Mercy of the Fallen [Lars]

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle shut her eyes when she felt Lars' hand on her neck and the other on her waist. Oh man, this is going to hurt She was flung into the air before she could comment on his word usage. Babe Colliding into a headstone. Hard. Pretty DAMN hard. Her back whammed against it, sickeningly arching backward. CRACK there went a rib. Giselle fell onto her stomach. Moaning and muttering a string of curses under her breath.

She lay there still as stone, afraid to move. Never broke a rib before she thought idly. She waited for Lars. When she heard him near, she picked her head up, stray hairs clinging to her cheeks and forehead. She blew them away, made a face, and rolled onto her aching back with a sharp surprised cry. This hurts? but it wasn't for long. The pain already began fading. Wooh hooh, vampire healing.

She looked to the dark sky, her hunger already returning with a vengeance. She waited for Lars to make his move, scoop her up, carry her out of this damned place. She spared a look at his face. "Oh God," she whined. "What is wrong with me!" the words were a whimper. Her face was wet. Her brows furrowed before she realize what it was. A couple of stray tears escaping from her eyes were rolling down her cheek. She swiped them away furiously and begged every God that Lars didn't see.

She was a mess. A complete mess. She couldn't keep living like this, it was slowly driving her out of her mind. She honestly needed help. SERIOUS help. Lars couldn't leave her. If he did again, she would loose every thin thread of sanity left in her being. She couldn't do this every night. This was no way to live her immortal life.

[Ellie]

He searched around as his back was to the stone tomb, half expecting her to be right in his face ready to give it another go. But he saw her bright red hair on the ground next to a stone. Damn, well, that makes it easier for me. he thought as he walked over to where she lay, leaving the poor girl in the stone tomb on her own from there.


He over heard her quiet whimper from a few meters away and smiled slightly in remembrance and comfort. "Well that's an easy answer," he said sinking down to her level and gently putting his arms under her for a lift, "blood withdrawls... like a drug." Remembering the many times he'd end up puking and getting odd side effects from the change when he first decided human blood just couldn't fly anymore.

He began walking out of the cemetery and away from Mr. Morrisey, examining if he'd done any external damage to that little throw. he observed none from what he could see, and even though he knew she'd heal up rather fast, it still fucking hurt.

"Didn't bang you up too bad, eh?" he asked finally after he walked past the cemetery gates and back out into the street which was thankfully pretty empty at this time of night.
But he wondered if she was blood hungry still, she could easily just jump out of his arms and run around town like a wild starved dog on rampage. Most likely he needed to get her to wherever she lived before then, for both their sakes.
He didn't want to chase a hungry Giselle around all night.
"Where's your house? Or, whatever you live in..." he asked hesitantly not knowing if she had a house, apartment, or possibly a mansion. He still remembered that 'many bluetooths back in Paris..' comment. Many bluetooths and not having some cash around was rare...

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle relaxed her body into Lars' tattooed arms. She felt like a child, with her head resting against his semi-muscular chest. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to feel, she just wanted her damn blood. She couldn't hunt in this condition. Her torso was screaming silently, and after the first blood rush passed, it left her feeling shaky and wobbly. If she was REALLY determined, then maybe she could hunt.

He was trying to be all nice to her with his gentle talk. She couldn't help but find it rather comforting. She snuggled closer to him, resting a pale hand where his dead heart lie. She couldn't agree more with his travel plans. Yes, home. I have to go home.

"My mansion," she said crossly, but not curtly, "Is a bit of a walk from here. You'll have to climb a steep hill to get to it," she raised her eyes at the street signs. "So that's a left at the next corner, straight though town, and then after you pass this huge restaurant, look to your right and you will see the hill," she whispered, too tired to raise her voice.

How long would he stay in Paris. Would he leave the next day? Leave her all alone to a sunny fate? She shivered violently, spasms shooting up and down her body. He couldn't leave. She wouldn't let him. Or she would just have to follow him. She wanted guidance, someone to boost her confidence, help her... live. Did he even care that much about her? These were the burning questions hanging loosely on her tongue.

