PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
Posts: 43
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Aug 3, 2024 16:28:08 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Feb 21, 2023 20:44:49 GMT
 ━ moral compromise has its privileges ━
The Church was mostly in shambles, and Pierre imagined it would be worse after their brawl. Mal was not likely to go down without a fight, and he knew Lena would send the large, eagle-shaped podium standing behind them flying at Mal’s head given the chance. He only wished their abilities could still merge as one.
The girl was just collateral damage. If Mal decided their son was free game to experiment on, then he would lose the human he kept around. Despite sharing his blood with the girl, Pierre knew she couldn’t mean much━not for a man with a heart as cold and as black as Mal’s. He would never know the love from family; he wouldn’t experience what it was like to have a son━an extension of yourself that you would do anything for. He was too selfish to even consider anyone’s needs before his own, but he would come for her. She wasn’t worth as much as Baxter to his parents, but she was something.
“‘E’ll be ‘ere any minute,” Pierre puffed to Lena, crossing and uncrossing his arms as he paced behind Krista’s chair. He stopped behind her and kicked one of the legs, snapping, “You ‘ear dzat? Huh? Ready to see how far ‘e will really go to save you?” He hissed, causing the girl to sputter and cry again. At least she wasn’t so loud now.
Finally, the Church’s doors peeled apart, and Pierre looked up with another dark smirk, though he was almost surprised to see Mal. He’d expected the vampire to come, but Pierre hadn’t seen him since the day Mal turned him one hundred and fifty-five years prior.
“Long time no see, eh?” Pierre called out, crossing his arms and staring at the two who entered. He listened to the other’s heartbeat and its quickened, rabbit-like pace. “Ah, and you’ve brought anozer snack for me… did you ruin dzis one, too?” He asked, laying a hand on Krista’s shoulder as she yelped their names, her voice barely echoing over the empty walls. She could fight against his compulsion all she wanted, but it would not allow her to reach that ear-piercing pitch again.
Pierre squeezed her shoulder hard. Krista bent into the touch, eyes squeezing closed, though she didn’t make a noise louder than a light groan. He wanted to test how exactly this would work━would Mal feel her pain exactly, or just a dull indicating that something was wrong?
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Mar 11, 2023 19:18:35 GMT
”Stay put, I won’t be a minute.” Mal didn’t bother to crack the window like Krista’s brother was a dog, just slammed the door on his side and took off across the street. The dark that pooled between the buildings wouldn’t have been a bother for most things wanting to pay some attention to what he was up to, but Krista’s brother was painfully human. He might’ve seen his shadow disappearing into the nest of them, but he wouldn’t have seen the half dozen ooze into view at the other end.
Mal grinned at the disgust that rolled off of them like body odour. Others might’ve recoiled at the wave of it, but he merely gestured them closer, using all that reluctance as a line to string them up with. He tugged the bit of paper with the church’s address on it from his pocket, passing it over to the boy who’d stepped out in front like he was the ring leader. ”I give you the signal and you all steam in. No runnin’ away, you got it, yeah? Any of you do and it’s …” He mimed an injection into his neck, then dragged his hand down through the air an inch in front of his chest, like he had the mercury pouring out of him. They’d all been treated to a little glimpse of it while they’d been working on them, and that girl in the back definitely shuddered over it now.
He didn’t bother ordering them away, just snapped his fingers and shooed them away before River got fed up of sitting there and poked his nose in. Slouching back to the car, Mal gave no explanation as he got in. If he ended up squirming in that silence, that was River’s problem, weren’t it.
The tension grew as he got close to the church, leaving his shoulders creeping higher with each passing mile, his fingers moving restlessly around the rim of the steering wheel. Usually guilt wasn’t an issue, it rolled off of those broad, capable shoulders like water off a duck’s back, shook off to leave him free of even the microscopic drops of it. Now it felt a little like it was soaking in. From the minute she’d squirmed her way into his life he’d tried to keep all of the other stuff separate from her, but they’d had to start crawling out from the bloody sewers to start dragging him back into them. Like he’d used the experiments’ hatred of him as the line to tug on to force them to do what he wanted, they were using Krista to force him to just cave to them. It would’ve been a shitty strategy if he didn’t give a shit about her.
In the bright glare of the moon the church looked like a rotten tooth, crumbling bit by bit until all that was left was a black shell. Eventually the whole thing would just cave in, leaving a festering hole behind. The town council would come and clean it up perhaps, or just forget it had even existed in the first place – the way he had done his little group of misfits in San Francisco.
Wondering why he’d bothered to save Pierre’s life in the first place, Mal slowed to a crawl, twitching with an expected wave of fear as he pulled up outside. It burned in his veins, left him feeling off balance as he shut the engine off and started out. ”You stay behind me, you hear?” he told River, a sharp order he doubted the boy would listen to. ”They ask you anythin’, you keep your mouth shut. You’re gonna take Krista when they let her go and you’re both gonna drive out of here.” He turned towards River, tossing him the car keys. Krista would perhaps keep her mouth shut about what was gonna happen afterwards, but he couldn’t trust River to hold his tongue long enough for him to finish stamping these arseholes out start the clean-up.
He could’ve gone full Dirty Harry and booted the doors down, instead Mal shoved straight through them, with his arms outstretched, palms slapping into those heavy planks of oak, now scarred with years of disuse. Krista was there, tied to a chair up at the far end, alright for now at least. Pierre and Lena lingered with her, smug practically radiating off of the sodding frog. ”Yeah, not long enough though, eh? I could’ve gone another century or two … absence makes the heart fonder and all that.” He felt the burst of emotion through his chest as he met Krista’s eye, proof of his own bullshit.
