Live Feedleash Log: 12/08/07

[anthrax_neon]

Matthew says:
*at the club, having just returned from grovely, matt lugs a bag up the stairs. his room is still, silent. he puts on a record, quietly. pours himself a whisky and loosens his tie*
Matthew says:
*swirls the amber coloured liquid in the glass, then takes a drink*
Matthew says:
*unbuttons his collar and goes to the mirror, once again inspecting the unmistakable marks on his neck*

Anthrax says:
*perched on the windowsill, invisible for the moment, knees up and chin on her hands, watching him carefully*

Matthew says:
*a purplish blue bruise has bloomed around the wound. he frowns*
Matthew says:
*unbuttons his shirt and goes into the bathroom*
Matthew says:
*fills the basin with water and prepares to shave*

Anthrax says:
*pouts that he's left her view, and raps her heels sharply on the wall*

Matthew says:
*he re-emerges, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it onto the bed*
Matthew says:
*picks up a chunky piece of machinery and looks at it briefly, then throws that aside also*
Matthew says:
*moves to the window closest to the head of the bed, just along from where she is perched*
Matthew says:
*pushes it open, the cool night air filling the stuffy room*
Matthew says:
*turns on his heel, oblivious, and returns to the bathroom*

Anthrax says:
*licks her lips*
Anthrax says:
*takes off her hat, and throws it like a frisbee, sailing it into the bathroom*
Anthrax says:
*and finally coming into view*

Matthew says:
*it makes him jump, but when he turns to see what it is, he just smirks. he speaks before she comes into view*
Matthew says:
Well, well.

Anthrax says:
*grins, waving with both hands*

Matthew says:
Good evening. Yet again.

Anthrax says:
*tips her head right back to look at the night sky, dangerously close to overbalancing*
Anthrax says:
Gosh, it is.

Matthew says:
To what do I owe the... pleasure?

Anthrax says:
I was reminded.
Anthrax says:
A beetle sang your theme song.
Anthrax says:
It was rather sweet.
Anthrax says:
*examines her nails, affecting disinterest*

Matthew says:
*arches a brow*
Matthew says:
Really?
Matthew says:
*turns to the basin and splashes water on his face*
Matthew says:
I was rather hoping you might be here to explain your hasty disappearance last night.

Anthrax says:
*sits up, frowning*
Anthrax says:
We didn't disappear.
Anthrax says:
*smirks* You fainted.
Anthrax says:
Like a girl.

Matthew says:
*chuckles as he applies an expensive shaving soap*

Anthrax says:
*I* don't faint.
Anthrax says:
*points, with a trace of Dyxxyn* But you did.

Matthew says:
Maybe if yourself and *he affects an elaborate tone*-Dyxxyn- had helped out with the wine, I might have stayed conscious enough to bid you goodnight.

Anthrax says:
*wrinkles her nose*
Anthrax says:
Ugh, wine.
Anthrax says:
I think I said that before.
Anthrax says:
*leaps from the windowsill to the carpet, with only a trace of vampiric power in it*
Anthrax says:
You're like an old, drunk lush.

Matthew says:
*flicks his straight razor open, speaking to his reflection rather than to her*
Matthew says:
You say it as though it's a bad thing, my dear.

Anthrax says:
It is when you faint on the dinner table.

Matthew says:
Time was that your lover would have done the same. Or at least that's the impression I got.

Anthrax says:
*standing at the entrance to the bathroom, hands on the doorframe and rocking back and forth*
Anthrax says:
Time was as time does.

Matthew says:
*he starts to shave, an experienced hand guiding the razor*
Matthew says:
So tell me, Anthrax... *he pauses as the blade glides over his throat*

Anthrax says:
*watches it carefully*

Matthew says:
... While we are speaking of appropriate behaviour at the dinner table...
Matthew says:
*he flicks soap into the water, stretches his skin taught and moves in for a closer look*
Matthew says:
... I was wondering if you could explain the etiquette in drinking your host's blood?

Anthrax says:
*still rocking forward and back*
Anthrax says:
You did ask so prettily.

Matthew says:
Ask? Is that a fact?

