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[bitethehandthatfeeds]

why have one vampire threesome PSL when you could AU it terribly and have TWO!?

(by which I mean my legendary AU generating powers triggered again. oops.)

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[restorefromsave]

[Chris probably notices the smell of blood long before the man becomes visible, a sad heap of white hair and white clothes and oddly enough in this day and age, a fine sword, all stained red and collapsed in a drift of snow. It's hard to tell if he's still alive at all.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ with a wolf's nose, it's the smell that draws him at all— first, toward a possible meal, and then, once he realizes what he's smelling isn't animal at all... toward a rescue.

lowering his nose to the man's face, sniffing; if there's any life left him at all, he should be able to smell it. ]

[restorefromsave]

[He's not human, that much is evident to Chris' senses. And he's still alive, though it seems he shouldn't be at all. He makes a soft noise at the nose in his face, stirring a little, but not quite waking.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ ...not human is good. not human means he can shift back, shivering slightly at the sudden increase in chill without insulating fur, and try to get a look at how badly he's hurt and where ]

[restorefromsave]

[Pretty badly, and everywhere, seems to be the immediate evidence. Whatever he tangled with certainly tore him up.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ licks his lips a little, automatically, and then makes a face at himself. damned predator instincts...

it's not entirely a bad idea, though. if he gets enough venom into the other man, his wounds won't hurt him and they'd be encouraged to heal; it would only be a stop-gap measure, considering how much fuel would be needed to take care of that much damage but it would at least keep him from bleeding out in the snow before he could be properly taken care of.

that decided, he lets the smell of blood work on his appetite until his fangs are out and his mouth watering, and bends down to put his mouth to whatever damage is easiest to get at. not drinking will be an effort, but he'll live. ]

[restorefromsave]

[There's a soft sigh from the man in the snow. The easing of his wounds helps him a bit, though he's not quite conscious yet. Instead he makes a few restless noises as he tries to struggle to wakefulness. The sensation is strange.]

[restorefromsave]

[He's been tracking Kou for a long time now. After he recovered from his injuries, after he mourned his family and the betrayal of his friend and took up magic and swordwork more seriously, he finally felt ready to find Kou, or whatever might be left of him. He has the sword, reforged and reinforced with layers of spells, he has companions who have helped him grow over the years, and helped him in his search. But he wants to confront Kou alone this time, that's why he's come, to see what might be left of his friend now. If there's anything left at all.]

[And this is where he's tracked him to. He's laid his traps, to keep Kou from escaping he hopes, and now he'll make his presence known.]

[shutsdown]

[It's the sort of mansion out in the middle of nowhere that really only politicians have. Apparently Kou's been cozying up to something like easy mode, and reaping the benefits. The place is empty except for him, though, probably a side home, so there's no risk of collateral damage if they go all out.

Not that Kou cares.

He follows Yuki's presence when he feels it, though, curious and drawn like a moth to flame.]

[restorefromsave]

[He approaches the front door, not trying for stealth or ambush, not bothering to knock as he lets himself in. Calling, when he's entered.]

Kou, I know you're here.

[shutsdown]

Obviously, or you wouldn't be in a place like this. What brings you to my humble abode?

[he's just standing at the top of the gorgeous stairs, practically welcoming.]

[restorefromsave]

Do you have to ask?

[His hand is casually on the sword, but there is tension in his shoulders, scanning the grand entrance for any advantage if it becomes a fight, which it surely will.]

I've come because of you. You need to come home with me, Kou.

[shutsdown]

That's touching, but I really like it here? I'm not really a fan of being caged.

[there is. a chandelier.

someone's gonna swing on it you just know it.]