”Oi, don’t you even try it!” The warning snapped out at the threat. He felt the tightness return to his chest. If he’d had breath in his lungs, it woulda felt as though it was coming short, panic sinking in. ”Neither one of them’s yours. Now, if I was you, I’d let her go, let her leave here so me and you can have our little chat on our…” He didn’t groan, not the way Krista did, but that hitch came in his breathing again, the sensation that a band was tightening around his chest tight enough to leave his voice croaking. ”…on our own. You alright, love? Did he hurt ya?” If he had every little ounce of it would be returned to him. Maybe this time he’d have Lena squirming on the floor like a bug ready to be stomped into oblivion, her doting husband forced to watch.
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LENA BAUDELAIRE
Kitsune
Posts: 55
Age:
277
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Married
Partner:
Pierre Baudelaire
Played by:
Jodi
She wanted a storm to match her rage
Last seen Aug 30, 2024 22:02:15 GMT
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Post by LENA BAUDELAIRE on Mar 29, 2023 18:41:16 GMT
It was a mixture of nerves and excitement that surged through her body as she realised that Mal was actually going to come to the Church to save his little human. She could grab Pierre and kiss him for realising there was some kind of connection between Krista and Mal. It wasn’t part of their plan which they had spent weeks curating, but it was certainly something that worked in their favour. She wondered if one of them drove a stake through Krista’s heart would Mal fall down too. It was a almost worth testing the theory. Maybe when Mal arrived. “Do you think if we cut her throat it will cut Mal too?” She muttered to her husband. It was a shame to use the girl as collateral damage, but when it came to Baxter there were no limits to how far they would go to protect their son. “I suspect not far.” She commented, glancing down at Krista who was crying. Why did Mal have to choose a crybaby to hook up with? The Church’s doors swung open and there he was. The man who betrayed them over a hundred years ago and turned his back on them like they meant nothing to him. The last time she laid her eyes on Mal he was fleeing from the warehouse like a coward, leaving his ‘team’ behind to die. The anger started to rise inside her as her mind was cast back to that evening, but she kept her lips sealed as Pierre started to talk. “Too scared to come alone… you bring friend.” She nodded at the curly-haired boy standing behind Mal. “Run now boy… or die.” More collateral damage. Lena stepped forward, standing beside Pierre as he squeezed on Krista’s shoulder. There was a small smile on her face as it confirmed Mal was feeling Krista’s pain. Even if they couldn’t kill him by killing her, they could inflict a world of pain on the pair of them. “No… you hurt our son and now we hurt her.” She pointed aggressively towards Krista. It took all her willpower not to dive forward and go straight for Mal. She spent years dreaming of this moment, where she could finally rip his heart out, but that urge grew stronger when Baxter was returned to them. Technically her son and her husband were dead and Mal was to blame for it. RIVER MAY , MAL BLACKTHORNE & PIERRE BAUDELAIRE |
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KRISTA MAY
Human
Posts: 122
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Julia
Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:40:26 GMT
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Apr 24, 2023 19:36:55 GMT
 ━ i can't get you out of my head ━
Actually…. well, maybe it was her choices that brought her here. But, y’know… it still wasn’t cool. She was supposedta be protected and stuff! She was still a good Christian! She went to Church every Sunday, so, despite dating a vampire, her life was pretty much the same!
She really just wanted Mal to swoop in and save her. That would be… really awesome. And heroic. And hot. Perfect boyfriend stuff. If he even wanted to still be her boyfriend. Something like this would make all the other stuff get forgiven, though, right?! There was no way they could stay mad at each other once he saved her!
If he saved her. Oh, gosh.
No, no. The French guy and the Asian woman said he was coming, and why would they lie? Apparently, all they wanted was him; Krista was just, like, a pawn or something. He was gonna come. And they were gonna run outta here action-romance-movie-style with Mal carrying her, and it was gonna be great.
Krista cried again when the French man taunted her, playing on Krista’s fears about whether or not Mal would actually help her when he got here. There was no way he’d just turn away and let them hurt her, right? Right?! Maybe he didn’t love her as much as she loved him, but he had to care about her at least a little bit, didn’t he?
This was probably why she wasn’t ever allowed to have boyfriends. All they did was break your heart and get you kidnapped by foreigners.
Finally, the Church doors opened, and Krista shifted slightly in her chair, doing an almost excited bounce against her bindings, feeling them strain. “Mal!” She whimpered, nowhere near as loud as she wanted to be. Krista squinted in the low light, trying to make out the second shape in the shadows. “River!” She added, happy to see him, happy he was here and that he was still being a good big brother, but so upset that he had to get dragged into all this stuff. He was a great brother, but maybe she’d always been an awful sister.
Krista didn’t wanna get her hopes up━and maybe it wasn’t the time, but that kinda thing was sorta lost on her━but he was definitely looking at her when he said absence made the heart grow fonder… right? Krista sniffled and stared at him through tear-filled eyes, feeling their connection again━and not just the kind that made him feel her emotions and stuff. The moment was cut by the French guy pressing his fingers into her again, causing Krista to lean into it, feeling the skin over the wound wain and pull like her restraints.
Groaning through the pain, Krista sniffled again, opening her eyes and finding Mal once more. He was talking to her now, asking her how she felt. Maybe he did care.
