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… What?
I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.
You’ve lost me, and it’s a horrible feeling.
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@wendy-siskin
saltitare:
… What?
I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.
You’ve lost me, and it’s a horrible feeling.
tristanbonesteel:
Well, all right, then.
Silly you -- uh, what’s your name again? I was merely jesting.
Sneeze Cut | Self-Para
“Gesundheit.”
Finding herself alone and with no one else to bless her, Wendy took it upon herself to do the blessing, more out of habit than actual belief. Knowing how she was made of an unusually sturdy constitution, not for once Wendy thought of herself as coming down with an actual cold, unless it was for an intended effect (like trying to earn someone else’s sympathy).
Thus, when the second sneeze came, the hag didn’t bother with blessings this time and went straight for the other conclusion. Someone was talking about her and what was being said wasn’t very good. Now, being hated is hardly news to Wendy, that while she’s mostly friendly, she can easily be as nasty if she so choose. But owing to the fact that she’s straightforward enough to tell things to people’s faces, she didn’t appreciate it when people talked behind her back.
“Four hundred thirty five,” she spoke the first three-digit number that sprang to mind. “Twelve, huh,” was the sum and she counted the alphabet up to it, coming up with the initial L.
“Oh, please,” Wendy rolled her eyes, assuming that Lorraine must be cursing her under her breath again. But before she could storm out of the cabin and spritz the girl’s face with disciplinary ‘holy’ water the moment she found her, Wendy sneezed twice again, and this time her eyes landed on page 272 of the book she left open on the floor the night before.
Who on earth was this K? Wendy resolved to find out... well, perhaps later. It was getting late, and she needed to get enough sleep.
( magicalauren, kevinphleobes, lorraineneith )
Cave-In ⇴ Wendy & Lorraine
lorraineneith:
“Gimme a break, and let’s get this shit over with,” Lorraine said, already starting off towards the break in the wood where other students had begun to cluster. Miss Davidson looked distraught as she continued giving directions near the opening of the forest, and many of the ‘noob’ archers were rooted in place. They looked scared - not that they should have been. It was an obstacle course, for Christ’s sake. Lorraine contemplated excusing herself, for a quick prayer—a Hail Mary or two wouldn’t hurt— but she had no interest in giving Wendy more fire for her flamethrower.
The course was simple enough: find the well-camouflaged targets, hit them, and go on to the next obstacle. The course in its entirety wasn’t timed, but even still, Lorraine considered it a race. A bulkhead of students raced to the edge of the wood, and Lorraine rolled her eyes as most of them scratched their heads.
“Spike trap,” Lorraine scoffed, eyeing the crudely-built wooden course. She jumped up and down on boards under her feet, noting that the first obstacle was still sturdy. Retractable steel (not iron or silver, Lorraine guessed) spikes came up from the wooden base of the obstacle. “Can you spot me the target?” Lorraine asked openly, not turning to check if Wendy had bothered to catch up with her.
Wendy stifled a gasp at the wording, pausing in her steps in an attempt to shake off the nerves in her ear that begged to bleed upon hearing the cuss word that Lorraine ever so casually threw in with her retort. The hag took a deep breath before following once more, familiar enough with forest topology to tread quietly. After all, she had lived in a hut in the forest before they were driven to hiding underground.
“Oh,” she said softly, admiring the trap that reminded her of a long time ago when such things were in fashion. She put her bow over her shoulder in order to fish out an incredibly modern contraption she got from Ian -- such a magical thing, this smartphone -- and took a picture of the spike trap.
“Two o’clock, at eighteen meters,” she replied, beaming at the picture on the screen. She proceeded to take a few more at different angles, leaving all the shooting to the hunter. At least she could cover the sightseeing part, and not just of the targets, thank you very much.
Cave-In ⇴ Wendy & Lorraine
lorraineneith:
Go to hell, Lorraine pleaded in her head, her eyes trained hard on Wendy, whom she caught mocking her. One hand gripping her bow, the other rubbing her cross, Lorraine prayed for God to open up the biggest rift in the earth that would swallow the dark-haired girl up so that they’d never have to see eachother again.
As Miss Davidson returned to the aid of the other students, Lorraine’s eyes trailed her, set in a deadly glare. Perhaps it wasn’t so smart to have let all the students know about the contract - if nobody knew about the contract, they would have something to be scared of. Lorraine glanced at the bow in her hand, deep in thought.
