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Night 52: M111-M120 Hallway

Oct 13, 2010 22:45

When the intercom rang through the cold room and the lights shut off in time with the click of the unlocking door, Edward remained where he was, staring at the space where the liquefied dinner had been sitting. For the second time that day, he wondered if he could starve here. Being in no condition to hunt and having no energy to keep the rotten, ( Read more... )

edward cullen, niikura, venom, bella, claire bennet, peter petrelli

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human_sponge October 23 2010, 09:10:08 UTC

[Back from down here.]

While Peter was at least polite enough to knock, he didn't really bother with waiting for a response before he cracked the door open. The man who'd already moved down the hall was the one who'd wanted the privacy in the first place, so Peter kind of doubted that Bella and Edward needed a moment to themselves.

What could they really do when Edward was practically burned to a crisp, anyway?

He pushed the door open some more, seeing the well-lit room and the two teens more or less in the same places that they'd been before he let. He was still holding onto the syringe, ready to use it in one way or another. "Can we come back in?" he asked.

Seeing how Bella, at least, had wanted them here, Peter hoped that they didn't say no.

vitale October 23 2010, 16:45:45 UTC

Bella watched Venom sweep out of the room with a sigh, her fingers running through her hair as she tried to think. "Great," she muttered to herself, remaining seated on the other side of the room, away from Edward. So, not only was Venom now upset with her, (she thought, anyway.) he was also apparently mad at Edward. They'd have to take care of it, somehow ( ... )

autophoenix October 23 2010, 20:04:24 UTC

Sneaking back into the room behind Peter, she kept close to the door, not wanting to invade the room too much until they were sure it was okay. When Bella welcomed them in, though, Claire went to stand near her, resisting the urge to chew anxiously on her lip as she cast a glance over at Edward's bed. He had to feel horrible, having them all here like this. People he barely knew. That was something that hadn't occurred to her when she'd been so gung ho to save him.

Turning to look at Bella, she gave a quick smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about Edward, that's all. You know, Bella …" And she turned to look at Edward, "Edward, you guys. If you have an ability or something that's the reason your skin is like this, you need to tell us. We can't help otherwise. I promise you that you can trust us." There was a certain degree of pleading in her expression.

"We can't help you if we don't have all the facts."

sanguinario October 25 2010, 03:20:31 UTC

If only it was simple as trusting them. As a telepath, trust wasn't really an issue for him. He could hear if someone meant what they said, which was much safer than simply believing in someone's words. To him, though, it wasn't a matter of trust. It was a matter of survival. For him and them. Venom, clearly, had been a mistake ( ... )

human_sponge October 25 2010, 04:37:11 UTC

Bella's idea wasn't the worst one, since injecting needles into open wounds was a fairly normal practice -- usually for the means of administering anesthetics, but in this case it could serve a different, more useful purpose. Peter didn't mind giving it a try if that was what the two of them wanted, though he also didn't blame Claire for wanting to know more ( ... )

vitale October 25 2010, 15:30:25 UTC

Just as Edward had refused to speak, Bella did the same. Her eyes turned away from the two - especially Claire - and she looked at the floor, her face carefully blank.

She trusted and liked Claire, she really did. However, some things were bigger than friendship, and considering all of the trouble that she had been put through when Edward told her that he was a vampire ... well. She didn't want to put that upon anyone else. If, somehow, the Volturi got wind of the fact that two other humans knew of the existence of vampires and the like, not only would Peter and Claire most likely be killed (someway, she was sure they would find out how to do it.) but so would the Cullens, and so would she. Their deaths would leave behind a long string of pain, and she didn't want that.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Edward shake his head, saying no the best way he could, and she let out a sigh, pushing herself back further into the corner, away from him. Plopping herself in the chair, she kept her hands firmly in her lap, saying ( ... )

autophoenix October 25 2010, 16:58:29 UTC

The silence cut deep, stinging with the edge of distrust.

Her eyes closed for a brief moment as the disappointment washed over her and she shook her head. How stupid had she been? Amidst all her pessimism about their situation in the Institute, she'd allowed herself that one hope. That maybe, just maybe, trusting Bella wasn't going to be the wrong decision. That she'd come through and surprise Claire like she already had and prove that there were people worth trying for ( ... )

sanguinario October 26 2010, 07:12:15 UTC

As if the night wasn't bad enough, he had to suffer Claire's (unintentional) guilt trip. Clearly he had underestimated her relationship with Bella, but even if he had been aware of it there wasn't anything he could do about it. The matter was out of his hands entirely. Even if the Volturi were not aware of where he was now - if this wasn't some device of theirs already, though he still doubted it as such - they would be able to find him. Venom was already a problem. An accident, by all accounts, but he still knew. There wasn't any way to erase that knowledge ( ... )

human_sponge October 26 2010, 20:54:18 UTC

The silence had only stretched out for longer, with Bella sticking to Edward's choice to just ignore their attempts to get any sort of answer out of them. While it was obvious that something was going on, it was going to be a better idea at this point to just cut their losses and go along with what the two had suggested.

