( OPEN ) i'm running out of time

[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and you!
When: The day/night before and night of the full moon
Where: Aefenglom
What: An assortment of interactions with Treffy leading up to the full moon where his bloodlust finally becomes too much to handle.
Warnings: Swearing, Trevor being Trevor, moments of panic, possible blood drinking. A mixed bag really.


01-a. i'm going through withdrawals. ( the day before )
[ The blizzard might have taken a hike but all this snow sure as hell hasn't and Trevor's had to stop for the fourth time to take his one boot off and smack it against the nearest wall to rid the inside of snow that's managed to somehow get in there.

He has his fluffy cloak wrapped around him but it's not like he needs it that much what with his body temperature slowly but surely dropping like the weather's. The hood's up, though. The sun or brightness of the sky doesn't cause him any pain but it sure as hell makes him feel tired a lot faster. So, the hood's up while he's out like this. But it's another day in this godforsaken place and another day of having to deal with the shitty hand he's been dealt here and he somehow keeps getting snow in his stupid boot??

Annoyed, he hurls his boot in a fit of stupid anger and stands there. On one leg. Hand against the wall he'd been smacking his boot against. Missing a boot.

Yeah.

Luckily it didn't go too far? So with a bit of a hop, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Just... take a deep breath. ]

Hey. Could you- pass me that? Didn't mean to chuck it all the way over there.

[ Except he sort of did??? ]


01-b. the city's cold and empty. ( the day before )
[ Wandering the snow-covered city during the day hours has caused Trevor to drop himself under the first tree he finds and just. Lay there. In the snow. Wrapped up in his fluffy cloak. Dozing off. Just like that. The day exhausts him the more he's out in it, even with overcast skies and with feeling even more drained than he normally does he just decides fuck it. A tree has always been good enough for him for a napping spot.

Arms crossed, legs stretched out, maybe he can sleep this off. Until he hears someone or something close by(??) and grumbles to himself, though doesn't bother to open his eyes or move at all. ]

Scram. Get your own tree.


02. i'm drowning in the night. ( the night before )
[ Finding Trevor holed up in whatever bar or tavern he's managed to find for himself on an evening like this is just another day that ends in y, really. He's near the back of the place, table to himself, large glass of whatever ale he's taken a liking to for the night nearly half finished, and about two or three bowls of snack food around him which he continues to pop into his mouth about every three seconds or so. Needless to say, doesn't take him long to finish those off.

Beneath the table, his leg bounces, teeth chewing on the pad of his thumb and eyes looking both wide and concerned about something. About someone. About him. He's starting to think that maybe coming here was a bad idea. Something inside him feels unsettled. But if he can distract himself with the snacks and drinks, maybe he can fool himself into thinking it's all in his head? It's stupid but that mind over matter shit is a thing, right?

So, hope you don't mind a desperate Trevor leaning over to your table and reaching for whatever drink or food you have there. ]

You're not going to finish that, are you? So... let me take that off your hands for you. Thanks.


03. when i'm like this you're the one i trust | full moon (blood)lust.
[ It starts with what can be described as hunger pains when he wakes. Must have forgotten to eat yesterday. But as fingers clutch tight at his chest, his mind spirals into a panic at what this sudden pain is. Thirst. He's thirsty and it's not for a cold beer. It's for something warm. Something dark and flowing through the veins of every living creature around him and he can hear it. Their heartbeats. Thump. Thump. Thump. The blood pumping from their hearts and flowing through their veins. It's loud like running water and it hurts not only within the center of his chest, but down his throat as well.

Trevor's out the door and in the snow. Eyes wide, fingers trembling as they clutch the center of his shirt. Shit this is a sort of pain he's never quite felt before and he honest to god has no idea if he can fight this until the full moon passes.

He stumbles in the snow, trying to get away from the general populace in hopes that it might lessen the pain, lessen everything that he feels and hears. He goes to take his whip from his side as a means to catapult him over the buildings, but it hurts and he swears under his breath as he drops the Morning Star to the snow. Shit. It's down the alley he goes, stumbling against stone walls and fighting through the snow as he hurries, pulling himself along the walls. ]

Get out of my way- move!

[ Anyone in his way he narrowly avoids, pushing them aside with his shoulder or even shoving them down to the ground as he takes off. Faster. Harder. He needs to get away from everyone. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

He trips over his own feet and stumbles into the snow, rolling down a hill and smacking into a tree. Everything hurts, but it's not from his fall. It's from what he denies himself, what the full moon tries to convince him that he needs. Scrambling, a shaky hand clutches at the tree and he kneels there, crouched over, trying to breathe when his throat feels as though it's closing up on him almost. He can't do this. There's no fucking way he can hold off when he feels as though he's burning from the inside. ]



(( Trevor's first dealings with bloodlust! o/ feel free to shoot me a PM or PP ourselves on plurk if you'd like to discuss anything/set something up with him. c: ))

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[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker is nearby when he hears the sudden smack into a tree. Well, there goes his peace and quiet -- he likes to isolate himself on a full moon from his Bonded as an attempt to keep them safe. Even if it's freezing out here and he's fucking miserable because of it, he'd rather be further away from those he cares about if something sets him off as badly as the mists did last month.