Going solo through the course would have been a piece of cake, but now that Wendy had become Lorraine’s very own ball and chain, she knew she was in for a long day. But Archery was only an hour - how long could the course possibly have been? Lorraine’s face eased up at the thought. Only an hour with the hag, possibly less, as long as they retained their focus. Right? Yeah, that sounded about right to the hunter.
Lorraine still refused to talk to Wendy - her face and ready-to-work stance (and by work, we certainly mean kill) spoke enough words.
Wendy never made it a point to avoid children (even after she had gone into hiding for about half a century and emerged with a newfound purpose of feeding children and not eating them). Thus, she’s met a good many of them all her life enough to know their types. Lorraine seemed the whiny sort -- one with whom the hag had little patience for. Even if the hunter had been a decade younger, Wendy would never even think about cooking her. Not with that sort of attitude, no. She does smell good -- the most human out of all the hunters she’s met so far -- but Wendy would bet Lorraine Neith stew would be nothing but tough leathery bits even if she broiled her for over two and a half moons.
It wasn’t too often that the hag would catch herself dwelling on cooking her schoolmates -- only the good smelling ones, mind -- but this was the first time Wendy gave a scathing review of one’s cooked flesh, imaginary it may be. She shook herself mentally and resumed getting ready for the obstacle course, though it was only to look the part and nothing more. She secured her quiver of arrows and grabbed her bow, trailing after the hunter, who has never once addressed her. Such rudeness... Wendy longed to whack her on the head with the bow until she learned some manners.
“You seem so thrilled with this pair up; it’s left you dumb,” she commented as she caught up, peering at the girl’s face. “Don’t worry, I’m thrilled too. Ecstatic.”
Cave-In ⇴ Wendy & Lorraine
lorraineneith:
Lorraine’s eyes widened and narrowed, her lips curling back in disgust at whom she had been paired with. Just her luck - Wendy Siskin, resident hag, skulked over to where Lorraine stood. Just as Wendy came up in earshot, Lorraine turned back to the teacher.
“Miss Davidson,” she grit, “I would like to politely request that I be paired up with another student.” The librarian, however, did not seem willing to budge. “At least someone more capable,” Lorraine added. “Louisa, for example, or maybe even Finn over there, he looks quite lonely and in need of a strong arm and a good eye,” Lorraine pressured.
After their “squabble”, as someone had pieced it to Jenkins, Lorraine had kept her distance from Wendy the hag. The other girl was significantly more observant than Lorraine had cared to admit, and the entire interaction between them was embarrassing enough… if only the stupid contract wasn’t in place, maybe Lorraine would have taken more action. She wasn’t one for words, and if Wendy was her partner… things would get mouthy indeed.
Lorraine’s attempt to convince their instructor might turn out to be fairly interesting, so Wendy sat down on one of the benches and watched. She did her best to hide the grin on her face; she was looking forward to whether she’d end up being paired off with the girl or not. Pushing the hunter’s buttons proved to be quite an enjoyable exercise the other day -- the hag wouldn’t mind another round. But of course, with Lorraine being armed with a bow and quiver, Wendy would have to be a lot more careful. She could end up dead even before she knew it.
“I’m quite lonely and in need of a strong arm and a good eye, Miss Davidson,” she interjected, raising her hand. There was no way seven hells Wendy was going to let Lorraine pair up with the partner she just had to let go of, nope.
Miss Davidson merely gave a mild gesture and a pointed look (the former towards Wendy and the latter at Lorraine) before turning her back on the matter (and on them), leaving the two to deal with it. The hag fought a triumphant smile from breaking out from her face and instead did her best impression of Lorraine’s sulky expression.
Cave-In ⇴ Wendy & Lorraine
lorraineneith:
“As you all know, summer is drawing to a close, and it is time to put your archery skills to the test,” Miss Davidson squeaked, pacing the forest floor. She spoke soft. For her, it seemed, there was no such thing as an ‘outside voice’. Students at the back of the pack had to perk their ears up. Lorraine, though, had no such interest in listening to the small woman’s directions.
For her, it was simple enough: Get a bow, shoot shit. And don’t get lost.
“Everything we’ve done has been for this moment,” the librarian said, handing out weapons to students who didn’t have their own. Lorraine was already holding a well-crafted compound bow in her hands, with school-issued arrows in her quiver.
“You’ll all be assigned” - a chorus of sighs was silenced by a single glance from the librarian - “a partner, for safety reasons.”
