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[log] rise and shine [closed]

Characters: Beckett, Brian, and Jade!
Location: Building 167
Date: Day 130, morning
Summary: Beckett's in for a rude awakening. He didn't ask for a wake up call. Wordplay. Seriously, though, Jade gets jumped. Because he's not a morning person.
Warnings: It might get a lil violent?? Plus Brian's usual warning blah blah blah

[ That conversation they had at the post office a few days ago suddenly feels pertinent:

"Do you have one of those friends that you dare not wake up because they might bite you? Most humans seem to. Now imagine that friend is a vampire. And that the biting is literal."

So, yeah, Jade makes sure to be the first one to enter the shoe store. She's weirdly... not nervous? Just expecting a hassle, like when she used to give Bec a bath every now and then. He didn't really need it, being a demigod powered by a star, but washing your dog is just Something You Do. Anyway.

It takes a minute to find the precious bundle of snot-rags, and he doesn't look too hot (unless he has a fever. In which case. He looks hot enough. Or something.) ]

Um, Beckett?

[ She sucks in a breath and puts a hand on his shoulder. ]

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[Okay so "bundle of snot-rags" may be a bit extreme. But the general sentiment is not off the mark. Beckett is unceremoniously tossed in one of the corners, apparently tipped over where he'd been curled up, most of him hidden by the bulk of his greatcoat, blanket, and the threadbare blanket that the shop came complete with. And, on closer look, clearly unconscious rather than asleep. It's hard to tell his physical condition considering he always looks dead, but the faint wheezing sound in his breath doesn't bode well. His tablet is on the floor, screen down, having apparently slipped from his half outstretched, now limp hand.

He doesn't react to Jade's touch. Too far gone with dehydration, exhaustion, general sadpireness. It's going to take a bit more effort to bring him around. Maybe shake him. Splash him with ice water. Yell in his ear. If you dare.]

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[ Oh my god, is he dying??? Jade starts to shake him a little, honestly kind of expecting his head to fall off or something. Shit shit shit shit shit - ]

Hey, you gotta get up! I'll - I'll throw snowballs at you if you don't!

[ She really will, though. She's glancing at the door right now, honestly contemplating tormenting this poor, sick vampire in such a way. War is hell. ]

[Such rough and cruel treatment, Jade. At first the shaking only gets her a faint groan in response, as something like consciousness inches back in. Beckett is aware of little beyond his pounding head, to which this movement and noise are doing no favours. Where - who - what -

Thirsty. He's thirsty.

Awareness goes. What rushes in instead is pure blazing instinct. His eyes snap open, and he moves with sudden, terrifying speed. The Beast knows nothing except that a warm body is nearby, and in an instant his hand is in Jade's hair and his fangs at her throat. His human body is very weak, but there's remarkable strength in a starving animal.

This is gonna hurt.]

Holy shi--

[ She's cut off mid-swear when Beckett grabs her hair !! Which is the worst. Getting it caught in things is already nightmarish, so this is more than enough to distract her for a second. And then remember that a very unhappy camper is trying to eat her for breakfast. She tries to just pull away first, but that obviously doesn't work.

She really doesn't want to hurt him. Time to start squirming around and maybe push him off of her! ]

W - Whoa, [ this is making the pulling on her hair so much worse oh god ] hey - Quit it!

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[The squirming doesn't even begin to dislodge him; in the haze of animal hunger, Beckett sees nothing, hears nothing, knows nothing but the Beast's blind need. His teeth close on her throat and he tastes blood, drowns in the taste. A fully conscious vampire can feed gently, with only the minimal damage; but now he is just biting down, jaws locking in a vicious grip that doesn't spare the flesh.

So that all her struggles do nothing but to make him stiffen against them and clamps down harder. To try to push and tear him away would involve tearing out a chunk of her neck as well.]

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[ Well, fuck. Her scarf is pretty much ruined. Also she is bleeding, like, a lot? Someone should do something about that.

