Christian
Christian pursed his lips as he watched Varian's sleeping form.
He couldn't tell whether he prefered this thing or Christina. He probably liked Varian better. Christina had a tendency to forget about him when it mattered. Varian on the other hand, liked to play games.
It was fun sometimes.
With a sigh, he focused on the door. As far as he knew, Astrid hadn't even tried going after Taylor yet. Or if she had, he hadn't been told, or had Blakesley's frustrations taken out on him yet.
Basically, it seemed that Blakesley was keeping Christian for the sole fact that he could.
Something else to add to the 'Things to Piss Christian Thomas Off' list.
Varian.
Varian woke up and stretched slightly.
"Something's...different today."
Christian
Christian raised an eyebrow.
"Like what?" he shrugged.
Varian.
Varian leant forward on his hands, head tilted to the side in an almost birdlike manner.
"Something momentous. Very deep, whatever it is. But what exactly, I can't quite tell..."
Christian
"Umm... yeah. Whatever."
Christian looked away and sighed, closing his eyes.
He chuckled softly as his stomach growled.
Varian.
"You know, mice are good," Varian observed.
"Or do you have that hangup which says you won't eat live meat?"
Christian
"I can't be bothered eating," Christian shrugged.
"And mice are hardly worth it. There's not enough meat on them."
Varian & Blakesley.
"There's enough," Varian said.
"If you catch enough."
The door swung open and Blakesley entered. He looked at his two captives, blues eyes devoid of emotion then went over to one of the cupboards.
"And here I thought it might be a wonderfully whitecoat free morning."
Christian
Christian looked up at Kaleb and shifted his wrists slightly as he watched the doctor's every move.
Maybe if he just gave Varian the key... it could probably kill Kaleb, and he could get out on his own if he had to.
Yeah, if the old man wasn't around...
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian prudently shifted shape into something with indestructible scaling and closed khet eyes. Blakesley tutted slightly.
Christian
Great. And Christian can use his non-existant self protection device... uh huh...
"Now what?" he demanded.
Varian & Blakesley.
"While my plans for this morning had centered on Varian...I suppose you may proove useful," Blakesley said.
Varian snorted in contempt.
Christian
Christian's look turned into a glare.
"Great," he seethed.
Varian & Blakesley.
"Well, from my point of view, that would be yes," Varian said.
Khe curled up tighter as Blakesley glanced khe, then picked up a knife. The scientist started to cut along Christian's ribs.
Christian
"F#!+," Christian cringed, turning his head into his shoulder.
Being a while since he'd been fed again, he hardly had enough strength to control what he was feeling.
Blakesley.
"If you but said one word," Blakesley said slowly, still making the shallow incisions.
"And called me Master, I might feed you."
Christian
"Sure," Christian almost snorted without moving his head.
"I'll die first."
Blakesley.
"A regretful possibility," Blakesley sighed.
"But always a possibility."
He started to lift away strips of skin.
Christian
"There'll be nothing to regret," Christian insisted, sucking in a sharp breath.
He kept his face in his shoulder, so Blakesley couldn't see the pain in his eyes.
Blakesley.
"Regretful for me," Blakesley said.
"You of course would probably feel differently."
Christian
"Yeah. Regretful for you for the sole fact of..."
He hesitated.
"Actually, why the f#!+ do you need me alive?" he looked up suddenly.
Blakesley.
A smile flitted across Blakesley's face.
"For Taylor, of course."
Christian
"Yeah, but... if it's just something about how similar we are, can't you work from an autopsy?" Christian frowned.
"Not that you'd have Isaac to compare me to."
Blakesley.
"It's often the mental and social aspects I'm more interested in," Blakesley said softly.
"You and Taylor...represent a priceless case study."
Christian
"We are nothing alike," Christian shook his head with a frown.
"Everyone who knows us knows that. What else do you want?"
Blakesley.
"You know very well what I want," Blakesley said softly.
He drew a line with the knife from the hollow of Christian's throat to the waistband of his pants, blood filling in behind the point.
"Christina's pregnancy is progressing normally, not that you'd probably be that interested."
Christian
Christian groaned.
"You're not going to learn anything about cloning from us," he shook his head, "I wasn't created in a lab."
He glanced over at Varian, then set his eyes to the floor.
Blakesley.
"In this case, it's not you I'm interested in," Blakesley said.
"It's the mutation in Christina's body. She still carries traces of it, and I wish to observe..."
He got a small container of salt and started to rub it into some of the wounds on Christian's chest.
Christian
Christian hesitated as his words sunk in, flinching at the pain for a moment.
"You realize you're gonna scare him half to death, don't you?" he looked up at Kaleb again.
Blakesley.
"Scare who?" Blakesley asked.
He raised his hand and looked at the blood coating his fingers, before shrugging and continuing to rub the salt in.
