#for some reason whoever had that system put in didn't think that upstairs needed it

[quicksilversquared]

We're in a weird temperature position here where it's not hot enough consistently enough to have the AC (window units) put in yet, but we've had a hot couple of days and my room is sitting at 85 degrees. The only way to cool it down is to have to window open.... and my roommates are all 'ooh hot weather better go and smoke like a chimney out on the porch' like can you not? The second my window is closed, my room starts heating up at least 5x faster than it's been cooling down. I already slept like shit last night and my room was over 5 degrees cooler by this point yesterday.

(at least the high tomorrow is 10 degrees below today, and then it drops another nearly 10 degrees for the next day- maybe I'll actually get some tolerable temperatures in here and be able to sleep before my exam)

[ashnadir]

thisbrutalbelle:

           Watching him was like watching someone else. In all the ways Bella had pictured Iann as a vampire she’d never pictured him drinking blood. Irrational as that was it encapsulated Bella’s thinking in general. She imagined things in the most perfect of ways, the perfect vision of Iann as a vampire involved him basically just being immortal and reading various books a whole lot faster than he currently did. Seeing him like this she needed to repeatedly remind herself that this was Iann, whatever dreams she had come up with for mere fanciful fun weren’t going to change the reality of things. Vampires needed blood. Even when they were also her adored father figure.

          However it was getting quite draining for Bellamy to keep feeding Matt as Iann himself fed. The more Iann drank, the more Matt did, and while Bella could heal herself a whole lot of that was contingent on the amount of blood in her own system. The more that was removed from her system, the slower it was replaced. A faintness came about her but Bella pushed through knowing she could handle her hunger better than Iann could and that if she did get desperate she could open the bottles of her own blood dolls she had put away.

         Thankfully Iann stopped, rolling to the side of Matt’s body and speaking with blood over his face. God his mustache did not suit blood. His feelings were also not Bellamy’s own. She had never felt sick even a little and honestly she hadn’t felt that bad in the beginning about drinking from people or even killing them. Now she might, depending on the person and the circumstance but Matt was fine, Iann had no reason to feel terribly.

        “It’s fine,” Bellamy assured him as she pulled her wrist from Matt whose neck was healing but whose heart had also slowed ridiculously down and was, mostly, unconscious. Iann had drunk more than Matt would have had on his own if not for Bellamy. Fortunately he had enough of her in his system that if he were to rest for a few hours he would be back to full health, if a little hungry. 

         Standing herself she, once again, pushed her fingers through Iann’s hair, knowing that wiping the blood off his face wouldn’t work with the sheer amount. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get in the bath? I’ll look after Matt and join you, I’ll bring up a bottle of blood too, you’ll probably still be hungry even if you don’t think you are now,” she tried to assure him as best she knew how, by having a fucking plan. Once Matt was put down somewhere proper to rest she could ignore the blood on the floor and properly comfort Iann. 

         “I’m going to make sure no one gets hurt while you’re like this. No one who shouldn’t be hurt anyway. If we find whoever put those teeth under my floorboards, another story,” Bella described, hoping to make him smile even for second.

Iann felt unnatural.  Which - well duh, he wasn't just a vampire, he was some sort of fakey-cursed vampire.  But Iann wasn't adjusting very well to this experience of unnatural.   Iann's sense of self, his ability to change and adapt while still retaining his Iannness - was now missing.  

He didn't know what or who he felt like now.  Unnatural was the only way to describe it.  He wasn't sure how to behave.  He was no longer human, and all Iann knew was how to be a human.  Who was Iann, now that he had super-strength, super-speed, super long life?  Now that he had incredible power? Someone scary.  Someone who frightened Iann.

Blood-wet hands uselessly wiped at the sticky wet blood on his face, and Iann fell into obedience.   "Okay," he said to Bellamy, when she suggested he take a bath.  Pivoting on his heel, Iann shuffled awkwardly towards Bellamy's bathroom.  

"Thanks," he called over his shoulder, as Bellamy assured him that she wouldn't let him hurt anyone else.  Right now, Iann couldn't really care less about other people, he was so caught up in his shock. (But later when he was calmer, Iann would be deeply grateful to Bellamy's foresight).  He missed her joke completely, only realizing she was making one when he turned on the shower.  

"Water doesn't wash blood," Iann said to no one, and then started to hunt around the bathroom.  "En- an enzyme cleaner. Bellamy must have some.  Or - or - or maybe some sort of witch...some potion.  Something magical?  Something...lemme find...she must have something to clean blood...she didn't even know how vampires were made.  How would she know how to...?  No, if Bellamy knows anything, it would be how to clean blood." 

 Shoving some glass bottles aside, Iann moved a little too fast and a little too hard and one of the poor bottles fell onto the tile and shattered.  Slowly Iann picked up one of the shards, and stared at it curiously.  He drew it against his arm, hissing through his fangs from the sharp pain, fascinated as the long cut he made healed up along behind the glass in his skin. 

“What else doesn’t Bellamy know?” Iann asked his arm, as he dragged the glass across it.   How did he never realize?

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