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[Fake-Winchester is blindingly sunny today, and Mel's eyes are strangely sensitive. She was sitting on the window seat trying to study the spell for going home, but she started to feel ill and dizzy, and it didn't stop until she pulled the curtains shut and moved well away from the window, to the bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thinks. She's been wondering that on and off for more than two weeks. She hasn't slept in so long that she's gone past tiredness into a kind of giddiness. She looks pale, and her skin's starting to feel chilled to the touch.

She doesn't even want to eat rare hamburger or beef jerky now, even though she's hungry.

She can't pretend any more that the futures room did it, and her symptoms started well before her disgreement with Mail, so it can't be that, though she still feels terrible about it... so terrible that chewing on her gloves isn't calming her anymore. She pulls them off and chews on a finger instead.

And that's when she realizes that her teeth have gotten sharper.

She stares at the blood trickling down her index finger, and unthinkingly licks it away. And that...
that helps. It helps a lot, and makes her feel a little warmer and less hungry, and this is fucked-up, but she sits there, sucking on the little wound.]

Date: 2008-10-21 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
[Mail has been increasingly worried over Mel. So much, that he’s spent a few hours pouring over books in the library in hopes of matching her symptoms, but to no avail. Nothing in the medical section was of any use.

One book did catch his eye, but the fact that it was on fictional viruses almost was enough cause for him to leave it, but after skimming he decided to keep it just in case.

He makes a quick stop to the kitchen to fix some lunch for them both before heading back to the room, book and food in hand. He knocks twice on the door to let her know that he’s here, and opens it after a moment, careful not to step on their recently acquired pet’s already-chewed leather shoe as he deposits both the book and the plate on the desk, and leans over to plant a kiss on Mel’s cheek.]


I see you’re biting again.

Date: 2008-10-21 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
*She reluctantly pulls her finger out of her mouth with a quiet "pop," and looks up at him. It's still hard for her to admit things like this, but they did just promise not to keep any secrets.*

Yeah. It's getting worse. *She bites her lower lip, and winces when she almost draws blood.* Mail... I'm really scared.

Date: 2008-10-21 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
[He takes her hand in his own, and brings it to his lips, kissing her finger softly.] I am too, Mel. You’ll be alright, though.

[Then he notices how much cooler she seems, and frowns, pressing a hand to her forehead and cheeks.] Are you hot, Mel?

Date: 2008-10-21 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
It must be some mansion dumbfuckery, but. I can't think how it got me.

*She frowns too, knowing she can't keep him from worrying.* Not anymore. It was way too hot in the window seat.

Date: 2008-10-21 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
I looked at all the medical texts I could find. Nothing matched your symptoms.

[He presses his lips to her forehead.] You're still cool. Name your symptoms for me again? I have another book, about fictional ailments, I haven't looked through yet.

Date: 2008-10-21 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
*She slips her arms around his waist and rests her head on his shoulder. She's not cold, but she needs to have him close.*

I can't sleep. I'm hungry, but I don't want anything. And there's the nail-biting. And my eyes have gotten really sensitive to light. And...

*Still hesitant to tell him about her teeth, and the blood.*

Date: 2008-10-21 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
[He has to pull away for a moment to reach for the book, opening it to the index and wincing as it cuts his ring finger in the process. Oh well, he just holds that finger out so no blood gets on the paper. He does sense the hesitation, though.] And?

Date: 2008-10-21 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
And- *She stops short when he cuts himself, a weird thrill of something like lust flickering in the back of her mind, making her dizzy and confused, and she reaches for his hand, hardly knowing she's doing it at first.*

You're hurt, let me see.

*She brings his finger to her mouth and sucks on it, and oh. That's even better than her own. Her eyes fall half-closed with pleasure.*

Date: 2008-10-21 11:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
It’s just a papercut- Mel-? [He gives her a look, confused when she takes his hand, and more so when she sticks his finger in her mouth. He gasps (his hands are sensitive), and mewls just slightly when she sucks, though quickly regaining control over himself.]

Mel? What’s wrong? Why are you-?