Well, the noise does get him to move and take a few cautious steps closer to the tree. He recognizes the lump at the base of it, though he makes no move to approach any further. The full moons do things to monsters, after all. ]

... I would ask if you're alright, but I know you're not.

[quickwhip]

[ Ordinarily, he might have heard Berserker's presence a lot sooner than at the last few seconds. But given his mind going into a panic and his entire body feeling nothing but pain, he's a little distracted, to say the least.

Fingers of one hand dig into the bark of the tree while the others clutch at the front of his shirt, gaze lifting to just barely meet the dragon's as he kneels there trying to endure the pain. In doing so, he forces himself to smile, despite it being pained. ]

Of course I'm fine. [ He barely chokes that out. ] I just... fell down a hill.

[curruid_coinchenn]

You're a bad liar.

[ He takes a few steps closer, still maintaining a little bit of distance between them. The dragon's on edge, though it doesn't show beyond the way his fists are clenched. ]

You have to stop fighting it. [ His voice softens just a little bit. ] It'll only get worse the more you fight it.

[quickwhip]

[ The laugh he gives is a bitter one laced with pain and anger, stumbling back some to keep his distance from Berserker. ]

I'd rather die.

[ Not that... he isn't going to. At some point. That's just how it goes when you're drawn the card of vampire for a monster. But giving in like this. To be dependent on blood... the thought alone makes him feel sick despite the way his throat burns for that warmth sliding down it. ]

I won't become that. I don't want to.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker would call him on that little fact, but now is not the time -- at least he recognizes that for once instead of making the situation markedly worse.

Another step closer and he decides to kneel down in the snow. There's no sense in pushing this further; he's not trying to intimidate Trevor or get into a fight. He's helping in the worst way he knows how. ]

It doesn't matter if you want to or not, you can do nothing to change what's happening... [ If here were capable of sounding sympathetic, it would go here. However, he's not -- he speaks in the same quiet apathy as ever. ] None of us wanted what's happened to us.

[ His own changes were exceptionally painful; not traumatizing, but painful. The mental changes made him lash out and nearly attack people he would have never considered harming. It's been a less than pleasant experience all around. ]

[quickwhip]

[ It says something that he's not pushing Berserker away. That he's not stumbling back in the snow and attempting to run as far away from here and the dragon as possible. He's not so sure he can call them friends, but they have a sort of understanding about one another, don't they? That's why he hasn't left. That's why Berserker hasn't left. That's why the dragon himself came over here to begin with.

Or something.

Trevor moves a hand to his mouth, trembling as he does so while eyes squeeze shut and he tries to somehow will the fucking pain away. It's so painful. Unlike anything he's ever felt before and he doesn't know how much longer he can try and withstand it when it feels like he's burning from the inside and his mind is screaming at him to fucking do something. ]

Why don't you just kill me? Put me out of my misery?

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ They do have an understanding of sorts. Berserker has trouble calling anyone a friend, even those he's closest to. It's a difficult thing for him to grasp when people used to fall solely into two categories: allies and enemies. Trevor is, at least, in the ally category.

Berserker's eyes narrow as his lip curls back in a snarl to show his teeth. The irritation passes quickly and the apathy settles back in on his expression. ]

If that's what you truly want, I will kill you. [ It's what he's good at. He doesn't like doing it because it grew boring, but he will still do it. ] But what do you think that will do? Maybe I'll only hasten your complete transformation...But if you really crave death so badly, I will give it to you.

[ Not out of mercy (because he has no mercy to spare for anyone), but out of annoyance and curiosity. Trevor's self-pitying behavior is grating on his nerves and killing him would stop it. ]

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[beautyisthebeast]

[She does start to call out to Trevor as she sees him coming her way, but barely opens her mouth before he's shoving past her. Where on earth is he going in such a hurry?

Through a snowdrift. And down a hill. And into a tree.

Oh dear. Without thinking, she's hurrying after.]

Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?

[She reaches out a hand to help steady him. Hopefully he isn't hurt too badly.]

Trevor?

[quickwhip]

[ Oh... no. If there were ever someone he didn't want to come across when like this, Marianne would certainly be one of them.

When her hand reaches out for him, he smacks it away and nearly stumbles back into the snow. She can't be here when he's like this. He doesn't want to hurt her. ]

Stay away from me!

[ He chokes that out, dropping to his knees again as he clutches at the front of his shirt. It hurts but he doesn't want to hurt her when he's like this. ]

Just- go. I'm fine.

