Blood Savant x angelic eruru
 

This is a private roleplay between Blood Savant and angelic eruru. DO NOT POST IF YOU ARE NOT EITHER ONE OF US.

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The evening was setting in fast - the sun had already hidden from sight and the lights of the town were lit. Victor Gregory's shift was just beginning; as a matter of fact, he couldn't work any other shift. His pale marble skin would burn like paper should he enter the sunlight. While his own existence wasn't his primary concern, he was not a fan of devastating others.

He quickly parked his car in the hospital's garage and locked it as soon as he was out. All of his equipment was already in his office as he worked in a private hospital. He quickly exchanged greetings with his colleagues and put on his coat. Tonight was a quiet night for doctors, since most of the patients were long-term patients who only needed to be checked up on. A nurse could do that.

With a speed slightly faster than that of an average man, he entered his office and started up his computer. Looks like another night of idly sitting and trying to keep up the facade. His senses were becoming blurry every day; he had not fed for days.

Bella walked into the Small hospital she had never been there before. She had ran away from home and was sleeping in an abandon building nearby. She sat down and waited until it was her turn to get checked by the doctor. Bella had been rapped by her step father and was forced to run from home because her own mother did not even believe her. Bella was home schooled there for she was very much ahead she had just finished high school at her young age. She had dreams of going to school but now could not since she was homeless. Bella had been throwing up recently and feeling like she would pass out
she also got tired very easy. She wondered what could possibly be wrong?

Victor heard the nurse long before she was knocking at his door. Simply by pushing one button, the green light lit by the doorjamb, telling the nurse that she may enter. With a quick briefing, the nurse told him that a young girl had come to the reception, with symptoms of fatigue and nausea. Just a few minutes later the nurse brought the said girl into the room. He rose from his chair and instructed the girl to sit down opposite of his desk. His visage framed by long dark brown hair was peaceful, as if he was not a doctor who had a bad feeling about what was wrong with this girl. He had seen this kind of thing earlier; the hospital was next to an abandoned building that harboured many homeless youngsters from time to time.

Victor started typing a new patient file while keeping his gaze on the girl. "Good evening. What seems to be the matter?" His speech had a hint of a Russian accent to it as he spoke. The more he looked at the girl with his pale green eyes, the more certain he was that he already knew what was wrong. He knew perfectly well that the nurse had told him everything this young lady - Bella's her name according to her patient file from the public hospital - had told the nurse.

Bella was very shy she sat down and watched the Doctor begin to type. Bella looked at him as she spoke in a low voice.
" Umm I have been throwing up ever since yesterday and i been feeling like I am going to faint.....I have no idea why "
Bella looked at the wall she looked tired and weak she looked like she had been crying but she hid that fact well. Bella looked into the doctor's eyes to see what he might say.

(( remember he loves her at first sight))

(( I thought we agreed on developing it ... ? D: ))

Victor typed down everything she said while observing her. He could see many things mortal eyes were blind to; he could catch scents that many people didn't think had any scent. He wasn't sure how he would address his next question without offending her - after all, he could not read minds nor see to the past or the future. "I see. We'll need to take some blood tests, but before that, is there anything out of the ordinary that you have encountered recently? Have you moved recently, eaten something previously unfamiliar to you or something of the like?" He couldn't do it after all; he knew what he was supposed to ask, but he couldn't. He - ironically - did not have the heart to do it. Perhaps it was the lack of feeding, but the blood ... he could now smell it and its ambiguous aroma.

His pupils shrunk slightly as he concentrated on the present moment. He kept his lips tightly together, but his fang pricked at his lip. The more time the girl had spent in the office, the more insecure he was of his ability to control himself. While his face remained serenely emotionless, he grumbled within. How could he be so careless and not to feed when he was supposed to?!