Christian
"Don't play games with me..." Christian shook his head.
He gave another tug on his wrists, feeling the right one start to bleed again, and drew in a shaky breath.
Blakesley.
"The child?" Blakesley said.
"Irrevelant whether it is afraid or not."
Christian
"I wasn't talking about the child, and you damn well know it," Christian spat, flicking the hair out of his face again.
"And if you didn't, then think back to who we were talking about a moment ago."
Blakesley.
"It is amusing to irritate you," Blakesley said, watching Christian.
"I like having people afraid of me."
Christian
"Oh you don't need any help irritating me," Christian insisted.
"Seeing your face irritates me. And he's already afraid of you. You're gonna kill him."
Blakesley.
"I think not," Blakesley said.
"You may be underestimating him."
Christian
"So far, I don't think I have," Christian raised an eyebrow.
He kept a watchful eye over Blakesley's movements, twisting his wrists every now and then to try and get back some feeling.
Blakesley.
"Besides, my interest in most people is how quickly they will break," Blakesley said.
He slid a needle through the skin of Christian's arm.
Christian
Christian flinched, and grunted a little.
"Thought you already broke him?" he pointed out.
Blakesley.
"There are...graduations in breaking," Blakesley said thoughtfully.
"For example...Natalia was broken. Shattered. Perfect. Unfortunately insane, but perfectly broken."
Christian
"Ok, so..." Christian frowned.
"You want to scare Taylor enough so that he'd literally kiss your ass?"
Blakesley.
"It's all about power, Christian."
Blakesley slid another needle into the alien's arm.
"I thought you knew that."
Christian
Christian flinched again.
"You just didn't quite specify how much power," he said through his teeth.
"And this is only fear you're working with. It's not always reliable."
Blakesley.
"Effective, however."
Blakesley wiggled the needle slightly.
"If not for himself, he'll break for Jane. To save her. How sweet."
Christian
Christian rolled his eyes with a bit of effort.
"F#!+ing pathetic from my point of view."
Blakesley.
"From mine as well, but emotional attachments are so useful," Blakesley said.
"People in general, are weak."
He slid another needle into Christian's skin.
Christian
"F#!+," Christian cringed, turning his head away again.
He took a deep breath.
"And I can agree with that no more than I do already."
Varian & Blakesley.
Blakesley nodded slightly and smeared his fingers with Christian's blood. He crouched in front of Varian and a purple eye unslitted slightly, nostrils widening at the scent of blood.
"You want this."
"One always wants blood. It is one's nature."
Blakesley chuckled slightly.
"And Tanya thought you could be tamed."
Varian's tail lashed as khe rose to khet feet.
"One is NOT TAMED! One is what one is, no more no less and no snivelling whining bag of bones and meat called human or alien will make one otherwise! I *will* eat you, whitecoat, make no bones about that."
Blakesley smiled.
"But that day will be a long time coming."
He patted Varian's head and the hybrid growled, the sound filling the room before khet toungue darted out and licked the blood from Blakesley's hand.
Christian
Christian groaned.
"She never wanted to tame it. She's not like that. She would have set Varian loose simply to piss you off."
Blakesley.
"By tamed, I meant able to live in civilised society," Blakesley corrected.
"And who is the further behind civilsation, hmm, whitecoat? Chinese dragons have been perfectly civilised for millenia," Varian said smugly.
"But Western dragons haven't. They're greedy, cruel and bloodthirsty. Nagas aren't much better, and humans as a whole, well..."
"I know what I am. Which is more then either of you can say," Varian hissed.
"Be that as may..."
With a lightning quick movement, Blakesley drove a needle through Varian's unprotected eye. The hybrid reared up, screaming with pain. The sound filled the room, like it was beating against the walls and bouncing back to cresendo again.
"You're still here."
Christian
Christian turned away the moment Varian was stabbed.
"For F#!+'s sake..."
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian continued to scream in pain, bashing khet tail against the wall as khe thrashed in agony.
"Silver, you see," Blakesley said to Christian.
"Quite poisonous to Nagas. It shouldn't be lethal to Varian. But quite, quite excruciatingly painful nonetheless."
Varian's wails went off into the supersonics.
Christian
"Like I'd ever want to know," Christian scorned.
He kept his eyes away from Varian, wishing he could block his ears.
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian shifted into something with opposable thumbs, screams continuing to pour out of his mouth. He slid the needle out, then threw it violently across the floor, pressing one hand to his ruined eye.
"Don't irritate me, Varian," Blakesley warned.
"Or I'll do it again."
"You f*ck goats because they remind you of your father, f*cking asshole."
Christian
Christian chuckled at Varian's words.
"Or his mother. If he ever knew the bitch."
Varian & Blakesley.
"And I would thank you to be quiet," Blakesley said, driving a needle into Christian's upper thigh.
