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angst meme

ANGST MEME


Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!

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Lindsey was scheduled to meet with Loki today, but after last night's events, his heart wasn't in the job. Darla left, taking his heart with her even as his body was crushed by Angel in return.

Lindsey sported ugly bruises under his jacket, but the only visible hurt as a scratched cheek. It was almost enticing how the dried blood of his scratches was worn as a light patch on his face as he knocked on the vampire's apartment door.

Carrying a briefcase, Lindsey was aware he looked like hell warmed over and frankly, he couldn't find it in his heart to care.

There was no answer from the only resident of the apartment, not at first. It had been a long day, unsuccessful in terms of finding any sustaining nourishment, dodging the same damned hunter to remain a minimum of two steps ahead of him. He had been without for a while now, and it was getting to the point where his eyes would no longer see form, but burning bright red veins in motion.

Not a good mix when expecting company, but it was merely bad timing.

Loki wasn't able to bring himself to answer the door. He had little strength left as it was, and it was all he could do to lift his head from the tinted windowsil of his bay window. There was silence, for a long minute, before finally there was the sound of metal sliding across the floor, and the small silver key to his apartment front door eventually slid under that very door to bump into the lawyer's shoes.

Lindsey waited, wondering if the vampire could be away and forgot about their meeting. He was about to knock again when he felt something bump against the leather of his shoe. Bending over, the lawyer was surprised to find a key, the key to the apartment, more correctly. With only a slight sense of curiosity, he fitted the key into the lock and turned.

"I'm coming in, sir."

He didn't know what to expect, but a half sprawled vampire by the tinted window wasn't it. Closing and locking the door behind him first, Lindsey slowly approached his client. He stopped two steps away, still a respectable distance but close enough to indicate he held a friendly relationship.

"Are you alright, Mister Loki?"

Ah, his lawyer. Loki supposed he should be angry with the man, for not reminding his coworkers of this particular client's signed contract and therefore lead to his suffering for the day, but that amount of effort would've been more than what it took to barely lift his head or wiggle his toes. A scolding could come later, right now he had other, more pressing matters.

"Good evening to you as well, mister McDonald," he eventually answered, his voice quiet and almost with a hint of a slur, as if he was a normal human drained after a few glasses of fine wine. But his posture was rude, slumped against the window in such a way, so Loki forced himself to sit up, his head lolling to the side.

"I've merely had a troublesome day. And I expect it to only get worse."

"Yes, the hunter," Lindsey replied smoothly, recalling accounts of the man's sightings and smartly deducing that may be the source of moroseness in his client.

Yet, at further inspection he started to wonder differently. Loki didn't simply look bothered, he looked physically ill. In fact, he had seen that look several times before on another vampire, a beautiful one, one that used to live in his home until last night.

He took a deep breath to steady himself.

It took a second longer to make himself care about his client. "If you will but wait a moment, I will order a meal for you."

So he'd known. Whether that meant the lawyer had seen said hunter in pursuit of his client or not was irrelevant. Loki didn't have the strength to put up any measurable argument. But he was going to reconsider their contract if nothing was going to be done about the ones responsible for his current predicament.

For now, he could only sigh, and try to turn his head enough to glance out the window. Another beautiful night, but one he was unable to enjoy, having to remain cooped up inside. What a shame.

"I can do nothing else but wait," he responded with a droll, brow arching just slightly. "Though I hope you are not thinking pizza delivery."

"Pizza delivery boys need a specific address," Lindsey said dismissively, already pulling out his cell phone to make a call to Wolfram and Hart. "It is better to reroute someone to avoid leaving a trail."

Putting up a hand, he walked off several steps in order to put an order for a meal to be delivered to their current location. He returned five minutes later, phone placed away and looking blandly at his client.

"It will take a few hours for them to find a suitable person unless you don't mind bottled blood. If you don't, that will take half an hour." Lindsey's voice, sounding somewhat dead as well, suggested he didn't care which one Loki chose.

"I was really hoping you would not take that so literally."

Annoyance and irritation filled his tone, the weaker his body became. It was even beginning to be a struggle just to keep his eyes open, and his head felt heavy, pillowed against his arms as it was. He knew he certainly wouldn't make it the few hours it would take for a fresh victim, but Loki was even doubting the shorter delivery of plastic-tasting bottles. Half an hour ... and at the rate his vision was blurring?

"There is nothing faster?" Loki asked, with growing weariness, his voice drawling out as if he'd been awake for days.

"As I would not recommend your neighbors either," Lindsey glanced towards the doorway at the brief mention, "I am sorry. I'm afraid there isn't."

Noticing the state his client was in, Lindsey took another step forward, within reaching distance now, and he just... stared down at him. Of course Lindsey knew the fastest way to help him, but even with Darla, he never offered his neck to her.