“N-no, not really.” Krista smiled sadly, trying to blink her vision clear. “Just a bite and stuff. I-I’m okay.” Her wrists and ankles ached, but she’d survive this. At least, she really hoped so. She hoped all three of them did.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
Posts: 43
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Julia
Last seen Aug 3, 2024 16:28:08 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Apr 24, 2023 20:48:17 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━
Finally, Mal arrived, carting another little human with him. Pierre smirked at Lena, then his gaze drifted back to his sire, bitterness flowing through him intensely. This was his son’s sire, as well━two Baudelaire men ruined by Mal’s black touch.
“So could I…” Pierre’s eyes narrowed, “But you would not let dzat ‘appen, hm? You ‘ad to come, ruining everyzing you put your ‘ands on.” Now Pierre’s hands would be the ones ruining Mal’s life. The gaggle of humans he’d collected in Mystic Falls would be torn to shreds, and he would make sure that no other creations would be made by Mal. After Pierre cracked the code on how to keep them stable, of course. Then he and his wife could carry on without the looming threat of Mal, and do all of the things he never could.
His lips twisted in another grin as Mal seemed to stammer, hesitating in what was likely a reaction to his walking blood bag’s pain. Lena was close again, completing this by his side, just as she always had━just as she always would be. And Baxter would never have to be a part of this, but he would always be with them, too.
“Exactly.” Pierre hissed, punctuating the end of his wife’s statement. “She won’t be free of zis just because you ask━we are sure our son asked you for ‘is freedom. You changed ‘im anyway, turned ‘im into one of dzose freaks we could never successfully complete. You are lucky ‘e did not die like zee rest.” Otherwise, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. Mal and everything he had in his new life would already be dead━no, that was too good for him. They would be obliterated. Wiped from existence, with Pierre and Lena standing triumphantly above it all.
He shifted to stand behind Krista, setting his hands on her shoulders, revelling in the way she trembled beneath his touch. “She is not worth it to drain. You ruined zee taste.” Pierre scoffed as though she wasn’t a living being, just simply something for their amusement. “Never dzought you could connect with anyzing, Mal. Who knew a small, worthless human an eleventh of your age would bring you down.” His hand crossed to the other side of her neck, palm laying flat against it. He felt her pulse hammering beneath his palm, a convulsive swallow at the pressure. It really was a pity her blood wasn’t worth a thing to him.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Ange
Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on May 6, 2023 18:11:56 GMT
Perhaps bringing River inside had been a bad idea. He’d pried the lid off a can of worms with Krista, revealing the supernatural world to her and having to endure endless ridiculous questions about it since. She didn’t have the brains – alright, or the ability – to be scared about what she was seeing, she just about had enough to keep quiet about it when others started to nose about. Like her brother. River here didn’t seem that sort. He was a good boy, the sort who’d shriek like a sodding banshee, going green in the face at the sight of blood, which was already trickling in those dark threads down Krista’s throat from where the croissant or his rude little wifey had taken a little nibble while they’d waited for him.
Mal held a finger up, aiming it in River’s direction without even looking at him – he wasn’t dragging his attention off of the trio up at the business end of the church. ”Don’t you go anywhere,” he warned. ”Stay right here. She ain’t gonna touch you, neither’s that son of a bitch she married.” The finger flicked in Lena’s direction, hazel eyes going narrow as he sighted along it. ”Still can’t keep your hands to yourself, eh? Guess you ain’t learned much since the last time I saw ya … or learned better English. Shocking.” He clucked his tongue, knowing it’d just have the two of them bristling. It was easy to get under people’s skin when they actually gave a shit, it was harder when they were incapable of it (just as Krista had accused him of being).
The lie he told himself about that thickened in his throat as his gaze slipped to Krista, tightening to the point of an ache, right in the side of his throat as Pierre’s hand settled on Krista’s shoulder and squeezed. ”I had to come and ruin everythin’?” Mal cackled, the sound only slightly twisted by that ache. ”Who’s in whose backyard eh, Pierre?” He curled his hands at his sides, knowing exactly what they were talking about. Revenge. You put your hands on our son, and we’ll put our hands on your … whoever Krista was meant to be to him.
His warning to Lena came out clear enough, but then it all started to slide. Tension crawling in, that tightness in his chest that felt like panic – not that he sodding had since he’d been sprawled on the deck of a ship with his chest laid open by the splintered hull – things he hadn’t ever wanted to experience again bleeding in from … Krista. That fucking frog was grinning about it, like he’d suddenly learned the world’s biggest secret
Meeting Krista’s eye, Mal tried to let a little more of what she was feeling bleed in. He wasn’t gonna let a bit of it show on his face, not when it would give Pierre his kicks, but he wanted to make sure she was telling the truth (as though she’d ever been able to hide a thing). ”It’s all gonna be better soon, promise. You be a good girl and hold on for me to sort that, yeah?” There didn’t seem to be anything River couldn’t take care of, the bite would be cleaned (you never knew where those mouths had been), a painkiller downed to take care of the aches that sprung up in his own wrists and ankles, enough until he got there and gave her a little sip of his own blood to wipe it all away.
