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Post by Matthew Williams on Sept 2, 2017 18:05:23 GMT -5
Only a week at the very most had passed since he’d awakened changed, but tracking the passage of time was the last thing on Matthew’s mind, now. At first, his thoughts had merely reflected confusion. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was something lunging at him from the shadows, pinning him down... red eyes that shone in the darkness, a devilish smirk, the whisper of words he couldn’t yet make out in his flashes of memory, then pain as never before. Eventually he’d recalled the words that had been said to him with smug satisfaction—“send your brother my regards”—but he hadn’t been able to dwell on it much, distracted by the burning sensation in his throat that grew the longer he stayed idle in whatever abandoned building he’d regained consciousness in. Matthew would think himself a fool in the future for not realizing sooner that he’d died during that encounter & become a thing of nightmares; however, in his defence, the sun had set an hour or two before he’d awoken & nothing had felt wrong in the beginning besides the pain in his throat. He’d tried ignoring it, until it became sharp & insistent, an indescribable thirst that would not be dulled even slightly by the water he’d been able to find. Slowly going mad by the foreign pangs, he’d ventured outside in search of something to relieve the feeling, only to find his gaze lingering on the first late night straggler he came across in a way that’d unsettled him. He’d felt compelled to approach, to just... expose the person’s throat... not aware that his body was subconsciously carrying out his wishes (i.e. moving him closer, elongating his fangs) until he was suddenly sating his thirst, soothing the burning feeling. It was only after the blood lust had cleared & he regained control of himself that Matthew realized what exactly he’d done to make the maddening thirst go away. Having opened his eyes only to see a limp body in his arms, a wound on the neck and an occasional drop of blood falling from... his chin, he’d discovered when a shaky hand had reached up to confirm his fears... the blond had dropped the body and scooted back, his eyes wide with terror. He’d done that. Scared of himself & confused, he’d scrambled away from the scene, searching frantically through tears for the building he’d woken up in. There was no one there that he would hurt. He would just stay there, ignoring the cravings until they either passed or were the end of him. Either way, Matthew refused to give into them again. He would not be a monster. He just... couldn’t be.
Francis Bonnefoy ...so someone is obviously refusing to even think about what he is now, & is hating himself anyways x'D. Good luck Francis |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Sept 9, 2017 4:36:20 GMT -5
It had been near a year since he had been changed, and Francis had mostly figured it out by now. He had always been a smart one, quick on the uptake of new things. So once he figured out what was going on (after a brief denial period before he needed food), he had learned what he needed to. Of course he couldn’t go home like this; he wouldn’t expose his parents and brother to what he had become. So it was best that he just went missing and for them to assume that he had run afoul someone and was killed… after all, that was what essentially happened after all. He missed them, but it was for their own safety. He wouldn’t expose the rest of them to the woman who turned him. She was his sire, his enemy, and he would be the one to take her out, no other causalities need to be made. He had been tracking her, feeding when needed here and there. He had learned enough not to kill, but how to just keep sating the thirst when needed. Of course none of his victims were willing, but that was the price for the monster he had become. No one would ever submit to having fangs puncturing a throat and having someone drink your life essence willingly. Francis had learned full use of his powers, he just needed more practice. It was easy to make the humans believe what he wanted them too… Of course with this realization it was easy for him to see that he fell into the trap willingly. He had been a hedonistic man when alive, and she was willing to satisfy that... But at a cost he had only come to learn. He had learned his lesson. Smelling the tinge of iron on the air, he sniffed, trying to track down where it was coming from. It was probably at least a few days old… someone had been murdered. He usually wouldn’t check it out as this was one of the worse areas of the city, but perhaps he could catch a meal himself. Carefully he followed the scent and found he was right, it was a few days old. Frowning at the marks in the neck and the way the blood was spilled, he shook his head. Someone was careless. Extending his fingertips into claws, he took out the person’s throat, making it look like a wild animal had attacked her. There would be no evidence that there was a vampire here. Walking away and the remaining blood from his fingertips, he returned to normal as he looked around. If he were a vampire that would be this careless, where would he be hiding? He had to either teach them if they were knew, or threaten them if they weren’t. Their kind could not afford this carelessness. He might have been killed, but he was still living a new life, one that he didn’t mean to be taken from him so soon.