No more squirming. Okay. Then she'll have to, um... rough him up a bit. She reeeeeeally, seriously does not want to do this - not just because Jade dislikes hurting people in general, but that conversation with the other Calliope has made her nervous about being In Control when stuff like this happens. Jack Noir and the mail lady wouldn't hurt her, but, holy shit, Beckett could actually kill her.

Grimacing, she draws back a fist as far as their awkward position will allow, and (finally) throws a punch. Then, just to be safe, she starts clawing at his face. Or whatever she can reach. ]

[With him this close, the punch can hardly do anything but connect. It catches his temple, with a wet impact of flesh on flesh, and a hard shake runs through him - that clearly hurt.

It doesn't break his grip, doesn't bring him to his senses either, but it makes him choke in pain. And keep choking. Her clawing catches and tears off his tinted glasses, revealing the red glow of the eyes beneath, and draws blood where she scratches deep, and the pain keeps coming and he can't catch his breath through the mix of signals, the pain and the rage that comes with it, the hunger, and the fact that he needs air where he never had before. Though he holds on, there are disturbing wet sounds coming from his throat now. He fights his own need to breathe. But there's only so long you can fight that.]

[ She cringes when she draws blood, and the continued hold on her throat just barely keeps her from apologizing. Oh my god, he does not sound good. Did - Did she seriously injure him??? She's fussing internally with Beckett still fangs-deep in her jugular. #justjadeharleythings

This is getting results, though! ...Sort of. She isn't scratching anymore, but she does (reluctantly) punch him again. It's much weaker than the last one, which she hopes is enough to free her after the force of the last one. ]

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[Possibly it's her good karma for being so reluctant to punch out someone who is feeding on her blood, but the second punch gets him in the bridge of the nose and that is that. His breathing now thoroughly disrupted, Beckett gags through the grip of his fangs, and lets go to suck in a desperate, wet wheeze. At first he still holds her hair, struggling to keep his prey, but he falters fast. With every strained gulp of air, it's as though his body remembers what it is now, what it can't do anymore, what it won't get however much he tries.

Within a minute, he's reduced to a panting, coughing heap on the floor, blinking blearily back into something resembling awareness. It's hard to tell whether he'll manage to hold it, or lose consciousness again.]

[ She clambers back the second she's freed, pressing her scarf against the still-bleeding wound. It's already pretty soaked around her neck and the smell is nauseating. Ugh.

Never mind that though, someone who isn't Jade Harley is experiencing discomfort! Which is unacceptable. ]

Beckett. [ Wow, talking smarts. ] If you pass out I'm actually going to kick your ass.

[It's touch and go for another moment, but at last he manages to steady himself, if not to straighten up from the half-collapsed pose. Everything hurts. The eyes he turns up at her still glow a freakish red, but their gaze is dull, confused.]

Wh- what - what did I - ?

[He raises a shaky hand to wipe his mouth. Blood. A lot of blood. Her throat. Oh. His eyes remain unfocused, but there's a faint flash of horror in them.]

No. No...

Oh, jeez.

[ Please don't freak out because then she'll freak out and who the fuck even knows what Brian will do - ! ]

Don't go all catatonic on me, doofus; I'm [ talking makes the bleeding worse this is the worst ] fine.

[Not going catatonic, but he is definitely in no shape to pull himself together, not physically. And he has never lost control in such a flagrant way before. It's frightening.]

My bag, there - first aid kit - [He nods shakily in its direction, and coughs hard again.] - water - please?

Right, um - !

[ She scampers off to fetch (HA) the first aid kit and a bottle of water, the former of which she sets down to use later. ]

Here.

[Just now Jade's injury serves a useful purpose, because it distracts Beckett from instantly going for the water and probably drinking himself sick. The thirst is important, but nothing is more important than regaining control and composure.

If he can't do that, he is under no illusion that he won't attack her again.]