(( lol my bad you right lmao ^^ but show that he is interested in her like he thinks she is pretty ))

Bella sat and thought for a moment she would hope that she did not have to state the fact that she had been rapped. She felt dirty and disgusted with her self she even tried to kill her self but came to her senses in time. Bella looked down at the ground
as she answered " No I have not encountered anything or eaten anything odd" Bella was nervous about the blood test
she hated needles. Bella beautiful eyes began to look worried....

(( Sure! ))

Nothing escaped Victor's vigilance. The hesitation was evident from her eyes and she did not seem all that excited about the blood test. Whether she really had something to hide or she hated needles; or both. His expression became much more gentler and his green eyes looked straight into hers. "It will merely pinch a little bit. But that's the only way we can be sure about what's wrong with you." He rose up from his chair and turned to take the equipment needed. Even though a regular blood test usually took longer, he would only have to run one test.

He already had the syringe in his hand and the desinfectant tissue on the other. "May I?" He asked, looking her into the eyes with a lot more intensity than a regular doctor should.

Bella breathed in and nodded her head. She looked away " Okay I am ready" She felt the needle go into her skin she froze
she hated needles with a passion. " How much blood do you need for the test in order to know what is wrong with me?"
Bell hoped and prayed he would not need a ton of her blood.......She looked back into the doctor's eyes awaiting his response.
She noticed that the doctor had beautiful green eyes. Bella's beautiful young face soon turned slightly red.

"Not more than ... this." He said as he took the needle off and pushed the tissue gently against the puncture wound. He handled her as if she was a flower on silken gloves - he hadn't acknowledged her beauty until she blushed. His lips curled into a very humble smile barely visible for more than a second. "Keep on pressing that while I take the sample to the laboratory." He knew it was against the code to leave patients alone in a medical office, but he was positive this human would not do anything without him hearing it. He had superhuman senses and he would know if she did something that was frowned upon.

He left the office and walked straight into the laboratory; a quiet night quite obviously. The night-shift laborant didn't notice him before he was right behind him. "Would you kindly run the hCG for this sample? Bring the results to my office then, please." The laborant nodded and Victor headed back to his office. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the voice of the younger doctors call out to him. "Yo Vic, look what they gave at the Med Conference!" Before he could respond, he heard the sizzle of burning flesh. The damn fool had a UV-light?! He hissed lowly and went into his office, looking really pissed now.

The skin was already healing fast, but it was painful nonetheless. The modern world was so much more dangerous! Victor then sat down again and then turned to look at Bella again. His tone was apologetic; he did not always realize the full impact of his expressions on his patient. "Would you like a cup of coffee while we wait for the result? It is a rather quiet night so it should be done soon." That was a lie; the blood tests usually took longer, but he had told the laborant specifically to test for the pregnancy. That would be done in a matter of minutes.

Bella stayed seated while the doctor was away she watched the moonlight and how beautiful it was how pure......
Bella looked down Bella had never even had a boy friend she had never even kissed a guy before the incident....
She wished she had never been rapped she wished her first experience with a man could have been love and gentleness not force.

Bella snapped out of her thoughts when The doctor came in. He had asked her if she wanted coffee " No thank you"
Bella smiled at him kindly.

"Alright." He responded. It was easier that way; he was not a fan of coffee or any other nutrients than blood. He could probably consume some products if he mixed fresh blood in them, but that was not really an option. It was frowned upon of a vampire to refuse the pleasures of immortal life, but Victor had held tight onto his conscience. He was centuries old, yet he had not had enough imagination or courage to abandon human values. He had long intervals between feeding and would feed only on the criminals whom only other criminals would miss. It was tough to hide his tracks, but he never let his victims live. He did not wish to expose the existence of the nightwalking race. This modern world had so many ways to dispose of either species completely.

They did not speak for a while and exploiting his vampiric abilities, Victor took a closer look at Bella. He could smell her blood better now, which had a divine scent. The scent made him forget about a lot of things he should have remembered at this point; the fact that he needed to start typing out the patient file, that he should stay wary of the laborant, that he should do something about that toy his colleague had acquired. To him, time meant nothing whatsoever and minutes passed - and the door was knocked on. Following the knock, the laborant entered with a clipboard that Victor took from him with a thanks. He sat down to his chair again and read the results. Not surprising at all.