Hazel eyes flicked up to Pierre, watching every shift of that stumpy little body as he gave it all the swagger, acting like he was big enough to prevent himself from being ripped apart right where he stood. His upper lip curled into a sneer. ”You don’t wanna hear what your son asked for. Aaah.” The laugh rolled out despite the wiser bit of his brain telling him not to poke the sleeping dragon. ”That’s your problem. It ain’t that someone tinkered around with him, it’s that you couldn’t ever get it to work. It wasn’t lucky, son. It was skill and you’re salty about it. Are yours still croakin’?” And maybe there was that little current of fear in them. Baxter – stupid sodding name if you asked him, almost as bad as River – might start to fall to bits in front of their eyes.
Frown lines started to cut deep as Pierre stood behind Krista, his hands settling on her, driving Krista’s heartrate until it was a whoosh-whoosh-whoosh in his own years, a fucked up echo of the way his own heart had once beat. ”Watch your mouth.” he warned, his voice tight. ”You’d like that, wouldn’t ya, me on my knees in front of you, cryin’ like a baby. That’s fuckin’ gratitude for ya. Would you have preferred to die that day? I coulda walked out and left ya both to it.” He drew in a deep breath, trying to keep the panic that was bleeding through from Krista from infesting his own voice. ”Let her go with him, and I’ll stay with you. You can get your payback, try turnin’ me into somethin’ like your boy. Bet it’ll be torment before you fail again, you can dance on me grave after.” Maybe even that wouldn’t be enough of a lure, but one way or another Krista was walking out of here, and then they’d see just what his successes were honestly capable of.
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RIVER MAY
Human
Posts: 35
Status:
Single
Played by:
noe
You're gonna go far, kid.
Last seen Nov 19, 2024 22:47:10 GMT
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Post by RIVER MAY on May 12, 2023 20:02:24 GMT
 ━ i will let you down, i will make you hurt ━
There was nothing Holy about it now. It instead looked like something out of his nightmares. He gulped past the lump in his throat before his nervous eyes shifted to Mal as he listened to his warning which only made him even more nervous. “Behind you. Got it.” Did River really believe that he would listen to that warning to the end? Not really, no. But he'd, at least, try to heed that warning and stay behind Mal. River scrambled to catch the keys that Mal tossed his way, only barely managing to catch them and even when he did so, he caught them at a weird angle. “Without you? Look, I don't like you, man, but leaving you here is just not an option.” River said with a small frown tugging at his feature. As much as he wanted Mal to never come anywhere near his sister again, he just knew that his sister would not agree with leaving him out here and he would rather not willingly participate in breaking his sister's heart.
River followed Mal, careful with his footsteps as the floorboards creaked under his weight with each step that he took. The longer that he stayed in that worn down Church, the more he wanted to get his sister out of there as soon as possible because it really did look like the kind of place where they would meet their demise. Still, he did a cross gesture as he entered the once holy grounds.
River's eyes widened when his eyes relaxed on his bound sister and when she called out to him, he almost ran to where she was. “Krista!” He yelled back, his eyes still wide, looking panicked as he looked at his sister then at the two responsible for having her on that seat to begin with. His attention drifted to the man with the accent. Snack? He frowned a little, his confusion visible on his features before his attention drifted to Mal when the guy mentioned ruining him too. “What — What is he talking about?” He asked, still standing where he was, behind Mal, but he was a lot closer to him now, his fist clenched as though he was holding himself back from running to where his sister was. His attention drifted to the shorter woman next to the man. The warning was enough to make panic eat away at his insides. Should he run? No. No, he shouldn't, but there was something intimidating about those two. Something... Non-human. Though that sounded strange because it can't be, right? It can't be. His spiral came to an end as Mal pointed a finger in his direction. “Huh? Oh. Um. Okay. Okay, I won't run. I w—won't.” Was he trying to convince Mal or himself? River wasn't going to run because that was his sister sitting there, tied to the chair, looking like she'd seen hell and back. He's not going anywhere without her. River was quiet as he listened to the three of them talk. When the shorter woman mentioned Mal hurting their son, River's heart plummeted. He did what? “Is that— Is that true? Did you really hurt their son?” River whispered, wondering just who the heck this guy was. Was he a murderer? God, River felt like he was out of the loop here. But in the end, what he cared about was his sister.
His shoulders sagged in relief when Krista said that she was okay. “Don't worry, you'll be okay, Krista. We'll go home.” River didn't seem to believe his own words but as long as Krista believed it, then that was all that mattered to him. River continued to listen to them talk and then there it was again, the talk that indicated that they weren't really human which only seemed to confuse him some more. River shifted anxiously from one foot to the other as he continued listening, unsure what he could possibly say that would even be the slightest bit useful. There it was again, Mal offering himself on a silver platter for his sister's sake which once again confused the heck out of River because if he really were a bad guy, he would have let his sister die right then and there, he wouldn't have offered to stay behind to give her the chance to get away with him. “I believe what my, uh, my friend here is trying to say is that he's sorry for hurting your son. I'm really sorry too, that your son had to get hurt in the first place. As his parents, I'm sure you guys feel upset and— and you've got every right to be, but is there no way we can settle this peacefully? You guys don't seem like, um, murderers. You even warned me to go and bad guys wouldn't do that, right? You don't want to hurt me and trust me, I, too, get the urge to punch the guy, I mean, his attitude needs a lot of fine-tuning, but please, don't hurt my sister. She's got nothing to do with this. You can— You can tell me what you want and I'm sure we can, uh, come to a mutual agreement, right?” River couldn't shut up. He couldn't and that was because he was scared shitless right now and the more he talked, the harder it became for him to shut up again. But at least he was quiet now as he pressed his lips into a thin line as he nervously looked between the duo.
