Summary:Spider-Girl witnesses the first attack of the Living Vampire. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Everything was cold. It felt like she could never be warm again. It was 75 degrees at 9 PM at night, but the Nobel-winning biochemist seemed to step out into a frigid winter.
She felt crippling waves of chills throughout her body. Her muscles seemed to ache and twist, her gut wrenching. She was still wearing the no-nonsense white blouse, the moderate skirt, the low heels, and the lab coat, but the bun of her hair was coming loose, stray black fingers of hair trailing down.
She stumbled along the path between the facility and the parking garage. She had to get back home, try to get in bed. And eat something.
DEFINITELY eat something.
Kevin snickered as he saw the stumbling woman. Definitely had too much to drink. He figured he could help her by lightening her load. Her purse and keys must feel HEAVY…
So far, tonight's been pretty quiet, which means just casual webswinging for Mayday. New York at night was always special. Just as she's transitioning from one line to another, her spider-sense goes off to one side like a train horn in her ear. The teen fumbles the thwip, but manages to recover, slapping against the side of a building and turning back around to head in the direction of one of the worst cases of the heebie jeebies she'd had since Venom…
Michelle looked up suddenly. It was a little eerie. Kevin thought he was doing a gfood job coming up on the woman's blind side, and suddenly she had turned as was looking right at him. How did she…? Luck, he was sure. Nothing more.
"Hey, miss…not feeling so hot, eh? Want some help?"
Michelle was…captivated. Not by his looks. He was no handsome knight, and his smile was a little…odd. Like it was painted on. His blond hair was shoulder-length, but dull as dishwater. And not by the offer of help, although she did think she needed help in some way.
It was the PULSE. She seemed tto hear it in her ears, in her head. She thought it was the pounding of her own traitorous blood, the reason she had gone to such lengths, but she could sense her own heart beat, albeit slow and sluggish.
The pulse was coming from HIM. It was ALIVE and WARM.
So when he slid on arm under her own arms and along her back, she did not fight him. Anything to get closer to that PULSE…
Swinging into the alley, May drops into a perch on a fire escape, looking down at the pair. Hmmmm. Not that much fighting, but the woman's wobbling and he loosk kind of skeevy… "Hey, everything okay here?" The metal rattles as she leans forward, flipping one shooter to impact web.
Kevin looked up suddenly. His other hand had been going through the woman's bag, and had found both keys and purse, but he was pretty sure the costumed freak above him hadn't seen that.
"Uh…heh…don't mind us. She's just had one too many, and I'm just going to drive her home." He gave his best aw-shucks smile, while lightly tweaking the arm Mayday couldn't see to elicit a sound of pain. It always worked, and the woman uttered a short, soft sound.
"See? Nothing to worry about."
The PULSE was roaring in her ears. She couldn't shut it out even if she wanted to. She felt pain when he pulled her arm in a way it normally shouldn't go, but it was…disconnected.
Then she processed what he was saying and whispered, "I'll be okay, sir…" She didn't seem aware of the Spider-Girl's presence.
The man leaned forward, and then there was the point of a blade behind her side. "Shut or get cut," he hissed.
The pain seemed to slice through her haze, and she realized he was going to hurt her. Had WANTED to hurt her. Was GOING to hurt her…
"Eh, I'm not quite sure I buy that. I'd like to hear it from the lady herself." May drops ot the ground, taking a few steps towards the pair. The tingling gets ever stronger, although now it's coming from both the man AND the woman… The mask's eyes narrow. "Ma'am? Are you okay? Is this man your friend?"
And then…everything went RED.
Kevin grinned, and it was a grin without love, care, or remorse. "She's just fine, whatever you are," Kevin said shortly, and turned to face her. He was going to say that she was just drunk, but she was completely harmless.
He had a half-second to realize how wrong he was.
The woman's blue eyes had become a rich red. Crimson, that was the word. It clashed with the suddenly pale white skin, but the fangs were whiter. Bone white. But the word CRIMSON was still in his mind when he felt her hand come up and scoop out his throat. The talons that had been her fingernails had clawed at the neck, right over the PULSE, and then that part of his neck was just…gone.
And then he felt her mouth bury itself in his neck, and then only the word CRIMSON followed him down into the darkness.
The word…and the sucking sounds.
LIFE! HEAT! LIFE! HEAT! Her mind seemed to scream it, over and over, as she drank deeply, the arterial spray literally FORCING it down her throat.
May's spider-sense blares again, and she's thwipping out a webline to yank the mugger away, when… Oh god his throat's missing. Mister Mugger is yanked, and the impact web is let fly right at Michelle as the heroine screams into her comm. EMS needs to get here NOW, along with a metahuman containment squad.
The woman looks up at the impact web coming right at her and she MOVES. She might have been stumbling and barely able to stand, but her recent meal has apparently turned her into a cat on speed. She lunges to the side, the web passing over her, and then she is running, running VERY fast.
Kevin is still alive, but he's gone pale as well. Definitely down a few pints. A web ball could stop the bleeding, though. It's worked before.
The Spider-Comm system responds with the notification that they are 60 seconds away. With a little luck, he'll make it.
The system also identifies him as Kevin Harris, wanted for 12 counts of assault, six counts of sexual assault, three counts of rape. A prince of a fellow.
…Well, at least that's her scared off. May drops to her knees next to mister scumbag, and applies pressure to the wound as she starts to thwip up a pressure dressing. "You're a scumbag, Harris, but you'll be a scumbag in jail for the rest of your life. …Assuming you survivie this." And she's definitely going to have to track down that woman… Her signature in May's spider-sense is seared into her memory. …But first, hand this guy over to the EMTs. She can't really tie him up due to the need for the ambulance, but he's not likely to be moving under his own power…
Three blocks away, the woman stops. Her head was clearing, and her mind was clearing as well.
She was no longer cold. She felt warm now, and she suddenly realised her blouse, skirt, and lab coat were spattered with blood. But the smell of it was RICH and inviting.
She looked around, then down at her hands, seeing the slightly-curved claws. She felt her jaw, then discovered the fangs, even though they had receded slightly, The perimeter of her vision was still tinged slightly red.
She had killed someone. She, Dr. Michelle A. Morbius had torn out their throat and drank their blood.
"What have I become…?" she asked in a soft, awed whisper.