[shutsdown]

[h/c ver 2.0

he'd been trapped. he'd been trapped and yuki wasn't alone this time and the effort of breaking free, escaping with his darkness half bound was enough that once he was home free he just let the real Kou take over. it's simple enough to trust him to escape. his cute little original self wants to be caught by Yuki least of all.

but for all that, their body starts to give out, leaving him bleeding and burned and clawing his way through the undergrowth of the same forest Yuki was bleeding out in not too long ago.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ it's been very quiet, mostly, all the juicy little prey animals and smaller night hunters hiding themselves in response to the interloper dragging his way through their midst.

that, however, leaves the big predators still out and about. Kou might not hear it immediately, considering other pressing matters, but there's something snuffling through the bushes nearby, obviously drawn by the smell of blood. ]

[shutsdown]

[Kou absolutely doesn't hear it, beyond the point of tunnel vision, just single-mindedly searching for a place to hole up, and maybe recover, or maybe just die. Somewhere he can be alone.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ well, he's going to be very surprised when something starts attempting to lick his cheek, then ]

[shutsdown]

[He startles, badly. Tries to throw himself in the opposite direction of whatever is next to him and thus just. Hurls himself into a tree trunk.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ shies backward himself, whining :x attention get, at least...? ]

and even more garbage JUST MASH ALL THE AUS TOGETHER, IT'S FINE

[miraculess]

[ against all her expectations, she'd been found worthy of redemption.

she doesn't remember much of crossing back over, no more than she had when she'd first been made to swim for the opposite shore. the whole thing is a blur of dim light and fading memories, names and faces and feelings that she clings to like a lifeline even as they slowly slip through her fingers. a few things stay; she keeps what she can, because even with everything else gone fuzzy and indistinct she knows what she still needs to do, and how to survive, and that unless she keeps hold of those few faded moments she won't have the strength to do what's necessary.

she moves to a different part of the city. she stops aiding the innocent, she stops picking fights, she stops interfering with the pettier acts of human monstrosity going on all around her. the monster of the concrete jungle vanishes, becomes nothing more than an stupid story passed around the seedier parts of town as an object lesson instead of a threat to a criminal status quo.

even silenced and waiting, though, she can't quite completely bury the urge to roam the streets when restlessness strikes. ]

heeee

[shutsdown]

[Kou did what he could. When brought back to the instant everything went to shit, when failing to kill Yuki ruined their lives irrevocably forever, he remembered just enough to try. He still failed, but the difference lay in him being a much better target, for the darkness, still there when it broke free.

Possessed, his flight from Yuki came about much sooner, became a constant their lives revolved around. So it isn't hard to believe he roams as well, looking to sow seeds of discord in his spare time. He looks very much the same as he did in Forest, if less pale and drawn. Easily recognizable.]

Re: heeee

[miraculess]

[ that's a good thing, because when he comes across her she wouldn't be in any shape to do so otherwise. avoidance can only take you so far when you stop indulging in the only manner you have to cope; eventually something has to give.

and oh, did something ever give. she'd snapped, and there had been a fight, and the result was getting nearly gutted, a knife shoved through her neck when that hadn't brought her down. better than a bullet through her heart, better by far than... something, something else (a red-hot gun barrel pressed to the side of her head), but holding on to that thought when the world is blacking in and out and she can't stop coughing around the tickle of blood going into her lungs is not the easiest thing. ]

[shutsdown]

[That's- Lilith?

That has to be Lilith. Wrecked as she may be, it's pretty clearly her (not that he hadn't seen her that way too, more than once) but it's easy as breathing to go to her side, reach to support her without a word. The evil inside him doesn't know her, but the person that became Lethe does, and the evil simply reacts as he would, for once.]

[miraculess]

[ she startles, makes an absolutely awful wet attempt to snarl at him, only to stop once she actually manages to focus on his face. ]

...Lethe...?

[ ...that's right. that's... she knows that face, even if the name feels awkward in everything but the way her mouth fits around it. the well-worn impression of hands on her face, being held and holding warmth in her arms, though...

that was him. that was real. ]

[shutsdown]

[He kisses her cheek, warm and affectionate in a way that's much more open than he'd ever managed.]

You're a mess. Come home with me?