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LENA BAUDELAIRE
Kitsune
Posts: 55
Age:
277
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Married
Partner:
Pierre Baudelaire
Played by:
Jodi
She wanted a storm to match her rage
Last seen Aug 30, 2024 22:02:15 GMT
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Post by LENA BAUDELAIRE on May 30, 2023 21:31:52 GMT
Typical Mal trying to deliver a low blow by insulting her English skills. If only he’d heard her conversing with Pierre when they first met. Lena insulting Pierre in Mandarin and Pierre complimenting her in French. “Last time I saw you, you run like a scared coward… does your girlfriend know you a coward?” Her gaze flickered down to Krista, “Mal will leave you… he left us and every person before us… he either leave you or kill you. We could save him the job and kill you instead.” It was impossible to see just how deep his feelings for Krista went, but they’d certainly formed some kind of connection. An eye for an eye. A motto Lena had always lived by. She had brought down the men who killed Mako, now it was time to bring down the man who killed Baxter. There was a surge of fury as Mal joked about what happened to Baxter. Laughter rolled out of him because their son’s death was funny to him. She couldn’t risk losing her temper and bringing the whole church to shambles with a hurricane ripping through it. She pressed her tongue into the roof of her mouth as she reminded herself they needed to stick to the plan. But Mal kept pressing her buttons though and the volcano of rage was threatened to erupt. He expected some level of gratitude from the two. How fucking dare her. A light breeze started to blow through the church, “You are the reason Pierre died… left us to fight hunters while you saved number one. You are parasite and this girl…” Lena wrapped her hands around Krista’s hair, yanking her head back harshly, “This is payback for all you done.” Pierre wasn’t interested in Krista’s blood though and Mal was asking they let go of her. Swap Krista for him was the deal, but it didn’t feel like a fair one. As much as Lena wanted to kill Mal, she also wanted to deprive him of someone he cared about. Krista could be that person. Slowly her hands unwrapped from around Krista’s blonde locks as the wind started to settle down. She glanced over at Pierre, lowering her voice before speaking, “Devrions nous?” Were they going to hand over a vital piece? KRISTA MAY - translation: should we? |
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
Posts: 43
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Aug 3, 2024 16:28:08 GMT
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on May 31, 2023 18:20:41 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━
Pierre laughed as Mal sweet-talked his plaything (who had obviously become more, if their connection was anything to go by), promising her all sorts of things he couldn’t deliver. Her life was in Pierre’s hands now, literally, as one palm rested against her throat. He would tear it out in an instant, and then she would be dead, and Mal would have to feel it━be distracted by it━before Pierre and Lena struck him down. They would beat him this time; his age could not keep him alive against two of them… could it?
He soured when the conversation returned to Baxter, pressing a little tighter on the human’s throat. She swallowed again, then sucked in a strangled breath, seemingly desperate for the last bits of oxygen she could muster. “Per’aps.” Pierre sneered, “Should I make yours zee next démonstration?” His fingertips made divots in her skin, cradling her windpipe like he’d rip it out at any moment. He would, too, if Mal kept pressing and taunting them, and especially if he said anything else about Pierre’s wife.
“‘Ow about you watch yours. Or ‘ers.” He smirked darkly. If Mal killed him, at least Baxter would be avenged, and Mal would feel some part of himself breaking. It was hard to imagine Mal having a heart at all, but, ah, well…
“You did it for yourself!” Pierre shouted, irritated that Mal kept bringing up that day as if he’d given Pierre a gift. Sure, Pierre had lived to see the birth of his son, but at what cost? Surely they could have won if Mal decided to pull his weight in that fight. Instead, he’d left them to die. Lena backed him up, her words accentuated by the tug on Krista’s hair. The human’s head dropped, then flung back up in almost a bounce, and her throat returned to Pierre’s grip. She choked, letting out a strangled sound, before coughing and wheezing. She could still breathe… for now. He squeezed her windpipe as a test, and watched her panic momentarily before she was allowed to breathe again.
Mal pled for her life first, and then the other human━Mal’s second pet, perhaps?━piped up, giving a long and drawn-out… speech? What was he even saying? Was he begging or giving a lecture? It was the “you don’t seem like murderers” that had him glancing at Lena and quirking a brow, a small, amused grin on his lips. Eventually, he revealed himself as the girl’s brother, which Pierre supposed made sense. Did Mal use them both, or had he finally wholly softened and collected himself a little family? “We want our son back to zee way ‘e was, but dzat cannot ‘appen!” Pierre snapped, though, unfortunately, the boy had made him think for a moment. Krista would forget Mal when she left here anyway, and she would continue her life with her family. He hadn’t gone soft in his old age, but it would be easier to allow her to leave with her brother instead of wiping his memory (or killing him), too. And, in the end, if they so wished, Pierre and Lena could always find Krista and kill her. It wasn’t as if it had been hard to find her the first time.
He looked at Lena and realized she was considering it, too. The wind that had blown through the dilapidated Church began to settle, signalling her fury beginning to ease. For now, at least━she could save her strength for when they faced Mal head-on.
After a moment of consideration, Pierre nodded curtly at his wife, then shifted his hand away from Krista’s throat and used the other to pull free the ropes tying her wrists together behind the chair. The second she was loose, he shoved her forward and off the chair, and watched the human stumble to the ground. Eventually, she dragged herself up and to the men awaiting her release.
