Falling

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iamthefirechild:

“Fine.” Annoyingly, her anger was starting to fade; she bit at her lip and stalked the two steps necessary to face him, sticking her hands under his shirt and jerking upward. “Arms.” Obediently he lifted his arms, and she pulled the black fabric off in one smooth motion, damping his pain for that second. She considered turning the water on cold, but decided she wasn’t feeling /that/ vicious, and pointed. “In. Now,” before turning the water on full hot.

Quietly, Victor got up and sank into the tub, cringing and taking a sharp intake at the temperature of the water. He was careful to hold onto the sides of the tub so that he didn’t slip back and hit his head again. He turned and looked at her with big honey gold eyes. ” ‘m sorry love.”

Summer sighed. “Mostly I’m angry because for a human that amount of alcohol would have killed you, and /you’re not human/. So I don’t even know if you might have given yourself alcohol poisoning, or anything.” She knelt beside the bath, picking up a washcloth and wetting it before gently rubbing at the blood on his head. “There’s just too much I don’t know about you, and I think that has to change, Victor.”

The shock of the water was starting to sober him up a bit, that and the searing pain in his head. “Well, as far as I know, there are very few things that can kill me and alcohol isn’t one of them. But obviously enough of it can cause some serious damage. I had a problem with alcohol when I was younger though, before I was a vampire. It started after I killed her,” Victor shuddered, “I couldn’t control myself, just one glass after another until I finally kicked it. It came back though apparently.” He looked up at her. “What do you want to know?”

Most of the blood was gone, and she could see now that it was just a little cut that would likely heal on its own with no trouble. Dropping the cloth in the water, she cut the heat with a little cold, and laid her hands to Victor’s temples. Painblocks were easy. “When I take this off, you have to sleep. Start with the person you killed. The memory that started this.”