iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

For the first time, Summer was headed to Victor’s house. Given his address, it was easy to get there, and she sang contentedly along to her music during the drive. She was hoping to surprise him, though how easy that would be she didn’t know.

As it turned out, it was easy. Terrifyingly easy.

She’d probed a little bit, before she even got out of the car, since she’d actually expected him to come outside when she drove up. The sense of his unconsciousness startled her, and she flung herself into the house, jaw dropping at the sight of so many bottles. Could vampires get alcohol poisoning? Was that why he was unconscious? “Shit,” she swore, under her breath.

When she finally found him, untidily sprawled on the floor, it was almost a relief. Getting him anywhere else would be a pain, but he didn’t appear to have choked on vomit or anything. Did vampires bleed? Damn, there was too much she didn’t know! She knelt beside him, brushing hair away from his face. “Victor, darling?” she said softly.

Victor’s eyes fluttered open and he smelled blood, his own. He tried to make his hand move to touch his head and was frustrated when his hand moved slower than he wished it would. When his hand finally came back into his blurry field of vision it was covered in a red sticky substance, blood. “Fuck,” he grunted and suddenly he was aware of another presence. He rolled on his side to see who it was and was overcome by a wave of pain. The image of the person next to him looked vaguely like Summer, and the only thing that made him sure that it was her was her scent. He exhaled shakily, still a little drunk. ”‘Ello Summah. Wot’re you doin’ ‘ere?”

The sudden thickness of his accent surprised a choked laugh out of her. “I was coming to surprise you,” she answered, sliding back a little so he could lie on his back. “But I found you like this! What’s going on, Victor darling?” Carefully she spidered her fingers over his head, searching for the spot that was cut. “I think you hit your head pretty hard. Can you sit up?”

Victor’s vision was still a little blurry which worried him but he focused on her words. “I fink so,” he mumbled then let out a startled yelp when she touched his head. “Bloody ‘ell tha’ ‘urt.” 

After letting out a sigh he paused a moment then tried to sit up and ended up more slouching against the wall than anything else. “You were gonna surprise me? Well ‘m sorry this is wot you got.”

He cast his eyes down suddenly ashamed. “I’d been doin’ so well y’know? An’ then I’d started rememberin’ an’ well tha’ turned into a glass of scotch which turned inta 6 an’ then a few more bottles.” Victor looked her in the eye, “I know I ‘ave a problem, I thought I’d kicked it but apparently ‘m not as in control as I thought.”

“/Six/?” Summer gaped at Victor. “You fucking IDIOT. You — you — ” She couldn’t even find the wherewithal to swear at him, she was so shocked. “That’s not a problem, Roth, that’s practically suicide. Gods give me strength, /why didn’t you tell me about this sooner/?” Her voice vibrated with suppressed emotion.

She put her hands down on the floor, bracing herself while she took deep breaths. Heat moved under her skin, begging to be let out. “Get up.” She moved smoothly to her feet in one motion. “Get up, and lean on me. I’ll — I’ll deal with that later. Right now, you are getting in the bath, and I am sobering you up.”

iamvictor-roth:

iamthefirechild:

iamvictor-roth:

It had happened so easily that at the time, for a split second, it had scared him. How quickly he had reached for the tumbler and scotch, slamming down one after the other. He’d made the mistake of remembering, of taking that damned trip down memory lane. Then again, by the time he had realized it was a bad idea he was already on his 6th glass and working on more. Even when he was human it took a considerable amount to get him drunk but he didn’t know how his vampirism would affect his tolerance. Victor lost count of how many glasses he had had. Bottles were strewn about and for the life of him he couldn’t drown out the memories. He couldn’t drown out the blood; he was soaked in it and so was her dress. How long ago was it? 5 years? 10? A lifetime? He was too far gone to remember anymore. Shakily he got up and started to make his way up the stairs to his bedroom but stopped in the hallway when he saw his reflection in a mirror. He looked like shit. Victor squinted and took a step closer to the mirror only to trip, and hit his head hard on the marble table lining the wall. Apparently he’d had enough to drink to dull all of his reflexes and soon the darkness took over his sight.

For the first time, Summer was headed to Victor’s house. Given his address, it was easy to get there, and she sang contentedly along to her music during the drive. She was hoping to surprise him, though how easy that would be she didn’t know.

As it turned out, it was easy. Terrifyingly easy.

She’d probed a little bit, before she even got out of the car, since she’d actually expected him to come outside when she drove up. The sense of his unconsciousness startled her, and she flung herself into the house, jaw dropping at the sight of so many bottles. Could vampires get alcohol poisoning? Was that why he was unconscious? “Shit,” she swore, under her breath.

When she finally found him, untidily sprawled on the floor, it was almost a relief. Getting him anywhere else would be a pain, but he didn’t appear to have choked on vomit or anything. Did vampires bleed? Damn, there was too much she didn’t know! She knelt beside him, brushing hair away from his face. “Victor, darling?” she said softly.

Victor’s eyes fluttered open and he smelled blood, his own. He tried to make his hand move to touch his head and was frustrated when his hand moved slower than he wished it would. When his hand finally came back into his blurry field of vision it was covered in a red sticky substance, blood. “Fuck,” he grunted and suddenly he was aware of another presence. He rolled on his side to see who it was and was overcome by a wave of pain. The image of the person next to him looked vaguely like Summer, and the only thing that made him sure that it was her was her scent. He exhaled shakily, still a little drunk. ”‘Ello Summah. Wot’re you doin’ ‘ere?”

The sudden thickness of his accent surprised a choked laugh out of her. “I was coming to surprise you,” she answered, sliding back a little so he could lie on his back. “But I found you like this! What’s going on, Victor darling?” Carefully she spidered her fingers over his head, searching for the spot that was cut. “I think you hit your head pretty hard. Can you sit up?”

iamvictor-roth:

It had happened so easily that at the time, for a split second, it had scared him. How quickly he had reached for the tumbler and scotch, slamming down one after the other. He’d made the mistake of remembering, of taking that damned trip down memory lane. Then again, by the time he had realized it was a bad idea he was already on his 6th glass and working on more. Even when he was human it took a considerable amount to get him drunk but he didn’t know how his vampirism would affect his tolerance. Victor lost count of how many glasses he had had. Bottles were strewn about and for the life of him he couldn’t drown out the memories. He couldn’t drown out the blood; he was soaked in it and so was her dress. How long ago was it? 5 years? 10? A lifetime? He was too far gone to remember anymore. Shakily he got up and started to make his way up the stairs to his bedroom but stopped in the hallway when he saw his reflection in a mirror. He looked like shit. Victor squinted and took a step closer to the mirror only to trip, and hit his head hard on the marble table lining the wall. Apparently he’d had enough to drink to dull all of his reflexes and soon the darkness took over his sight.

For the first time, Summer was headed to Victor’s house. Given his address, it was easy to get there, and she sang contentedly along to her music during the drive. She was hoping to surprise him, though how easy that would be she didn’t know.

As it turned out, it was easy. Terrifyingly easy.

She’d probed a little bit, before she even got out of the car, since she’d actually expected him to come outside when she drove up. The sense of his unconsciousness startled her, and she flung herself into the house, jaw dropping at the sight of so many bottles. Could vampires get alcohol poisoning? Was that why he was unconscious? “Shit,” she swore, under her breath.

When she finally found him, untidily sprawled on the floor, it was almost a relief. Getting him anywhere else would be a pain, but he didn’t appear to have choked on vomit or anything. Did vampires bleed? Damn, there was too much she didn’t know! She knelt beside him, brushing hair away from his face. “Victor, darling?” she said softly.