"Stupid Vampire"
Matthew Williams
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Post by Matthew Williams on Sept 10, 2017 21:47:11 GMT -5
Since having unintentionally killed that human & hidden himself away, Matthew was not doing so well. Upon returning to the abandoned building, it hadn’t taken long for the revulsion he felt towards himself & what he’d done to make him physically sick, meaning any relief that this feeding could have granted him was probably lost. He found that disheartening, since his victim had therefore died for absolutely nothing; however, he found some peace in the thought of being able to just let himself starve now, instead of living off that woman’s blood for however long and then needing more. He hardly wanted to die, but he doubted he could live a life that depended on others dying by his hand. Fighting down survival instincts & ignoring the thirst when it reared its ugly head again was proving harder the second time around though, especially as the days passed. Denying his new state of being what it craved seemed to be making his sense of smell & his hearing sharper, to the point where he could tell if anyone was passing nearby and had to consciously fight to lock his muscles in place so as not to run out after them. Such fine-tuning of his senses to better detect beings with pulses was most likely circumstantial, a built-in survival mechanism in light of his choice not to feed, but it was only serving to make Matthew more unstable. He was at the point where he couldn’t focus on much beyond the snippets of human activity he could sense outside and the gnawing hunger, and had taken to pacing around, fangs slightly extended and irises a deep red, when Francis stumbled upon him. Of course, the appearance of someone suddenly in his safe space startled Matthew. He wasn’t familiar enough with others like himself to have been able to sense him approaching, and his attention had been elsewhere thanks to his hunger. Had he not been on edge, he would have taken a moment to appraise the intruder and probably recognized the familiar face of his brother and noticed that he lacked a heartbeat... however, his first (surprisingly human) instinct was to run. He could feel his fangs—he knew anyone seeing him right now would see him for what he’d become—but the quickest of glances revealed that the intruder was unintentionally blocking the doorway. Momentarily at a loss for what to do & becoming more panicked, Matthew ended up launching himself at the intruder and closing his teary eyes tight when close, not wanting to see the probable bloody result. He’d wanted this new kind of existence to end for himself, but... not by being discovered and then hunted down. He couldn’t chance that this person wouldn’t just run off to tell others, and since he wasn’t aware of the persuasive powers he now possessed and thus another way, he lunged on pure survival instincts, fangs bared.
Francis Bonnefoy Good thing he's still able to be conflicted; it probably helped that he hadn't felt a pull of 'prey' from him, not that he noticed.
It should make frenzied!Mattie a little easier to fend off, and successfully holding him at bay will just throw him off more, which is good for Francis. |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 4, 2017 20:09:02 GMT -5
He would hate to admit it later, but Francis was surprised upon being immediately attacked. He was expecting to have to hunt the building for the vampire, for most of the new and seasoned vampires the instincts screamed hide. But this one apparently had different ideas. Nearly being knocked over, he felt the teeth latch onto his neck and pierce his skin. There was only one think that kept him from dislodging the vampire and literally tearing him a new one. With his new senses, he could feel the tears on his neck, the slight trembling of the man against him. And the hands on his shoulders. Raising his arms, he did not remove him; no, he held him close and let him indulge in the lifeblood of their kind. It wouldn’t hurt to have this vampire drink some of his own blood, it might help him gain some control. His blood was older than his, and even if it wasn’t as old as some, it still had the power that came with being older than others. The man seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't place him. The blond hair could belong to any number of people, the way the hands trembled could have been anyone. And yet at the same time, it didn’t matter; he was still kin in this new life. He could only whisper lightly, knowing it would still be loud enough for the other to hear.
