There's No Such Thing As Vampires (OPEN)

[kirstiana]

Kirsta sat silently till he was out of the room and ruled out her first theory. If he were psychotic that rather large nerve she had struck hard would have sent him into a homocidal rage in all likelihood. Ignoring his advice she got up feeling for a wall and following it feeling furniture as she came to it. Finding a table she felt the paperwork and froze as her sensitive fingertips found a signed piece of paper. Turning it upside down she felt the signature. It matched the signed copy of a letter from the original Dr. Hannibal Lector that had been sent to a distant relative of hers centuries ago.

Biting her bottom lip she felt it again and shook her head in disbelief. Moving her hand she found more signed paperwork, same signature. Swallowing hard she stepped back quickly slamming into a bookshelf and jumping when one of the books slammed to the floor next to her. Bending she felt for it picking it up and resting it on one of the shelves. She needed to get out of here.

As she frantically felt her way in the direction of the door Hannibal had left from the room felt as if it were closing in around her till she finally reached the hall. She took a few deep breaths and stopped herself. If he wanted to kill her, he would have already. She shook her head she was thinking like a crazy person. Hannibal Lector was dead and that's all there was to it. Stepping further into the hall she listened for noise and tried remembering which direction she'd heard him go, then went the opposite way only to find a locked door she couldn't get out of.

This all had to be some sort of bad dream and if it wasn't... She turned facing the direction she had come from her skin deathly pale. If it wasn't she was trapped with a vampire. A vampire who claimed to be keeping her here to amuse him. Sitting on the floor she let that thought process sink in, not really caring how furious Lector could potentiially be finding her in the hallway when she'd been warned to stay put. It wasn't like she was hiding or snooping for that matter. She leaned back against the door and shut her eyes. They just couldn't be real...

[Beka Cooper]

((OOC: Geeze, Hannibal that is the longest post I've ever seen you type. How come you don't type that much for me...? lol. BiC:))

Rebakah knew that something was up. She felt weaker then ever. Despite the return of her powers, the Lycans had managed to get the last few drops of a poison that is designed to kill Hybrids. Rebakah was furious with herself. They had managed to get the poison into her blood with an arrow which had been shot through her right shoulder. At the moment she had not managed to find Calwyn or another draconlur strong enough to burn the poison out of her which was the only way that the poison could get out of her system. So far Rebakah had managed to keep the poison at bay by constant blood transfusions but that was not stopping it. But still she had lasted weeks were usually she would only last days. She was far stronger now that the full power of Selene's blood was running through her veins. Selene was powerful indeed.

Rebakah felt weak. She knew that she was dying. It was obvious. Though her powers were fifty times stronger then they usually were. Her body was weak to the point where the two colaspable battons, hidden under her shirt in her belt, had not come in for days for she had tried to stay away from a fight. The battons were her main weapon at the moment, that and a small dagger. But she was not dying from her body, even with the wound in her shoulder, also hidden by her black T-shirt, that was still the entire way through her bone and everything. She was dying from a tear in her heart, one that could not easily be fixed, and she knew it as well. Arwen always said that an injury of the spirit could kill you quicker then one of the body could, and now Rebakah could feel that very truth inside her. But this was not the trouble she sensed. The trouble was Hannibal.

Rebakah could sense his presense close by like a paperweight holding her down. As always, when you wish for peace, prepare for war. And war was what she had with that Cannibal. Rebakah ahd always found the irony of his name amusing. But not today. Stranger still. She could sense a mortal in the same house as him. That was even worse. If he found her amusing then she might live for a while but he would kill her or bite her eventually. And Rebakah was in a foul enough mood not to let that happen. Slowly she made her way around the deadly quiet streets until she was standing near the house that she could sense Hannibal and the mortal in. A woman, and scared to death, and blind, she could tell from her mind sense. Slowly she morphed into her hybrid form, skin turning a black-blue, even though most of itwas hidden by her black top, jeans and large army style black boots. Wings sprouted from her back and out through her T-shirt.

