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Post by Garrett Burke on May 30, 2014 0:30:02 GMT -9
He had to calm Darien down. He shouldn't have mentioned the boy's neck, but he was just as worried for Dar as the boy was for him. "Hey, don't mess with it. Just leave it alone okay, maybe it'll go away if you just leave it alone." That logic usually only applied to bug bites, and the like, but this was nothing in comparison. Garrett had no other way to calm the boy down. He had no clue what was going on either.
Though the more he focused on the red in his friends eyes the more he thought about the blood, and the smell that was still lingering in the room. God...his throat hurt like hell. It was as if they'd been down here for days already and he had gone without water. He was certain that it had only been a few hours. He didn't realize though, that he appeared just as 'different' as Darien did.
His eyes were red, his teeth were extended, and he had no idea how to make them go away. "We have to keep calm. The police, my parents. They'll come looking for us. My dad is in the military after all, he'll do something." No matter how often they fought, he didn't doubt that his parents cared about him at least. As the people who brought him life there was no way they would allow their youngest child to go missing without doing something about it. They cared for Darien as their own as well, they would definitely be worried for him too. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 30, 2014 6:21:34 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Garrett tried to make him feel better and yet he was not so happy. What was he supposed to say? Right now it'd probably just end up making it a whole lot worse. Though he'd rather not dig into that since it was not likely to help. Things like that were already complicated enough. Something he'd like to forget honestly. If it was even possible, which so far at this point it did not seem to be right? What was he supposed to do? Would leaving it alone even do him any good? At this point probably not, but what was he supposed to say at this point. Darien felt horrible, he didn't know what he was supposed to even be feeling at this point. Like seriously what good would it do for him? He wondered just how far his friend would go, and then there was his mother's boyfriend. That bothered him. His momma was dead, and he felt like he was being ignored constantly. "I-I don't think so. Garrett it's not like that...What does it mean? Do you have one too?" He blurted out without thinking.
He growled and flicked his tongue around in his mouth. It brushed against the fangs, his throat hurt. Everything was going wrong, he felt really exhausted. And his body was dried out. Why did all of this have to happen? He'd honestly rather shrug it off, but no it wasn't going to work well. Now was it? So what could he do. "U-um Garrett...do you know what he did? Cause I mean...these..." He poked at his mouth and his teeth. As if he was trying to point things out. This was just Garrett's way of trying to cope. He wanted to cope, and he wanted to at least make sense of it. That was all really. And he'd not end up changing his mind anytime soon. Not like it'd end up doing him much good either.
He wanted to whimper, his stomach was growling. In a way it never did with food. What didn't help was he felt like dry heaving. He only told himself not to because of Garrett. He did not want to worry Garrett anymore then he had before. Basically. So what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to explain any of that stuff, more or less. So where was he going to go with this sort of stuff. "I-I guess so you told them where we were going right? Didn't you?" He had to ask, after all there was no way Garrett's parents wouldn't find them. Yet he still felt weird, he didn't know what to do or how to handle this. How could he. After all things were already awkward enough for him.
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 30, 2014 19:05:16 GMT -9
Garrett didn't know how to respond. He had no clue what it was either, or what it meant, but the thought that it might actually cause harm was what made him want to urge Darien to leave it be. However, Garrett hadn't realized that he had one too. He shook his head and glanced down at himself, as if to look but he couldn't see anything. The shackles on his wrists were bound tightly, therefore hid most of the red. However he did feel a burn in his left wrist that he couldn't explain.
Garrett closed his eyes tightly again and raised his hands to either side of his head so he could simply sit there and try to process all of this. It was all just too much. He could hardly answer Darien's questions, for he didn't know what the hell was going on either. Though there was another thing that he hadn't realized. He hadn't told his parents where he was going, or where he'd be. Surely they'd assume he was with Darien but it could mean that their search might take a little longer to begin.
"Fuck!" He growled angrily, frustrated. He was distraught and confused, scared and worried. What the hell were they going to do if no one came looking for them? Garrett wanted to rage, to throw things, and pull on his chains until his arms broke.
"I don't know what the hell any of this shit is so don't ask me!"