"Drink, my brother. Find what you need through me. I'll teach you our ways, how to survive in this world. You are my family now. ... "He just moved to caress the back of the man's hair, trying to sooth him as much as he could. Francis knew his blood wouldn't completely satisfy the new vampire, but it would be enough for the moment to regain his senses.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Oct 9, 2017 8:41:36 GMT -5
Fangs having pierced flesh, Matthew kept his eyes closed tight and drank. The blood that flowed into his mouth tasted off and not nearly as enticing as what he’d previously had, but a few desperate gulps of it still had him feeling better. Thankful for relief of any kind, he let himself indulge without questioning the difference in taste much, gradually dulling his thirst back down to a manageable level. It was only when he started being able to think clearly again that he registered being held, and that there was a hand running through his hair soothingly. He was not sure what to make of that, since it was not a reaction he’d ever expect from someone being preyed upon, who’d just been lunged at and bitten into. Screaming and thrashing in an attempt to get free would have made more sense. Thoroughly perplexed, he remained latched onto his oddly calm victim’s neck a little longer, drinking less urgently in an attempt to chase away the last hints of being hungry and to feel more reassured that his craving was satisfied. The man’s words might have explained why that feeling never ended up coming to him (and why his blood had tasted different), but the painful familiarity of his voice was all Matthew registered. Carefully, he removed his fangs from the other’s neck, hoping with all his might that he was hearing things, that he hadn’t just attacked and fed from his saint of a brother who’d held and comforted him through the whole thing. Running into him at all was a miracle, since he’d been thought to have met an unfortunate end, but... that fact could be overshadowed easily enough if one thought they might have drank too much from a (seemingly) human sibling to recover from. Needing to know for sure, Matthew raised his head from the man’s neck to look at him properly with tear-stained cheeks, his eyes having mostly lost their red hue & returned to their natural colour. His fangs were also in the process of retracting, having served their purpose. More than frightening, the fledgling vampire probably just looked frightened & upset as he gazed upon his brother’s face. “Francis... oh my god...” he managed to get out, before starting to find it difficult to breathe. He’d intended to kill when he’d launched himself at the intruder, to avoid being discovered. He’d surely taken too much blood thanks to the state he’d been in for his brother to walk away from this too. He couldn’t have his brother’s blood on his hands. He couldnt’ be responsible for that. The mere thought had him trembling and gasping for air.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 30, 2017 10:46:13 GMT -5
Eyes closed as the vampire drank from him, and drank deeply, it left a near euphoria type feeling in him. He had heard there was some humans that had actually enjoyed this… and now he could see why. To a man who had always lived a hedonistic life, this was appealing. Though he knew this was not how he wanted to feel this way. The vampire in him wasn’t enjoying it nearly as much, wanting to claw the being from his neck and stop it. But he let the man continue to feed, keeping his eyes closed as he continued to talk softly, comforting. Feeling the fangs withdraw, he sighed lightly, knowing that his body would heal the wound in a matter of moments and that he would have to feed again himself to replace the blood that was lost. Well, it was a good thing he was on the bad side of town already, he should be able to find an easy target here, one that he could feed from without drawing a crowed or worrying about a strong willed person making it harder for him to get his meal. He knew his eyes would be red when he opened them, and he hoped the other knew about that quirk of their kind. He could feel his own fangs extending, a thirst making itself known in his throat. It was where the cards would be played. So for now, he knew it was getting close to be time to start helping the new vampire, teaching him the ways so he wouldn’t be so famished, wouldn’t need to drink someone dry.