[Ellie]

He figured it was a mansion as he began walking in the directions she said, not looking forward to a hill really, but it wasn't as if it would totally wear him out, or if it would at all. The instinct in him told him not to look forward to it.

He walked a little further on once he was past the corner and walking to a building that he guessed was the huge restaurant, but from the distance of 'through town' it didn't seem so massively huge. But regardless that's where he was going.

He suddenly felt her shiver with the few steps he took and looked down quickly before reverting his attention to walking. She looked fine a moment ago, with her head and hand on his chest and eyes closed.

"What the hell's wrong with you?"he asked concerned as he continued walking, if not quicker. She got her blood, why couldn't she just act normal now?! Never pleased, whether it was in her control or not.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle sighed heavily and closed her eyes. He just needed an answer to everything, didn't he. What would he say when she told him that was a spasm of fear? He would say, what have you got to fear about. She would answer, I'm stuck with you. I go where you go. How would he react to that? She considered lying to him I'm just cold, shooken up. He would say, Vampire's don't get cold. She'd be at a loss.

She thought of other possible lies. She ran the scenarios through her head but they all left her speechless. He didn't want anymore lies. He told her that. No more lies and no more questions. She let him walk for a little, keeping as silent for as long as possible.

When the silence stretched to it's limit, she picked up her eyes to his face. "I don't want you to leave me again," she confessed helplessly. Look at her now. Look at how weak she was, in the arms of a vampire who wasn't too fond of her. This vampire broke her. It was his duty to pick up the pieces. She tried to do it herself. It shattered her even more. She lowered her gaze, ashamed. He didn't care enough. He wouldn't take her with him. She was a liability. But maybe she was underestimating his ability to care. It wouldn't be a first.

[Ellie]

Lars looked down at her after her words from the silence. Did he just her those come out from her very own mouth? He didn't believe it. He'd done it. He had made her care. About him, maybe everything in general somewhat, but still. He couldn't believe he'd done it, especially without even being there, he'd just... succeeded.

"I thought you said, you didn't care if I left or not... at least, that's what you said last time," he said slightly recalling to give her the wrong beginning thoughts. But he paused for a moment with his speech and looked down at her momentarily with the smallest of smiles, for he still didn't forgive her for what happened before... she'd never apologized, "But I'll try not to this time..." he said pecking her cheek briefly before returning to his destination, satisfied with what had just happened.

He'd try. For at the moment it wasn't such a hard thing to do not to leave, but, if anything like what happened last time started happening he'd have no choice but to leave on a whim.

[Giselle Audley]

She released a breath she'd been holding. He wouldn't leave her. She was relieved. He seemed shocked by her answer, like he didn't expect it at all. This confused her a little. But it quickly faded into complete and utter gratefulness. When he gave her a small peck, she beamed. This was too easy. Could it have always been this simple? Has she been living with the hard way her entire vampire life? This opened brand new doors to her.

Giselle lifted her hand that wasn't on his chest and brought it to his face. She gently swept it under his chin, her eyes were simply sparkling. "Thank you, Lars. I promise I will try to behave myself," she dropped her arm and then remembered his other statement. "I was angry. I didn't realize how much I needed you back until you left. I guess I... I made a mistake," the words left her dumbfounded. She actually admitted she made a mistake. This was a first.

She just remembered something else. He said he'd try. Her brows furrowed. She weighed her options carefully in each hand. She was hungry. She wanted more human blood. Animal blood would make her vomit. Would Lars find her another human? Would she have to find one herself? She couldn't do that. If he was going to stay, then she couldn't keep hunting humans. Another spasm rocked her body. She gagged, already tasting the animal blood in her mouth. But if she didn't do this his way, then he would leave. Giselle was better off a pile of ashes. She buried her face into his shirt. If she looked at him again, she might change her mind...

[Ellie]

Lars smiled a 'full' half smile when she touched his face and laughed breathy at her promise. He hoped so, a train and ferry ticket back to London wasn't cheap. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to go now, seeming that there was, or he had discovered for the both of them, another side to her. "Well,that's a good thing," he replied simply to that.