“Can I pass on that?” Lorraine asked, gripping her bow confidently. “I don’t work in groups, and I can handle myself,” she stated. Hopefully, the outburst would reassure Davidson that she would be alright alone, and turn off the other students to partnering up with her.
It was too bad that Wendy had no archery skills to speak of, much less to test. To be fair, she could shoot as well as the rest of the beginners, but with no motivation other than to sit with the resident selkie and sniff him, the hag didn’t do much in the way of improvement. She took the proffered bow anyway, and at the mention of partners, her glance immediately fell on Finnian beside her.
“All right, I guess,” he answered, already looking anxious. “You’ll get us both through just fine,” she assured him, patting his head. Both their attentions turned towards the sudden speaker from the back, and she could not help but sigh... Little Lorraine was acting up again.
“All the more reason to get you a partner then,” Miss Davidson had answered, then looking over to the group of beginners to her left. “Let’s see... Wendy will have to tag along with you.”
Her look of disbelief at this utter betrayal by the librarian was plain. Finnian chuckled and patted her head in return. “She’ll get both of you through just fine,” he said, and nodded in Lorraine’s direction before heading off to find himself a new partner.
Wendy huffed; she dragged her feet to where the hunter was.
lorraineneith:
“Grow up? Really? You might not look bad for pushing -what is it, 150 now?- but you’ve probably eaten more children than I have killed werewolves.”
“Now, can I go? I dunno about you, but I’m pretty hungry, and dinner’s soon. I’d hate to skip a meal.”
If that’s the case then you’re a lousier hunter than I thought.
Shame that you’re going, really. I was hoping you’d have lost your appetite what with talking to me and some such. I shall miss you, though I’m sure we’ll see each other later. Maybe I’ll come bid you good night and make sure the bed bugs don’t bite. Off you go then, tot, and don’t forget to tie your shoelaces!
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy (closed)
kevinphleobes:
wendy-siskin:
“Good,” she huffed, a little disappointed that she couldn’t make fun of him. She suspected, however, that his confidence in finding his way was all bravado and nothing more. She would have pressed, but she was too tired. All she wanted was the comfort of her own clothes and bunk bed.
So much that she started down the path she had chosen without sparing another thought on where her clothes had gone, or if and when he’ll be wanting his shirt back, or, come to think of it, who he was exactly. The whole ordeal was one of the worst she’s ever experienced and for now, she was just fine with nothing having a name to go with it.
He was somewhat relieved that she had not offered to help him reach his cabin (why would she, she hated his guts). Tonight had been long, stressful and odd and he still a couple of hours to spare but for the first time in decades, he only wanted to just call it a night and be done with it.
So to avoid anymore interactions with any of the weird kids at camp, Kevin flew above the trees to scout for directions. He was careful not to transform into a bat, incase there was someone that can turn into a large bird of prey. From there he could see what he remembered from the map– the cabins, the bonfire and well now, there was the bathroom that he had just been at. Speaking of which, he still had the girl’s bloody clothing. He was going to ask her to wash them all but it was too late. Perhaps tomorrow he’ll find someone else to do it for him if he could just get his hypnosis right.
“Coal cabin… well, no. The mineshaft is better.” he muttered. No way was he staying in River Cabin and risk being turned to ash.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
He didn’t feel like helping her stand up, did it occur to her that he was an asshole? He only made a face when she called the boy a moron for not responding.
Kevin watched as she tried to regain her muscle control, waited as she pried off dry leaves and dirt from her his shirt and when she was finished he only nodded when she thanked him for not leaving her back there.
“I know where I’m supposed to go,” he interjected, “I got the basics with the whole cabin and their literal names, pretty sure I can find this river cabin on my own.” He was dismissing her, not wanting to ask for her help anymore as she already got him in enough trouble as it is.
“Good,” she huffed, a little disappointed that she couldn’t make fun of him. She suspected, however, that his confidence in finding his way was all bravado and nothing more. She would have pressed, but she was too tired. All she wanted was the comfort of her own clothes and bunk bed.
So much that she started down the path she had chosen without sparing another thought on where her clothes had gone, or if and when he’ll be wanting his shirt back, or, come to think of it, who he was exactly. The whole ordeal was one of the worst she’s ever experienced and for now, she was just fine with nothing having a name to go with it.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
She looked disoriented, from what Kevin could gather, but she seemed fine enough to shoot him an angry look as she showed him her arm that he bit earlier.
