chelle Takeiro, a textile tycoon and then she raised her hand, the skin paling to a dusky grey.

The sudden transformation continued to cause Humanity to jump out of his skin a little, his heart pumping faster and faster as he let out a small hiss through his nose, an attempt to slow and regulate his heart rate. His heart would very quickly regulate itself, though the initial jump was nothing less than sheer terror to him it would seem. Runes slithered across her skin in a slight crawl, slithering across as her new form revealed with majestic twisted horns adorning her head. A purple fire ignited within the palm of her hand, and Matthew watched as she began to play Pictionary with her strange otherworldly powers. The visual greatly assisted in the audio-book version of Queen Rochelle; an Autobiography, as if things like "taking matters into my own hands" didn't sound ominous enough, now it was accompanied by the visual of a fire woman stabbing a fire man and then sitting on the throne before a larger brightly formed symbol formed, the symbol being one that Matthew had recognized from the ring.

How could such a beautiful woman with such beautiful eyes be something that he was so freaking cautious of. Those fangs specifically were something he didn't much care to see, especially with blood being pumped into him and comments about him being a meat-bag having been stated just moments prior. He shifted a little and offered back a small smirk and a nod.

"Wow, ruler of an entire realm. I won't bore ya with the trivial life I've had this time 'round." He said rather plainly, though he seemed to simply move his mind from one topic to the next. "Anything you wanted to ask me, or can I get to work on actually salvaging this date?" He asked as he reached over and yanked at the needle from an acute angle, using a tissue from the nightstand to press and apply pressure to the small bleeding spot as he kicked his feet over the side of the bed and blinked. Truthfully he didn't feel too much better, but the dizziness and the light-headed feeling was beginning to subside, he had gotten enough blood back to the point that his body could corrected itself back to it's homeostatic regulations. He looked up to Chelle with a slight smirk, waiting to see which she would choose. Either way, he intended to get started on salvaging this perceived travesty and moving on to something more proper and acceptable than bleeding out and dying in a hotel room to demonic pictionary. Although he had to admit....it was....kinda fun.

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