"Varian."
"What, like you knew who your whore mother was? You sure that bastard c*ntlicker is even your father? I wouldn't be."
Christian
Christian barely managed to hold back a yell.
"I seem to remember him saying something along the lines of... he didn't need a heartbeat to reproduce in the way he did," he raised an eyebrow, panting slightly.
Varian & Blakesley.
"Please, do you want to think of your parents in that fashion? I think not and neither do I," Blakesley said.
He drove in another needle, just that bit much closer to Christian's crotch.
Varian just concentrated on healing his eye.
Christian
Christian managed a painful chuckle.
"I don't have parents. So I wouldn't know."
Blakesley.
"Whatever parental figures you have," Blakesley said.
"That...Craig fellow. Your foster parents."
Christian
"It's a bit hard to think of them in that way if they're not my real parents," Christian pointed out.
He took another deep breath, trying to keep his muscles relaxed.
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian grunted slightly as his eye finally healed. He blinked, testing it.
"Humans. Aliens. So hung up on sex. Like it really matters."
"Again betraying your animal nature," Blakesley said softly.
Varian bared his teeth at him.
"Least I don't lie, motherf*cker."
Christian
"I'm actually glad this guy's never had sex," Christian looked Kaleb up and down.
"I mean, why would I want him to experience anything pleasurable?"
Varian & Blakesley.
"I just don't get how it can be," Varian said.
He shifted his legs slightly, resting his hands on one upbent knee then his head on that.
"Well, then we see eye to eye. Because I don't either," Blakesley said.
Christian
Christian chuckled, looking down again.
"Because you've never experienced it."
Varian & Blakesley.
"I have...once."
Blakesley curled his lip.
"Not an experience I'm willing to repeat."
Varian looked from Blakesley then to Christian.
"One must admit confusion."
Christian
Christian raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, ditto. I was almost convinced you were a eunich for a while there."
Varian & Blakesley.
"I have the capability to have sex but am extremely lacking in desire," Blakesley snapped.
"Why are we talking about this?"
"Well, I'm interested," Varian drawled.
"I've never had it. Anyway, any form, any gender."
Christian
Christian broke out laughing for a moment, then managed to contain himself.
"Hey Varian... maybe you and I later..." he wiggled his eyebrows.
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian snickered, and Blakesley made a noise of contempt and disgust.
"Why not? It seems to annoy him. I'm always interested in gaining new experiences..."
Blakesley turned to his cupboards to calm himself slightly.
Christian
Christian couldn't help but grin.
"At least I'll get something out of it. Which doesn't happen often here."
Varian & Blakesley.
"You know, I could be the ultimate whore," Varian said thoughtfully.
"Whatever your pleasure, sir. Ma'am. Thing. Psssh."
Blakesley took a knife from the cupboard and sliced it quickly but shallowly down Christian's cheek.
Christian
"Ah!"
Christian flinched and turned his head away.
"What the f#!+ was that for?!"
Blakesley.
"I don't need a reason beyond that I felt like it," Blakesley said.
He turned Christian's head back, then scored a similair line down the other cheek.
Christian
Christian grunted, trying to pull away.
"Glad you don't mind me f#!+ing your experiment then."
Blakesley.
"Well, I could castrate you," Blakesley said.
He dug the knife in over Christian's groin.
"But it has demonstrated such healing skills, I doubt that would be more then a temporay problem. It is infertile anyway. A possibly immortal mule."
Christian
Christian managed a glare for the doctor, squirming slightly under the knife.
"Good. Then I don't have to worry about any more kids."
Blakesley.
Blakesley sliced his knife across Christian's stomach, mouth tensed in a frown of concentration. He watched the blood well up with a sense of accomplishement.
Christian
Christian gulped and pulled on his wrists, the need to cradle his stomach making it happen naturally.
He coughed a little, getting himself together again.
Blakesley.
The time for playing over now, Blakesley got down to business, inflicting painful, stinging cuts across Christian's body. He was silent as he created his dark and bloody Art on this...blank canvas. He picked up a vial of acid and poured it directly onto one of the larger wounds.
Christian
"F#!+!" Christian yelled, still careful not to scream for him.
He tried to curl his body, even though he knew it was worthless.
Blakesley.
Blakesley picked up a clean knife and looked at it, turning it to catch the light.
He nodded to himself, then stretched out Christian's left hand. With a sharp descive movement, he cut off the pinkie finger of that hand.
Christian
"F#!+!" Christian yelled, after cringing.
Then he felt the amount of blood running down his arm. Only then, did he look up.
"WHAT the, Holy f#!+," he exclaimed, turning away instantly.
He began to look sick.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled slightly.
"Maybe each time you annoy me, I should just remove a finger. We can move on to other bodyparts after that."
