inhotwater | VAMPIRE AU

[oh good he's on the bed that's a start.

While Edward's distracted with that, he's going to scramble for the restraints--and when he gets close to the bottom of that bag, he's going to snap one of them onto one of Edward's ankles]

[He doesn't notice that right away. The good thing about the bag is that, for now, it's basically his whole world.

But the bag's nearly empty. Not a lot of time left.]

[right, he's going to scramble to get at least his other leg--from there he thinks he can handle him. And he's going to snap that second padded leather cuff around his other ankle]

[He's done with the bag when that happens. And right away, his head snaps up.

It's still not... really him. There's no proper awareness of anything happening, it's still very much the beast. Not Edward.

And at that sound, that feeling, he tries to move and scramble off the bed, except

except his feet are stuck, so that's really not happening, and he snarls as he tries to move anyway.]

[It sure isn't happening.]

I'm sorry, Edward--I really am. [he...hates this actually--but he has to get him secured. So now that his legs are bound, he's going to basically use his not immeasurable strength to shove him down and straddle his torso, reaching for the restraints at the top corners and attempting to get those around his wrists]

[He's struggling, fighting against Oswald. Trying to, anyway. But the change isn't complete yet and his new strength hasn't kicked in, so he's no match for Oswald. Especially not when he has no control over himself.

So it's... well, it's not going to be easy, but he'll just be able to manage.]

[he manages it, but barely by the skin of his teeth, coming out with some scratches certainly. It would've been more if he wasn't wearing a full suit while doing this.

After he's all chained, Oswald swallows]

I'm sorry, Edward, just--I'm going to get you some more blood, just hold on-- [and he's climbing off of him, stumbling towards the kitchen]

[He snarls in response, trying to pull himself free. It isn't working, of course, the restraints won't budge. Nor will the bed, with it being bolted down.

He keeps trying anyway.]

[of course he does. Oswald can hear him the entire way to the kitchen and back to the bedroom,bringing the remaining six blood bags with him. He'll have to get more, he knows, but this hopefully will work for now.

He sets the first six down, putting a knee on the bed so he can lean over Edward before tearing the top open again with his teeth.

Now the question is whether he'll be able to get Edward to sit still enough to take it, or if he's going to have to force him until he gets the idea.]

[It's definitely not going to be the easy way. He notices the smell, of course, but far from sitting still he's pulling at the restraints even more. Trying to get loose so he can get to the blood.]

[The hard way it is.

Oswald swallows, shifting to straddle Edward's stomach again, weighing him down, keeping the top of the bag pinched between his thumb and index finger. His other hand darts down to grab Edward by the chin, hand cupped around his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks, trying to force his mouth open so he can begin to pour the blood straight into his mouth]

[If he wasn't struggling before, whoo boy... Oswald trying to force open his mouth like that is practically making him throw a fit. His limbs are stuck and of no help to him, but he's trying to move his head around.

It isn't working, but it's making it hard to get the blood in there easily, and it's not an easy straightforward pour. But enough of it makes it to his mouth and he's panting as it slides into his throat.]

[WELP he's...going to do his best. And he's just going to keep holding onto him until the entire bag's gone, before reaching for another]

[It's going to be messy. Right now, Oswald is basically trying to feed a wild animal.

Once they're done with the next couple of bags, at least, Edward does actually start to still and he stops trying to pull away. The initial hunger has been satiated enough, it seems. He breathes out - he may not need oxygen anymore, but he doesn't know that yet - and he just stares off into space.

It's... at least a little bit of calm, for the moment.]

[Oswald, also, breathes out, even though he doesn't need to, shoulders starting to slump. He sets the last empty bag aside, before finally climbing off Edward. He's shaking, even though he hasn't quite registered it yet, and as he tries to straighten, his ankle twinges badly from being under quite a bit of strain and then in one position for far too long.

He bites back a pained noise, forcing himself to at least move enough to sit on the edge of the bed. There he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees for a moment before forcing himself to his feet--his ankle, once again, protests, and he winces, nearly going down if not for his hand on the wall. He breathes again, a force of habit, before limping to the bathroom. Now that he's at least a little calmer, Oswald can try and get them cleaned up to the best of his ability]

[Edward does try to move, again, but not in the same frantic way as before. He's trying to shift, to lie down differently, but once it's clear he's not budging, he just... closes his eyes and rests a moment.