Her face kept most of it's features but her ears flattened slightly and so did her nose. Her eyes turned as raven black as her long hair which was still netly tied in it's plait. She raised her wings and quickly flew to where she could sense the scared woman. Slowly and silently, not making a single noise that Hannibal or the blind woman could hear she opened the window and snuck inside. She crept into the hallway, knowing that she had to keep quiet and do this quick otherwise Hannibal might smell or hear her. In teh ahllway sitting against the door she found the woman. Rebakah knew only one way to talk to her. Telepathy. The only way she could do this
Don't make a single noise. I am here to get you away from him. Whatever you do, don't speak or do anything that could indicate my presense here. Please, we don't have much time. Stand up as quiet as you can and come back into the room! Rebakahsaid to the woman through telepathy and hoped that the woman, even though she probably wouldn't trust the woman who had gotten in an almost inexcessable room, she hoped that the woman had enough common sense to do as she asked.

Rebakah could tell that Hannibal was obviously somewhere else in the house and in a rage. She could sense him and his anger as she sure as she could sense her own weakness. She knew that Calwyn would as well for the only reason that Rebakah could sense it was because Calwyn could. Her and her sister were ever more connected now that Calwyn had her memories back. Rebakah changed back into human form, knowing that she wouldn't need her hybrid one again... hopefully. Even so she could probably take hannibal on without the extra strength from that form. At least she knew that she had an advantage over Hannibal. He couldn't attack her without Calwyn knowing and thatw as sure to find him at the rage of his supposed girlfriend for although Rebakah hated him, he loved Calwyn, and that gave her leaverage.

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((OOC: Hope you guys don't mind be barging in by I couldn't resist Rebakah pissing off Hannibal like that. PLus I have been wanting to roleplay with you Kirstiana for your profile and posts in this thread are brillent))

[kirstiana]

lecter said:

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.
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(OOC: I won't be on again until at least monday. Away on vacation!)

Kirstiana moved instinctively away from the room. It was bad enough she was trapped in a building with a vampire she wasn't about to dance with someone who could talk in her head. Her movements were slow as she walked feeling the hallway wall towards the faint thumping sound down the hall where Hannibal was hitting the punching bag. Besides not trusting the person in the other room in the least, Lector now had her curiousity and the need to know side of her working. It wasn't every day that you had the chance to get to know one of the pioneers in a given career field, particularly ones thought dead centuries ago.

The secretish hall was difficult to keep secret with the constant thump guiding her into it. Her keen sense of hearing leading her to the room where Hannibal was at. As a courtesy warning she tapped on the door. Sneaking up on people, while she was good at it, was never wise for someone who couldn't see. Walking in she forced herself not to freeze in the doorway. From the sounds of it she'd royally pissed him off, something she imagined was unwise to do with a vampire.

Swallowing hard she followed the sounds of the punching bag swinging and the fist hitting it till she found the source and standing back far enough to avoid any elbows coming back in a wind up to hit the bag she rested a hand on his shoulder. The soft skin of her hand finding cool skin with hard muscle beneath. The touch in and of itself was an apology, and perhaps the best apology she'd been able to come up with over the years. Touch could sooth so much more than words at times. Still her voice came out quietly, "I'm sorry."

Despite the fact that she was keenly aware of how quickly he could kill her right now there was no fear in her voice. It was simply an apology and not one out of fear either. There was the tiniest hint of curiousity in her tone, but that was all. Testing the waters she cracked a mild joke, "I'd offer to hold the bag so you can see my face while you're imagining it, but judging by the sounds of your hits I'd end up on my behind very quickly." she smiled ever so slightly, "And I'm not so much a fan of flying."

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

[[ooc. sorry guys. I've been at Nascar(barf) and grounded)]]

Hannibal stopped when he felt more than heard Dr. Morgan's entrance into the room. Well, he settled down a bit, not wanting to accidentally fly off the handle and kill her right there, but he froze when she touched him. He wasn't expecting that and he was suprised. He turned his head to look at her, abandoning the nearly pulverized punching bag and swivelling underneath her warm hand. Human flesh is always so warm. So eager to bleed. Its just rising to the surface, begging to be freed. He shook his head and his sweaty hair shook around and clung back to his forhead, he was trying to clear his mind of those animal thoughts, but the thoughts were winning.
"What are you doing? I asked you not to wander." His voice was barely a whisper as he walked over to the bench on the other side of the room, picking up his shirt as he went and shrugging it on as he sat. Hannibal's footsteps were slightly louder than usual, just in case Dr. Morgan wanted to follow him.

