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fullmoonfever ([info]fullmoonfever) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-04-18 01:27:00


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Entry tags:gregory price, inactive - michelle clarke, team - midnight sons

Chicago After Hours (open)
Gregory Price slipped out of the Kingston Mines club and out into the mostly empty streets of Chicago. The night air was crisp as it tended to be during the early spring. The wind blew, which is Chicago was totally not a surprise, and Greg wrapped the trench coat he normally wore around him.

He bowed his head and started walking back toward his apartment.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he stopped walking. Something was not right. Greg looked around, but didn't see anything or anyone. He didn't like the feeling of this.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking again.



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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-23 10:30 pm UTC (link)
"If I'm asking too many personal questions, just tell me to back off. I tend to grab something and not let go. Kind of like a dog with a bone." He laughed at it and himself.

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-23 10:41 pm UTC (link)
Despite herself, Michelle smiled just a little at the lame joke.

"Don't... worry about it," she said. "You think this... whatever I am, is connected to him? My father?"

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-23 10:54 pm UTC (link)
"It /could/ be. If you mother is a normal human, then yeah, it really could be related to your father."

He pulled out a cigarette.

"A lot of things are genetic and carry on through family lines." His own curse had been passed through to him and his siblings from their mother.

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-23 11:11 pm UTC (link)
They were getting closer now. "Um... I've never... bitten a human... before."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-23 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Greg felt sorry for the girl. He had lived with his curse since an early age and the bad stuff that came with it. He lit his cigarette and took a long drag.

"What did you do before now? Or did the hunger just start?"

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-23 11:51 pm UTC (link)
"A week ago, maybe a little more. I'd tried catching rats or strays... but that only took the edge off... didn't make it go away."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-23 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Greg took a long drag off of his cigarette. The poor girl. "Look, I'm going to help you out." That streak of wanting to help those in trouble got the better of him.

"When we get there stay outside. I'll take care of the people in the building and I'll bring one out for you. Do you need him or her alive and the heart still beating, or will dead do?"

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-24 12:15 am UTC (link)
"Dead should still be okay," she said. She'd killed some of the animals first, to stop the squirming and screams. They still haunted her sometimes.

The hunger for blood, human blood still gnawed at her.

What had she done to deserve this?

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-24 12:19 am UTC (link)
Greg nodded. "Okay then. Just stay outside. You don't want to see this."

He looked to see where they were. "It's just up ahead."

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-24 12:51 am UTC (link)
Michelle nodded. "Thank-you," she said again, meaning it.

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-24 12:57 am UTC (link)
Greg nodded and dropped his cigarette on the ground. He ground it out with the heel of his foot. It hurt, but he'd heal it.

He removed his trench coat and handed it to her. "Hold this. I don't want to get anything on it. It's my favorite."

Then he started walking toward a specific building. He disappeared inside. A moment later gunshots broke the relative quiet and screams soon followed.

Eventually Greg, who was covered in blood and sporting a few wounds from being shot, came out of the building with a man tossed over his shoulder. The man was barely alive and would be dead in a few moments.

Greg dropped the body on the ground at Michelle's feet.

He took his coat from her and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-24 02:10 am UTC (link)
She almost couldn't control herself. When the body hit the ground, she was already upon it, fangs sinking into its neck and blood, precious blood, flowing freely for her to drink.

It took less time than she would have suspected to drain him dry. But it had left her feeling oddly... satisfied, the hunger at last pushed back.

Blood still stained her lips when she pulled away. She looked down at the body, then down at herself, and back again. "I..." Michelle started to say, then realized she had no good way to finish that sentence.

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-24 02:17 am UTC (link)
Greg politely turned away while she fed. He knew what it was like to have a side you didn't want people to see.

He pulled on his coat and smoked his cigarette while she fed. Occasionally he looked over his shoulder to check on the progress and when it appeared she was done, he turned back around.

"I know. Come on. The cops will be showing up soon and we don't want to be anywhere near here." Then something struck him. "You got a place to stay?"

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-24 10:17 pm UTC (link)
She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I've got an apartment," she said. "Not much... but its home."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-25 05:05 am UTC (link)
Greg nodded. "Good. Come on. I'll walk you home then."

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-25 06:22 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks," Michelle said. "I'm Michelle, by the way," she added, as she got to her feet.

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-25 06:30 pm UTC (link)
"You're welcome," he said as he put a hand under one of her elbows to help her up. "Greg Price."

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-25 09:30 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks," she replied, grateful for the help. She felt... better now, seemed to move more steadily, with more health and vigor.

She wiped away the last of the blood. "Think... I'll be good for a while, but not looking forward to doing that again."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-04-27 08:22 pm UTC (link)
"It's not something to look forward to, but you have to do what you have to do to survive." Greg took one last draw on his cigarette and dropped it on the ground. He grimaced as he smashed it out with a bare heel.

"Let's go. Cops are coming."

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[info]bite_me
2010-04-27 09:37 pm UTC (link)
She nodded. "Yeah. Let's go. It's not too far."

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[info]fullmoonfever
2010-05-02 09:23 pm UTC (link)
Greg walked easily next to her. "Don't hesitate to cal me for anything. I'll always be glad to help out."

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