Anthrax says:
*nods*

Matthew says:
I seem to remember asking for certain things. Some of which you obliged me.

Anthrax says:
*looks up at the ceiling innocently*
Anthrax says:
*picks up her hat, and dusts off the crown*
Anthrax says:
All I remember is you doing everything you were told.
Anthrax says:
*puts her hat on his head neatly*

Matthew says:
*he pauses at that*

Anthrax says:
*her arms not appearing in the mirror one bit, of course*

Matthew says:
What the-?
Matthew says:
*he's more concerned with her hat than her lack of a reflection*

Anthrax says:
*grins* It suits you.

Matthew says:
*he bats it off, unimpressed*
Matthew says:
Fine.
Matthew says:
*slightly annoyed*

Anthrax says:
Aww.
Anthrax says:
We're like sisters.

Matthew says:
I suggest you sit down and shut up if you want to stay.

Anthrax says:
*mouth falls open, and she laughs*
Anthrax says:
Or else?

Matthew says:
*makes a 'cuh' sound*
Matthew says:
I'll throw some holy water on you.
Matthew says:
Or jam a crucifix somewhere.

Anthrax says:
*looks alarmed for a moment*
Anthrax says:
You don't have any.

Matthew says:
Don't I?
Matthew says:
*chuckles and resumes his task*

Anthrax says:
*watches the razor*
Anthrax says:
*and whispers*
Anthrax says:
...push.
Anthrax says:
Just a little.

Matthew says:
*doesn't hear the words, but she distracts him*
Matthew says:
What?
Matthew says:
*he moves just a little too quickly... and nicks...*
Matthew says:
Ah...
Matthew says:
*touches fingertips to his neck*
Matthew says:
*they come back bloody*

Anthrax says:
*eyes wide*

Matthew says:
*clears his throat*
Matthew says:
You did that on purpose.
Matthew says:
*water and a towel, not giving her the chance to see too much*

Anthrax says:
And you don't have a crucifix.
Anthrax says:
*sticks out her tongue*

Matthew says:
*smirks*
Matthew says:
*opens the cabinet and reaches for a balm*

Anthrax says:
*picks up her hat again*
Anthrax says:
*and plants it on her head with a self-satisfied expression*

Matthew says:
*rubs the balm onto his now smooth face*
Matthew says:
I'd offer you a drink, but... *a wry expression*

Anthrax says:
I only drink one thing.

Matthew says:
Precisely.
Matthew says:
So what can a man offer a lady vampire, other than that?
Matthew says:
*he walks by her, back into the bedroom, retrieving his whisky*

Anthrax says:
*a little insulted, follows him*

Matthew says:
*removes his belt and drapes it over the back of a chair*
Matthew says:
*downs the rest of the whisky and immediately pours another glass*
Matthew says:
You're sure I can't... tempt you?

Anthrax says:
*shakes her head, arms folded*
Anthrax says:
Tastes like snowmen on a summer's day.
Anthrax says:
*makes a 'yuck' face*

Matthew says:
*laughs heartily*
Matthew says:
You're very endearing, you know.

Anthrax says:
*blinks*

Matthew says:
But tell me. Doesn't it get boring?
Matthew says:
*sits in the chair and motions for her to sit on the bed, if she pleases*

Anthrax says:
Doesn't what get boring?
Anthrax says:
*lies down on the bed with her ankles crossed behind her*

Matthew says:
*watches her, very pleased*
Matthew says:
Only drinking one thing.

Anthrax says:
*shrugs* Everything else tastes of air.

Matthew says:
*serious now, perhaps for the first time, finally realising what she is and what it must be like*
Matthew says:
*quieter*
Matthew says:
How long?

Anthrax says:
*smiles* Not long.
Anthrax says:
*a suddenly lucid tone* Vampirism is a regressive gene in females.
Anthrax says:
Which only becomes active after the presence of a male.
Anthrax says:
*rolls onto her back* So not until Dyxxyn.
Anthrax says:
*and peers at him upside down, almost falling off the bed*

Matthew says:
*absently* Good God...
Matthew says:
*rubs at his chin*
Matthew says:
*snaps out of his reverie* Did you have a choice?