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 30, 2014 22:41:45 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave What was he supposed to say? This already made him feel confused. Why did he do this? Darien needed to stop, he should have just made him go away. Or not let his friend come with him. Basically. But like it'd end up working. For this moment he'd rather not end up digging into those things. Since it wasn't going to mean much. Or get him anywhere apparently. He let his hand fall down onto the ground as he just looked at him. This was already weird, but for a moment Darien had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Apparently they were both going to be stuck here. And yet he'd rather not end up getting involved in that at this point. He stopped and flinched. Darien was scared now, and that was because Garrett had yelled at him. What was he going to do? For now he'd just shake it off somehow. Yet what could he end up doing.
He didn't say a word. All he could do was look down at the ground. His body went limp, the chains were the only things holding him up at this point. Well minus his knees. But honestly he wasn't going to think of it. Not that it'd even end up doing much good to best truthful. So what was he supposed to say at this point? He was stuck, and his friend wouldn't end up getting him out of that. Something along those lines. Yet he almost wondered what to do, could he apologize. Would it even work? Probably not. Darien never handled his friends anger very well. So it only made him feel strange from the very start anyway at this point.
The boy only seemed to move a little bit more then curled up in a ball as the chains seemed to rest around him. Darien was chewing on his own arm, not caring if the fangs tore into his skin a little bit. He kept him from growling out towards people, mostly Garrett. What could he do? This whole place was already so confusing, and all he knew what to do was tear into his hand. The blood wasn't something he thought about, Darien only wanted to keep on nibbling his own flesh. Why did this have to turn out this way? It seemed like something he'd rather not deal with at this moment in time.
He wouldn't say anything else now. What good would it even do him? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 30, 2014 23:21:07 GMT -9
He couldn't think straight like this, while the scent of that man's blood was in the air, and the pain in his body made him feel sore and weak. He had no clue what the hell was going on and it pissed him off that he couldn't do anything to fix it. It wasn't Darien's fault of course, but Garrett was breaking under all this pressure. He didn't like being forced to be so damn responsible...especially not when it meant that Darien's life was in his hands too.
He tried to clear his head, and attempted to calm himself down, but it wasn't working. The faint noise of Darien's chains shifting didn't snag his attention, however, the smell of the boy's blood did quick enough. Garrett opened his eyes slowly, confused at first to be able to smell a new scent in the air that wasn't from the man before. He slowly ran his tongue along his fangs that were still extended, trying to force them to disappear though he had no idea how.
Apprehensively he lifted his head, knowing that the smell was coming from Darien's side of the room. When he realized that the boy, his best friend, was biting into his own arm his eyes grew wide by just a fraction and his face flushed. He didn't mean to make him so upset that he'd go and start hurting himself. Garrett didn't think that Darien would have the audacity to do such a thing in front of him like this, but they were stuck here with no where else to go so..
"Darien..."
He couldn't just watch him do this without trying to get him to stop. It wasn't safe, or healthy. Garrett was scared that it would just make him sick in addition. "Darien stop!..look I'm..." He knew he had to apologize. It was all his fault. "I'm sorry. But please..if you don't stop hurting yourself you could get sick."
Garrett hadn't realized until just then, but ...Darien was drinking his own blood wasn't he? God..all of this was just so fucked up. Garrett couldn't handle it. "If you don't stop I swear I'll hurt myself too!" It probably wasn't the nicest, or the best tactic, but he couldn't comfort the boy by being close or holding him down. Threats seemed like his only other option, and he was at least being sincere. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 30, 2014 23:38:05 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave His body felt strange, and yet he'd rather not dig into that. It was probably not going to matter either. Darien was just way too tired, he felt like he needed to just stop. Or disappear. But what good would that do anyway. Not like it'd end up helping him a lot of good either basically. Pretty much by this point he almost wondered what to do. The chains rattled a bit more as he moved, it made him strange that he was nomming on his own flesh. His body would not handle this well. But not like he knew what might happen. Or where he'd go with that either. It already made him feel almost completely strange at this point. He just chewed on his arm again. 'It feels better, I'm okay now.' Darien kept telling himself over and over again in his mind.
Darien would not end up changing his mind. Since it was not likely to improve things. After all that only seemed complicated enough at this point. It made him feel better so he would not change his mind. What would it do if he even tried to stop. Right now he didn't want to stop. He just found himself chewing harder, ignoring the gross taste of that blood as it went down his throat. He didn't even like the taste of his blood before this whole incident. So as if he'd like it now. Though his body wanted it. Even if it was his own blood, his body would keep on craving it. No possible way to get away from that, and it wasn't like he'd bother to try to do that either. After what would it do? For a few moments he didn't even hear Garrett talking to him.