Which might be why she was gone now, or why she was toying with him to begin with, or why he couldn't even find it in himself to care about anything anymore. He felt dead.

He took one last step forward so he stood right next to Loki. With a fatalistic attitude and unable to make himself care, he shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, take a bite."

Resigning himself to the inevitable cold fade of death, Loki sighed, distressed but too weak to put up any struggle about it. He knew he was a coward, that he feared death like any other, but he never thought it would be like this. At the other end of a wooden stake, or pushed into an open window during the day, but not to hunger and weakness.

Drained as he was, the last few words from the lawyer did not escape him. He could not lift his head, but he managed to turn slightly, his half opened eyes gazing up at the other in confusion.

"... you offer yourself freely?"

Lindsey fixed the vampire with the same unimpressed look he usually reserved for uncooperative witnesses. "I'm not going to hold you accountable or sue you," he answered, not quite a confirmation but close enough.

He pulled off his tie and tilted his head, surprised that the feeling of doing so didn't do anything to him. His heart rate didn't even increase at the thought of baring himself to a starving vampire. He just couldn't find the fear in himself.

"I can't find faster service than this. So take it or leave it."

Interesting. Loki had read the contract over very carefully, and he could not recall this being included anywhere in it. He would smile, had he the energy. But the man was baring his throat, exposing his glowing red veins in the vampire's eyes, and Loki at least had the strength to lick the tips of his fangs.

"... you will have to come closer," he replied quietly, making a weak gesture with his hand. Sprawled out atop the cushioned bench as he was, standing would've taken more effort than he could conjure up. "I'm afraid I cannot reach from down here."

Of course there were no clause that said the lawyer had to feed his clients. This was voluntary, an exception, rather frowned upon in the grand scheme of things in fear that it would encourage clients badly.

Yet it all boiled down to that Lindsey couldn't make himself care. He had blood, Loki was hungry, it was a simple equation.

"Do I need to put myself between your fangs as well?" Yet despite the words, Lindsey leaned down, neck still bared, and braced himself against the window sill. "Is this close enough?"

No clause just made it easier. Now, the lawyer was nothing more than a mere man, a victim. What he was offering was a lifeline, saving the vampire from a sad fate, but Loki didn't have much faith in his ability to stop before it was too late. But, ah. Mister McDonald was offering himself, with no conditions. Should this be the end of him instead, surely Loki would not be blamed. If the firm believed his word.

"... no," he whispered, before he suddenly surged up, grasping the lawyer by his tie and forcing him down against the window seat. The last of his strength was used just to grab him and hold him there, but the promise of blood had him willing to spend what he had.

"Now you are," he whispered, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold. He bared his fangs, a very inhuman noise escaping his parted lips not unlike a growl. There was barely a moment's hesitation, before he leaned in and sank his sharp fangs into the other man's neck.

Lindsey stared up into those gold inhuman eyes for just a second before his neck exploded with pain. Some said that it hurt, some said that it was pleasure. To Lindsey, there was just a numbing cold that followed as he felt his blood rush backwards against the tide of its natural flow.

Perhaps his blood may be the slowest flow Loki would ever experience, for there was no torrent of fear, no rapid pounding heart, to rush it along its path. It just flowed, like a steady running stream, that went from the heart to the body. Now, into Loki's mouth as well.

Yet as Loki began to suck, Lindsey started feeling another sensation. It wasn't pleasure exactly, but it was as if the blood that got drawn against its flow were caressing the insides of his veins. It was strange, different. Lindsey groaned and sagged against the window.

Idly, he wondered if he was going to die today. Like once before, he found he didn't mind either, yet unlike last time, it was simply because he couldn't care.

The bite had been his last surge of strength, but thankfully it was all that was required. He only needed that moment to sink his teeth in, and then there was a rush of hot crimson liquid pouring past his lips. Already he felt his strength and vigor returning.

Loki bit down harder, renewed energy fueling his desperation and hunger. The more he drank, the less control he had over himself, and the less likely he would be able to stop himself before his generous food source ran dry.

The next sound that left him was definitely a growl, and his eyes glowed as red as the blood he so hungrily drank from the lawyer's throat. It was only when the quieter conscious part of his mind reminded him that this was his lawyer that he finally pulled away, though not without a loud inhuman howl as he sat back.

Lindsey wouldn't have stopped him even if Loki wanted to suck him dry. It simply couldn't find the will to. So, what if he died? He will just be taken back into Wolfram and Hart's employment, body working with bite holes in his neck, dead, and probably with his soul tethered to some fire and brimstone desk.

The pain returned when Loki's bite went deeper, and without conscious thought Lindsey whimpered. It was his body, recognizing the danger, sped up his beating heart to make up for the lack of blood.