Christian
Christian clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, already starting to feel dizzy through blood loss.
"I f#!+ing... dare you... to cut my thumbs off," he challenged between gasping for breaths.
Blakesley.
"Merely because you wish me to, I will not," Blakesley said.
He straightened the next finger of Christian's hand out.
"Some apology for such profanity would be nice. Otherwise, you're going to lose another finger. I don't think Varian can regenrate amputated appendages."
Christian
Christian groaned loudly, almost yelling, keeping his head to the side and away from Blakesley.
"You're a f#!+ing sick man," he barely managed to grunt.
Not being able to move his hand, he squeezed his eyes shut.
Blakesley.
Blakesley tutted under his breath.
"Such language."
Instead of slicing quickly, Blakesley started to saw through the first joint of the finger.
Christian
"S#!+..." Christian cursed, as he tried to pull down on his other arm.
His eyes began to water as his body strained itself.
Varian & Blakesley.
"One word, and I will desist for now," Blakesley said.
"Apologise for your use of profanity...and around a child too."
"I know more f*cking curse words then he does, I think, motherf*cking c*ntlicker of a whitecoat," Varian said thoughtfully.
The first joint of Christian's finger became fully seperated, and Blakesley started to work on the next one. Ignoring the pulsing blood that was covering his hands. Just as slowly as before.
Christian
Christian cringed again, barely able to stop himself both crying and yelling out.
Maybe... maybe just this once... but never again. Never again.
"Ok I'm sorry, alright?!" he cringed, not moving his head.
Varian & Blakesley.
Blakesley nodded as his knife finished detaching thesecond joint, lwaving a stump.
"Apology accepted."
He started to bind up the wounds with a bandage.
Varian moaned faintly at the scent of blood, nostrils wide and violet eyes glowing.
Christian
Christian took a few deep breaths, before finally looking up.
His hair was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were dark and almost wild.
After looking up for a second and catching sight of all the blood, he turned away again.
Varian & Blakesley.
Varian swayed forward slightly as blood dripped off the edge of the table to puddle on the floor. He swept his fingers through it and brought them back to his mouth, licking with agile sweeps of a long tongue.
"Mmm..."
"It appears Varian likes the way you taste," Blakesley said as he went to wash his hands.
"It's the *power*, dumbass. Blood is power. He has power. I can taste it in his blood, it's like wine..."
Christian
"Yeah. And one day I totally plan for it to come back and bite this guy in the ass," Christian murmured.
He closed his eyes again, feeling faint.
Varian & Blakesley.
Blakesley looked Christian over and smiled.
"That's enough for one day, I think."
Varian dabbled in the blood and picked up more on his fingers. He licked them, ignoring Blakesley as the scientist walked away.
The door's locks clicked shut.
Christian
Christian took another deep breath as more tears formed, then closed his eyes again.
The best way he knew to cure what he was feeling was sleep.
But how was he supposed to sleep with that much pain?
Varian.
Varian broke the manacle on his leg with a simple twist of his hands. Lips covered in blood, still licking his fingers, he got up with agile grace and stood over Christian.
"Hmm. He's wrong, you know. I can regenerate limbs and so on. Except possibly heads."
He flickered, becoming female. Long black hair framed violet eyes in a mocha face as Varian took on Christina's form. If she closed her eyes, she looked exactly like Christina aged 16. She coated her fingers in blood again, and licked them slowly.
Christian
Christian only moaned.
He managed to slide his eyes open enough to see Varian standing over him, but had to close them again.
God he hated vertigo.
Varian.
"I could heal you, I suppose," Varian said doubtfully.
"But you're not very nice. And the whitecoat expects me to."
Christian
Christian hardly heard a word she said. All he could comprehend was that she was delaying whatever she was going to do.
He turned his head away, holding back another moan.
Varian.
Varian shivered slightly.
Pain. Delicious.
She bent her head and licked along one of the wounds on Christian's face with a warm tongue.
Christian
Christian groaned, his eyes opening to slits again, and moving his head slightly.
The nerves in his left hand started playing up, and it started shaking uncontrollably. He gulped when he felt it.
Varian.
Varian licked the wound closed, before licking the next one. The hybrid's saliva contained an accelerated healing agent and antibacterial properties.
"Hmmm...sweet."
Christian
Christian tried to move his hand away, but couldn't.
He gulped again, his whole body now shivering. Closing his eyes again, he wished for sleep.
Varian.
Varian moved her way across Christian's body, meticolously cleaning his body of blood. She hummed slightly as she healed him back to full health.
"Hmmhmm..."
Outside, rain started to fall.
Christian
Christian sighed as the vertigo lessened, and finally opened his eyes again.
"Thanks," he said softly, looking up at her.
Varian.
"No probs, Bob!" Varian said cheerfully.
