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[ He sounds almost bored. But more or less amicable and polite. ]

If anyone is up to the task, I could really go for an apple or two. Assuming, of course there are any on board. But honestly, I'd settle for...any manner of fruit. There must be someone willing to help a guy out in bring some down here.

[ Spam ] // [ Back dated, sort of. Spanning a total of 7 days, starting when he was locked up ]

[ The irony wasn't lost on him. Locked up like this, after what he'd done. But he hadn't been so kind as to provide such amenities as beds. While he appreciated the twisted joke, below the surface, he was furious. A low simmering fury that never quite touched the surface. And it wasn't the indignation of a bunch of teenagers locking him up. But rather that as weak as he'd felt in his room, down here it was even worse. He was no stronger than the rest of them. His senses dulled to an extreme.

Over the first few days, his wounds healed finally. Frustratingly slow, for his tastes. But soon, the strange, unnatural looking burns were gone and he was restored to his not-so-true human-looking state.

He was a patient inmate. Biding his time. Calmly observing the wardens who came by. Even striking up idle conversations. Hardly the cruel and sadistic monster that allegedly landed him in that cell. Otherwise, he spent his time quietly observing the network, or resting. He was as calm as he was patient. Never restless. Never aggressive. At least not without provocation.

Even if things did get rough, he seemed to always return to his friendly demeanor, as if the previous incidents never happened. It always seemed to make people so very uncomfortable when they knew what it hid. And that's the way he liked it. ]

((OOC: Dates are still a little fuzzy, pending closure of the epic fight in his intro post. There might be some infirmary time before he's brought to Level 0, but I've given permission for maximum time, cause he's being a very bad inmate. Feel free to harass him at any time in any fashion. Audio post is for today, toward the end of his stay.))

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[Lydia knows she shouldn't be there. She knows it's dangerous. She knows it's probably a stupid idea. But she needs to do this. She refuses to have yet another monster under her bed. Peter used to make appearances so often. Then Jennifer every now and then. Accompanied by her own face screaming, surrounded by death. And then the Nogitsune. And Allison.

But regardless of how out of control, how overwhelmed Jerry made her feel, she's not afraid of him. She's pissed at him for getting to her as much as he did. But not afraid.

She's also pretty angry that every time she closes her eyes, she sees his burned face reaching for her. And it mixes with Peter's as they come toward her. Sometimes to bite her. Sometimes just to slash her throat.

So clearly the best thing to do is to channel this anger toward the man who is the reason for it this time.

Lydia makes her way toward his cell, heels clicking on the floor, her phone in hand as she shines the flashlight toward him.]

Apples, really? You really think anyone will believe you now?

[ The clicking of heels was the last thing he expected to hear down there. Maybe a few tough guys trying to prove themselves. Or some naive bleeding-hearts who just wanted to help. Even the hunter herself. But that delicious girl with the intoxicating fear, even with her ear-piercing scream, was the last person he expected to venture down there.

Oh, how he wished he could smell her in here. But he couldn't pick up on much more than perfume. Regardless of her brave face, he assumed she'd reek of that fear. He wondered if she woke up in the middle of night, drenched in it. It was almost enough to make his mouth water.

If it had been anyone else, he may have feigned being effected by the light. It's what most people expected, knowing what he was. And he did so love playing off their assumptions so they'd lower their guard. But not this time. He was waiting for her, leaning against the wall at the back of his cell. When the light first passed over him as she approached, his eyes were nearly solid black. Just long enough for her to see it. But then they were gone. Back to being big brown eyes that would rival McCall's, if there were ever any sympathy in them. He didn't flinch or cringe. He remained perfectly calm. ]

Everyone has their vices.

[Although she's a little disappointed the light doesn't do anything to him, she's not at all surprised. At this point, she's read enough about all kinds of supernatural creatures to know that it would more than likely have to be sunlight. Unless he's some kind of daywalker. And yes, she knows what that means, too.