Date: 2008-10-21 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
*She makes a little needy noise at his reaction and sucks harder for a moment, lapping at the cut with her tongue. Then she shakes herself and blinks quickly, pulling his finger out of her mouth. She's even more scared and worried now.*

Oh, fuck, Mail, I didn't hurt you, did I?

...That. That's the other symptom.

Date: 2008-10-22 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
No, I was just startled.

That's... a hunger for blood? [He wraps his hand around hers and turns the index to the 'b' section.]

Date: 2008-10-22 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
Sorry, sorry... *She chews at her lower lip again.* Ow. *She bit it this time. She wipes at it, and her hand comes away with a smear of blood that she licks off.*

Yeah. Yours is better. *Oddly embarrassed by that, and frowning, she clings to his hand.*

Date: 2008-10-22 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
Don't hurt yourself over it- [He's again startled that she harmed herself, and flips through until he finds 'blood sucking'. After reading, he turns to Mel curiously.]

Are you still not feeling well? Not the blood-thing, the sickness-thing. [He thinks to clarify.]

Date: 2008-10-22 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
I didn't mean to- My teeth. They're sharper. What the fuck could make that happen?

Yeah, I still feel sick. Like I might throw up, even though I haven't eaten.

Date: 2008-10-22 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
I think I may have an idea. I need to test something, though.

I'm going to do something you may not like very much, but tell me if you feel any change. [He gives another kiss to her forehead, and reaches down, carefully holding her rosary. After glancing at her to gauge a reaction, he begins to lift it, pulling it over her head slowly, and holding it in the palm of his hand.] How do you feel?

Date: 2008-10-22 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
*Mel's eyes widen with instinctive panic when Mail starts to pull her rosary off, but once he removes it entirely, she feels steadier, less like she might be sick. She stares up at him.*

Be- better. That- Shit. Mail, what the hell's happening to me?

Date: 2008-10-22 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
I... I think you're turning into a vampire. [He points to the page in the book, the chapter title reading 'vampirism'.]

Date: 2008-10-22 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
But- Nothing bit me, and I didn't do anything, and- Why?

*The signs are all there, and she knows it. She all but flings herself at Mail, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face against his chest. She's shaking.* How do we fix it?

Date: 2008-10-22 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
A room, maybe? [He holds her against him, petting her hair but keeping the rosary away from her body while kissing her head.] I don't know. I'll look through the books. in the meantime, I suppose we can ask the kitchen to provide you with blood or tomato juice...

Date: 2008-10-22 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
Maybe... I just don't know which one. Oh. A Mikami was sick too, with kind of the same thing. I should find him. *Annoyed. It would be one of the people she doesn't like.*

Yeah. If that's what I need, I guess... *She sighs and holds him tighter. The most distressing thing, really, is that she can't wear her rosary for now, and the implications of that.* Maybe I should... go away from you.

Date: 2008-10-22 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
Maybe.

[He gives a bit of a flinch at the mere idea of her going away, and gently tilts her head up to look at him.] No. I'll take care of you, Mel, and we'll find a way out of this. I'll feed you myself if I have to.

Date: 2008-10-22 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
I knew you'd say that. *It almost makes her smile. Almost. She looks at him very seriously.* I swore I'd never hurt you, and not even this will make me. I met a vampire version of me once. He ate somehow, and I will too.

...Not that I'm resigned to it. There's too many things to investigate.

Date: 2008-10-22 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
It's because I love you. [He does smile, a little.] Alright. You can ask him about it. He would have a better opinion on it.

We also don't know how long it will last.

Date: 2008-10-22 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chilichoc.livejournal.com
And I love you. More than anything. *She leans up and kisses him, gently.* I'll see if I can find him.

Exactly. It shouldn't be permanent, but. *She finds herself reaching for where her rosary ought to be, and makes a soft noise of frustration.* If I know this place's style, it's going to fucking suck.

Date: 2008-10-22 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] downtothefilter.livejournal.com
Be careful. I remember you telling me last time you didn't particularly like him.

[He frowns and leans forward to kiss the spot where her rosary usually rests, and then her fingers.] I'll try to make it suck less for you, then.

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