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[Eliot is being a moody vampire again. After video chats with Winry and then Rip, he's a scared pink mess and not having a good time. Now upset about the fact he drank blood from a friend, and knowing Rip is probably going to find him soon, he is actually behaving like his has a bucket list to check off. Because have you seen Rip angry? His immortality won't matter when she finds him.]

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Um... I'm sorry to bother everyone. I'm looking for the friends of Ms Winry? I need to talk to you...

I, um. Am a vampire, if that helps direct the conversation..? Anyway. I need to talk quickly. I don't know if Ms Rip can track cellphone signals. I might be dead in an hour.

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[And as soon as he can, Eliot decides he does actually have to show up at his apartment. He's been avoiding it for days, but what Rip told him was worrisome. On his way home, Eliot is noticeably tired and lethargic. He's also carrying bags from the butcher's shop and hopes no one will look inside of them. He's bringing blood back to the apartment and it's hard to explain this kind of shopping trip.

When he gets close to his apartment, Eliot is taken out by his excited Crobat when she zooms out the apartment window. So in the end, there is Eliot collapse on the apartment lawn with a now leaking bag of blood. He can't do anything right.]

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[Was she paying attention to network chatter after their conversation? Damn right she was. Rip had been on the move, looking through the city for him and just wander waiting for something to ping her sense. So yes, she was very, very much on the hunt and eventually wandering her way back to the apartment complex as if tracking him like a bloodhound.

One that was very much staying out of sight until the right moment.

That moment came when he ended up on the lawn with a broken bag of blood and Rip suddenly appearing over him with a very fang filled grin.]

You should know better zhan to run from a huntress. I haf been hunting longer zhan I've been a vampire.

[Of course, she would find him here. And like this. Amelie is still sitting on his chest and squeaking for attention when Rip appears. The purple bat can't turn her next much, but she does hiss protectively.

Eliot has the sense to sit himself up and wrap both arms around his Pokemon before she gets them both killed.]

I wasn't running. [Ignoring his shuddering courage, he recalls Amelie to her Pokeball and stands himself up. With as much calm as he can manage, he picks up the bag of blood.] I don't have time to talk to you, sorry.

[Considering Rip lived in the complex as well? It was only a matter of time. As for the crobat, she ignores the little protective creature. If she wanted a fight, she'd happily send her woobat after it later. Hilde could use the exercise.

But, that wasn't her focus right now as she watched him get up and collect the bag.]

You veren't running hm? Zhat's funny because your room doesn't look like it's been slept in lately.

Besides, vhether or not you haf time or not isn't important because you are going to make time.

[She may be stepping out in front of him and blocking his path. She's determined, can he tell?]

Now, you are going to deliver zhe blood, und zhen ve are going to spend quality time togezher even if I haf to break both your legs und drag you to Everglade myzelf.

[He's struggling to hold himself together. Eliot knows her threat holds real weight. She really would break his legs if that was what it took. There's a real chance of being hurt and it is quite effective. He will never forget how it feels to be hurt and scared into doing what someone wants of him, no matter how much hypnosis he uses.

Gripping the bag in shaking hands, Eliot lowers his head.]

I won't... I won't hunt, if that's what you want. Forg-get it. [Bracing for pain.]

[Rip can practically taste the fear rolling off of him and she couldn't like, it made him taste like prey to her senses which was a very dangerous thing for anyone to be around her in general. Factor in her anger at him and it was a deadly combination for the little pink vampire.

And..if this had been a year ago, She wouldn't have hesitated in doing just what she threatened with joy nor a second thought. However, Rip...was still working on her control.

She growled and moved closer to grab his chin and force him to look up at her. It may hurt a bit, but nowhere near the pain she could inflict if she chose to.]

...I am teaching you to hunt. I am not azking you to kill, just feed brat. I'll do zhe hard vork, you just feed on vat I bring you. It iz about time you learned how to properly take care of yourzelf, despite vat you say.

Ve may be different kinds of vampires, but, I vill not tolerate veakness around me. It vill make me vant to kill you und zhat vould hurt Auggie. Zomething, I dearly do not vish to do.

Eliot... Why are you looking for my friends?

[Because hell if she knows right now.]

[The fear from this pink vampire only becomes more visible. He knows very well that Rip is strong. She could snap his neck if she wanted, and that is about the only way to completely kill him. Being forced to look at her just fills him with new levels of fear and panic. He's helpless, and he hates that.]