Hannibal's ears suddenly pricked as he sensed some one in is house beside his welcome guest. He suddenly stood up again, his whole body re-tensed and his nostrils flared. He sniffed the air multiple times before frowning and running over to Dr. Morgan, gripping her be her shoulders tightly, his nose almost touching hers. "Have you heard anything in your mind? Some one saying I was evil and should die? Or anything like that? She is not your friend and I need you to tell me what she said excactly. Your life, and mine, depends on it." Hannibal's voice was still a whisper, but now it was tense and full of urgency. Beka.

[Beka Cooper]

((I understand. Sad that you didn't post in France though))

That overwhelming sense of Hannibals anger had stopped. She realized quickly that she hadn't properly been shielding her presense. He would know. He knew that she was here. Shit. that put a dint in saving the mortal, hopefully with a bit of damage to Lecter at the same time. That would make this task all so sweet. She couldn't believe it when the woman snuck down the hall though. Couldn't she tell the danger she was in. Being a prisoner of a morally challenged, cannablistic vampire with a rage issue was not as safe as some may think. Especially when blind and you don't actually believe in what the pityful mortals believed as supernatural. Why oh why did they always have to go towards danger? Not tht she didn't. Rebakah had a bad habit of finding danger, or more to the point, danger finding her.

Rebakah carefully sheilded herself from anyone and everyone. She felt a prick at her mind. Calwyn, or Arwen. She couldn't tell. It was more likely that Calwyn was trying to contact her then Arwen though for Arwen was still in a self imposed hibernation so that she could try and get her emotions and her powers under control. And Calwyn and Rebakah had been arguing a lot of late, in person and over telepathy. She blocked all contact from her mind and contacted to mortal woman again into her mind, trying to get her away from him. It would at least be a bit easier that way.
Miss. Morgan, She said politly, finding the womans name in her memories. I know you of all people understand how dangerous a sociopath is and especially a Cannabalistic one. That man is not to be trusted. You are in danger. Please, I am only trying to help. He will kill you if you stay. I will help you escape.

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Rebakah was careful only to say things that the woman would understand. Vampirism was probably a bit to far beyond her reality at the moment. Especially after being kidnapped. rebakah made her way silently down towards Lecter's presense, where she could sense him. She loved it how he could not propaly shield his mind. Her footsteps made not a single noise and she barely breathed either.Her sharp blue eyes saw everything as she made her way down. The door was open but she didn't enter just yet. She staied out of sight and made sure that she could still tell where Lecter was. And the woman. Morgan. Kristinana Morgan. That was her name. She could tell from the mortals memories. How she hoped that she would at least be able to hurt Lecter a little bit. Even though she knew that it would get her in troubel with Calwyn. She didn't care. She hated Lecter more then anything. Eventually she would kill him or die trying. Rebakah felt herself feeling weak and sick again from the poison and suppressed it. No problem. She could dealw ith it later.[/size][/blockquote]

[kirstiana]

Kirsta moved following him and sat down next to him talking quietly, "I wanted to apologize, what I said was rude and inappropriate at best. Curiosity also got the best of me." she admitted not ready to say outloud that vampires existed. For now the term curiousity would just have to do, since that was the closest she would come to verbally admitting him being a vampire was plausible let alone true. For mortals even a psychiatrists mind needed to work through new realities and information in steps so it wouldn't become overloaded and shut down in an attempt to protect it's known reality.

Hearing his questions about the voice made her frown. She'd been hoping she'd imagined if, unfortuantely that had not been the case. Leaning near him worried that person may be nearby she whispered, "She wanted me to be very quite and go back into the room." She frowned as her tongue slipped, she might has well admitt why she had been originally left the room. It would only help her gain trust later, "I was trying to escape, I was frightened and then I heard the voice in my head. At any rate, "she shook her head to clear the memory of panicking from her mind, "She said she was here to help me get away from you. She doesn't want you to know she's here and is asking me to come to her again." Putting a hand on his face, expert fingers read his worry lines searching for a reaction to her next statement, "She said you'll kill me if I don't leave."