As she steps closer to the cell, she can feel that coldness of death all around him again. She's expecting it, but it does make her body tense. It's still not fear so much, at least not of him. Mostly, fear of not being able to stay in control of herself. She's still not sure what happened in there, how he did all that to her, how she screamed like that, but now isn't the time to try and figure it out.

Just in case, she doesn't come any closer. Just like she made sure to wear her hair down both to cover her neck and the small gauze she still has there covering the teeth holes he left on her. She doesn't want him to feel powerful.]

Somehow, I'm guessing yours involves more luring of innocent people to your den, so you can suck them dry, than actual apples.

[ He didn't need to see the bandage to feel a sense of power over her. Her hiding the bandage was more important. He could see just how tensely she held herself. Her hesitation to come too close.

That scream of hers had him ever so curious. He'd heard stories, long ago, about screams like that. Wails like that. Legend always said they were ghostly figures. But who was he to believe a legend? Was it possible that's what she was?

He pushed away from the wall, approaching the bars that separated them. Slow. Calm. Confident. He leaned against the bars, one arm raised, as took his time looking her over. Some might confuse the look for lust, with all the places his gaze lingered, but it was fueled by nothing more than hunger. ]

If anyone came close enough I certainly wouldn't turn them away. But no, I meant actual apples.

[Just the way he moves toward her, the look on his face, the confidence in his walk. It's enough to make her want to scream. She wants to slap that look right off his face and although she's not normally bothered by people staring her up and down like that, it only fuels her anger.

But he doesn't know what she is. He doesn't know how strong she can be. He obviously doesn't see it and he has no reason to believe she is those things considering what happened in his cabin. Maybe it's better for her to play it up instead of proving herself.

So as much as she wants to take a step forward to defy him, dare him to come at her again, she takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest protectively.]

I actually could care less about your eating habits. It was just a polite conversation starter.

[ He continues to watch her. Carefully. Intently. Wishing he could smell her. It didn't stop him from trying, of course. His head dipping forward ever so slightly, like an animal sniffing at the air.

Stepping back. Closing herself off. Protecting herself. It only made a slow, cold smile slowly stretch across his face. He wanted her to know not only that he saw her discomfort, but he liked it. ]

Polite isn't the impression you gave. But I'm not going anywhere...[ His gaze swept around the bars before him, as if seeking a means to overcome them, before returning that intense stare to her. ]...anytime soon. I'd tell you to continue what the conversation you hoped to have. But I can already guess. You came to warn me away from your little friends. To...threaten me. Perhaps with another scream of yours.

[Lydia isn't a violent person. She doesn't even like confrontation all that much. She rather just plot things out and strike quietly. But that wolfish grin on his lips, the way he seems to be eying her, smelling her. It grosses her out so much. She wants to be responsible for him doing something even more stupid than attacking her in the first place. So he can be locked down here even longer.

And since she's changed tactics, why not?]

None of that, actually.

[Lydia pulls her hair from over her neck and slides it over her opposite shoulder, leaving both her neck and bandage exposed.]

I want to know more about this and what you did to me. [Playing the victim, playing weak. But she just wants to know if she's immune to his kind, too.]

[ He eyed the bandage as she exposed it, his smile slipping as hunger seemed to overcome it for a moment. Though that was intentional. As was the way his tongue passed over his lips. Letting her know that he was thinking about it, about the way she tasted. He wanted to see her squirm, since he couldn't smell her fear.

But at her question, the smile returned. But it was a wicked sort of smile, dark and sinister. Knowing. She wouldn't have been so afraid of him if the bite had taken. He'd certainly drank enough of her to start the process, but given the limitations of this place, he wasn't surprised. Or could it be something else? Tied to that skull-splitting scream of hers. ]

I bit you. Fed on you.