He let out a full closed mouth grin at her 'apology' for he figured that was the best apology he was going to get out of her. It seemed he had done quite well making her ego a bit smaller, and it was no HUGE feat for him. Besides the time when she had pushed him completely off the edge, but the actual defeat wasn't so hard. Either way, she was forgiven, for the sake of the both of them.

He looked on farther to where he was walking and saw the restaurant only a block away, releasing a relieved sigh he crossed the street and began up the hill she talked about.


At the first few steps up she buried her face in his shirt and his smile that had remained on his face flew off as he looked down.
God, not the blood stuff again... he guessed to himself, for that WAS the only thing he really needed to deal with still.

"Oh come ON Giselle.." he said slightly jokingly, and serious at the on the same note, "It's not like you're the ONLY one that's done this..." he said, mostly referring to himself. He was an avid animal hunter now. He didn't like animals for any purpose at all as human or his past life as a vamp, he was practically frightened, then when he had the strong will to change, he had the gruesome physical symptoms, but he had gotten over all of it... on his own, and was doing quite fine now. But yet here she was, moping and groaning about it.

[Giselle Audley]

She was making him happy. She could feel it. When she felt him start climbing the hill, she cheered silently in her head almost home. I wonder what he will say when he finds my cellar of... she left that thought alone. She didn't want to finish it. For the sake of the readers out there, Giselle had a cellar full of frozen bodies. Yeah, she could get her fill of human blood, but she already drank all of it. She wasted it. Now she had a cellar of bloodless corpses.

She didn't look up when he spoke again. Instead, she mumbled into his shirt, "I know but last time I tried I got violently ill and I was puking for days! It's just another thing you will have to help me with." She knew he must have had a hard time. Hell, what vampire didn't? She was just a baby, too attached to human blood and too lazy to take the time to switch over.

Blood wasn't everything that mattered to her, though. For now, Lars shared an almost equal place with her life source. She would never stop being bitchy or stop insulting him. She just didn't have the patience to do it now. She would treat him poorly with verbal abuse. This was her way of dealing with all the crap in her life. He would have to ignore her. But she would try herself. She would try to be nice.

[Ellie]

"Huh," he responded to her rather lame excuse, it wasn't false.. just, old news, "I guess so," he said absentmindedly continuing his walk up the hill before his feet touch the pavement he figured came up from a back road for cars and such. For a fleeting moment he wondered why he had used leg power when their was taxis, or whatever they called them in France, but then remembered Giselle's past, or possibly current hunger and disregarded the thought.

"So can you maneuver yourself from here princess, this handsome peasant boy doesn't know how to get into the castle properly..." he said, wondering if the inhabitants to these places just used the gallant front doors.. or did they have some everyday use back door that was normal sized. He had spent his whole life in apartments, and recently just a small house with one exit, he had no clue about these things.

[Giselle Audley]

She didn't look up until he came to a halt. She was home. Her beautiful stolen mansion with it's many rooms and halls and floors. Giselle rolled her eyes at his little joke and warily swung a leg out of his arms. She gripped his shoulder with one hand to steady herself as she stood, knees already shouting their complaints. She stared down the huge and very familiar double doors. She picked out a key from her pocket and let herself and Lars in.

The security alarms began ringing fiercely, echoing back and forth, driving her completely mad as her head began spinning. Damn, forgot about those. She screamed out her password and then there was silence. She gave Lars an apologetic grin. She collapsed into the nearest plushy arm chair and clapped her hands once. Lights flew on to the command, chandelier illuminating the gigantic lobby type room.

"This all must be quite the shock for you. The high security, the flashy furniture and priceless art. Must be a lot different from your cave," she taunted playfully. "Make yourself at home," she invited, gesturing to the many sofas and chairs. And this was just one room. There were a lot bigger one's than this. Her bedroom was the largest. "East wings the kitchens, west wings the bathrooms and living rooms, upstairs are mostly bedrooms, and on the third floor a balcony, library, and office," she gave him the tour through tongue. He wouldn't get lost. There was only one main staircase which she was staring at, twisting all the way to the top.