“I didn’t leave you at the bathroom and that’s gonna heal up really quickly.” He didn’t bother to tell her that it was because he had licked the wounds to close it– she’d be up in arms about how unsanitary it would be, that he was very sure.
The boy looked around and couldn’t make anything out of the endless trees that surrounded the camp. He could of course fly and just check everything from above or turn into a bat and scour the place, but he was still recovering from his upset stomach to even bother.
“I’m asking you to help me stand up, you moron,” she spoke in an uncharacteristically gruff tone before giving up on him and making another attempt on her own. Fortunately she was successful this time, and after retrieving her balance, Wendy carefully stretched, groaning from her aching muscles, and mentally piling on the vampire all the blame in the world.
Her makeshift clothes were surprisingly intact and she only had to brush off a few bits here and there to be roughly satisfied with her lackluster appearance. With it returned her manners, saying, “Thank you for not leaving me in the bathroom, that was surprisingly decent of you.”
She looked from left to right, making a decision on which path to take. “I think I’ll be able to find my way from here, so...” she started saying, but then, “oh wait... you don’t know where to go, do you?”
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
Her breathing was steady, that at least was proof enough that he had not killed her. He wasn’t one to be chivalrous though and so the boy carried her like a sack of potatoes. He still had his things with him plus the garbage bag with their bloodied clothes and besides, he had to have at least one arm free to protect himself from anything that might attack them. At least the shirt was long enough to be sort of decent. She however, would blow a fuse if she was awake. Which thankfully, she wasn’t.
Until she began to kick him. It was a combination of slaps and kicks that made the boy huff and stop walking. Irritated at her sudden thrashing, Kevin quickly dumped her on the soft ground, not really caring if she got dirty again.
“What?”
And then she really was falling. At least she had anticipated it, and her reflexes were decent enough to keep her from falling flat on her face. Wendy landed on her knees and hands, with her feet digging a bit of the ground. She was truly relieved to have to sit on her heels.
Looking up at the sound of the voice, she squinted. It took a moment before she recognized who it was and consequently remembering what had happened earlier. She was alive; he had not killed her, and she wouldn’t have to haunt him for eternity. Which was all good because she didn’t have any idea on how to haunt anybody in the first place.
Mutely, she looked around her and found the path he had taken to be familiar. It might actually be near her cabin, or Ian’s perhaps. Wendy tried to stand up, only for a dizzy spell to overcome her. She waited for it to pass before looking up at the vampire again. She lifted an arm petulantly.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
Blood poured out of his mouth as the girl’s weight fell on him. He was so hungry that he had forgotten to instruct her to sit down to avoid falling over (and him having to catch her). And now the girl was leaning on him like a dead person.
It annoyed him that he had to stop not when he was so close; feeding gave him a temporary high and the witch’s blood tasted different than that of a regular mortal. It was sweet, like drinking liquid candy. Had she been awake through the ordeal, the girl would have experienced the same high he would have experienced but then they’d both be too far out to stop. So he did as he promised (or as his contract dictated) and not kill the student.
Licking the puncture wounds to seal it, the vampire wiped the blood from his mouth before touching her, careful not to spill anything on his shirt that she wore. He leaned her against the bathroom wall and got up to wash off the blood from his face– contrary to popular belief it wasn’t stylish to have blood stains by the corners of one’s mouth, it was being sloppy, or so his flatmate told him.
With his bags in tow, Kevin sighed and carried the unconscious girl. Maybe they should wait it out in the woods, in case someone else feels the need to shower so late at night.
He began to walk, not really knowing where to go since his map got destroyed by vampire puke.
The next thing she knew, Wendy was about to fall and she felt herself jerk to prevent it. In reality, only her eyes fluttered open -- she was too weak to even gasp at the sensation that she was falling again. But soon enough she was able to tell that she wasn’t falling, and that it was dark... and was she upside down?
Something rubbed against her face and she hated it, with all the tinkling and scrunching at her ear. It then occurred to her that she was being carried, and that she was being carried unceremoniously, and that she needed to protect her bum from exposure. Wendy gathered her strength, and waited, before she started kicking with her legs and hitting with her arms until she was released.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
Her snarky comments were one of the reasons he preferred to just kill his victims on the spot, no more hypnotizing or romancing of mortals– they were too nasty for his liking and it was better not knowing them. Kevin refused to answer and instead focused on drinking her blood, though he wished he had used hypnosis on her for good measure.