"I-it hurts! So what if I'm biting my arm...it makes my stomach hurt less." He huffed, and just licked the blood from his lips, his arm wasn't that mangled. Or so he thought. But really why did it even matter? Since he had a feeling this might not be his best idea. But he was still also stuck in this sort of situation at this moment. "It's...just, I don't feel good. This is weird, my head hurts, and that stench in here is really bad. Garrett I'm...sorry I'm just...scared" He mumbled, trying to ignore how his stomach growled. It was not entirely one of hunger, it was a mixed one anyway. He didn't know what to make of it. Or what to do either.
"Don't say that dammit. I'm just...hungry, I want food. Something I don't know. Just make it go away, and tell me this is a dream." He mumbled as if he was tired again. Darien just rested his head down on his arms, and glanced over at Garrett half asleep. Honestly he was too tired to deal with any of this. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 30, 2014 23:52:03 GMT -9
He didn't want Darien to apologize, but seeing the boy this way broke his heart into a million pieces. Garrett let his shoulders relax and unfurl, his expression softening as he watched Darien stop his biting. He understood what hunger he must feel. Garrett felt the same, but he was clearly far better at dealing with it. Still, he had no idea how to help when he had no authority in his current position.
"I know you're scared...but don't do that again, please." He was practically pleading now, hoping that Darien would listen to him now and in the future. He had no idea how long they were going to be down here but he had to consider the worst possibilities. "You should try to get some sleep. Conserve your energy, especially since you're hungry." Garrett was too, but he didn't feel he had the right to sleep here. He had to make sure that nothing hurt Darien, and he couldn't do that with his eyes shut.
"I swear I'll get us out of here...I swear." He could promise nothing else but that he would try, and he sure as hell would. Garrett was passive the majority of the time, but when it came to Darien he could never be so weak. He was desperately determined to save this boy's life and he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way of at least trying. Not even that scary, red eyed man. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 31, 2014 0:06:37 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien felt really bad right now, it seemed as if his body wasn't going to improve. Now what would he do? What would Garrett do at that? Since this was already one of those confusing moments. They were trapped here. There would be no getting out even if they tried to, apparently. So with a shrug of his shoulders he had to wonder just where this might go. Darien had been told to stop by his friend so he'd listen for now. But still, he felt as if he was almost slightly out of place. This had become awkward, and now it was his fault. Letting his friend get hurt, why did he do that? He'd rather just not end up thinking about stuff, at this point. What good would it do? Garrett might be right though, sleep would be good. But he didn't want it.
"I just wanna go home, back to your momma and daddy..."Darien could be such a baby, and he was only mumbling because of the fact that he seemed to be falling asleep as they went. Probably not his smartest idea but who even cared. Not like it'd change a single thing to get that frustrated about it.Or trying to force his body to stay awake in such a situation like this one. "But if I sleep...what if he comes back in here? Garrett what if he tries to hurt us?" He didn't whimper but he wondered what he'd end up doing. Right now it was not likely his concern. Or something he needed to dwell on. At this moment he was a bit exhausted, and his eyes had already started to droop. The want to feed was starting to be lost on him.
"I-I know...just don't go." Darien mumbled again as he just seemed to rest on his injured arm and couldn't even keep his eyes open now. His body wasn't handling this situation well. He had never been strong but he wasn't weak either. So this was just not a good set of time for him. And it probably wouldn't be for awhile. Go figure his luck had gotten them both hurt. Or was it his lack of luck? Darien didn't think about it when he slept, nor did he actually dream. He was only resting there, and squirming every once in awhile the pained noises leaving his throat as he moved. His arm was still hurting for now it seemed.
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 31, 2014 18:48:14 GMT -9
He felt like he was dying, and he would have assumed he was already dead if not for the immense, undeniable amount of pain coursing through his every nerve. Garrett tried to keep these feelings and thoughts to himself, that he was tempted to try to take his own life, that he wasn't very certain how long he could handle this. He was lying down on the cement floor, breathing in and out slowly, groaning and coughing every so often. He was thirsty, so desperately thirsty.
How long was that man going to keep them down here? How long had it been since they'd been outside? He had no idea what day it was, or how many days it had been since they had arrived at this place, but it felt like a lifetime -especially while in a state like this. It was agonizing, horrendous. Garrett turned over to face his back to Darien, afraid that his expression and the sight of himself in so much pain would cause him to worry, but in reality Gar was far more worried about Dar.