"I'm on a bit of a high now, since your blood was all powerfilled. So I might sound more then slightly insane for a while. Warnings in advance, not legal in Tenessee."
Christian
"I don't care what you do, as long as you don't rape me," Christian shrugged.
"I'd rather have some kind of control."
Varian.
"Oh yes, that's right. The sex thing."
Varian frowned, looking cute. Then pointed her index fingers at Christian's ankle straps. They undid themselves and she giggled. Sounding cute, but more then slightly insane.
"Bishounen!"
Christian
Christian raised an eyebrow, before bending his legs up for the first time in ages.
"Oh that feels good..." he sighed.
He glanced across at the door, then faced the roof again.
Varian.
Varian snickered.
"He can't come in unless I let him. It suits me to have him think he can come in. Besides, if he didn't, we wouldn't get any food. Well, you wouldn't."
Another flick of her wrists and the ones holding his wrists to the table started to undo.
"So hyped!"
Christian
Christian looked down at his wrists, then across at the door.
"Well... good."
As soon as his hands were free he went to undo the strap over his chest.
Varian.
Varian bounced around the labratory. A definite change to the semi-somnolent langour that seemed to generally effect the hybrid. Since Blakesley still hadn't bothered to get any clothes for khe, she was quite naked.
"Mmmmm...shiny!"
She picked up a knife and watched the light play over its reflective surface, eyes wide.
"Mmmhmm...shiny! Shiny, pretty...mmhmm..."
A flicker of thought and her hair turned a metallic silver, standing slightly taller as she lengthened her legs and her skin turned a pale pink.
Christian
Finally sitting up, Christian blinked a few times to get rid of the dizzy feeling, before looking around.
He felt the pendant hit his leg a couple of times, and gulped before quickly wiping the thought from his mind.
He swung his legs over the edge of th table, and settled to watching her.
Varian.
Varian tapped the knife thoughtfully against her leg as she walked around the small outskirts of the room. She ducked her head slightly as she looked at him, face ethereally beautiful and lit by the silver strands glinting in the overhead light.
"Blood magic is one of the strongest types of magic there is. Lit by sacrifice, fueled by pain...Western dragons use it. The T'ien Lung eschew for that way lies madness...but power. Much power."
She balanced the knife on her outstretched palm, then flipped it, catching it by the hilt.
"But it doesn't work on metal. Pity. Sometimes you spill blood to make a weapon stronger, but that's about it, really..."
Christian
Christian considered her for a moment, then looked away.
"I never really learnt much in the way of magic," he said finally, "I learnt about a few demons I had to watch out for, and that was about it."
Varian.
"Mmhmm...vampires. There are always vampires. Not even worth eating, worthless carrion," Varian spat.
Her form flickered fluidly as she feinted with the dagger as if it was something larger, more dangerous, finishing off with a vicious thrust upwards.
"I get this collar off...the whitecoat will be picking his f*cking guts up off the floor. Before I eat him."
Christian
"Gladly," Christian rolled his eyes.
He picked his left hand up and looked it over, as if making sure his fingers were actually there.
Varian.
"Well, you could help with that goal," Varian pointed out.
"But you won't. I can't get the collar off or make it malfunction without a very high liklihood of killing you in the process. Well, not here. You could undo the lock, and I could get us both out of her. I can fly, you know."
She considered him carefully, running her eye up and down his form.
"And I'm pretty sure I could carry you."
Her attention got diverted.
"New shiny!"
She tossed the knife upwards and it stuck in the ceiling, quivering, as Varian bounced over to the new shiny thing she had spotted.
Christian
Christian signed, scratching his arm.
Keeping his head down, he started working out chances.
Varian.
"Hmmhmm...I saw the moon covered in blood, and the skies fell down, a drowning land, crimson covered," Varian half sang to herself as she spun a dagger in the palm of her hand.
"The cat did scream, the wheel turning, the Mother weeps for children lost, the white the black did cover, Babylon rises above the earth and all should despair. The flaming sun rises, a new dawn beginning and all will be blood, all will be blood..."
Christian
"You really, really like blood," Christian looked up at her again.
"I don't think I should be more powerful than others you've tasted."
Varian.
"But you are."
Varian looked up, tilting her head. Red hair spilled across her shoulders, then shortened.
"I haven't hunted two legged prey at all. And not many people are willing to let me taste...just a sip."
She smiled at him, fangs indenting her lips slightly before she ran her tongue along the bottom one.
"People are strange that way. It's not like I'd kill them...well, not if I promised not to."
Christian
Christian looked thoughtful for a moment.
He looked up at the knife in the roof, looked down at Varian again, then got off the table.
Taking a knife that was left on the counter, he stood in front of Varian and held out his left wrist.
"If I let you taste..." he began, dragging the blade across his wrist before looking into her eyes again, "would you kill me only if I asked you to?"