No, you first, you have to - have to stop the bleeding, clean it - not safe for me to smell it.

O-Okay, uh...

[ She flounders for a second, not quite sure where to start. Well, she doesn't want to ruin her gloves, so maybe those should come off...? Yeah, she'll just keep them in her pocket. That's step number 0.5 out of ?? complete.

The bleeding has gotten a little better, so she takes off her scarf after grabbing the first aid kit. Now to clean up. Since they don't have running water, she'll have to make do with a water bottle from her own bag, using the dry parts of the ruined scarf as a washcloth. Finally, she bandages the wound.

It's been ten minutes. ]

I'm done. [ She kinda wants to keep the scarf in case she can wash it in the near future, so she balls it up and tosses it to her backpack a few feet away. ]

[He spends those ten minutes with eyes tightly shut, wishing he could stop his nose the same way - at least his sense of smell isn't half as keen as it was before he'd been rendered mortal. But the heady smell of blood retreats, and finally Beckett swallows hard and permits himself to move. Move for the water, specifically.

He opens the bottle with shaking hands and takes a huge gulp, almost choking on that, too. It's cold. It calms him a little. At last he opens his eyes and looks at her.

His eyes still glow. With how much blood he got down, they'll glow well into the night.]

I'm sorry - didn't know what I was doing. I'm sorry. You should - is Brian here?

*Speak of the devil, etc etc. Brian'd been rooting around in the rubble outside while the two fought but he's finally given up on finding anything more useful than a rod. Nothing that he thinks will burn that well, but whatever.

He enters the building and heads over to the two, but pauses and cants his head when he notices what state they're in. What the hell is going on here?*

Shh, it's fine. You kind of warned me a few days ago, remember - Oh.

[ Oh, jeez. ]

B - Brian, hey! There was, um - It was just an accident. I'm fine!

Not enough warning. I -

[He freezes at the sight of Brian entering, truly unable to predict how his friend would respond. The situation is not hard to put together. Jade's wounds. The blood on his collar and sleeve. If you know what to look for... no question of hiding. Not that he means to.]

- she's not fine. I bit her. Without meaning to, but - please, make her rest.

*He cants his head to the other side. An accident? A bite? He has so many questions but he's not sure how to ask any of them. There's definitely injuries involved, though, so he should deal with that first.

He puts his bag--except for his tablet, just in case--down, heads over to Jade and motions for her to sit.*

I am too fine, jeez! It's already bandaged and everything.

[ With a huff, though, Jade sits. She might be a little tired now that the adrenaline's worn off. But only a little. ]

[Good, Brian has his priorities right – he shouldn’t have doubted as much. If only he could leave the rest to him. His head is still spinning, eyes still hazed over. But have to explain…]

I woke into – we call it frenzy. The thirst was too much. I’m sorry. It was bound to happen. Sooner or later…

*What did Jade do when he got sick? There was water, right? This isn't the same...but he goes over to fetch a bottle of water from his pack and offers it to her.

He'll ask Beckett about the frenzy thing once Jade's taken the water. For now he manages to watch both of them, trying to figure out what state they were in and if he needed to do anything. To help or to protect...someone.*

[ If Jade A) knew what prompted him to offer her water and B) wouldn't bother her wound by talking more, she would have said "Awwwwwwwwww! <3" But she accepts the bottle of water and takes a sip, so calm down already, gosh.

Feel free to converse, she'll just be getting Hydrated. ]

[Beckett watches closely. He'd have liked to let go of the tension, would have liked it very much - he's so tired - but he's still waiting for something to snap. That neither Brian nor Jade seem to be taking what happened with any great alarm is very confusing to his sluggish mind.]

... is it over? You're here, and we didn't die, so I assume...

*Jade seems to be doing okay? He has no idea, but she's still sitting up and awake so he's pretty sure that's good. He can turn his attention (mostly) to other things.

He takes out his tablet, sets up a private message to the two of them, and turns to Beckett.*

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