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Post by kirstiana on Mar 24, 2008 15:57:26 GMT -5
Dr. Kirstiana Morgan turned her head from side to side cracking her neck as her office door shut behind her last patient of the day. Most psychiatrists would kill to have a patient with multiple personalities disorder, what they failed to realize was that treating four people at once was rather a pain. Luckily only two of the four personalities were unstable. Today she'd spoken with Christy the 5 year old and Jessica the overprotective angry personality. The hour had seemed to last forever, needless to say.
Packing up her things, she zipped her breifcase and stood stretching her back pausing when she heard the bell to the front door, "I'm sorry we're closed." She frowned as she heard whimpering, it was probably Adam back to beg her to walk him across the street once more. The poor man's phobia of crossing the street became near debilitating at times, "Hold on Adam I'll be right out."
Grabbing her things she walked out of her office into the waiting room, "Adam, why didn't you take the cab back?" She walked to where she heard the whimpers.
A woman's voice shook as she gasped, "Please help, he bit me."
A look of confusion crossed Kirsta's face as she touch the woman's shoulder feeling it was warm, wet and sticky. Then she smelled it, the strong scent of blood. Her stomach turned as her sensitive fingertips followed the blood up the woman's neck to two distinct holes. Swallowing she removed her hand and pulled her dress shirt off revealing her white tank top underneath. Balling the dress shirt up and going by memory she placed the waded up shirt against the wound putting direct pressure on it, "Who bit you?" she forced her voice to stay calm. The last thing she needed was this woman going farther into shock.
A tremor went through the woman's body as she whispered, "The vampire." and went limp under Kirsta's hand falling to the floor.
Kneeling quickly Kirsta searched finding the woman's arm and went up to the neck wound covering it once more and grabbing her cell phone with her free hand shakily, "I need an ambulance at the Reed's Psychiatric Clinic on 5th street. I have a woman with two punctures to the neck she is unresponsive at this time. It feels like she's lost a lot of blood. No I don't know how much I'm blind, just get here."
A short time later the ambulance arrived, Kirsta walked out with the cot her hand on it to guide her to the ambulance, "Head to Bellevue Hospital it's the closest trauma center. I'm going with you she was having some sort of dillusions just before she went unresponsive."
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 25, 2008 18:39:04 GMT -5
Hannibal smiled evilly as he walked calmly down the street, in pursuit of his prey. He liked to make a game of it, make them think they actually had a chance. They never did. Hannibal always got his man, or in this case, woman.
He turned the corner and sighed. Ambulences. Great. Somebody found her. Bitch. Hannibal jogged over to the back of the ambulence, drawing the large blade that was at his back. He was going to slaughter all of them, and then eat their flesh. That qwas the weird thing about Hannibal, he didn't just drink blood, he ate flesh. Hannibal moved swiftly and silently, killing all of them withing minutes, and laying down their bodies on the street. Hannibal did not permit messy and loud killings, drew too much attention, so his work was quiet. He turned to the pretty girl, raised his blade, about to strike. Wait, this girl's a psychologist. This could be fuuuuuun. God knows I;ve got my problems. He lowered his blade and walked over to the doctor, looking at the practice behind her to get the name. Hello, Dr. Morgan. He put on his most charming smile and walked over to her, noticing that she was blind and making his usually light footsteps heavy, anouncing his official arrival.
"Hello. My name is Hannibal Lecter. I was wondering if I could start sessions with you?" His tone was polite as can be with a slight british accent and a metallic undertone, from underuse. "You see, I've been having these strange urges to..." he paused to think of something them smiled again, "to drink blood. I was wondering if you could help me get rid of these urges." He knew it was a bogus illness. Hell, he'd been a doctor for about five hundred years.
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Post by kirstiana on Mar 25, 2008 21:33:16 GMT -5
When the cot stopped and the paramedics never responded to her directions, Kirsta swallowed hard. Her gut twisted, something wasn't right. The smell of blood became overwhelming and her hand moved to the collapsible baton she kept in her back pocket. Turning she faced the footsteps approaching her, at the same time her hand moving up the patient to discover the woman's throat had been cut. Kirsta paled feeling ill, how'd this happen? It couldn't have not this fast, not without any sound of movement. Not so fast there hadn't been any screams.