[beautyisthebeast]

[Marianne flinches back as her helping hand gets smacked away. He clearly doesn't want her around, and really who could blame him? She probably should leave. But...]

You... you don't look fine.

[He looks like he's in pain. And there's no way she could just turn away. She takes a tentative step closer.]

Please... let me help you.

[quickwhip]

[ Oh god... she just won't leave, will she? ]

You can't help me.

[ He barks that at her, fingers trembling as he holds a hand out as a means to keep a sort of distance between them. He can just barely control himself right now. If he snaps and gives into the thirst causing his entire body to both tremble and fall to this pain... ]

Just go, Marianne. I don't want to hurt you.

[beautyisthebeast]

['I don't want to hurt you?' Oh that's a big red flag, isn't it? But he's obviously in so much pain.

Too worried about him to leave and too nervous to move closer, she settles for wringing her hands anxiously.]

I....

[And Trevor certainly has a point. Can she really help him? After a moment, she concedes with a sigh.]

Maybe not. I'm not usually much help to people.

[More often the opposite. For all she knows whatever is happening here is her fault too. And yet she still gathers up her courage.]

But... but if you tell me what's wrong, then... I could try...?



I'd like... to try...

[quickwhip]

This isn't your fucking fault.

[ He chokes that out, excuse his poor language there, Marianne. ]

I'm a... fucking vampire. [ And the way he so bitterly spits that out. He hates it. Absolutely fucking hates admitting that. ] You know what those are, don't you? What they need?

[ Because he doesn't want to say it. ]

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[lonewanderer]

[ Two snarls erupt at once as Trevor reaches for the food on Lex's table. One snarl is from her dog, sitting next to the table; the other is from Lex herself, fox-teeth bared as one eagle-taloned hand goes to snap for Trevor's wrist. ]

I'm going to finish it.

[ Food isn't something Lex wastes; the wastelands were too cruel for that. Wasted food was wasted life, and besides, a discarded chunk of meat or canned good would draw in something to try and eat you. ]

[quickwhip]

[ Oh, well... this isn't going according to plan?? Not that he had much of one to begin with and why would a plan be needed in the first place? He's just... needing a distraction. Something to chew on. That isn't, you know, a person. ]

Sorry. Just... you know. Right?

[ That makes no sense whatsoever and Trevor just sort of STARES at that taloned hand there. ]

You've got a funny looking hand there.

[lonewanderer]

[ It sure doesn't make sense, and Lex's brows furrow as she looks at him. He looks... she's not sure. Unhealthy, maybe? Feverish? ]

I'm a chimera, in this world, [ she says after a moment, slowly releasing her grip on him. ] Fox and eagle.

[ There's a moment of hesitation and then Lex sighs. ]

Sit down, get some more food. I know what it's like to be hungry.

[ Not quite in the way that Trevor's experiencing, to be fair, but... still. ]

[quickwhip]

[ A Chimera, huh? Well there's something you don't come across everyday. Except... someone else he knows is, right? Feathers and all... yeah. He's about to make a remark about malting before the direction to sit down is made and he just... stares to her. Blinks for a moment, too. ]

Are you... offering to buy me something?

[ Is that what this is?? ]

sorry for the wait! tis the season for slow tags i guess ;;

[lonewanderer]

I... guess?

[ She's not sure she really meant it that way, but- well. She does know what it's like to be hungry. ]

Within reason. What do you want?

no worries!!

[quickwhip]

[ Oh, she's... actually going to?? Well that's a bit unexpected. But... never turn down the chance for free food?? ]

Uh... meat. Preferably cooked. [ He doesn't want the taste of blood, ok?? Screw what his body says. ] Not raw or anything I mean.

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[blackbonded]

[ Shiro stops in his tracks when he spots someone seemingly asleep beneath a tree. Normally, he wouldn't bother them, but it's snowing. By the time he draws closer he still can't quite see who it is but he recognizes that voice almost instantly. ]

Trevor?

[ He sounds surprised and a little confused. ]

What are you doing out here?

[quickwhip]

[ Oh... shit?? That's his name he's addressed by alright and it's with an eye peeking open that it takes him... a good moment or two to make out who it is talking to him. Right. Masquerade. He remembers now. ]

Oh... I'm... resting my eyes. Can't you tell?

[blackbonded]

[ Resting his eyes... ]

In the snow?

[ Give him some credit. ]

[quickwhip]

...yesssss??

[ He's... not entirely sure what the problem is here but, ok, probably looks a bit weird and all. ]

Have you never slept under a tree before?

[blackbonded]

Not in the snow.

You tend to get frostbite.

[quickwhip]

Alright, fair enough. But that won't really matter much anyway.

[ Still, he comes to pull himself up into a seated position, patting at his fluffy cloak a bit before he lazily looks over to Shiro. ]

What are you doing out here anyways?