"So, the results are in - and to tell you the truth, nothing is wrong with you. You're not diseased, but there's certainly a diagnosis here." He spoke, watching her reaction - he was not sure to what extent was she aware of what was going on.

Bella was a bit nervous she hated waiting for results it drove her crazy. While she waited for it she thought of what she could eat that night she had almost no money....she would have to find some kind of job sooner better then later to support her self.
Bella watched the doctor as he typed on the computer he seemed like a nice person she wondered how old he was he looked 30 something but still looked young. Her train of thought was interrupted when the knock came on the door. the doctor told her she had no diseases then what could be wrong? " Okay then why am I feeling so sick......I do not understand what is going on .....am I dying and you feel bad telling me?"

Victor smiled reassuringly. "No, you're not going to die of this condition, if that is what you're afraid of." He set down the clipboard and turned away from the computer. Even though he had been smiling a second ago, he wiped the smile off his face. What he was going to tell her in a minute would probably change her life for better or for worse. He had seen some healing bruises on her arms when he had taken the blood sample, but had not asked about it. People got bruises all the time ...

"The reason why you're feeling sick and easily fatigued is because you are with child. At a very early stage though, but some women are more sensitive to it than others." He said, watching for her reaction. Most girls of her age and time would want to abort the child, but he would not even think about mentioning this to her. However, if there was an uglier side to this story, he was obligated to help her through any medical hardships. He would also have to file a report on her visit should she need such. Though he was hoping there was nothing too dramatic about how she ended up here, he knew very well that there was much more to this girl's life than he knew.

Bella caught her breath and released it before she died. " Ummm I am sorry I must have herd you wrong.....I just thought you said I was pregnant....I must be hearing things.." Bella was in extreme denial....She could not believe this had happened to her she had only " Done it" once and that one time she happened to be rapped by her step dad. How can a child be conceived by only that one time....How was that possible? Bella eyes were wide with shock she did not feel joy or sadness just shock. She looked back at the doctor hopping she had herd him wrong the first time.

"I'm afraid you weren't hearing things. You are pregnant." His eyes were shrouded in worry. Her denial of what was obvious was very alarming and probably reflected on a traumatic experience. Without thinking why he'd do it, he sat down next to Bella - his maneuver was faster than was natural - and spoke now in a tone that conveyed his worry and affection. He was slowly but surely developing feelings for her, but what feelings? He wasn't sure himself.

"I can tell that you are terrified of what you're hearing. Is there something else to this story that I, as a doctor, should know?" He spoke very discreetly, yet his eyes were almost inquisitive. He would not take anything else but the truth, and he would know when she lied. "I have sworn a vow to act according to my best conscience to aid my patients, but not without their consent. You also know that doctors are required to keep any secret that is trusted to them." His tone did not convey a sense of urgency, but that of absolute determination. His expression remained worried as he looked into her beautiful eyes, their beauty disrupted only by the shock.

Bella looked at him she had fear in her eyes her eyes began to water she was angry still and blamed her self.
" My mother is a nurse and she always works day shifts but one day she worked a night one because she had to do something the next day.....So it was just me and my step dad......I never liked him there was something about that was off I could tell he was not good from the very begging" Bella toke in a deep breath as tears ran down her face. " On that one night I was in my room reading a book..because when i wanted to be as far from him as I could ....because I never liked him......well he barged into my room...and ...I tried to fight him back as best as I could I even cut the side of his face but....." Bella looked down " I told my mother what had happened the next day....She slapped me across the face and called me a liar
.......So I ran away from home" Bella felt a bit of relief she had never told anyone this before. " The part that hurts the most was the fact that she toke his side over mine and that he got away with it"

Victor was speechless for a moment; he was both saddened and angered by the ignorance of Bella's mother. Mother was the holy name on the lips of children, yet so many times he had had to witness that nothing was sacred in this world - no matter what era he had lived in. However, he remained composed, yet his eyes could not lie. He was enraged within.