Still, Peter couldn't help focusing on Claire for a moment. From the way she closed her eyes for a moment (to try and keep her composure) to that smile she gave him; sad, strained, forced... Well, it was clear that she had been expecting more from her roommate and hadn't gotten it ( ... )

vitale October 27 2010, 00:25:43 UTC

Claire was obviously upset. Bella couldn't blame him - she had taken her roommate's trust and ... well, not returned it. Friendship was a two way road, and her side had a pitfall in the middle of it ( ... )

autophoenix October 27 2010, 22:01:42 UTC

She had to force herself from getting her hopes up as Peter pulled away from the injured boy's form, chewing on the inside of her cheek as the anxiety welled up. It was good that he'd gotten it through Edward's too-tough skin, but that was only the first step. There was no knowing if the blood was going to transfer her ability or not.

"It'll probably take a few minutes to know if it works or not," she explained aloud, mostly to solidify her own thoughts on the matter, but also to clear up any concerns the others might have about it not taking immediate effect. Her ability was slower, though now that she knew Edward and Bella weren't sharing their own weird stories, she wasn't about to throw that one out there for confirmation, and it made sense that it would transfer over to the blood itself. Instead, she just left her explanation at that, letting them draw their own conclusions as to why.

It was weird, that much was certain. She'd expected instantaneous results -- granted, she'd never exactly seen how quickly her blood ( ... )

sanguinario October 28 2010, 17:54:16 UTC

Try to relax was the typical bedside manner he'd heard from Carlisle, even said himself a few times when he attempted to help his father with patients before having to leave the room. He could have just seen the patients' faces to know it never really helped in the long run, but he was blessed with the ability to hear the internal sounds. They often tried to be brave on the outside, but the mind was a safe haven. Supposedly. The same ran true now regarding those words - the movement of his arm had the vampire grimacing, gritting his teeth, but even biting his tongue hard enough to nearly cut it in two couldn't keep back the sound of pain from leaking out of his throat ( ... )

human_sponge October 29 2010, 03:16:55 UTC

The tension in the room as they all waited for something to happen was almost suffocating, but Peter was actually pretty good at keeping his composure during times like this. He focused on Claire's words, about how it could sometimes take a minute or two for it to kick in (not normally, but here), and just watched Edward carefully ( ... )

vitale October 29 2010, 15:23:39 UTC

Bella could practically hear a clock ticking the minutes away, even though she knew it was impossible. Every second that passed only meant ever second that the blood wasn't working -

Until.

When Edward spoke, the teenager's eyes widened, her heart stopping a beat as she watched as he flexed his hand. She remembered lunch, and the fact that he hadn't even been able to move his fingers when she had seen him. In fact, when he had touched her face; it was like someone had twisted them and left them in the strange positioning. But now ...

"Claire, it's working!" Bella cried, turning to look at her roommate as she sat on the other bed. She still felt ... well, bad was an understatement, but there was no time to think about that right now ( ... )

autophoenix October 30 2010, 09:16:09 UTC

As pleased as she was to see that the burns were mending just as slowly as her own ability worked, she couldn't bring herself to share in Peter and Bella's enthusiastic joy. It was her only solace at this point. It wasn't that easy for her to just forget how hurt she was -- the painful, awkward silence as the burns first began to heal hadn't changed that, and neither had their sudden focus on it ( ... )

sanguinario November 2 2010, 03:32:56 UTC

"No, but thank you," he slowly replied to Peter's offer, trying to attempt a smile and more or less forming a halfhearted grimace. "I can tell you've done this before." Well, perhaps not attempting to nurse a wounded and starving vampire, but some kind of first aid training. He recognized it in himself and in what Carlisle had taught him - or attempted to.

He turned to Claire, having no expectations but being perturbed by her hollowness anyway. He didn't really know the girl at all, but she was... bitter. That was strange. Her thoughts were a torrent on top of the detached voice she used verbally, and it was too much for his tired brain to sort out. He just knew there was something there, but he didn't know why or how it had risen so suddenly. Was it some strange aversion to sharing her blood? Normally he could understand that sentiment in his own detached sort of empathy, but seeing that her so-called ability was what she made it out to be ( ... )

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