Pierre’s expression grew dark, blood filling his eyes, dark veins creeping below his eyes. “Allons-y.” He said to Lena as Krista reached them, then addressed the brother. “Leave, or you will be next.” Without wasting any more time, he darted to Mal in a blur and snatched the man’s throat, trying to shove him down into one of the wooden pews. He wasn’t stupid enough to think Mal would go down without a fight. “Dzis…” He growled, “... Is zee karma dzat ‘as been long awaiting you, Mal.”
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on May 31, 2023 18:21:58 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
“O-okay.” Krista sniffled and nodded, trying desperately for a smile she couldn’t keep up. Her eyes flicked to River at his reassurances, and she tried again. Her lips remained curled a little longer this time, but not by much.
What did Mal do? He… hurt their son? No, it didn’t sound like that. What kind of freak could the French guy possibly mean? He was a vampire himself, so it wasn’t that. The word tinkered made her imagine Mal standing over some guy with a scalpel, tearing off strips and pulling him open to… to… do what? Krista had seen enough Science Fiction movies with Kitty to clearly see an image of some kid with half-bionic insides.
Still, she never thought Mal would… he was mean sometimes, but… some kinda Dr. Frankenstein? No way.
Anyway, she couldn’t really keep thinkin’ about it━not ‘cause it was making her upset, but ‘cause the French dude (Mal called him Pierre) was pressing harder on her neck. She started to panic, remembering a dark space, and how it felt like the walls were closing in on her. How it felt like she’d never get out. Krista’s heart thundered in her chest, beating so hard it felt like it would leap out of her mouth if he wasn’t blocking her airway like a kink in a hose.
Krista sobbed when she had a moment to breathe, hazel eyes finding the woman through her tears. She didn’t want to believe her, but… Krista had already seen what he was like. Mal ignored her profession of love and kicked her outta his place. He left her alone for days like he didn’t care anymore, and maybe if Pierre hadn’t called him… he never woulda come back. He was here now when it mattered, though, right? He was here to save her. He wasn’t a coward! “He… he wouldn’t.” Krista sniffled, “He wouldn’t.” She repeated, sure of herself now, though that was about all the time (and air) she had as she wiggled against her restraints and Pierre’s hand.
Was Mal standin’ up for her? It felt like it. At least, it did for a second or two before she thought her head was gonna explode ‘cause Pierre kept choking her. She tried to keep still, mostly because she could feel the way his grip delicately cupped her windpipe, which felt like a threat in and of itself. There was some reprieve when her hair was yanked back, but she forgot to breathe through the pain, and it meant nothing in the end. When her hair was released, she was back in Pierre’s hold in seconds, coughing and spluttering through her tears.
He… he was giving himself up for her. Tears fell heavily down her cheeks, probably wetting Pierre’s hand in the process, though it didn’t do anything to loosen his grip. She didn’t want Mal to get hurt because of her, but she believed in him; she knew he’d come out on top. He had to… especially ‘cause things didn’t feel over between them anymore. Not after all of this.
River tried convincing them, too, and she was so proud of him for stickin’ up for her. She just didn’t know if anything would convince these two, because━despite what River said━they were evil.
She couldn’t understand French, nor was she going to risk moving to try to see them, so Krista didn’t really know what was goin’ on ‘til she felt the rope drop from her wrists. Before she could sigh in relief, though, she collided with the ground, falling on her hands and knees on the dusty floor. Krista cried out and shoved herself to her feet, stumbling as she ran, not thinking much about her internal debate of who she should go to first.
She tossed her arms around Mal, not just ‘cause he was closer, but because she was leaving here with River. She’d have all the time in the world to hug and thank her big brother, but Mal? Krista had always felt like she was never sure when was going to be the last time with a lot of things (food, shelter, all the stuff she didn’t have before), and that included Mal, especially after their breakup. Krista buried her face in his neck for just a moment, savouring his smell, his touch, and how solid he was against her. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him as hard as she could (it was totally a romance-movie-worthy kiss goodbye), not caring if River gave her a lecture about it later. She still loved Mal, and she wanted him to know it. And that, y’know, when he was ready and made it out of here and stuff, she’d definitely be open to his apology. But maybe proving it this way would be enough. She’d see how she felt later.
Krista moved to River quickly, just in time for Pierre’s warning, beginning to tremble at the sound of his voice again. She hugged her brother, and looked over to see her captors getting ready to attack Mal. Pierre went first, and Krista screamed, trying to fight the urge to go save Mal. She wasn’t sure what she’d do, but she wanted to help him, and the only things stopping her were the belief that he could get through this himself and wanting to get River out of there.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jun 17, 2023 21:59:38 GMT
River was the least of his problems, but Krista would kill him – well, she’d threaten it, cause he hadn’t been stupid enough to tell her how she could actually take him out – if he went and got her big brother killed. The kid had yapped about not leaving him behind as they’d walked in, and the feeling was mutual enough that he sighed as Pierre started dragging him into it. Oh, he got the frog’s strategy – turn both Krista and River against him and he’d have no backup here – but it didn’t mean it had a chance of working. ”Nothin’ you’ve gotta worry your pretty head about, son. Just stick your fingers in your ears and stop listenin’.” River didn’t listen, of course, and he wasn’t compelling him here to shut him up. He’d done that to Krista once upon a time, cutting off her fear with a few crooned words. Look where that’d got him. Mal squeezed his mouth shut, his lips curling at the corners in a ‘good boy’ smile.
