VAMPIRE AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[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]

[enigmaster]

[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.]

[agoodname]

[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]

[enigmaster]

[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...]

[agoodname]

[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.]

[enigmaster]

[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.]

[agoodname]

[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]

[enigmaster]

[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.]

[agoodname]

[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?]

[enigmaster]

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.]

[agoodname]

[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.

[enigmaster]

[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.]

[agoodname]

[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.]

[enigmaster]

[For a bit, it's almost nice. The touch is pleasant and he leans his head into it as much as he can, eyes slowly closing. Then Edward winces and hisses, as the burning gets worse, and he presses his eyes shut tightly, moaning from the pain. It's going to be a long night.]

[agoodname]

[Edward winces, hisses, moans--he's in pain and Oswald can do nothing about it. Not only can he do nothing, he's the cause. He presses his lips together to try and keep them from trembling, just....gently trying to soothe until this is over. Or until he falls asleep and Oswald needs to try and figure out how to get more blood from the blood bank.]

[enigmaster]

[It won't be over for a while. It's hours later when Edward finally stops writhing and making pained sounds, finally going still. But... at least it does happen, eventually. It's hard to say if he's asleep or just too exhausted from the pain to do anything. It makes little difference right now. Of course, by this point, there's not a whole lot of nighttime left...]

[agoodname]

[Oswald swallows, glancing at the clock as Edward finally relaxes. He doesn't have much time--and he's heaving himself to his feet, throwing on a very plain suit as quickly as possible and retrieving a stack of ememergency funds from a locked safe behind one of the paintings. Then he's going to go and try and retrieve some more blood bags while Edward rests.]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward... sleeps. For the rest of the night, the next day, and the whole of the next night, he lies there on the bed, still, eyes shut, and just sleeps. His body has a lot of healing to do and it's starting the process now. The Embrace would be going a lot smoother without that - he might actually be awake and lucid now, if it weren't for that. But, well. If nothing else, this will give Oswald some breathing room. So to speak.]

[agoodname]

[He does manage to make it to the blood bank and back to restock just as the sky is starting to turn colors. He slips back into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him, before depositing his haul into the refrigerator. Oswald has the fleeting, hysterical thought that he can't go back there to get blood because the tally will be too high--he'll have to visit a couple different ones. As he steps into the bedroom, though, he freezes, staring at Edward on the bed, heart in his throat. He looks...dead. A moment later, he rationalizes that, of course he does, he's turning into a vampire. Oswald swallows, hard, before making his way across the room, hoisting himself up to sit at the head of the bed on the corner, leaning over to just...give him a cursory look. Maybe reaching out to run his fingers through Edward's hair again]

[enigmaster]

[Edward's colder, now. Not surprising. He was already cold before, from the blood loss, but now he's starting to truly feel like a corpse. The only thing giving away the fact that he isn't is the way he subtly shifts when Oswald goes through his hair. Other than that... nothing. He's still resting.]

[agoodname]

[It's...a relief, then he moves. Even subtly. He's still here. It was too close. Far too close. Even this situation isn't great. It isn't good. It's bad even; you're not supposed to Embrace someone without permission--extensive permission. Years in the making, even. Oswald leaves a hand in Edward's hair--he's started trembling again, and he presses a hand to his own face, taking in deep, shaking breath, trying to start to sort over what just happened and it's...it's so much.

1/2

[enigmaster]

[It's a lot to deal with. And a lot to think about. For what time he has, anyway. Right now, outside, the sun is rising. Edward keeps sleeping.]

2/2

[enigmaster]

[He sleeps through most of the next night, too... Until near the end of it, that he starts writhing again, pulling at the restraints. He's healed a lot, which means he's gone through most of his blood supply and now, he's hungry again. And he's much stronger, now, blessed with new strength from the Embrace. He's still very much restrained - stuck - but it's making a racket as he struggles and tries to get free.]

[agoodname]

[WHOO BOY yeah that'll get Oswald moving. He didn't sleep very well during the day, but during most of the night, did manage to clean up the left over blood and any traces. He didn't leave, though--he was too worried about Edward waking up again. As soon as he hears that thrashing, though, he's going to grab another couple blood bags from the refrigerator and move quickly to the bedroom. He sets the blood bag on the side table before sitting on the bed, leaning over Edward's thrashing body, frowning, trying to see if there's any recognition at all]

Edward?

[enigmaster]

[Nothing yet. Not too surprising, once Oswald gets a closer look at Edward. It looks like the gunshot has healed well, gone without a trace now, but the wound on his neck is still there. He needs more blood to heal that. He probably won't be lucid while his body's going through all the blood he's given to heal up. There isn't enough left for the hunger to subside.]