Y, Yes. I... u-underst-stand. [No, he doesn't. He doesn't want to participate in a hunt, in any way. But Eliot will say anything to get her to let go right now, even if they're just scared words. What frightens him worse is imagining the act of feeding off live humans. It briefly makes him wish he had the courage to speak up and have her kill him.]

If I die in the next hour, I want to have a clean conscience.

[When an answer answers nothing, is it still an answer?]

[Now that was a curious reaction. He was terrified of her hold right now. So terrified she could taste it in the air and that made her instincts demand blood and carnage...

Why was he acting that way? She fought back her desire to kill and tilted her head slightly to study him closer. Rip looked very much like a predator sizing up her prey at the moment but, she also wasn't letting go of him either. Instead she moved his head gently from side to side, never loosening her grip as if to toy with him.]

Do you really? Because I doubt you do.

[And then a slight predatory smirk graced her lips.]

I could snap your neck and kill you instantly like zhis, couldn't I. Zhat is vhy you are afraid.

[Clearly Winry is not sure where this is going. She could hazard a guess however.]

I very much doubt you will die.

While I hope you are correct... I angered another vampire. If she doesn’t find a way to kill my body, I...

[His voice trails off. He doesn’t want to hunt for blood, but knows Rip will make him. It’s melodramatic, but he imagines letting go of his last stupid human quality will be the same as dying.]

I’m sorry. I never thanked you before I hung up on you before.

[Yes, she could. As his head is rocking from side to side, Eliot is made increasingly aware of that. He hasn’t been this scared since the Durants were alive (at least, as much as he can remember.) Eliot holds his breath and bites lightly on his lip, trying to withhold any scared squeaks or the urge to scream for help.

Not that anyone would answer. The only person he knows to scream for is Augustine... But Augustine hasn’t been eating well. Eliot can’t ask him to stand up to Rip. Even if he could, he’s aware of which side is more logical to take. And it’s not Eliot’s.

The emotional weight of that lonely realization is what finally gets Eliot to break. He flinched when he feels his own tears, but he’s scared to move to wipe them. He’s also scared of Rip noticing such weak behavior.]

You could... P-please don’t. D, don’t...

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[He should be fearing showing her weakness because it was drawing out the predator in her every moment he was cowering before her. It was getting harder and harder to not indulge in her more monstrous nature.

But, she was managing to hang on for now. Though, if he did call for Augustine, he might be surprised on who's side he might take and it would give her someone to focus on that she wouldn't be tempted to kill...

No that it mattered right now as she tightened her grip on his chin with a vicious smile.]

Oh zhe urge to kill you iz tempting. I hafn't killed anyone since Ruby City und I miss zhe screams.. zhe taste of fear az I torture zhem before draining zhem dry...

[A delightful shudder raced down her spine and suddenly she was letting him go and taking a step back. She gives a little shake of her head as she fights back the urge to slaughter and kill him and anything in her path, that need to indulge in destruction and blood shed!

Eliot was seeing just what kind of monster Rip could really be if she ever lost control and the very reason why she hunted even in this world. There were reasons why she was walking such a tight line of control. Not to mention depended on certain people to help her maintain control.]

Upstairs, Now. Pray zhat Augustine iz home und ve vill figure out a vay to keep you fed zo.. zhis does not happen again.

[As Rip moves back, Eliot stays rooted in his spot. Listening to her words is chilling and makes him feel like his blood could be ice. She reminds him so much of the Durants, right down to the way she can dress up for the public. He can hear screams of tortured humans echoing in his memories and remembers the look of terror on the dead bodies he disposed of.

He’s lucky to have developed an iron stomach to guard against those memories, or Eliot would have crumpled down to vomit. Instead, he stays very still and watches her. He doesn’t want to step out of line. He finally remembers why he chose to be a vampire instead of being killed: He doesn’t want to be the one tortured and drained dry.]

Y, yes... He must be worried. [Eliot takes a shaking step forward, walking his own kind of tight line now. On top of all the familiar is the realization that she has him under her thumb. She really is like the Durants to him.]

[Oh good, someone actually responded! It's only now that his nerves kick in. Eliot's shoulders drop and he looks even more timid than usual... but if Rip might actually kill him soon, he had better come clean.]

I um... I'm the one who bit her last month, I think...

[He expected a reaction like that, honestly. It's unnerving to see someone he knows and had a pleasant conversation turn on him so fast, but he doesn't think it's wrong either. He's also reassured that Winry does have friends who will keep an eye on her kindness.]