He regained his inner composure and spoke, his tone now thicker than earlier: "There are ways how to prove that your stepfather is guilty. There are several, several ways to do so. You do not have to let his seed live and you do not have to say anything. From what you've told me, he has left physical evidence on you." He would have touched her hand or any other kind of soothing gesture, but he was afraid he would only startle her. His skin was cold, colder than a normal person's. The only moment when his skin would be warm and welcoming would be right after feasting on warm blood.

His previously inquisitive gaze softened, and he spoke with a husky voice: "But do not make the mistake of blaming yourself. Your life is not over, you are not tarnished and you can still have a future. It all depends on whether you let yourself be helped."

" He is a rich powerful man he would kill me before the court date...and what good would it do in court if my own mother would go against me" Bella looked down at the floor. " As far as what I will do to the child......I hate the thought of killing a child it is wrong.....but I feel to young to raise a child as well" Bella looked down at the floor staring at her feet " I do not know what do to do and as far as not blaming myself .....I can not help but blame myself...I could have done more " Bella frowned and looked up at the ceiling.

Victor sighed and turned his eyes away. 'I should have known ...' He was not surprised to hear what he heard; money did indeed turn mothers against their daughters. He lifted his gaze back to Bella. "What else could you have done? As you said, he is a very powerful man and your mother is siding with him. But can she truly be blind to scientific evidence?" He kept a pause and then continued, now trying to convince her. "What of you and the child if he does not suffer retribution?" This medical case was becoming a personal vengeance to him. He was burning from within with anger. "Bella, these people have wronged you and your unborn child ever since the moment he laid his dirty eyes on you!"

He realized he had crossed the line and quickly retreated with an apologetic bow of his head. "I am terribly sorry, I know I've said too much. I just wish ... nevermind." He inhaled deeply, though air was no requisite to him, and began typing to the patient file. He was treading on weak ice and would sooner or later blow his cover - if he had not already done so. He spoke one last time: "Are you absolutely sure you will not press charges? Know that you have the support of many powerful people." He was not referring to just any powerful beings; the vampires had infiltrated many influential positions in this city, state and even in the whole world. In his long existence, he was influential and feared by many.

Bella thought for a moment " I want to.........Kill him" Bella covered her mouth with shame as soon as she had said it.
" Does that make me a bad person the fact I said that and would probably go threw with it." Bella felt sorry and ashamed this was unlike her she was very for for not killing any life she was a catholic and Believed in God and his teachings. " I want justice but I know I am not going to get it.....unless I shed his blood ........" Bella laid back on the bed and breathed in slowly she did not dare touch her own stomach she couldn't bring herself to. She did not hate the baby inside of her she knew it was innocent it had done nothing wrong....Bella was totally and completely torn.

Victor couldn't hide his surprise at the mention of killing the man. He had had the impression that Bella was the last person to wish for death, but then again ... Victor liked to believe that whatever the religion a person had, somewhere deep inside the idea of murder was very enticing, enthralling even. And the least to his surprise, he could easily see himself dismembering the bastard slowly, taking pleasure in hearing the screams of pain and meaningless pleas of help. His pupils dilated at the very thought of feasting with blood like that, but he shook his head to keep the thought at bay. His lack of feeding was really getting to him.

In a spontaneous burst of courage, he spoke: "Blood for blood, isn't that what they say?" He shut the computer screen and moved over to Bella, firmly yet gently grasping her wrist. He looked at the stains the tears had left on her cheeks and her eyes that were now slightly red from the crying. "What if I told you I could end his life?" His eyes were almost fierce and his presence seemed to set the atmosphere and thicken the air. "What if I told you that I was not given a choice either? That I wish to take vengeance on such souls as your stepfather?" His blood-deprivation and fierce, newborn affection for this human female was driving him out of his 'humane' character. "Would you shed hid blood?" He inquired, his cold hand still tightly clasped to her wrist, preventing her escape. He hated how he was using his superhuman strength, but he was beyond self-restraint.