He's... so exhausted...]

[Oswald disappears into the bathroom, but he leaves the door open so he can hear what Edward's doing. There'll be the sound of running water as Oswald sheds his blood-soaked clothes, leaving him in his underthings which are...only a little bloodstained. It's better than the alternative. Then he's going to wash his hands, and grab a couple towels, getting them damp and soapy before limping back to the bed and sitting on the edge. One of the towels he hangs over the chair next to the bed; the other he settles in his hand and leans over Edward to start cleaning away the blood slowly and methodically.

His mind is a blank buzz right now, but that's fine because he needs to--he needs to finish this, all the way, before he can think about anything that's happened.]

[Edward doesn't look up as Oswald starts cleaning him. He just kind of lets him happen. He's not sure what's happening, but it feels... okay enough.

The blood is soaked all through his shirt, which is no surprise. The entire torso area is just covered. This wasn't a quick easy shot, this was either point blank or a very strong gun.

There's probably a nasty exit wound on the other end. That's... gonna have to get healed, once his body's all done with the embrace.

The wounds aren't gone yet. His throat's... it's a real mess. But at least it's easy to clean up, now that it's no longer bleeding.]

[it's...fine. It's fine. He just has to...methodically clean these and then go back to the bathroom, drop the white-now-red towels in the bath, get out the first aid kit and another set of wet towels and just...patch those up as best he can. It's not easy, considering the state of his clothes, and so he's definitely going to find a pair of scissors to just...cut off Edward's blood-soaked clothes.

He leaves him his underwear, of course, already trying to think of what he can get him as a replacement without releasing him. In the mean time, he's going to finish cleaning him off methodically and carefully. He feels absolutely exhausted, but just...keeps working. He has to get Edward entirely cleaned, get the sheets changed as best as possible, get him patched up, get himself patched up--so he just works. It's all he can do]

[It's at least... quiet and easy. For a time. Edward just lying there, resting.

Until he starts trying to move again.

Except it isn't like the last time. This time, he gasps, as it suddenly feels like his insides are on fire. There's a burning spreading through him, through his veins, and he lets out a low, pained whine in-between panting.

It hurts, it hurts so much, and he's trying to... to stop it or curl up or try to escape it, but he can't.

He's entering the second phase of the embrace now. His body burning through anything that no longer belongs in there now that he's a vampire.]

[Oh--Oh, that looks bad. He's just coming back in from the bathroom when Edward starts writhing on the bed, whining--and Oswald's throat tightens because that surely must be the second stage. He turns, going back into the bathroom to get the last clean towel, soaking it in cold water, before moving back to go sit on the bed, and starting to wipe down Edward's forehead and face--and then down his neck to avoid the bandages, his chest--it won't help too much, not really, but he has the vaguest memory of someone doing that for him when he was in the same state, and so he just...does it. What else can he do?]

Nngh...

[He leans into the touch when Oswald wipes his face. The cold of the towel feels good and it's the only thing distracting him from the burning.

It isn't much, but it's something and everything just

hurts.]

[he just...keeps methodically wiping his face and wiping him down. Anything to help even a little]

I'm sorry. [his voice is a bit raspy, and he feels like something's squeezing in his chest, and oh, his fingers are trembling] I'm sorry, Edward, just---it'll be fine, you'll get through it, I know it hurts, I'm sorry.

[None of that's really getting through.

But the wiping helps, and Edward keeps leaning into it more. It's a small bit of relief and he'll take it.

And he just kind of... blinks a little, vaguely looking at Oswald.]

[he's carding his fingers through his hair as well, brushing it away from his forehead, looking down at him, meeting his eyes as he keeps wiping him down with cool water]

Just...it'll be over soon. I hope. You'll get through this, Edward, I know you will. [his hand is shaking even harder now, and his eyes feel wet and he's blinking rapidly, trying to clear them.]

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