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 Nov 29, 2023 20:03:20 GMT
’Your appointment has been booked for 8.30PM tomorrow. Please arrive at the Phlebotomy lab on the fourth floor of the hospital punctually.’ Mal had no intentions of playing silly buggers and sitting waiting half the night for Pierre to show up. He’d made the ransom and had gotten Krista and all her memories back (maybe Pierre could’ve done the decent thing and left the memories of the video wiped). That put the ball back on Pierre’s side of the net. If he wanted his little experiments to live then he needed to keep his mouth shut and his ears open. This wasn’t gonna be an excuse to build a fresh partnership. If the boss caught him whispering their secrets to some old pal there wouldn’t be enough left of him to pass on anything more.
That thought had him half smiling all afternoon, as he’d shuffled patients in and out of his lab. If Pierre ended up the reason he got killed, Krista would claw his eyes out. Somehow he doubted the frog had much practice when it came to feral women – especially ones that came with a werewolf as back up. One bite from Kitty and Pierre wouldn’t be a problem for anyone anymore. It’d be just desserts, wouldn’t it?
Each draw came with an extra vial, knocked back one at a time like shots. The last time the door was still swinging shut as he’d done it. Krista would’ve screeched over him drinking from anybody else, but it wasn’t like he was gonna invite her over here for dinner before Pierre came scuttling in. The further those two stayed apart, the better.
His hand snuck to his chest, digging through the fabric of his shirt to trace a finger around the pendant hanging beneath – tucked well out of sight while he was at work. Maybe he was trying a little harder to avoid drinking on the job these days, waiting ‘til he got back to the motel room, thirsty for Krista as much as the blood bags that sat in the fridge. The ache started in his throat as he slipped a finger between the buttons of his shirt, letting the cool metal kiss his skin. He needed to pull himself the fuck together before Pierre got here. Pierre had already seen too much of the effect Krista had on him at the church, figuring out the nature of the bond between the two of them before he even had. It was a weak spot he couldn’t let be seen, especially by the son of a bitch who probably wouldn’t hesitate to use it on him – or her – again.
By the time the clock had ticked around to 8, the minute hand swooping down towards the bottom of it, his apprehension about the whole thing had started to really sink its teeth in. This little friendship hadn’t worked the first time, there was no way it was going to again now, not with so much bad blood under the bridge. Mal rocked back in his seat, his boot heels going up on the edge of the desk as he heard footsteps approaching – security’s cheap boots always squeaked loud enough on the lino to raise the dead, which meant that the scurrying rat had to be the frog.
An injection of smug into his grin had him looking entirely unbothered by the situation as the doors swung open. Mal looked down at his wrist, twisting his watch around until he could see the face. ”Look at you, all punctual. Take a seat and roll up your sleeve, let Dr. Blackthorne take a look, eh?” The snicker was already rolling out as he gestured to the seat opposite him. He wouldn’t get any closer to Pierre with a needle than he would his fangs. Mistrust would destroy his lab, and he had no intention of that when the hospital had proven a decent buffet = and cover – so far.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Jan 7, 2024 23:56:29 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━ PIERRE COULDN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS WHERE he’d ended up. Again. Going to Mal’s office, setting up some sort of partnership, hoping it would work out. Usually there was someone else, he thought… there was last time, wasn’t there? Someone other than their fourth man. A third person. Someone who might be disappointed in him for going back to Mal.
Ah, well, whoever it was didn’t matter, then, especially if he couldn’t remember who they were.
He was itching to get there, antsy as he walked across town to the hospital. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be an office, but it was certainly fancier than the place they’d met before. This was all in exchange for letting Mal’s girl go free, but Pierre would snatch her back if necessary, and now he knew where Mal worked. Mal might’ve been older and stronger, but Pierre was holding onto the strings of the little life he'd built here in Mystic Falls, ready to pull at any moment.
Pierre strode through the hospital and down the hallway, checking the time on a clock he passed before pushing the doors open. Right on time━slightly earlier than their experiment was due to arrive, or so he hoped.
Mal had some sort of comment to greet him, of course, and Pierre’s mouth twisted into an irritated line. He hadn’t changed in all these years, which Pierre loathed. Though, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. But Mal was more than that━he was a slimy, sly bastard, and Pierre knew that, even with what he had over Mal, he couldn’t trust the older vampire.
“When is zee experiment arriving?” Pierre ignored him, shifting to settle into an open seat far enough away from Mal. “Do you decide what to turn dzem into, or does it ‘appen at random?”