Sometime after he felt the strange sucking stop and he moaned again, but this time from desolation and loss. He felt cold, blissfully numb, temporarily blanketed from the world around him, and recognized that by stopping, all the world would return again. Slumped against the glass, Lindsey closed his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

It was enough, thankfully. Loki felt his energy surging back in his veins and muscles, and he pulled away completely to let his body adjust to such a quick change. He turned, flopping backwards against the window behind him, body trembling and breathing heavily with blood trickling down his chin from the corner of his lip.

He smiled, and even found himself laughing, if a bit breathless. He moved his leg to give a light kick to the other man in the shin. Just a test, to see if he'd gone too far.

"You are no fun at all, my good man," Loki said softly, with a chuckle. "No struggle, no resistance, nothing. I nearly had to fetch a straw."

Lindsey felt the kick enough that he groaned and shifted. He was alive, weak, but little more than that. His mouth was also very dry and he felt a rush of oncoming thirst.

Loss of blood, a disconnected corner of his mind supplied, surprising him by even still running.

He tried to sit up, but the world tilted teeter totter like on an unbalanced seesaw and he sagged quickly back against the glass, groaning again. "Is that your way of saying thanks?" He tried to fix the vampire a look, but he didn't feel particularly challenging or glaring, so he simply stared. "I see you're well."

The lawyer's voice was evidence enough that he hadn't gone too far. Loki was a little relieved to see that, more for not wanting to have to deal with the rest of the firm than for actual concern. But he spoke, he was still alive, that was what mattered.

"In a way, yes," Loki answered, bringing his hand up to wipe the last few traces of blood from his chin, then proceeding to lick it clean. "I am forever grateful for your generosity, my friend. I fear I would have disappeared into dust if not for your kind offer."

"I highly doubt that," Lindsey answered with a weak half laugh that carried no mirth on its notes. "Vampires don't just fade to dust. But thanks for not snacking on the neighbors."

It has been five minutes and he remained where he was, just sprawled out against the window on his back rather than his front like Loki before. He also made no attempts to get up, recognizing they would be futile efforts at best.

Instead, he just looked up with bleary uncaring eyes while his lips smiled. "I'm going to have to stay here for a while. Hope you don't mind having a house guests."

"Dust, ash, a pile of bones. Whatever you wish to call it."

It was understandable, any man would need a rest after that much blood loss. The lawyer was very likely just shy of requiring a transfusion, but Loki was satisfied that as long as he was talking, he was not too far gone. His body should be able to reproduce what had been lost all on it's own. Though, perhaps, he should at least be grateful for such a gift.

Recovered now, Loki stood from the window seat and left, only to return a minute later with a large, dark blue blanket. The material was thick, and soft, and he draped it over the slumping lawyer.

"Make yourself comfortable," he added softly, brushing a few stray bangs out of the other man's eyes.

A bed would be nice, and, morbidly thinking, Lindsey thought a coffin would be just as comfortable too. Better than a window sill, but then the blue blanket draped over him and he could only blink in surprise. That was not expected.

So was the hand reaching out to brush the hair out of his eyes, which had the lawyer blink like a lost owl up at his host.

"Water?" he finally recovered enough wits to ask before the other man went away... to do whatever vampires did that likely required them to need his services to begin with. Except this one already cut right through the roundabout method and just took what he needed from him. He suppose it cut down the work he needed to do.

Work, oh yeah, he came to work. His next blink was slower, drowsier. Maybe when he woke up.

There were, indeed, several things Loki had to tend to during the night. It would take most of the night's time, but he supposed that while he was gone, the lawyer could rest in his apartment. It was still safe here, from any potential intruding hunters, and as long as the man had no other duties to attend to for a while, he could let him recover here.

"I suppose it is only fair to offer a drink in return," Loki muttered as he stood back up, and turned towards his kitchen. He returned shortly, bringing a cool glass of water with him and having a seat beside the weary lawyer.

"Though I feel you are incapable of not spilling it, are you?" he added, as be lifted the glass to the other's lips.

It was naturally safe, the place belonging to Wolfram and Hart and the firm having taken full precautions to ensure their clients' safety while they lived on their property. Lindsey wasn't even concerned about anything happening, though he should be, if he cared.

Loki's words were proven to be true and Lindsey didn't bother affirming them as he simply drank slowly but steadily. He finished about half the glass in one go before he signaled for the vampire to stop by weakling reaching for his wrist.

"Thanks... I'll drink the rest later," he murmured, already sinking back down now that he no longer had to stay upright to drink. "I'm tired now," he murmured, eyes already drooping again and looking as if he was struggling to keep them awake for as long as Loki was still here. "I need to rest."

angst meme

17... huh. Guess I know when this takes place.

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So, does the vampire want to bite his lawyer?

nom nom nom

Does he need to be invited to dinner?

who needs invites, it's a buffet

Then he better grab some before it's all gone

nummy nums

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