“Francis... oh my god...”Hearing those words in a voice that he never thought that he’d hear again, his eyes snapped open as he looked down at his real brother, one that he thought he had left behind in his old life. Red eyes gazed down on him form a pale face, searching as emotions danced through them. Confusion to fear to anger to joy, they all passed over the ever increasing red spread across them. Parting his lips, his fangs peaked out from under his lip, the grip on his brother tightening to that beyond a human could manage before it softened again. He was having trouble breathing… not that he really needed to breathe. Swallowing hard and closing his eyes against the scratching in his throat, he pulled his brother to his chest, holding tight as he hissed, anger filled. “Mattiew? How… Why?” He growled deep in his throat, teeth showing more than they were before. It was a predator’s growl, but it wasn’t directed towards his brother. I f he could have cried, he probably would have. But out of gladness or sadness, he didn’t know. But for now, all he could do was to hold onto him, finally able to ignore the hunger in his throat, the crawling feeling in his gut that wasn’t yet demanding to be sated.
“Your safe with me now… I’m not going to let you go again…. I’m sorry…. “
Matthew Williams ~506 words~
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Post by Matthew Williams on Dec 28, 2017 23:06:54 GMT -5
Thankfully Matthew’s panic diminished a bit when he met Francis’s gaze & discovered that his eyes were crimson instead of the familiar shade of blue he was expecting. It meant that he hadn’t just robbed his brother of enough precious life blood to warrant concern, and that instead, he must have taken some of the blood his brother had already consumed, as a vampire. That would explain the off quality to it anyways, since it wasn’t fresh. Still, that realization was distressing in & of itself. Had his brother been like this since his disappearance? Had he suffered the cravings & grappled with guilt, all alone all this time? Matthew both wanted to know the circumstances that befell Francis & didn’t, unsure if his heart could bear knowing the truth just yet. Drawing a shaky breath, the fledgling vampire just clung tighter to his older brother, drawing some comfort from being held reassuringly. “I refused to believe you were gone for good, when you went missing,” he began explaining. “I kept looking, but must have been getting too close to the truth, to the one responsible. I... I was attacked one night, lunged at... and when I woke up, my throat burned something awful... but how on earth was I supposed to know what had truly happened to me?” It was an empty question accompanied by a mirthless, disbelieving laugh. Vampires had been things of stories, meant to scare but completely fictional. “It was only later that I had to accept. When there was a—” He paused, struggling to get the words out past his guilt. “...When there was a body.”
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 4, 2018 11:18:37 GMT -5
Francis was glad to feel his brother calming down once he realized what was going on. He also knew what his brother had to be thinking, the bittersweet tang of iron in his throat and the joyful sadness that he felt. After all, he was feeling the same thing currently at finding his brother in a similar position to one that he had found himself in a while ago. Moving to pull Matthew closer, he just held him, running his hand along his back, just feeling a closeness he hadn’t felt with anyone since before he was turned.
“I refused to believe you were gone for good, when you went missing,” he began explaining. “I kept looking, but must have been getting too close to the truth, to the one responsible. I... I was attacked one night, lunged at... and when I woke up, my throat burned something awful... but how on earth was I supposed to know what had truly happened to me?”Francis just sighed and shook his head. He should have known his brother would do that, but he could not have foreseen just what would come of it. Precognition was not one of his powers after all. He wished he would have left a word for Mattie not to find him, but there had been no words, and it probably would have led to this same occurrence. “Either you were close and the same woman that turned me had found you….. or its one hell of a coincidence that you were turned too. Do you remember anything of what they looked like?”