Anthrax says:
*blinks*
Anthrax says:
Did you?

Matthew says:
*smiles a soft little smile*
Matthew says:
Do you enjoy emasculating me, sweetheart?

Anthrax says:
*frowns* Is that where I take your guts and turn them into daisy chains?
Anthrax says:
I'd like that.

Matthew says:
*chuckles*
Matthew says:
But if you're speaking of your birthright, then I suppose I can understand.
Matthew says:
I know what it is to be born into one's fate.

Anthrax says:
*nods sympathetically*
Anthrax says:
Human.

Matthew says:
*frowns*
Matthew says:
Hangman.

Anthrax says:
Oh.
Anthrax says:
*her mouth stays open for a moment*
Anthrax says:
Cool.

Matthew says:
*laughs, his eyes glittering in the half-light of the room*
Matthew says:
It is, rather.
Matthew says:
And though no one forced me to live this life, how could I resist?
Matthew says:
So... I understand.

Anthrax says:
*smiles in a friendly way*
Anthrax says:
Do they dance?

Matthew says:
I beg your pardon my dear? *a sip of whisky* Who?

Anthrax says:
The people.
Anthrax says:
The dead people.
Anthrax says:
*waves two fingers in a way that suggest someone kicking at the end of a rope*

Matthew says:
*smirks*
Matthew says:
Some of them.
Matthew says:
Others are very still. Very quickly.

Anthrax says:
*nods as if she knew that*
Anthrax says:
Do they talk, after?

Matthew says:
*gives her an incredulous look*
Matthew says:
Not to me, darling.

Anthrax says:
Oh.
Anthrax says:
I bet they do.
Anthrax says:
*rolls onto her front, suddenly excited*
Anthrax says:
I would.
Anthrax says:
Sometimes the people in the cemetery start talking to me but they're underground.
Anthrax says:
And it's hard to hear them through the dirt.
Anthrax says:
*pouts* And Dyxxyn won't let me dig them up to ask what they were saying.

Matthew says:
*mimics her pout* No fun for Anthrax?

Anthrax says:
*shakes her head, looking down*

Matthew says:
Maybe.. *pauses, wondering if he ought to say what he's about to say*

Anthrax says:
*picking at his bedspread a little with long sharp nails*

Matthew says:
Maybe you'd like to come to watch an execution?

Anthrax says:
*sits up instantly*
Anthrax says:
Oh!
Anthrax says:
Wait.
Anthrax says:
In daylight?

Matthew says:
*frowns, trying to solve a problem*
Matthew says:
Hm... usually. But it is underground..?

Anthrax says:
*thinks*
Anthrax says:
No windows?

Matthew says:
No windows.

Anthrax says:
*mouth twisted over to one side, chewing at the edge of her sleeve*
Anthrax says:
I might be delicate.
Anthrax says:
And grumpy.

Matthew says:
*laughs once, a short bark*
Matthew says:
You're a woman, I'd expect nothing less.

Anthrax says:
I'd be SLEEPY.
Anthrax says:
*huffs*
Anthrax says:
*but her expression softens immediately*
Anthrax says:
Oh but a real hanging!
Anthrax says:
All for me!
Anthrax says:
*claps her hands together*

Matthew says:
*he rises from his chair, smiling*
Matthew says:
It's good to see some enthusiasm.

Anthrax says:
Could I bring Dyxxyn?

Matthew says:
Of course.

Anthrax says:
*grins, all teeth*

Matthew says:
I know that he is appreciative of the art.
Matthew says:
And God knows that after four hundred and thirteen, I need all the enthusiasm and appreciation I can get.

Anthrax says:
Gosh.

Matthew says:
*realises that the whisky, coupled with the sight of her sprawled on his bed, is affecting him*
Matthew says:
*he paces up and down*

Anthrax says:
Four hundred and thirteen is a lot.
Anthrax says:
It's like an army.
Anthrax says:
*sadly* I wish I had an army.

Matthew says:
I have a strange feeling that you will.

Anthrax says:
*looks up*
Anthrax says:
Ooh, really?