He dropped the blade once he'd cut, leaving the bloody line dripping onto the floor.
Varian.
Varian's eyes were riveted to the blood falling from his wrist. Her eyes were wide and hungry, eerie flames burning in their depths as she licked suddenly dry lips.
"Only if you ask me to. But not here. Not now. I don't fancy being the only here for the whitecoat to vent on."
She leaned forward slightly, hair darkening almost unconsciously to the colour of blood.
"But out of here? I'll only kill you if you want me to."
Christian
"Then we're in agreement," Christian tilted his head, watching her face.
"Don't take too much, and you may very well see it again."
He held his hand out, offering his wrist to her.
Varian.
Varian slid off the bench and walked over to him. She glanced up at him again, then fastened her mouth to his wrist. With a barely audible moan of pleasure, she drank.
Christian
Christian took a deep breath and closed his eyes, knowing that dizzy feeling was going to set in soon.
He opened them again to keep himself balanced, and watched her for a while.
He hadn't planned to bind Varian by promise, but at least this way thry both got something out of it.
Varian.
Reluctantly, Varian let go, darting her tongue along the wound to heal it and steal one last trace of blood.
"Mmmmmmmm..."
She licked her lips, standing there with her eyes closed for a moment as she felt the power in his blood course through her. Such a rush.
Varian.
Reluctantly, Varian let go, darting her tongue along the wound to heal it and steal one last trace of blood.
"Mmmmmmmm..."
She licked her lips, standing there with her eyes closed for a moment as she felt the power in his blood course through her. Such a rush.
Christian
Christian stepped back a little, breathing evenly.
The dizzy feeling was limited. Realizing this, he headed back to the table and sat on it again.
He glanced at her curiously. Something about his blood just... did something to her.
Varian.
"Whoa, what a rush!"
Varian hugged herself, eyes still closed and head back to expose her throat.
"Hmmhmm..."
Christian
Christian tilted his head agian as he watched her.
"Why am I so different?" he asked suddenly.
Varian.
"I don't know..."
Varian turned and stalked over to him predatorily, crooked smile on her bloodsmeared lips. She put her hands on either side of his hips, leaning in.
"It just is. Simply thrumming with it. There's two in you...One's stronger then the other, but there's two in you..."
Christian
Christian frowned a little as he started to back up a bit.
"Ah... say what?"
Varian.
"There's four in me...well, mostly four. Some of the four is more then one part, but it's mainly four. You. Are. Two."
Varian flicked some hair out her face with a toss of her head.
"Nearly the same, I nearly missed it. But there's two."
Christian
"Two...?" Christian just shook his head, confused.
"I'm gonna need a bit more information than that to know what the hell you're talking about..."
He backed off a little further, one foot now on the table.
Varian.
"You're a lot like me," Varian commented thoughtfully.
"I'm made of parts of things. You are too. Two things. I'm made of mostly four things. Well, two of the four things are greater groups of smaller parts, but yeah..."
Varian grinned at him and bit playfully at his face.
"Welcome to the freakshow. But then, I'd guess you'd be used to it."
She shifted into his form, only with purple eyes before changing slightly to a feminine form of him.
Christian
Christian turned away as soon as she changed into him.
"Taylor and Isaac," he realised.
He chewed his lip for a second.
"You mean my blood's mixed? Like a cocktail or something?"
He glanced up at her, but looked away again.
Varian.
"Well, if you want to be vulgar about it, yes," Varian said.
She pouted slightly as the planes of her face changed.
"Too weird looking at what you could have been if you were female? Not that it's much of a change..."
Christian
Christian snorted.
"Thanks alot. And it wasn't vulgar."
He looked up at her again.
"You've aged differently. It's like you've suddenly put on about seven years."
Varian.
"I think it's called a growth spurt," Varian said.
"I just live in this body, I didn't design it. And I don't think even they had any idea what they were doing. I'm meant to be a weapon for the good o'l U.S. of A. Sabotage and intelligence."
She giggled softly.
"I plan to f*ck them up something shocking. Might as well put my training in vitro to use."
Christian
"I guess..."
Christian shifted a little to get out of her grip and slid off the table.
He walked towards the door, then turned back to her, rubbing his wrist.
"How much do you know about Astrid?"
Varian.
Varian snarled, turning the pretty planes of her face into something animal.
"She's tainted. Like rotten meat or something. Stinks. She shouldn't be that strong, but she is. I'm going to tear her feathers out one by one. How *dare* she touch me?"
Christian
"Ok..." Christian's eyes wandered around the room, "that... doesn't help."
He pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"Do you know her specific powers?"
Varian.
"She flies. She...calls. She foresees through the Runes."
Varian shrugged slightly and went to one of the cupboards.
"She handles a sword well, and the bow."
Christian
Christian scratched near his beard.