He hoped it was just a coincidence, or he would have to double his hunt for the woman that had turned both of them. He couldn’t see what the point was in turning them both, but perhaps it was just the woman’s twisted sense of fun. “ It’s always the body that clues us in first, if our sire isn’t around to explain. At least it was with me. There’s no sense of what will help the growing hunger… food sits in our stomach like rocks until we force it from our body. Then as we get hungrier and hungrier, our instincts take over and we lunge for a kill…” He just pulled his brother closer again, breathing in, wishing he could change the fate of his brother. “Its after that that we need to put the pieces together, to figure out how to survive… I can teach you Matthew, we can still be a family, survive in this new world with each other… We don’t have to kill, we can just take what we need and go. But I don’t want to lose you again, not now, not when fate has brought us together in a way that I was trying to avoid exposing you too…”
Matthew Williams
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 6, 2018 16:24:58 GMT -5
Matthew squeezed his brother’s arm reassuringly when he was pulled close again. There was no way he was going to strike out on his own like this or leave Francis now that he’d finally found him. Perhaps they would go their separate ways briefly sometime in the future, to experience some of the world apart, but currently, he couldn’t imagine ever wanting that. What if one of them was discovered, and hunted down? Longevity, sharp fangs, and enhanced speed and strength didn’t translate to indestructibility. He would worry for the other if they parted ways. “I’m not going anywhere, brother, but... how can we not kill?” he asked, unsure if he could believe that was possible. He was freshly turned, and when he’d tried to push the thirst from his mind and not indulge it, it’d consumed his thoughts and driven him to drink too much when he’d finally cracked. He couldn’t even remember being all that present mentally while sating the thirst. “It was stronger than I was.” Granted, starving himself prior probably hadn’t helped any chance he might have had at control, but he couldn’t have known that. As to his brother’s question concerning the one who had attacked and turned him, Matthew found it a lot easier to focus enough to think back to that event thanks to having both sated that thirst earlier and calmed down in his brother’s hold. Unfortunately, his memory of the event was still comprised mostly of flashes: a flurry of movement, red eyes, pain. Frowning, he focused harder, trying to pick out a clearer glimpse of the attacker or any clear identifiers amidst the chaos of that memory. “The red eyes were the only thing that stood out before, but now that I can think more clearly on it, it was definitely a woman. She had... long hair. A pretty face, but a cruel smile. She leaned in... and said something to me...”He trailed off & shuddered, remembering the sickening twist in her smile after the words were whispered to him, right before she sunk her teeth in and his world faded to nothing but pain, then darkness. “... Send your brother my regards.” he echoed when it returned to him, and he turned a fearful look on Francis. Not a coincidental vampire encounter, then; it had been personal.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 8, 2018 12:44:02 GMT -5
He just continued to hold his brother close, breathing in, keeping himself in as much control as he could as he could feel the creeping hand of hunger try to wrap itself around his throat. He was too old to give into its want, but he knew he needed to feed soon, to show Matthew how to survive in this world now. “I’m not going anywhere, brother, but... how can we not kill?"“The main key to it I have found, is to feed when you first start feeling hungry, that way only a bit will satisfy you. If you wait until you’re starving, then it is much harder. We’ll go out and I’ll find someone to feed on, then we’ll get someone for you. My blood should last you perhaps another day, but we need to get you some fresh soon as blood from another vampire isn’t as satisfactory to us as human’s is. Now, let me look at you.” Pulling away a bit, he looked his brother other, satisfied that he had grown into a man before he was turned. He was out of that lanky body phase of teenage years, he looked like an adult. He looked strong, something that always impressed him. He knew that it would be hard for his brother in this life, but he would have to adjust, and Francis knew that he was the best one for this, that he knew how his brother was and he could sooth anything that made it hard for him. Though at hearing about the woman and what was said, he couldn’t help but to his and to reveal his fangs, eyes flashing red and facial expression shifting slightly, looking more like a hunter than a regular man. Coughing a bit, he got himself back under control, shaking his head to get his teeth to retract again.
“Sorry about that… It sounds like the woman who turned me…. Not quite the same way as you, but leaving us alone to fend for ourselves…. I never wanted you like this Mattie… I didn’t want you hurt, it’s why I vanished. Now I have even more reason to kill her if I ever find her….”