" Wouldn't it be wrong though wouldn't I regret it later on " Bella looked into his eyes " I am not capable of taking a life...I believe that God punishes everyone for there misdeeds...sooner or later.i know what was done to me was wrong and unfair but everything happens for a reason right?" Bella looked at him searching for an answer. She saw the anger in his eyes it scared her but she knew the anger was not towards her but towards someone else so that relaxed her. " My step father will pay for what he has done......However God chooses " Bella placed a light hand on the doctor shoulder " Are you alright?"

(( do not listen to her kill the bastard lol by bastard i mean the guy who rapped her))

"I am way beyong regret! What if God doesn't exist? Or, better yet, what if He has no say in our life whatsoever?" Victor pressed on, hoping to see even a slight crack in her resolution. He himself had never believed in the judgement of God. He accepted His existence as a creation of human mind, but he did not believe in a judgement day. He had no regrets, he had no obligations, he had no rites. He lived up to what he saw was right and thus could not believe the question he was asked. "Is this incident God's will? Hardly, I dare say!" His voice grumbled like a thunder in the room, yet was contained within its walls.

"I've seen the world much more than you think, and trust me, poor girl, that God is way too busy figuring out what went wrong here." And just like a tidal wave, his anger retreated as soon as it had come. He leaned back on his chair, exhausted by the emotions that he harboured within his condemned soul. He felt the touch of her hand more vibrantly than anything, but could not bring himself to brush it away. "Is there ..." He sighed. "Is there need for further medical attention?" He tried to remain professional, though they both knew that this was not a usual talk between a doctor and his patient. He reached for the small stack of cards on his desk, and gave one business card for her. "Call me if you happen to change your mind or you need something."

Even though he seemed exhausted and given up, he had already looked up her previous home address. Patient file was a very useful tool of information. And whether or not she would justify what he would do as soon as she left the building, he would tear the man to pieces. He was a hunter of criminals, after all.

Bella wiped her tears away " God is all i have now I believe he exist in very one of us every time we show kindness to another person that is when he is at his strongest....I believe there is good that can come from something bad.......Good evening Doctor" Bella let her hand fall off his shoulders and left the hospital she went back to the abandon building where she ran up the stairs and into the back room. She ate a sandwich and sat on the floor and for the very first time placed a hand on her stomach and looked down...She began to cry as she gently touched her stomach.

As soon as she had left the building - he knew as he could hear her heartbeat for a long time - Victor called the nurse and told her he was feeling rather unwell this evening. With a quick casual talk he convinced her it was the flu and she had to agree that he was rather pale these days. He clocked himself out and left with his car, driving so fast that the rubber burnt whenever he would steer around a corner. The night was getting late, but that was all the better. He slowed down when he neared the neighbourhood where the rotten scum and his senseless wife lived. There were lights in the windows and he could see the figure of a man sitting by the TV. Bella's mother had to be asleep. He pulled over a few block away and did not waste time getting on the backyard. Surprisingly, the burglar system was lousy and he had no trouble getting past it.

Once inside, he did not let him even notice his presence. With a firm grip, he grasped the bastard's neck and turned as if it was no effort. The cracking sound was like music to his ears, and he sank his teeth into the neck. The blood was still fresh as he drunk every last bit of it from his wrist. He was careful not to spill even one drop. As he felt the blood become cold, he stopped and took the dead body in his arms. He shut the TV and carried the man outside. With little effort, he had arrived safely to his car with no one seeing him. He dumped the man into the back of his car and drove away, now with patient speed and headed towards the waste processing plant. He knew they had crematory methods far more effective than in any funeral.

(( I'm giving you a chance to write a post of what she's doing while Victor's killing off the bastard. ))