"When we get out, she's the only thing that will most likely be standing in our way. That's why I want to know."
Varian.
"She will not if the sun calls her away," Varian said.
"She's a most faithful hound."
Christian
"Yeah, but... you may not have noticed, but she's kinda that way with Blakesley too," Christian raised his eyebrows.
"By the orders of that... whoever it is... God, whatever. She does whatever Blakesley wants. Which means she'll be after us again in no time. This God doesn't want Kaleb unhappy for some reason."
Varian.
Varian sniffed slightly, lifting her chin.
"She caught me off gaurd. Otherwise I would have sent her to the ground, wings aflame. Ashtoreth will not find me where I'm thinking of going."
Christian
"Well that's just fine and dandy for you then, isn't it?" Christian scorned.
He wrapped his arms around himself and leant against the wall.
"This old bastard's turned out to be a lot more trouble than he's worth..."
Varian.
"Uncollar me and I'll take you with me and make sure you don't get eaten," Varian said.
"You could deal with dragons, couldn't you?"
Christian
Christian hesitated, looked up at her, then down again.
"I don't know what I can deal with anymore," he shrugged, "I'm having a hard enough time dealing with a f#!+ing human right now..."
Varian.
Varian made a 'pffft' noise between her teeth.
"He's not human. He's a machine pretending to be human. All gears and clicking little devices that think in relays...memory chips and video cameras and things...metal and plastic, not flesh and bone..."
She cocked her head slightly.
"His scent is cold. Hard. Metal but not blood..."
Christian
"At least when you cut him open he bleeds, and his bones snap easily."
Christian sighed and put his back to the wall, then slid down to the ground.
"He's a f#!+ing lunatic upstairs, but his shell is just as breakable as anyone's."
Varian.
"His soul is dead," Varian said.
"You on the other hand, are sparking with it. Darkly in a twisted way, to be sure, but you have soul. Meaning. Something."
Abruptly bored, she turned away, eyelashes sliding darkly across her cheek.
"I don't think I have a soul."
Christian
"But you can't be sure of that," Christian shrugged.
"If you didn't have some kind of soul, I'm surprised you'd be bound by promises so easily."
Varian.
Varian waved a finger at him in negation.
"No, that's just what I am. Bound to my word and bound to my oath. Especially when it's sealed with blood. To not keep my word would be..."
She hesitated for a moment.
"Suicide."
Christian
Christian shrugged again, hugging his knees in to his chest and leaning his chin on his arms.
"As I said, I wouldn't know much about it."
Varian.
"No, you don't know much about magic."
Varian walked over to him and stroked his hair briefly.
"Like silk. Anyway. I'm an abberation. I'm magic, but I was made with science. Makes for a split personality, and a looser grasp on reality then normal, I can tell you."
Christian
Christian looked up at her, then down again.
"Define reality," he chuckled softly.
Varian.
Varian grinned, then giggled.
"The pretence that the world exists. That anything exists. The illusion Brahma perpetuates called 'maya', the veil over the world. Reality is nonsense. That's why there are demons."
She smiled.
"And magic in general. There are dimensions with no magic at all, you know."
Christian
"Well I'd love to go there sometime. I'm sure it'd be a lot less confusing," Christian admitted.
He sighed.
"Whenever the hell someone finally kills off Kaleb."
Varian.
"Well, you know my opinion on that."
Varian shrugged slightly and touched his hair again.
"Kill the motherf*cking bastard. Quick would be nice. Slow would be better."
Christian
"I used to prefer slow..." Christian began.
"But now I just want him out of the way without hassle. I can't be stuffed drawing it out."
Varian.
"Rip out his throat," Varian said, then frowned.
"Well, I could do that. You kinda can't because your teeth aren't very sharp..."
She thought for a moment.
"Snap his f*cking neck."
Christian
"And if I did that..."
Christian raised his eyebrows.
"I would not put it past his father to kill me off afterwards. Either that or..."
He pulled a face.
"Make me watch him eat him."
Varian.
"Cannibalism is a good way to keep surplus population down," Varian said.
"Eating stupid people is like resource saving. Not only do you save resources by eating them instead of other food, since there are so many, many stupid people, but they don't consume any more either."
She smiled.
"The whitecoat should get eaten. I don't think anyone would want to eat the old man. He'd be all tough and probably not taste very nice."
Christian
"This is a really, really bad topic right now," Christian insisted.
He edged away from her and stood up again, hating the feeling of being crowded.
"I hope my freaking cocktail blood makes the old bastard sick."
Varian.
"And I just feel high..."
Varian put her hands over her mouth and giggled softly.
"But he's not naturally a blood drinker. Humans are weak."
Christian
"I know," Christian raised his eyebrows, "oh how well I know."
He went over to the cupboard and studied the locks for a moment, before looking around again.