He raised his right hand to his throat, as a low groan escaped him. They were going to die down here, and there was nothing he could do about it. Garrett was weak, and far too starving to try and get up. If he tried he could attempt to break the chains again, but he was losing hope for them both. They should have died already of starvation. So why was it taking them so long? coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 31, 2014 19:11:06 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien had spent nights trying to control his pain, what was he supposed to do. Right now it'd probably not end up doing him any good. Just seriously what was he getting into? The boy's body was barely moving, Darien had never moved from his spot. Why would he? It only seemed to get him into trouble basically. But what was he going to say? He almost had no words to pass his lips at this point. He barely noticed that Garrett was avoiding looking directly at him. It didn't matter. Darien's mind was not in the best place right now. Darien hated hallucinating and seeing the bad things. Those dark images that lurked in his head. Which he also hated all of this stuff right now. What could he do? For a moment this felt so bad and out of place either.
Most of the nights he cried himself to sleep, and he hated it. Why did he have to feel this? It wasn't like it'd end up doing him any good either. Since this was already one of those not so good or helpful ways either. He didn't think much about the other people around him. All he did was open his eyes, and then glance right at the way. That darkness that was lurking before him, what was he going to do. He just moved over to the wall and started smacking his head against it slowly. This didn't bother him, it almost felt good. What was he going to say? Not like Garrett would end up stopping him, basically.
"Haha" He just laughed as he started to bash his head into it a bit more, he could feel it cracking. He could, but he didn't even care. Why would he? This already made him feel so strange, he didn't know what he was doing. He should have told himself not to do that, and yet he was already doing it. Not his lucky day now was it? He felt hungry but not for food, no he wanted something else. His body craved something else and he hated that to be completely honest. He didn't even notice Garrett right now.
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 31, 2014 19:34:35 GMT -9
He would have kept to himself, said nothing and tried to maybe go back to sleep, but when he heard Darien behind him it forced him to stay conscious. He laid there and simply listened for a little while, and as he realized that the knocking wasn't simply the boy's hand, Garrett turned over again out of concern. He was weak, and not in the mood for this, but he couldn't just let Dar hurt himself like that.
"Darien." He began, his voice raspy and dry. He even sounded exhausted but he was still trying to help, to perhaps even sit up if he could manage. "Darien, stop it." Garrett had thought that they had went over this, more than once already. If Darien was going to keep trying to hurt himself, Garrett was going to go through with his threats. He deserved it after all, for being so useless and unable to help them both.
His chains shifted as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position. It hurt to try, and he winced from the pain in his sore limbs. After days, and weeks of sleeping on a cement floor, his back was completely out of whack. "Listen to me Dar. I'm not kidding." coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 31, 2014 19:54:29 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien's brain was so unstable right now, he was flopping in every single direction. And he barely knew how to handle it. Since this was not likely to make it any better. He almost needed to take some time to breathe. But even doing that hurt his body. It made him feel as if he wanted to throw up honestly. His head was starting to bleed and it amused him so much. This was not going to be that bad, and honestly he was just not sure what to say. How could he handle this? For this moment it seemed like he'd just get hurt. Or worse. His head was not taking this very well, Darien stopped when Garrett spoke to him and looked in his direction. The boy was growling, and for once it wasn't his stomach making that noise. No Darien was full on growling at his friend.
Usually he'd feel bad but this time he didn't. He had no idea why but he didn't actually feel bad. It just seemed to be way too strange even for him. Darien had his issues but what was this? It seemed like it was taking it way too far, and he didn't entirely like it either at this moment. "Stop what? I'm just not feeling good, and this makes me feel better. Garrett " He looked as if this didn't bother him. Since he was not so worried about this. What was he supposed to do, honestly just what was he going to do. Darien wanted to smash his head into the wall into again and he just laughed. "I'm so hungry. I want to start eating something, biting, I don't know. Garrett you seem really sick. Maybe that guy can help you." He did not seem bothered. He didn't see anything wrong with this.
"What's the worst it will do?" He only laughed again. Honestly this did not bother him. Why would it? Since this was not likely to make him any better. Darien's state had deteriorated so far there might be no coming back from it. Basically. Not like this guy was going to come back and stop them either. So of course he'd just learn to figure it out later. Basically. Right now his head was starting to hurt more. And those fangs were starting to appear again. They wanted to be fed. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 31, 2014 20:15:39 GMT -9
He frowned, his reaction to Darien's words as he denounced his concerns. Stop what? Darien was surely just messing with him. He brushed off the growling, having been used to the boy getting annoyed by him, and he couldn't blame Darien after the months they had been stuck down here in such cramped quarters, alone. Clearly it was getting to them both, but it had a more severe effect on his friend and that was what worried him most.