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

Hannibal's face relaxed, at least he still had enough poise to know when his worst enemy was in his house. But he could not sense her now. She must have caught her mistake. He knew that all the Coopers (including the love of his life, Calwyn Cooper) could read minds. Hello, Beka. Why don't you come now and get me? Hmmm? You are buying time, and that's not like you. What's wrong, dear Rebeka? You're confusing an old man and that's not very nice. If you want to kill me so bad, come and get me. I'm waiting. Hannibal chuckled out loud because he didn't even know if she was listening. If she wasn't, then that would mean that he was just a paranoid old fart that'd let his mind go. Terrific.

He smiled at th frightened girl. "At least you're honest. And thank you, for proving quite the opposite of what you thought earlier. That I am not crazy. I knew that she was here. And you're admitting that you heard her may have given us both the chance to live." With def hand, Hannibal took the doctor's hands in his own, removing them from his face so he could walk freely.

He walked around the room in a wide circle, hoping that Beka would come out and just start the fight already, this waiting was killing him. He let his voice get expressive, showing Kristiana and Beka that he wasn't worried. "The voice you hear in your head, Dr. Morgan, is that of one Rebekah Cooper. Sister of the lovely Calwyn Cooper and my own personal nemissis," He stopped the circle close to Kristiana again, his hands behind his back and a cocky smile on his face, "Isn't that sweet? She's been trying to kill me for a while now. And now she thinks she can 'finish the job' so to speak." He slipped into the voice he used for lecturing pysch students without relizing it as he put a long arm around Kristiana.

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[Beka Cooper]

Rebakah knew that as soon as he projected his thoughts that he was expecting her to just come out and attack. Foolish move, Lecter she thought to herself, not letting her blood enemy hear. The feeling of her illness came up in her throat again, stronger this time. It wouldn't be long before she vomited up the familar puddle of thick red-black blood. She smiled when he said confusing an old man. His little tricks did not fool her anymore then they fooled a Lycan, as dumb a creature as they were. She was much smarter then them, even then him to a point. She decided to reveal herself as soon as he stopped, when he was looking away from the door. Carefully she positioned herself in the entrance to the room, bobbing down with her arms resting causally on her knees, perfectly balenced.

"Well, well, Lecter returns to the world of the immortals. Or what's left of it. It's been a while, Lecter. Decided to go out and play with a few more mortals while your little girlfriend couldn't sense you? How many did you kill this time, I know how much you like the taste of the flesh of your own kind?" She teased. She wasn't worried at all. Besides her weakened and ill body, she was far more powerful then she had ever been. The blood of the first immortal ran through her viens along with many others. She still felt sick though, and her dull eyes showed it.
"I wasn't lying when I said that he would kill you, Kristiana, by the way. He was the one that bit that woman in the street. A horrific act. Even I do not go around torturing mortals, Lecter. I thought that you would be more civilised then that?"

[kirstiana]

Hearing Rebekah in the doorway Kirstiana spun facing her direction. She could face her directly, but she didn't want either Hannibal nor the woman to know just how good her hearing really was so instead her head moved slowly as if keyed in to her general location, but not quite pinpointing it. When the woman spoke outloud Kirsta's eyes looked at the woman directly though she couldn't see her.

Reminded of the woman Kirsta tensed, but stayed where she was not making any attempt to move away from Hannibal's arm. Her voice was cool and calm as she spoke, "I'll take my chances with him. I know what he's capable of, I've read my history. If he wanted me dead he would have killed me already. At least with him I know what he is." The hand that was free moved slowly behind her till it touched a broom handle. She noted the distance to grab it and put her hand on her hip in a relaxed fashion.

[†Hannibal†Lecter†]

Hannibal could feel his temper rising as Rebekah talked. His arm around Kristiana tightened until he noticed that he was about to break some ribs soon and loosened it. His voice remained cool and collected as he said, "Well, yes. I have decided to grace the world with my presense yet again. I left for a couple of months and everything went to Hell, as I understand it. You let Cameron get to Calwyn. Very nice thing for a sister to do huh? Yes, Dr. Morgan, I did kill all those people, but they did not suffer. Accept for that poor girl. But, she made the mistake of running before I was finished." He smirked and sneered and went on with his speech. "And don't pretend to be such a little angel Beka, like you've never killed for the fun of it." He disengaged himself from Kristiana to talk closer to Beka, his hands behind his back and making weird little signs to himself, not knowing what else to do with his hands.

He was looking for one of the knived he usually had in his back pocket, it was coated with poison. "Come now, Beka, let's settle this like adult, shall we?"

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