Matthew says:
*steps towards her*
Matthew says:
Well, look at you...
Matthew says:
And listen to you.
Matthew says:
*reaches out and boldly puts his hand under the chin, tilting her face upwards*

Anthrax says:
*watches him simply*
Anthrax says:
Are you psychic?
Anthrax says:
I was psychic for a little bit but it gave me a headache and ruined the answers in Penguin wrappers.

Matthew says:
*he sighs*
Matthew says:
You really should stop talking so much.

Anthrax says:
*frowns*
Anthrax says:
Well.

Matthew says:
Well?
Matthew says:
*climbs onto the bed, kneeling before her*

Anthrax says:
If I didn't talk out loud.
Anthrax says:
*I'd talk in here.*

Matthew says:
*his eyes flicker as a wave of dizziness hits*

Anthrax says:
*wrinkles her nose* And then only one person can hear me, usually.

Matthew says:
I was thinking more of stopping your mouth...

Anthrax says:
What with? A cork? It tastes bitter.
Anthrax says:
*dangles her legs over the side of the bed, glancing at him from behind her hair*

Matthew says:
Not quite... *chuckles*
Matthew says:
Are you hungry?

Anthrax says:
*eyes light up*
Anthrax says:
Always.

Matthew says:
Interesting.
Matthew says:
I feel the same, though I hunger for something else.

Anthrax says:
*watching his jugular*
Anthrax says:
Steak?
Anthrax says:
*and the just healed cut below his jawline*

Matthew says:
*reaches around and grabs two handfuls of her backside, pulling her closer*
Matthew says:
I've always been partial to rump.
Matthew says:
*chuckles at himself*

Anthrax says:
*frowns*
Anthrax says:
That's so crude.

Matthew says:
Crude? Or straightforward?
Matthew says:
No point quibbling, sweetheart. I know what I want and I can't see the worth in bullshitting about.

Anthrax says:
*thinks* You want me.
Anthrax says:
Yes?

Matthew says:
*breathes* Oh yes.

Anthrax says:
Hmm.
Anthrax says:
*scratches down his neck, leaving long red lines*
Anthrax says:
*but no blood*

Matthew says:
Mmm.

Anthrax says:
I don't think you have what I want.

Matthew says:
*frowns*
Matthew says:
Of course I do.

Anthrax says:
*shakes her head*
Anthrax says:
Sorry.

Matthew says:
I'm alive, aren't I? Sitting here breathing and talking to you. Therefore: blood.
Matthew says:
*runs his hands up her back, pressing her to him*
Matthew says:
Hot blood. Plenty of it.

Anthrax says:
Oh, I could take that.
Anthrax says:
*looks up at him through her eyelashes*
Anthrax says:
I don't need to bargain for it.

Matthew says:
*a wry look*
Matthew says:
Then what do you want?
Matthew says:
*allows himself a little feel while she's not objecting*

Anthrax says:
*leans in snakefast, and licks a stripe up over his bruise, where he was bitten before*
Anthrax says:
*and says into his throat*
Anthrax says:
Nothing.

Matthew says:
*heart leaps*

Anthrax says:
*stands up smoothly*
Anthrax says:
Dyxxyn will be wondering where I am, I'm sure.
Anthrax says:
*dusts down her skirts*

Matthew says:
*sneers at her, slightly disgusted*

Anthrax says:
*eyes twinkle*
Anthrax says:
I'm sure you have someone who misses you too.
Anthrax says:
*one finger to her lips, she smirks, implying otherwise*

Matthew says:
*gets up, coming to his senses, hair falling over his dark eyes*
Matthew says:
*points to the window*
Matthew says:
Get the Hell out.

Anthrax says:
Oh, it's not out there.
Anthrax says:
It's in here.
Anthrax says:
*eyes drift to his heart*
Anthrax says:
And there.
Anthrax says:
*drops into a curtsey*
Anthrax says:
*and pauses for a moment on the windowsill, crouching like a dark sprite*

Matthew says:
*if looks could kill...*
Matthew says:
You're no longer welcome here.

Anthrax says:
If only it were that easy.
Anthrax says:
*lets go of the window, and drops backwards into the darkness*

Matthew says:
*slams the pane down hard, making the glass rattle*
Matthew says:
*under his breath* Fucking women.