Unaware the man approaching was the culprit her voice came out weakly as the world started to spin. Kneeling she found the dead medics and shook, "Call 911, they're de..." She rose slowly feeling for the cot and back around it putting it between her and the man, he should be able to see the bodies. He knew they were there and wasn't saying anything. Kirsta pulled out her baton snapping it open. Her voice coming out strong, "Get away from me. I can't see you so there's no reason to... did you say you drink blood?" Her voice drifted at the end, the woman said she was bit. He said he drank blood, it couldn't be there was no such thing. Her steps faltered slightly as she kept walking backwards a dangerous thing for someone that was blind, "There's no such thing as vampires."
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 27, 2008 13:02:00 GMT -5
Hannibsl chuckled lightly, slipping into his human character perfectly and lacing his laugh with a ligh concern. He took a step closer, feigning that he had no idea what was going on. "I assure Dr. Morgan, that I have no idea what you're talking about." Hannibal took a tentative step closer to the frightened woman. What dead bitch must have said something about vampires. Well, there's no truth in whatever she said. Lecter smiled maniacly, knowing that Morgan couldn't see him.
He bent down close to the blind woman, taking no notice of the gurney with his seven foot five inches height. His head close to her ear and was suddenly on the other side of the gurney, standing behind her with his hands behind his back and his malicious smile close to her ear. "Why, of course. Dr. Morgan, there's no such thing as vampires," his voice was a soft breath of a whisper in her ear and he leaned in. From afar, it looked like he was going to kiss her neck, but he just pressed his overlarge canine fangs against her warm flesh.
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Post by kirstiana on Mar 27, 2008 21:36:04 GMT -5
Kirstiana shut her blind eyes in an attempt to gain control over the world spinning around her, not that it helped a blind woman very much, "What did you do to them?" her voice demanded. She could feel herself floating slightly and suprisingly for a human managed to maintain control while he was still on the other side of the cot facing her. She gathered her strength what was left of it after her fear drained her energy and swung for his head wiith the batton, only to meet dead air.
She felt sick when she heard movement behind her, but couldn't turn fast enough. In shock the baton dropped out of her hand and she grabbed the cot for support fighting the darkness that was calling her to mental safety, "It would take a coward to kill a blind woman." she gritted out as he spoke. She tried staying conscious when his fangs raked over the sensitive skin on her neck. Unfortunately she only managed to do so long enough for a tremor to shoot through her body before everything went black and she fell backwards towards the killer.
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 28, 2008 13:16:28 GMT -5
Hannibal let a strained sounding giggle escape his lips. "It would take a coward to kill a blind woman." "How true. Kristiana." And he caught her when she fell back. It was all going according to plan, he had the woman who had robbed him of his first real meal in three months, in his clutches. He quickly, silently, lifted her up into his arms, carrying her like a husband carries his new wife. [[[ooc. I hope it's alright, but I'm going to make a few hours pass.]]]
Hannibal sat on the couch in the room with the unconsious girl. Is she EVER gonna wake up? She's been out for ere a coupla hours. He had been to so many countries, in so many different periods of time, that his speech patterns were hard o read, laced with all kinds of accents. Irish, British, New York, and even some Medieval European. He avoided sunny countries, for the obvious reasons. Still, being of a supernatural species, he didn't stop renewing his psychiatrist's licence every ten years. He kept suspician off of him by changing his appearance and saying that he was a long line of Hannibal Lecters, the first one dating back to over five hundred years ago. Hannibal sat on his couch, facing his bed, where Dr. Morgan was laying. His security was lax, because a blind woman was no match for an experienced Death Dealer.