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Feb 2, 2024 20:24:37 GMT
You’d have thought that hurt feelings would’ve vanished after a century, but the Frog and his angry little Vixen had clutched onto them, holding onto a grudge like it was keeping the pair of them alive. Alright, maybe he’d fuelled it a little by picking out their boy for a little tinkering, he hadn’t actually done that bit though. At some point the two of ‘em were gonna have to accept that he hadn’t been the only one involved. It’d been a team effort, all the sciency-woo-woo-shit the Doc’s domain. Now, if the kid had ended up damaged, that might’ve been him, but he hadn’t, Baxter (what sort of a toffee-nosed white boy name was that?), had been in perfect health when he’d walked out – just a little changed.
Just like Krista had been before he’d demanded a do-over.
Mal’s smile grew as Pierre shot straight past his bullshit to business, like a shark baring its teeth before it tore your leg off. He clucked his tongue, waggling a finger in the air. ”Eeeevenin’,” he crooned, drawing the word out. As though he didn’t wanna get close enough for the slime to brush off on him, or for him to handsy, Pierre made sure he sat well away from him. Chicken. He would’ve started bok-boking at him, but that’d just be fuel for Pierre’s little fire, when what he should’ve been doing was sending him and Lena off into the woods with the torch he’d handed them. Let them be a beacon for all the sons of bitches hunting him in this town to follow.
”You ain’t got a clue, have ya?” Mal puffed as stared at the little Frenchman. ”Did you even bother reading what was on that USB? No, wait, lemme guess, it was all gibberish, your little mind couldn’t make sense of all the science talk. This is fuckin’ promisin’.” What it was was a royal pain in his arse, but he couldn’t afford to excise it yet. Things were still balancing on a knife edge with Krista perched up there. One wrong move and it’d slice her in two – and him. Worst bit was Pierre knew it too, he had him over a barrel.
Squinting up at the clock like he was counting off the minutes in his head, Mal mumbled under his breath. Did Pierre think he hadn’t done what he was meant to? Probably, pessimistic little shit. ”Five minutes,” he said finally. ”Thought me and you better have a little natter first, make sure everythin’s set up. This isn’t a two minute job, you’re gonna have to keep ‘em shut up somewhere for a bit – and yeah, that’s on you, this is all ‘bout you gettin’ it right so I can step the fuck back.”
Slowly, Mal leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. He could’ve drawn it out more, berating Pierre for his lack of understanding – which was probably what had led to their continual failures in the first place. ”You ever seen one plant spliced onto another? Like two fruit trees stuck together?” The answer was probably the fuck not, but the analogy had to be close enough for it to get through Pierre’s thick skull. ”You pick the genes you want to tag on. Some of ‘em are harder to get to stick than others. Things like vampires are easier.” Probably because it was part of the whole natural hybrid thing the Mikaelsons had kicked off. He supposed the Doc had heard enough about the Original hybrid trying to free his werewolf side to realise it was doable. ”What do you wanna start out with? Psychic? Coyote? Werebee?” He spread his hands in the air, like offering up a veritable smorgasbord to Pierre.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on Mar 11, 2024 21:28:27 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━ MAL REALLY LIKED TO PUSH HIS FUCKING LUCK for someone who was on the raw end of this fucking deal. All this for one warm, little blood bag on legs, when there were a million others out there. Pierre never thought he’d see the day when Mal Blackthorne went soft.
“You will step zee fuck back when I tell you to.” Pierre hissed, “Don’t forget what you ‘ave on zee line.” He smiled darkly, more than willing to carry through with the threat he’d uttered when they’d met to make this deal.
Pierre sat up straighter as Mal leaned forward, his chest tight as he waited for something to happen━for Mal to launch himself over the desk. Instead, he started talking about plants. “No.” He narrowed his eyes, though he could imagine it. It was a vulgar way of putting it, especially when it seemed he was explaining what he’d done to Pierre’s own son.
“Ah, so you are like supernatural eugenicists.” Pierre scoffed, glancing over his shoulder like the experiment would appear just because he wanted them to. “Werebee?” He repeated, then sighed like he couldn’t be bothered to deal with Mal’s antics anymore. “What is zee dzing coming in? Is it a ‘uman?” Were they starting from scratch, or making half of something, as he’d done to Pierre’s son? “Can you change one dzing into anozer completely━as in, a werewolf becomes a shapeshifter? Or will dzey always need to be ‘alf?” He asked, thinking to himself, quickly before deciding, “We’ll make dzem into a psychic. A psychic and a werewolf.” He wasn’t afraid to dream big━it would also, perhaps, be therapeutic for him to make someone into a psychic and assess their abilities. How would it work if they were not born with them?
“Is zat dzem?” He whispered quickly, finally hearing footsteps coming to the office door.