[Ellie]

No cave...,"he said rolling his eyes, " house, or apartment.. depending on where I am," he said nodding lightly to her vocal description and casting his eyes around the room that was probably as big as his whole apartment in New York, and it was only one room. He felt as if he'd just stepped into MTV's Cribs, only not as tacky, and more real. Those celebs had those modernized houses, whereas this had more of an old mansion, Adam's family house feel. He liked it so much better.


He placed himself in a leather chair before just returning his eyes to her. One of the downcasts t hunting animals now, was that animals didn't carry wallets with cash in them that they didn't need once they were dead. So initially, Lars was going broke from it, only occasionally getting the opportune moment to snatch or pick pocket when he could, it wasn't as if he had a JOB.

What 11 years of her being a vampire? He wondered if that was enough to get this place? Maybe there were other methods, but he was curious nonetheless...

"So... how'd you scrape up the cash for all this?"

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle leaned back in her cushy chair, sinking into the dark purple velvet. Hopefully this wouldn't end up like the hotel room. She had to be nice to him and then once he took her with him, she would slowly get her sarcasm and nasty language back. She rolled her eyes at his question. She seemed to be doing this a lot lately. "Well with a few ties to some of the human mob and relationships with lawyers that can stick my name on anyone's life insurance and the fact that I play the stocks pretty well, this money was easy to come by," she said unamused.

She absolutely loved to play with organized crime. She was one of the best, after all. Those dumb humans didn't know how she did it. But the days in the mob were starting to wind down. Once the fact that she was a vampire leaked, those human blood suckers would want immortality and Giselle didn't want to share it. She gave Lars a long look before speaking again words that he wouldn't want to hear.

"Eventually you're going to have to rob a blood bank for me. Once I have my strength back, you can teach me how to fall in love with animal blood," she whimpered. She was looking forward to regaining her full strength, but not sinking her teeth into some rabbit. Foul blood. It was disgusting.

[Ellie]

He raise his eyebrows and half wished he hadn't asked the question. Seemed like too much to work for and a huge elaborate web lie to conceal and live in. It honestly didn't seem all together that appealing to him, it sounded mostly like politics to him to be honest.

He mentally groaned, and almost verbally at her next words. He didn't really mind the fact that he'd have to go to a blood bank, but just the other part he was NOT looking forward to that all.

"Well the robbing part will be easy," he sighed running his hands through his hair only for it to move back to the same place it was before.

"Half of switching is all mental, and you haven't gotten the drive to go anywhere mentally with it, and I have no clue how to get you to that point," he said some what to himself. It was truth, mentally, she had no reason to do it but the simple reasons he had showed her, and because she knew he wouldn't stay if she was still a massacring vampire. It was one thing to just kill what you needed, but to just do it at will was absurd. He had big reasons and loads of initiative to cause him into this, but he wasn't sure how he could make her see the same. Was him leaving or staying enough?

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle sighed. She propped her elbow on the arm of the chair and pressed her forehead against her hand, massaging her temples. Headache. She had one hell of a head ache. She couldn't distinguish the cause. It could have been from her lack of blood or the fact that Lars was actually still here. It was a good thing, yes, but her hallucinations were jealous. No more fun for them.

She liked the way she lived. It was fun for her, the mob bit. Seducing lawyers with her mind control was just too easy. It wasn't a challenge to her. She also interfered with the stocks, putting her grand ideas and schemes into the big bosses heads. She was a smart one, but Lars was smarter in some ways more than others.

She wasn't pleased with his words. It was the truth, but she just didn't want to hear that answer. She saw no other way around it. If Lars was going to keep her, then she had to behave and stop her nightly massacres. She would have to do some of the work herself. This foreshadowed another headache. "I don't know how to do that, either. I do know that I have to, I just don't want to. So what, do you want to take me back to your home in London or something?"