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Post by kirstiana on Mar 28, 2008 19:00:35 GMT -5
Kirsta woke slowly her mind drifting from her dreams to the reality of what she had heard and felt just before she had passed out. Being careful not to move or change her breathing pattern she stayed calm listening to the room around her recognizing the feel of being in a bed. She could hear him breathing. For an hour she passed time weighing her options and her best chance for survival. She had to assume the obvious psych pt had her somewhere.
He had to be a psych pt, she was guessing he was a schizophrenic with delusions of being a vampire. She wondered how hard he'd had to work to get his teeth that sharp. Deciding feigning supressed memory of what had recently occured was her best chance, she let herself wince at the pounding headache that was getting worse by the minute from stress and sat up slowly.
Opening her eyes she looked around slowly feeling along the bed, but not getting up on the chance he was a paranoid schizo and worried sudden movement would bring on any paranoia he had, "Hello?" Her voice came out quietly as she listened for movement of the breath sounds and an answer, "Where am I?" Her voice was filled with calm curiousity something that was highly practiced. One thing psychiatrists learned very quickly, acting. It was a necessity when dealing with psych pt's and particularly when the police department contacted you fairly regularly for killer profiles. If you showed fear you were dead with them.
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Mar 30, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
Hannibal was impressed. She didn't have the groggy influence of one who had just gotten up in her voice, so she must have been up for a while. Very impressive. She is a good actress. He got up, smiling slightly as she feigned ignorance of what happened. "Hello. You are in my humble home," he said, deciding to play along with her. "My name is Hannibal Lecter, and you're Dr. Morgan. I read it on the ID in your wallet."
Hannibal stood up, bowing even though he knew that she could not see his polite gesture. "I wonder, what were you doing in the middle of the road, moaning something about dead bodies and vampires?" Hannibal's face broke into a smirk as he said the words, very good at desguising the sarcasm and resentment in his voice. He walked over to her, sitting down on the other side of the bed where she remained sitting. Probobly thinks I'm a nutcase. Can't blame her though. She is a psychologist. He stood up again, getting a little fidgetty and held his hand out to her, touching her arm lightly so she would know it was there. "Would you like something to eat? I'll lead you to the kitchen if you want." He hadn't figured out his plan yet fully and decided to play it safe while he was figuring it out.
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Post by kirstiana on Mar 31, 2008 22:01:10 GMT -5
Hannibal Lecter? The Hannibal Lecter; Kirsta forced away the shiver that threatened to run through her system. He died centuries ago, but that death had never been confirmed. The man had been a brilliant psychiatrist and absolutely insane at the same time. The word vampires hit her again, but she refused to react to it. This was all some terrible nightmare, it had to be. Hannibal Lecter was dead and there was no such thing as vampires. Feeling his hand on her arm she turned her head towards him unable to hide the shiver.
As soon as the shiver escaped she knew her act was blown completely if not sooner. Knowing the jig was up she spoke frankly, "You're delusional. Dr. Hannibal Lecter died centuries ago and was deemed clinically insane before he did. Granted he had a great deal of insight when it came to serial killers and sociopaths... I would dare to go as far to say that without him criminal psychological profiling of such persons wouldn't be nearly as proficient as it is today. He was a pioneer so to speak, however it was later revealed that his knowledge and insight came from his own level of insanity. It's not humanly possible that you are he."
She swallowed, she needed to give him a reason not to kill her. Sucking up all the courage she had she rested her hand over his. "With that said if it were. If vampires existed and you the supposed Dr. Lecter were one that would explain a great deal and you would not be insane at all. It would mean that you were simply surviving. My only guess if that were the case is that you haven't kill me yet because as a fellow psychiatrist I'm a kindred spirit of sorts with my background in criminal profiling and I am one of the few human beings that would understand you. In essence you're lonely. In either case I'm not sure what prospect frightens me more being with a delusional schizophrenic homicidal sociopath or a lonely centuries old vampire with his lifelong work being in psychiatry."