Up at the altar, Krista was listening to his voice at least. Mustering up some sort of smile like a promise to him that she’d hold on like he’d told her to. His gaze cut away from her to River as he started whispering to him again. If he was gonna have to stop to tell him to shut up about every single thing they’d still be here in the morning, trying to negotiate a way out of their little multicultural-standoff here. ”What does don’t listen mean?” he drawled back, his eyes narrowing. ”They’re gonna say anythin’ they think’ll have you lookin’ at me in a bad light. No, I didn’t hurt their son.” Lies, but nowhere near the first he’d ever told. He’d hurt them first, dragging them into experiments they had no business being a part of, leaving them behind – albeit alive – when that business had brought attention of the awkward sort their way.
”Oi!” Mal grumbled, shooting Lena a feigned hurt look as she started in on his cowardice. That was self-preservation – a wise move. ”Last time I saw the two of you, you were both alive thanks to me turnin’ to give you a little help.” His smile melted back into place, his hand finding his chest as he locked eyes with Krista. ”You know I’d never do that to you, love. I came here for ya, didn’t I? They’re not gonna hurt you anymore. They’re gonna let you walk right out of here.” While he choked himself on the sodding white flag he’d never been planning to wave – that was Pierre’s job weren’t it, the French had always been cheese eating surrender monkeys.
The heat started washing up into Mal’s expression again, tightening his jaw beneath the scruff of his beard, narrowing his eyes as though he could make Pierre keep his hands to himself out of sheer will. ”You shouldn’t and you know it, son,” he warned. Back when they’d been too foolish to really see through his bolshy front the two of them had been too good to torture anyone. Foolish, naïve, idealistic. All the things that got burned out of you when you died. Each bite of a finger in Krista’s neck left prickles on his own that he couldn’t swallow away.
The way to making his plan work probably wasn’t through pissing the Baudelaires off even more, but it was impossible biting down on that need to take a swing back for all of this. He watched Lena force herself not to react and felt a little bolt of satisfaction roll through the pit of his stomach. That self-control would only screw her over when his other little experiments arrived. Mal snorted through his nose at her. ”That’s where you’re wrong, Lena. I’m the reason that husband of yours is still here. I coulda walked out all together and then where would you have been, eh? For me? Eh? Like stayin’ put there was doin’ anythin’ but paintin’ a bigger target on my back to protect yours.” His chin was ticking back and forth like he could deny his part in this, but she was right. The only reason they had Krista in the first place was because of him, and, miraculously, he could feel the hot lead of guilt in the pit of his stomach cause of it. He bit back a groan as Pierre threw Krista’s head around, as though she was nothing but a doll. Each spike of pain, each desperate wheeze of air rolled through him, all threatening to drop him to his knees.
What his friend was trying to say … you what? Mal looked at River with his brows hitched high. He was doing plenty of falling on his sword on his own thank you very much. The apologies were spilling out on his behalf, leaving him rolling his eyes skyward. Was that what it took to have them tossing the idea of vengeance right outta one of them shattered windows? It took teeth biting into the tip of his tongue to avoid correcting River. ”What do you think I was doin’?” Mal hissed at River as he let go of the refusal to accept the kid’s sentiments. ”Me for Krista, that’s mutual enough. We both get what we want then. Don’t we?” He’d be buggered if he was going to have to throw out a mea culpa to get it. Accepting blame wasn’t in his nature.
Looking back at Pierre, he bared his teeth and sighed through them. ”You ain’t wrong, that can’t happen, but we can’t cry over spilled milk, can we now?” You could just smack someone for being clumsy enough to spill it in the first place – like one of the madams had done him when he was nothing more than a toddler, cracking a hand across his cheek for accidentally tipping over a ewer in one of the ladies’ rooms.
Mal’s voice croaked out again as the breeze that’d picked up during his speech began to die down. Krista’s emotions were still running through him and he didn’t know if the tremors and that urge to cry was entirely hers or if this had shaken something loose in him. Had River’s bloody diatribe swung it all in the other direction? Pierre was looking at his wife – he didn’t like that, not at sodding all. His eyes went wide, a finger jabbed out. ”Oi! Not nous!” He held it there in warning of Lena. He wasn’t deaf, and she bloody knew it. He could hear a pin drop in here, could hear her if she took a deep breath to let rip out on a wave of power. On stiff legs he was taking a step forward, his hand still held out in a warning that … wasn’t needed.
Confusion furrowed Mal’s brows as Krista was let out of the chair. He puffed out a breath, looking from where Krista was dragging herself up and over to them. His offer had worked? Krista ran straight at him, throwing her arms around his neck. Mal caught her at the waist, lowered his mouth to her ear as he hugged her back just as hard. ”You’re safe now, love. You go with River, aight? He’s gonna get you out of here and I’ll be right behind ya. Don’t look back now.” She caught him at the back of his neck, kissing him hard enough he was sure he could feel it stamped on his teeth, and maybe he gave back as good as he got – since it might be the last time. He patted her behind, nudging her towards River.
They didn’t wait after Pierre threw out that warning to get Krista out of there. Mal rushed into the move, letting Pierre think he had the upper hand by barrelling him into one of the pews. He sprawled back against it, laughing against the bite of Pierre’s hand. ”So you think, eh?” he croaked. A boot came up, kicking the pew in front of him forward enough for him to drive up into the space between them and bowl Pierre over. He landed on top on hands and knees, burying his own fingers in the soft flesh under Pierre’s jaw as he whistled, signalling his little army into play. Where was Lena? Where had the bitch gone? Glass shattered, figures blurring into sight on the floor, just inside what had been stained glass moments ago, one flew at him and Pierre and Mal immediately threw himself back, trying to get out of Pierre’s grip and out of the fight.
