Remus J Lupin (
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[The camera clicks on to a low-lit room. It's difficult to see anything, but there's something moving in the darkness--
--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.
--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]
Enjoy the show?
[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]
I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.
[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]
You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?
[He grins fiercely.]
Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.
As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--
Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?
[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]
Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.
But then perhaps you're all frightened.
[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]
I suppose you should be.
--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.
--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]
Enjoy the show?
[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]
I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.
[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]
You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?
[He grins fiercely.]
Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.
As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--
Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?
[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]
Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.
But then perhaps you're all frightened.
[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]
I suppose you should be.
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[He grins at her, his eyes darting from her mouth to her eyes.]
Want to keep going?
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no, no, no this isn't right i should figure out what's going on and make sure this is really actually Remus and- ]
Well, since you're so eager- [ so much for that. she's even going to tug at the hand that's pressed against the wall, as if testing his grip, while the other's still just playing in his hair, pushing it back off his face before she's pulling him back in to kiss him again ]
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God-- god, Raven, bloody hell--
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Easy. [ she sounds too breathless, impossibly turned on by his strength, but- ] Can't lose control. [ like he's just supposed to read her mind there. oops. and she's not just talking about him. ]
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My turn, then.
[He ducks down, his mouth going to her jawline-- and then her neck, nipping lightly at the blue skin. His teeth are a little rougher than hers, his mouth hungrier-- but for all that, he's none too rough yet.]
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And soon it's teetering on the edge of being too hard, of being dangerous, but still Remus doesn't stop. His breathing has gone harsh, his heart is pounding-- but he doesn't Bite her, not yet, because that has to be special.]
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You like that. Biting. [ it's not a question, just an observation. one she never would have guessed she'd make about Remus, of anyone. not that she puts a ton of thought into these things, not with everyone she spends time with here, but it's surprising for some reason. her body rocks up against his again, and yeah, it's really not a question. she can feel the evidence pressed against the front of his pants. ] I do too.
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[He rocks his hips forward, pushing back against her, his breath hot against her neck-- god, he can taste her pulse, jumping just beneath his tongue, and he licks at it again, eager.]
Ask for it, then.
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I want you to bite me, Remus. [ though that's not really asking, is it ] Please, please bite me. [ she's grinning again, though now it's in anticipation, the thought of giving back what he gives her. just a matter of waiting it out, timing it right, so she can turn them over, or- something. she'll do something! mostly she just wants to feel his teeth on her skin again ]
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As he pulls back, he grabs the mask out of his hand and slips it on again. Grinning, he bears his fangs and brings her wrist up. The inside of her arm is a pale blue, and he can see her pulse jump there, too-- the veins connecting just on the inside of her wrist, the web of muscle and bone--
--and then he leans down, biting hard, too hard, his fangs piercing her wrist, his grip on her hand so tight so she won't involuntarily pull away--
--and there's blood, hot and coppery and delicious, and he moans even as he focuses on biting her, on keeping his fangs in her long enough to change her--]
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What-- what's wrong?
[His eyes dart from her face to her bloody wrist, eager for it-- eager for her, his blood is singing for her--]
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This isn't what I wanted. [ it has to be her fault somehow, she's caught wondering where she got lost in translation, where bite me held more meaning than just teeth scraping skin in a pleasurable way. he must have said it, there must have been some sign. she just can't remember. she's still too scattered, she can still feel his mouth on hers. but now when she looks up at him, all she can focus on is his teeth covered in her blood. ] Remus. [ waaah panic. she's not running for the door, she's just standing there, trying to make sense of this. ] What did you just do? Why- Why did you need your mask? What did you do? [ she can feel her blood slipping down her hand and she's forced to lift it towards her shoulder, so she turns her body, tries to keep it out of sight ]
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You-- you said to bite you-- and I did, you said you wanted the bite-- and I could turn you, we could be werewolves together--
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Is that what this is? That's what- [ okay now she's really panicking. gasping for breath, again, like she should be crying but it's just not happening yet. ] I never meant that you could turn me, I said I would try, try and shift to- This isn't what I meant! [ she can already feel her body starting to react. it's like.. when she drank alcohol for the fist time, her body tried to right itself, tried to purge whatever foreign substance was being put into her body. ] What's going to happen? How does it work? Is that- [ her foot steps out when she feels her body start to rock, shuts her eyes again ] I think I need to sit down.
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I-- I bite someone and they turn. I don't know how it works if I'm human-- I've never turned anyone before. Raven, I thought you wanted it, I'm-- god, I'm sorry-- but I can find you some bandages, I can get you something for the wound--
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I won't. I promise I won't.
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she hears the door slide open behind her, and she steps back into the hallway, finally bringing her wrist back in front of her so she can wrap up one of her sleeves around it. which stings like hell, but she's not walking around the ship with a bite mark on her arm. ] Just- [ and before she goes; ] Take off the mask, Remus. Please. You don't need that thing for people to see who you really are. You don't. [ becAUSE IT MAKES YOU CRAZY ] I'll see you later. [ maybe. depending on how this whole bite thing pans out for her. and with that, she backs out of his room and heads for the lift. ]