[Even though he downright grosses her out, she can't help but enjoy the reaction she gets. It's obvious that it works. She can tell he's hungry, distracted, unfocused. It's good to know she's going about things the right way.

He does seem to pull himself back together fairly quickly, though. Which she doesn't like at all. But she does roll her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest once more.]

Yes, you bit me. I noticed. But what does it mean? Are you a vampire?

[Playing dumb again. Ugh. She's rusty.]

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[ His position shifted, getting more comfortable. Seemingly. If she were standing closer, he was leaning down far enough that they'd be eye-to-eye, his weight supported by the warm leaning on the bars.

His gaze continued to drift to the bandage. Let her think he was unfocused because of it. He liked when people under estimated him like that. ]

What do you think?

[ But he didn't pause long enough to let her answer. ]

I noticed that you screamed. At a rather inhuman capacity. I want to know what you. Did to me.

[Lydia definitely feels the eyes on her neck. She may even slightly tilt her head over to the side.

Of course he seems to be trying to turn the tables on her. Lucky for her though, she has plenty of experience with not having answers for her powers.]

I think you are. And I want to know what is going to happen to me because you are.

[She pauses, blinking, jaw dropping slightly.]

What do you mean inhuman capacity? You bit me! Of course I screamed!

[ And still he kept his eyes on her neck. Still with that hungry look. His lips parted, the barest tips of fangs visible. Tongue passing over his lip.

But as she spoke, he smiled again. As if savoring a very good memory. And some of that sinister amusement worked its way into into his tone. ]

Oh, I've made plenty of girls scream, before. But none...quite like you. [ He gestured with his upper hand, pointing at her. ] No. What you did, that was something special.

[And apparently people are going to keep on applying the word something to what she is. She wants to roll her eyes, but all Lydia gives him the the puzzled look she's been wearing for a few seconds now.]

I don't know what you're talking about, or what you're trying to do, but answer me! [It's exasperated, and she does allow herself to take a step forward.] What is going to happen to me?

[ He just continued to smile. Watching her. Was she afraid she'd turn? Terrified of becoming like him? If only he could smell it. It was the only truth behind that hunger in his expression. ]

Not until you tell me. Do you even know what you are?

I don't know what you're asking!

[And the fact that he might be able to smell her lies or listen to them in her heartbeat is what makes her feel like she should keep this conversation short.]

What do you mean what I am?

[ If he had his full senses, or at least what the Barge allowed him usually, he would have known she was lying--savoring that racing pulse with every beat. But alas, he could not. He didn't entirely believe her shrill instance of ignorance, what with Allison telling the girl to scream. But he'd play along for now. ]

If you can't say what you are...[ He shrugged ] I can't say what's going to happen. Because of that. [ He indicated the bandage on her neck. ]

[She doesn't quite manage not to glare at him. So, to cover up her attitude, she lifts a hand over the bandage holds her chin up. This isn't going anywhere.]

If something happens to me, I'm coming after you. [And now she lets her smirk show.] And I can guarantee you, I won't be alone.

[ He just smiled. Wide and sinister. His fangs visible. He was enjoying this a great deal. He continued his act, his hunger seeming to return to the surface, gaze lingering on that bandage again, before returning to her face. ]

I'm looking forward to it.

You shouldn't.

[She stares at him for a moment longer and as she leaves for the stairs, she steps just a little closer to the cell, neck still exposed. Lydia is pretty good at teasing and if he is as hungry as he seems, she wants to hold his attention for as long as possible.]

[ He looked exactly the way she expected him to. Hungry. Growing more anxious when she seemed to step closer. His eyes shifting to black. Gripping at the bars, as if anticipating her to come within reach. And then there was disappointment as she stepped away. His gaze following her as she left. Intently. Though the further she got, the more his expression faded until it was once again indifferent. Cold. Calculating.

Let the little rag-tag group think he was nothing more than a blood thirsty monster. That it was solely hunger which drove him, not survival. ]

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