I don't know... Maybe I was dying and she wanted to be nice...? [Oh right. He should probably add:] I have amnesia. But I'm worried about her. I think she's being too kind.

[He isn’t sure how to answer, since he isn’t sure. Eliot thought for so long that he wasn’t the type to bite and drink blood from living humans. His amnesia has allowed him to contently think he really does survive off of fruit juice.

Eliot sinks further with shame. He also worries that the other him could have used hypnosis to make Winry think she was giving consent.]

No. I... I’m sorry. I know when a vampire bites someone, it makes their friends worry... I wanted you to know who did it.

And! Um... warn you... she wants to give blood in Everglade. I’m worried...

[Whether Rip meant to make herself associated with something bad in his mind was hard to say, but, what was done was done. She was currently reigning in her bloodlust as she watched him start to move towards the apartment.

She really did hope Augustine was there so he could protect the kid...from her.]</small. Zhen get going. Don't make him vorry any further.

Yes.

[Eliot takes Amelie's Pokeball and releases his friend again. She looks ready to swoop around and attack Rip, but her trainer gently grabs her purple ear and redirects her attention to him.]

Go warn Augustine that we're coming up, okay? We don't want to surprise him.

[The crobat is visibly conflicted, but does give into Eliot's orders. Not before giving Rip one last nasty look, though. With Amelie out of sight, Eliot tells himself to relax. He worries it was cruel to let Amelie see him be this weak, when she believes in him so fully.

Without another word, Eliot walks to the elevator and hits the up button. Dreading everything from here on out: A potential elevator ride with Rip, then being stuck between two people who could kill him. This would have been easier if he hadn't cared enough to bring blood.]

[It wasn't until after the little Crobat left that Rip started to follow. With how it looked at her, she was wondering if it would attack and whether or not she needed to teach the loyal bat a lesson.

Still, she wasn't about to let the other vampire out of her sight until he was handed over to Augustine and she had something more to ground her from attempting to kill the weak little pink vampire.

Now that she knew how to kill him, the temptation was constantly there and Rip was fighting against the instincts she usually heavily relied on.]

[Eliot is aware that this has been a bad night for his life. He's hyper aware of how Rip must be looking at him and very conscious of the fact she could kill him. He wouldn't even have time to know if she snapped his neck. If he hadn't already made his weakness clear, he drives the point home by lifting his free hand to his neck.

When the elevator opens, he nervously walks in.]

I won't run. [So please just take the next elevator, being stuck in an elevator with Rip sounds awful.]

Excuse me.

[While Augustine has no doubt that Eliot can handle himself, he doesn't quite like the cut of this man's jib. Cue in the cold and imposing Tepes looking more and more like his legendary grandfather nowadays. He's dressed in an ornate black brocade suit with hints of red here and there. His hair is slicked back in a neat ponytail and those fearsome red and black eyes shine menacingly.

Augustine probably looks like a damn homunculus to Mustang here. Those inhuman eyes certainly would hint at such a thought.]

A moment of your time, if you will.

[That Western European accent of his in full swing now. He literally sounds like he stepped out of a Bram Stoker novel.]

If you have any concerns regarding Eliot and his sensitive condition, I advise you to bring them to me. Understood?

[Every movement that betrayed his weakness caught her undivided attention as she was watching him like a predator stalking her prey since that...was exactly what she felt like right at this moment.

A very controlled predator, but one none the less as she moved into the elevator with him.]

Doesn't matter, I'm still coming vith.

[So he could just deal with it.]

[Oh, okay then.

Eliot hides himself in a corner of the elevator. He's not really sure why... To be honest, he's really bad at being prey. Or just really good at it? It's not until the elevator doors close that he realizes he is trapped in a corner and letting Rip stand in front of his only escape.

Dammit. The next few seconds are filled with paranoia. Eliot is quickly falling to a panic, to the point that some adrenaline is kicking in.

So when the elevator doors open again, he's hurrying to try to move passed her and escape. And tripping over the edge of the elevator, like a klutz. At least he doesn't drop the blood?]

[Rip was watching his every move as she fought hard to keep herself in check. It wasn't easy with how much he was...tempting her.

But, once they got to the right floor, she also didn't stop him rushing past her like a klutz. In fact, she just watched him and then just stalked after him as he made his way towards the apartment.

The bloodthirsty aura she was putting off really wouldn't be that hard to recognize once a certain someone saw her...]

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