"I hope I poison him. Although unfortunately he still seems to be alive, and the first time was a long time ago..."
Varian.
"Aww, diddums," Varian cooed.
She looked up and blinked.
"Whoa, colours...shiny. Pretty. You have pretty hair."
Christian
Christian gave her an odd look, before making his way over to the cage to check the wire he'd used to escape was still there.
"What's so good about it?" he asked, not really registering any interest.
He leant over, spotted the wire, and stood again.
Varian.
"Well, it's pretty," Varian said in a 'duh' voice.
"I'm just commenting on the general nature of reality. It looks different when you're buzzed out. You have a pretty aura, God only knows why...you're not a nice person. Nice people generally have prettier auras."
Christian
Christian chuckled.
"If I had a mirror, I might say I look like something out of Lord Of The Rings... not that I've seen more than the advertising. Some old style s#!+ anyway," he shrugged.
He took the tie out of his hair and shook it out.
Varian.
"Elves are usually prettier..." Varian said slowly.
"And pains. Enourmous, no, you can't burn up my forest! You can't hunt here! Oh no! A dragon is eating our village!"
She paused.
"Wait, no, that's humans who usually say that, Elves tend to shoot first, ask questions later. Humans scream and run. Genetic memory is an odd thing."
Christian
Christian shook his head.
"I never said anything about wanting to be pretty," he chuckled, "as far as I'm concerned, you take it or leave it."
He turned the tap on and had a drink.
Varian.
Varian waved her hand through the air, watched it and giggled hysterically.
"Mmmhmmm..."
Christian
Christian grinned as he watched her, then chuckled as he went to sit on the bench.
"Ok, no more blood for you tonight," he decided.
Varian.
"Not fair," Varian decided.
"Very nice blood. Tasty. Mmmhmmmmmmmm...animals really don't compare, although tasting them all so scared and frightened is nice. I like to fly. I can't fly here. It's very depressing."
She nodded vehemently.
"A dragon that can't fly is just too f*cking pitiful..."
Christian
Christian hesitated, swinging his legs.
"You're not pitiful," he said decidedly.
He slid off the bench and held his hand out to her.
"Come here."
Varian.
"Alright..."
Varian got up slowly and made her way over to him. She looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"Your aura's gone all sparkly..."
Christian
Christian shrugged.
"Maybe that's what happens when I keep a promise then. Ready for a lesson in life?" he raised his eyebrows.
Varian.
"Hmm?"
Varian blinked her eyes and focused on Christian again, rather then the pretty shiny lights.
"What?"
Christian
Christian grinned.
"What I said I'd teach you, of course," he shrugged.
He ran his fingers softly down her arms.
"There's just one rule though..."
Varian.
"Which would be...?" Varian asked.
She shivered slightly.
Christian
"No... shifting..."
Christian leant forward and kissed her.
"You have to stay exactly as you are."
Varian.
Varian nodded, tongue darting out to lick her lips slightly.
"I can do that... What was that? With ah..."
She touched his lips gently with her fingertips, then her own.
Christian
"That was a kiss," Christian chuckled.
He put his hands on her shoulders, and made her kneel down as he did.
"Want more?"
And he leant in to kiss her again.
Varian.
Varian nodded and kissed him again.
"Different...but nice..."
Christian
Christian began to lean over her, forcing her to lay down on her back.
He began to feel her up, starting from her breasts, before venturing down.
Varian.
"Oh!"
Varian's eyes opened wide in surprise then she moaned.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Christian
Christian grinned, glancing up at the door.
Oh, what he wouldn't give for Kaleb to see her enjoying this.
After making it about as pleasurable as he could for her, he went for the belt on his pants.
Varian.
Varian panted slightly then leant up to kiss him.
"Whitecoat definetly insane. How can he not like this?"
Christian
"You haven't felt nothing yet," Christian grinned.
He kissed her one more time, before slamming brutally into her.
Varian.
Varian cried out slightly in shock, fingers tightening on his shoulders.
"Ah!"
Christian
Christian began to solely concentrate on what he was doing, and getting a rhythm going.
He felt the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, but ignored it.
Varian.
Varian gasped softly, throwing her head back.
"Goddddddd..."
Christian
Once Christian had had enough, he pulled away and rolled over onto his back.
With a little effort, he did his pants back up, and ran his fingers through his hair.
Varian.
Varian closed her eyes and stretched slightly.
"Hmmhmmm..."
Christian
Christian took a deep breath and sighed, then rolled over.
"See you in a few hours."
Varian.
"Hmmmm..." Varian agreed sleepily.
Her form rippled and changed. Letting out a quiet sigh, khe laid khet head on khet paws and drifted off to sleep.
Christian
Christian heard Varian fall asleep.
He rolled back and looked the dragon over, before shifting further away and making himself comfortable on his side.
Closing his eyes, he drifted off.