MAL BLACKTHORNE | let's move this shit along
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on May 8, 2024 19:36:54 GMT
If anyone was forgetting what they had on the line it was Pierre. Maybe he thought he still had both hands wrapped around Krista’s throat so to speak. One wrong step and he’d tighten them, finally getting his revenge on a man he’d held a grudge against for too fucking long. Both him and Lena had squawked about what had already been done to their son, but what would they do if he got dumped on their doorstep, cold, mercury pouring out of him, like a gift from a particularly malicious cat? It’d be tit for tat and only one of them would win in the end.
The thought of it had Mal smiling sweetly at Pierre, dashing off the sort of sloppy salute that reeked of fuck you. Yes, sir,” he crooned. ”Bet it feels good, dunnit? Finally gettin’ to give the orders.” The Doc was the only one who’d ever gotten him close to actually doing that for more than two seconds at a time. The Royal Navy had tried to lash the smart arse out of him, hadn’t worked then, some jumped up little Frog wasn’t gonna manage it now. No matter how many times he tried to threaten Krista. There were still parts of the transformation process that he didn’t entirely understand himself, but even right back at the start, he’d had some idea of what the Doc was gabbing on again. It was like trying to stitch a limb back on when it got blown off – and just as successful at first. You stuck two things together and if you were lucky, the two parts would meld into one seamless super-supernatural whole. Like Pierre and Lena, their early attempts had failed miserably. When he’d found them in California and had tried to build an enterprise of his own, they’d still been a century off of success. Now, miles ahead in the game, it felt like he was looking back at who they’d been back then. Mal sighed and extended both index fingers, slowly, exaggeratedly, he moved the two towards one another. His eyes widened and he nodded slowly, making sure the soft headed idiot got it. ”How about cookin’ then? You’ve done some of that. When you first stick butter and flour in a bowl, they’re separate right? Don’t look like they’ll mix, but you put a bit of work into it and suddenly you’ve got dough.” Or batter, or whatever the fuck it became. ”You do the same with genes and if you get lucky, you get something somethin’ half decent.” Not some failure who got tossed out with the rubbish.
”Oui,” Mal said smugly as Pierre finally seemed to twig to what he was going on about. They weren’t the only ones who’d tried it over the years, in fact there’d been a big fuss about it when Europe had gone to Hell in a handbasket back in the 40s. He rolled his eyes as Pierre glanced away, puffing out a sigh when he looked back and questioned his suggestion. ”It’s a human. Thought I’d better start you off easy.” His eyes narrowed as Pierre nosed around turning one supernatural thing entirely into another. Did he think he had a chance at turning it all around on him?
As footsteps sounded in the hall, Mal shrugged and got to his feet. If they tried it, they’d realise they had it far fucking harder than they thought they would. He strolled over to the door, pausing to shake his head at Pierre. ”They don’t have to be stuck half and half. You can turn ‘em into whatever you want. Easy peasy.” Psychics and werewolves weren’t exactly flashy, but it’d do for a first demonstration.
The shadow that shifted behind the milky glass of the door had Mal throwing it open. A beaming smile crossed his face as he gestured the skinny young man into the room. ”Mr Mills, come on in. This is my colleague, Dr Baudelaire, he’s gonna be givin’ me a hand with your procedure. Take a seat there, son.” Mal tipped his head back towards the cupboard beyond the man, encouraging Pierre to wheel the prepared IV stand over. Instead of a blood bag hanging on it, there was a solid bottle, the outside black as bitch to hide the contents. Nerves had the kid squirming, but Mal was already leaning in, his eyes going dark as he compelled him. ”You’ll sit here and be quiet while we do this. You’re gettin’ your blood drawn for tests, in a while you’ll go home with a band aid on, thinkin’ that Doc Blackthorne’s a miracle worker for not even leaving a bruise. You know where the jugular is?” He looked over the kid’s shoulder at Pierre, figuring this was gonna be a case of holding his hand to walk him through it step by step.
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PIERRE BAUDELAIRE
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Post by PIERRE BAUDELAIRE on May 31, 2024 1:48:19 GMT
━ moral compromise has its privileges ━ PIERRE WOULD LIKE TO WRING MAL’S fucking neck for the way he patronized him, but he kept his mouth shut. For now, at least. “Yes, I’ve done some cookin’.” He grumbled, “I’ve baked, too━I’ll assume dzat’s what you mean. As dzat’s baking.” Idiot.
“Easy peasy.” Pierre echoed with a grumble as Mal walked to the door, irritated again at Mal being such a prick. Was it easy when Pierre became a vampire because of him and all of their failed experiments?
