13 Griffin Way, Sunday Night

[tyler_gone]

The taste of the priest's blood still sang in Louis' mouth as he ran back to the home whose keys had been among the belongings in the apartment where he woke up with that same priest the morning before.

He was the most vile of all sinners, and he knew it, damned even among those doomed to walk as vampires. The fact he knew Lestat would take pride in what he'd done made it sting even more.

He wondered, dimly, where Lestat and Claudia had gotten to; he hadn't seen them since the tavern the night before. With that thought on his mind, he started exploring the house, searching for signs of any residents living, dead, or otherwise.

[OOC: For the other vampeers and the housemates.]

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[tyler_gone]

Oh, that was not a smart idea at all. The axe bounced away from Louis'd forearm, leaving a gash that healed before the weapon clattered to the ground. He pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs and reached to grab her around the waist, trying to pull her too close to struggle.

"Forgive me," he whispered. The truly odd part was that he meant it.

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

She struggled, but in vain; he was easily the stronger, and with her axe clattering to the ground, she had nothing but fists and fingernails. Either were laughable, considering how easily he'd brushed aside an axe wound.

"Please," she begged, voice catching on a sob. "Please, I beg of you, sir. Please."

She closed her eyes, trembling against him. She prayed for God to be merciful.

[tyler_gone]

That last please saved her life, for the moment. Because of it, Louis pulled himself back, or tried to, even as her blood flowed into his mouth and throat, intoxicating him with its sweetness.

He managed to disengage just before she would have died; he could feel her life ebbing away even as he tossed her to the ground. "Sleep," he said, roughly, and pulled a blanket over her still form.

He wiped his mouth and left the room, not looking back.

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

Miss Elizabeth Bennet swooned, and slipped to the floor, insensible of her surroundings. She only knew pain, and blood flowing from her neck in a rush, as though it longed to be free of her.

There were lights at the edge of her vision as she slipped into a cold, dreamless sleep.