He closed his eyes as he let the sensation envelop him, his thirst slowly quenched. He could feel her heartbeat, hear it inside him that for a moment, it seemed it was his own heart that thumped. Blood rushed through his own veins, his deathly pallor gaining color, he almost looked alive.
Well of course he wasn’t going to answer -- he’s obviously busy. Wendy took a deep breath, at first under the impression that she was getting bored. But in less than a minute she realized she was getting tired, and there was no question as to why.
She glanced at her arm and the boy that fed off of it, refusing to entertain thoughts about passing out before she could keep him from draining her. And if she did pass out, and got killed, Wendy resolved with the last of her fading consciousness... that if she died... she will haunt him and... make sure that he will regret killing her... every day of his immortal life.
Wendy slumped towards the vampire in a faint.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
The boy made a face as she swatted his hand away, one would expect that the girl would be at least a bit nervous considering he was about to sink his teeth in her, drink her blood and maybe, possibly kill her. But if there was something he learned on his first night was that the kids here were weird and they don’t seem to give a fuck if you’re a vampire.
He lowered his lips on her neck but the boy hesitated and instead took her hand and bit her on the forearm. Maybe they were pretty comfortable around him because they believed that the contracts were actually binding. No killing another student? Please. Like that can be avoided. Although there he was avoiding her jugular just incase he was unable to stop himself.
Wendy fought a shiver when she felt his face near her neck, waiting for the moment his fangs would pierce her skin. Much to her surprise, it didn’t come, and instead he had bitten her arm. It wasn’t even on her wrist, nor the pulse point at the crook of her elbow; it was right on the forearm. She hid a grin; maybe he was a messy feeder.
Then again, perhaps he was just being careful. How old of a vampire is he exactly? Such thoughts ran through Wendy’s head as she watched him feed off of her in a seemingly unconventional manner. While the whole thing kept her mildly anxious for her well-being, there was also an undercurrent of fascination to it. She loves feeding people after all, though it was only just now that she’s feeding someone out of her own flesh, er, blood... and she even found time to wonder if he’s actually being nourished.
“You don’t have rabies or anything, do you?” she blurted out all of a sudden when she became aware of his mouth pressing against her skin.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
“Not so fast,” Kevin’s hand instinctively reached for her neck in a one-handed choke, although his grip wasn’t tight but only to hold her still incase she starts to walk away.“You’re still human,” he was thinking out loud, “Magical, but human.”
The boy wasn’t one to back away from food and realizing his options– feeding on safe but stale blood bags (alright, so they weren’t stale, he just found it degrading to drink from bags) or try his luck with the buffet offered by this supernatural camp. He’d never heard of any undead poisoned by blood before, but then the old ones preferred to limit their diet to mortal virgins.
“Might as well give it a shot, Cinderella.” He had made a decision as he bared his fangs, “Now hold still…”
“You can stop the manhandling, I’m not going anywhere,” she swatted his hand, irritated. Wearily, she waited while the boy thought things over before deciding. She nearly snapped and admonished him to just eat his damned food, momentarily forgetting at that moment that she was the food.
She made no move this time, neither gathering her hair to the other side nor exposing her neck. Wendy was a little miffed that she had been made to wait when it took a huge chunk of her resolve to even just allow the thought of being vampire feed. She didn’t plan on fighting at all; just that, if he wanted her blood so be it, but he’ll have to do the proper work.
Gag Reflex: Kevin and Wendy
kevinphleobes:
He didn’t mind that she smacked him again, didn’t care that she looked furious. It had always been fun to play cat and mouse with his victims, to let them know what he was and make them try and run for their lives. But this was a special place where everyone knows you’re not normal where humans aren’t exactly humans.
“Not a single drop of blood anywhere, do you hear?”
Kevin stopped. Cinderella tilted her head and offered her neck to be bitten. It was a bit confusing for him but catching the last word, the undead raised a brow.
“You’re a witch?”
Wendy pretended to mull it over for a bit. “You could say that, yes,” she answered, appearing satisfied with the title. Technically, she was said to be a hag, but she could have been a witch if it weren’t for the eating children part. That makes her something more than a human, but all the same, she was already as good as one, being able to curb her appetite.
Smiling, she straightened up and shook her hair free, covering her neck once again. “Won’t Cinderella be able to help out her schoolmate after all?” she inquired, wondering if he’s a picky feeder.