Pierre nodded curtly at the boy who walked in, trying not to see Baxter in him. No. They’d never had hearts about this before, and he wouldn’t grow one now. Pierre swallowed his irritation and stood, rolling the IV stand over to the boy’s other side. He gritted his teeth once Mal was done compelling him and turned his attention to Pierre.
“Do I know…” He repeated and shook his head, trailing off because it was too idiotic to comprehend. And downright insulting. Trailing off into muttered French expletives, Pierre took out the needle and stabbed it into the boy’s neck. It would be a long fucking night.
By the time the experiment was over and done with, Pierre stepped back, assessing all the work they’d put into it. His role before━when they’d actually been a team━was more about obtaining the experiments, but he’d helped with this part, too. And he could almost see himself falling back into the same routine, being a good second hand to Mal.
“Dzis method is tried and true, dzen?” He asked, glancing sideways at Mal. They used to wait to see if it’d take, and it never had. Pierre almost found himself asking how long until they’d know. “When will ‘e begin experiencin’ symptoms? When will ‘e change?”
MAL BLACKTHORNE | okay lets wrap soon
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jul 10, 2024 21:26:11 GMT
Baking, cooking, pulling a full sodding cordon bleeeuh. In the end it was all the same. It never really mattered how the final dish looked, it was the recipe that was the important bit. Pierre probably could’ve told him ad nauseum about what changing one tiny ingredient would do to the final dish. He wouldn’t have been able to tell him the perfect recipe to create a chimera a year ago, though. That had been the Doc’s life’s work (a long, ugly life’s work). Perfecting their recipe, putting together a procedure that’d finally started succeeding a few years back. Now, he wouldn’t have claimed it was a hundred percent every single time, it still needed tweaking, but Mal figured it was good enough for them.
Mal turned that shit eating grin on Pierre as Mr Mills, Ryan, slipped past him into the lab. It was gonna be easy peasy as long as his partners didn’t decide to stab him in the back with all of this, seeing it as their chance to get him back for what he’d done back in the stone age. He still wondered how hard the pair of them were holding onto that grudge, especially since he’d turned their dear, dear son into something just like the two of them.
Pierre had looked at him like he was something to scrape off his shoe, but Dr Baudelaire was polite enough to nod at their patient. His bedside manner wasn’t entirely shitty. Ryan took his perch on the stool, and miracle, Pierre did what he asked without argument. The IV stand was pulled up, the bottle hanging on it ready to drain into the boy’s veins. ”Had to ask,” Mal snickered as he unbuttoned the kid’s collar, giving Pierre the room to work. ”He’s in trainin’. Don’t you worry, though, son, he’s not a complete beginner. You won’t feel a thing, not ‘til later at least.” By the time he realised something was off and he was suddenly pulling off all sorts of weird, superhero shit it was gonna be too late. Ryan Mills’ eyes were gonna be peeled wide open, showing him a world he’d likely never have wanted any part of.
”Gentle,” Mal puffed. He shot a look at Pierre, shaking his head censoriously. It didn’t matter. If this took – and it was going to – the healing would start rapidly, erasing any bruising that was left. Mal flicked the valve on the IV line open, grinning to himself as the mercurial liquid started flowing down the line and into the boy’s neck. ”Pull up a pew,” he told Pierre, grabbing the chair from behind his desk for himself. Just to pass the time while he was stuck here with their experiment and misery guts, Mal grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer. He set it down on the nearest bench, waggling the bottle in Pierre’s direction in offer before he poured himself a glass.
The bottle was at half mast by the time the bottle had finished draining in. Mal squinted at it, flicking the line like he could coax one more drop out before he removed the needle. Dark brows rose at Pierre’s question, then he scoffed. He settled back, watching Ryan with narrowed eyes. ”You’ve seen our successes – those chimeras you slaughtered at the church were all tolerating this just fine.” Pierre and Lena’s boy had done too. ”We’ve had hundreds of successes now. Guessin’ you never got close?” If they had he’d probably have been the one fighting off a twisted little army when the shit had hit the fan.
Hazel eyes squinted up at the clock on the wall, then back down at Pierre. Mal drew in a deep breath through his nose, then puffed it out as he shrugged and settled back in his chair. ”Should start showin’ any minute.” He jerked his chin towards the boy, still sitting there quietly, even if he was frowning. ”Check his eyes. That’s usually where the first change shows. Shifters’ eyes always glow when they’re turnin’, ‘specially when they’d newborns.” They were twitchy then, the change coming and going like clouds over the sun. Easy to dismiss as a trick of the light if you didn’t know what was going on. It’d be the first full moon that’d really start shitting him up.
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