She curled her hand into his, praying he didn't decide to kill her on the spot and would be intrigued enough to keep her alive till she could escape. Forcing a polite smile she spoke, "As for the offer of something to eat I am hungry as long as it's not human, is dead and cooked or vegetables, fruit, etc and blood is not on the menu either. The offer is greatly appreciated." her polite smile turned to slight humor, hoping he would catch the joke and respect her thought and wit in her answer.
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Post by †Hannibal†Lecter† on Apr 5, 2008 15:02:53 GMT -5
Hannibal smiled and let a chuckle escape his mouth when he heard Dr. Morgan recite his personal history. This is very interesting. And to think, I was just going to eat her. Eh, she's a little skinny, probably not a very good meal, though she does seem to be able to blush quite a bit. He was laughing for a reason that nobody under the age of three-hundred could understand: he had been around long enough to see many changes in the human race, but their essence never changed. Hannibal closed his long fingers around her curled hand and sat down again. "You're delusional. Dr. Hannibal Lecter died centuries ago and was deemed clinically insane before he did. Granted he had a great deal of insight when it came to serial killers and sociopaths... I would dare to go as far to say that without him criminal psychological profiling of such persons wouldn't be nearly as proficient as it is today. He was a pioneer so to speak, however it was later revealed that his knowledge and insight came from his own level of insanity. It's not humanly possible that you are he." He laughed again. "You are not a very good hostage, Dr. Morgan. One rule of thumb, do NOT call your captor delusional. It's just not polite, and it doesn't make a very good insentive for said captor, to keep you alive. Not that I loose my control that easily." Hannibal was making her sweat, and he could smell fear on her. Her body posture screamed disbelief and he was intent on changed that. "With that said if it were. If vampires existed and you the supposed Dr. Lecter were one that would explain a great deal and you would not be insane at all. It would mean that you were simply surviving. My only guess if that were the case is that you haven't kill me yet because as a fellow psychiatrist I'm a kindred spirit of sorts with my background in criminal profiling and I am one of the few human beings that would understand you. In essence you're lonely. In either case I'm not sure what prospect frightens me more being with a delusional schizophrenic homicidal sociopath or a lonely centuries old vampire with his lifelong work being in psychiatry."
[/i] Hannibal immediently tensed every muscle in his body. His jaw was working and he was fighting not to clench his hands and crush her curled hand. He took several deep breaths, controlling himself enough not to loose it. "Dr. Morgan. I will not tolerate some wannabe psycho-annylist trying to delve into my mind. I am the foster father to a wonderful child, half vampire half human, named Kahen. I picked you up solely to entertain me. I will throw you back on the street if you insist on insulting me with this..." his voice was a hiss as he told the ignorant doctor off. He cut his rant off, one: because he couldn't go on without doing something, two: because he had to get up and leave this infuriating woman for a moment. Hannibal got up abruptly, having to remind himself to let go on Kristiana's hand before standing to his full seven foot height. "If you value your pathetic life, you will forgive me for a moment. I have to do something. It would be very unwise for you to wander." His words were short and choppy, turing to ice as they left his lips. With that, Hannibal stalked out of his bedroom, leaving Kristiana alone in the small room.[/center] Hannibal walked down the hall, fuming at the insolence of the girl in his bedroom. He was also angry because he had allowed himself to get angry. He had shown this doctor his weakness. He was not one of those lonely vampires, picking up girls just to get a quick job. How dare she think that. I mean, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Is there no more faith in the world?! He came to a black door at the end of a secret-ish turnoff of the main hall, and opened the door. He swept into the dark room, there were no windows in this part of the house, and stripped off his jacket, exposing his thin, but muscled, white chest. Angry red welts from a long off fight stood out clearly on his stomach and sides. He tossed his shirt off to the side and went over to the punching back in the middle of the room. This was a normal punching bag, but it was reinforced with steel a few inches into the stuffing. The chain attaching it to the ceiling was reinforced steel, mixed with iron to keep it from flying off. He stood absolutely still for about one minute, then attacked it with a fury that would have been impossible to have been contained in a human body.[/color][/blockquote] [[wow, I'm inspired today]]
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