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LENA BAUDELAIRE
Kitsune
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Age:
277
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Business Owner
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Pierre Baudelaire
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She wanted a storm to match her rage
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Post by LENA BAUDELAIRE on Jul 5, 2023 15:49:38 GMT
The girl was still trying to defend Mal, refusing to believe what monster lay beneath the surface. She’d known him for all of five seconds. Lena and Pierre had known him for centuries, being shafted by him first hand. Despite whispering, Lena could hear Mal perfectly, denying hurting their son. Both humans were buying into lies, of course they were though. Lena and Pierre had done exactly the same thing when they met Mal. He certainly had a talent when it came to bullshitting his way through life. They weren’t there to paint him in a bad light to these pathetic humans though, they were there to kill Mal, maybe Krista too if Mal wasn’t prepared to play ball. Truthfully, Lena didn’t want to kill Krista, given she was just an innocent bystander in everything, but if needs must the human would die too. Maybe even that curly one that stood behind Mal too. They had eternity together, yes, but it wasn’t what they wanted. Lena dreamt of growing old with Pierre, both sitting on those old fashioned rocking chairs whilst watching their grandchildren play on the lawn. She was prepared to give up her immortality so they could have a normal life together. Baxter wasn’t going to the last child either, they would have gone on to have one more, maybe even two. It was snatched away from them by Mal. All three of them were stuck in time, none of them growing a second older. “Pierre would have lived if you didn’t leave.” The truth was her husband died that day because of Mal’s selfish actions. They didn’t ask for Mal to save Pierre, they asked for him to stay and fight the hunters. An apology hadn’t even slipped from his lips since then either. Mal was so certain Krista was going to walk out of that church alive and unharmed, which was somewhat true. She’d escape the place without a scratch, but the moment she stepped out of that church all memories of Mal would be gone. Forever. It was their wildcard, stored up their sleeve and they were now ready to use it. She released Krista from her grip, indicating to Pierre it was time to move onto the next part of their plan. It was stomach churning to watch her rush over toward Mal who then proceeded to kiss her. Within seconds Pierre’s hand was gripped around Mal’s throat and other creatures came bowling through the windows. So, he was able to muster up an army for Krista but not for Lena and Pierre. Lena remained still as one of the men drew closer to her, “You one of them?” One of Mal’s little creations sent to act as his puppet. She took the chair Krista had been sitting on and slammed it into the floor. Without breaking eye contact with the man she slowly picked up a piece of wood. In a flash it was embedded in the man’s chest before he dropped to the floor. A woman tried to come at her from the left, but Lena rapidly threw her to the floor. With another piece of wood in her hand she jammed it through the woman’s throat. Frantically she looked up, searching for Pierre. It was that evening in the warehouse all over again. 1968 repeating itself, except they were fighting Mal this time. “Pierre.” She called out to her husband as another figure closed in on her. PIERRE BAUDELAIRE  |
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
Vampire
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Jul 25, 2023 15:42:43 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━
He darted forward at the tail end of their “goodbye,” hoping Mal was distracted enough from it to allow Pierre to get him down. He wouldn’t forget that Mal was older, and therefore stronger, but he was no match for Pierre and Lena together. Even if he no longer had psychic abilities, they could surely still win against him.
Not against all of Mal’s experiments, though.
Within moments, Mal had Pierre on the ground, but he could hear Lena’s voice in the background somewhere, not lost amongst the crunch of glass and several feet bounding forward. He would find her voice anywhere, through anything. Pierre kicked and punched at Mal, trying to find a soft spot to gain the upper hand, and, for a moment, he thought he’d achieved it.
But Mal was backing away willingly. Pierre moved to stand, but one of the things was on him instead, though it wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to take him. Once he gained his bearings, he plunged his hand into the man’s chest. It emerged again, bloody and holding a heart that ceased to pump. The thing flopped on top of him, and Pierre cursed and grumbled as he threw it off.
Once he was finally on his feet, Pierre’s eyes flicked around, finding Mal nowhere. “Je m’en fous!” He cursed, throwing his hands in the air. “Enculé de ta mere!” Pierre pelted the heart at one of the approaching chimeras with enough force to knock him to the ground, his nose bent in an awkward shape. “E’s gone!” Pierre growled, stomping over to the chimera and finishing the job. After so many years of searching for him, of coming up with the perfect plan, capturing the girl he’d managed to tie himself to, they had lost him. Again! That slippery bastard would die next time; Pierre would not hesitate.
He heard Lena calling his name, and his head snapped in her direction. He couldn’t see her, as another one of those things was closing in on her. “Lena! Mon coeur!” He called back, darting toward her. Before the chimera could touch his wife, he grabbed it, one hand in its hair, the other on its shoulder, and separated them with ease. “Do not touch my wife.” He snapped at the corpse, and turned to use the chimera’s head as a weapon, just as he had with the heart.
In the end, all of those creatures met their deaths, but Mal was still gone, still on the loose, and they had only made a small dent in their planned revenge for Baxter. Pierre supposed neither they, nor Mal, had won this round, but it would be the last time they were disappointed. He vowed as much to Lena in the car on the way home, his bloody fingertips shaking on the wheel from the adrenaline and fury coursing through him. And, he reminded her with a smirk, Mal would have an awful surprise when he realized what Pierre had done to the girl’s memories.
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