After the first month he didn't want to consider the possibility that something supernatural was going on here, but the teeth, the eyes. Garrett had watched plenty of horror movies in his time to be able to guess what the hell was happening to them, what they were becoming. However, no movie could have prepared him for something like this. He didn't say the word vampire to Darien, but he was already beginning to assume that it was true.
"Don't talk that way." There was no way in hell he was going to call that man down here. They didn't need him, and he feared that even if he did arrive, that he wouldn't help, and instead try to kill them. That was far worse than this. Garrett wanted to hang on to the image of his best friend for a little while longer.
The scent of Darien's blood arose into the air, and caused his eyes to flash a brilliant red. He could sense it, and the burn in his throat intensified. Garrett forcibly turned his cheek, and set his jaw as he tried to contain himself but it was difficult. He wanted to lash out, but the last thing he would ever do...was attack Darien. "Stop hurting yourself, please.." His blood...it was only making this harder on Garrett as well. It was hurting him too, not just Darien. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 31, 2014 20:31:53 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave This had amused him way too much, and yet he'd rather not end up thinking about the negatives. At this moment Darien was already trapped here. But at that same moment what could he do? For now he had a feeling it'd probably not end up helping. Seriously just why did he have to feel this way? For that time he wondered what he was supposed to do. It confused him to begin with, at this whole thing he felt so annoyed. He wanted to make it stop. Make it all go away, but no he wasn't sure it'd even end up happening at this point. He did not know how to handle his stress, even less now. Before he had at least had a way to get away from it.But this time no it wasn't going to work either. Now lately he had lost track of how much time he had been in there. They were prisoners, and they didn't have any other life.
He hadn't thought about it, but he'd end up dying here? Apparently. So how was he just supposed to handle this stuff. It almost didn't seem to work out very well. At least for now. Either way he did have a feeling it might not work. Darien couldn't control himself, his mind was starting to get the best of him. "I'm really tired Garrett. Make it all stop, my body, my mind all of it. I'm not good at anything am I? I have no use anymore." He kept rambling on, this whole thing made him feel so awkward. And yet he was not going to push it away. What good would that even end up doing. He could tell he wanted to do something bad, he wanted to attack someone. Or try to hurt them ,something along those lines. But like it'd end up actually working. Darien was weak compared to Garrett even in this state.
He just reached up and prodded the wound with his finger to make it bleed more. The blood dripped down onto the ground and Darien didn't seem bothered at all. Maybe he should have been but too late for that now. He wasn't going to change his mind. Since he knew that he'd already started something. By bringing Garrett here he had screwed up his life and his best friend's. Not exactly his smartest idea, he did not want it to get worse. Since it wasn't likely to get any better. "Garrett, I can't take this. My body hurts, please Garrett make it stop!" He said as he tried to control his body. Though it didn't seem to work.
He didn't actually know it was making things worse.Darien's mind couldn't make sense of any thing happening here. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 31, 2014 21:03:08 GMT -9
The blood. It was all he could think about. He just wanted Darien to stop. It was making his own cravings worse. Among other things he hated hearing the boy talk about himself like that. He had disliked it before all of this and he had never changed his mind on the matter. He was shrugging his shoulders, grinding his teeth just so he didn't say something severe. Though he was beginning to break to, if not for the overwhelming scent of blood in the room that had no choice but to obsess over.
He listened to Darien's words, and they broke his heard, but the sound of blood dripping onto the floor...It was too much. Garrett frowned, and pressed his hands to the sides of his head to try and shut them all out, but it didn't cut off his senses as he'd hoped. He needed his own distraction. He pushed himself up to stand, despite how much it hurt to try. He stumbled at first as he began to pace, but managed to keep himself up right regardless of how dazed he felt.
Garrett hadn't stood up to walk around for what seemed like days. It felt so foreign to move, but he had to. To try and keep his mind off of the horror going through his head. The rattling of his chains were a mild annoyance that ground on his nerves. It only worked to fuel him rather than calm, but he didn't stop pacing. "1...2...3...4...5...6" He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, shifting on his heel to walk to towards the other end of the room.
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