Matthew Williams
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 24, 2018 20:04:56 GMT -5
Matthew hung his head a little upon hearing that starving himself hadn’t been the way, though in his defence, he’d had no way of knowing that the thirst that plagued him would get so bad or lead him to do what he’d done when it was ignored. It was also disappointing to hear that the blood he’d taken from Francis wouldn’t sate him long, and thus couldn’t be a long-term solution to their plight. “That must be why your blood tasted... bland, when I bit you—to discourage vampires from drinking from other vampires, and cheating the system of needing to prey on the helpless,” he reasoned, unable to help the bitterness that eventually crept into his voice. Matthew resented that drinking from unsuspecting & fragile people was the only way for him and his brother to carry on living. Even with enough self-control not to drink so much that a feeding turned fatal, wouldn’t such an event be scarring for the one bitten? No one deserved to be preyed upon like that... like they both had been (and by the same malicious woman too). Francis reacted violently to that realization, his outrage immediately bringing forth his more vampiric traits. Matthew shrunk back a little at the sight, though he knew that his having been purposefully turned by the same vampire after Francis made things extremely personal. Once he’d regained his composure, it was Matthew’s turn to bristle. He’d encountered the one responsible for driving Francis out of their lives. The one who had made it impossible for him to return to them. Even if Matthew was normally docile, he wanted her to pay for that above all else.
“You’ll let me at her too,” he growled softly.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on May 5, 2018 9:38:47 GMT -5
“That must be why your blood tasted... bland, when I bit you—to discourage vampires from drinking from other vampires, and cheating the system of needing to prey on the helpless”
Francis could only nod in agreement, still holding his brother close before slowly pulling an arms distance away. Looking him over, he nodded before letting him go in order to find a seat in this broken down place. He made one on a bit of broken concrete, getting himself comfortable and crossing his legs.
“Essentially, as far as I can tell. I don’t know the full workings of why or any of it, but that’s as good of a reason as any I can tell. I mean, it’ll do in a pinch like this one."Looking around, he just sighed. He didn’t want his brother like this; that was why he had stayed away in the first place. But now he just patted the spot beside him, looking him up and down.
“We need to get you new clothes. But first, I need to show you how we survive and feed without regular humans getting wind of our kind, without killing. I think you’ll be safe now to do that. We have specific powers that let us… entrance others. I’ll call it that. It was partially how she got me, in addition to my own folly of falling for a pretty face and being led on. I’ll get you a victim the first time so you can watch what I do. Would that work for you?”He hated the way it sounded, but he knew it was how it had to be. They could talk more about all this once they were both fed. At least Francis was starting to be distracted by the burning coming from his throat.
Matthew Williams
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jul 23, 2018 21:37:35 GMT -5
Matthew looked down at the mention of his clothes and felt a little sick again, not having noticed the drying smudges of blood on his shirt from when he’d lost control earlier and drank without holding back. They’d blended somewhat into the dark colour of the material, but anyone paying attention might notice them, and anyone with a similarly sharp sense of smell would probably be able to detect the faint, coppery smell he now noticed was clinging to his person too thanks to his carelessness. “At least I wasn’t wearing white,” he replied as he took a seat beside his brother, choosing to try to focus on the silver lining instead of the sickening state of his attire. That could wait until after he’d wrapped his head around his new existence a bit better, so he turned his attention to Francis and listened attentively to what he had to say on not killing.
“What exactly is... entrancing?” Matthew asked, confused about what such a power looked like. The word made him think of being mesmerized by something (like a lovely face), but how something like that could also keep victims in the dark about what they truly were was beyond him. “What does it do, and how does one do it?” He gazed at Francis curiously, determined to learn a better, more controlled way of surviving like this. As for his brother’s suggestion of learning by watching—that was met with a bit less enthusiasm. “I... don’t really like the thought of you preying on someone for me,” Matthew began, looking away, “though I’ll admit I will probably need to see the power you speak of in action to fully understand it, and before trying to use it myself.” He absolutely did not want to risk going in on his own to sate his thirst again without having tools to do things differently, if he could help it.
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