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The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

Characters: Samuel Henderson, OPEN
Location: Corridor outside the Obs Deck, a bit out of the way
Time: Immediately following the explanation of the current state of affairs re: the Ohm, worlds, and whatnot.
Summary: Sam loses it. And nearly himself in the process.
Warnings: Definite blood warning, and anyone that tags may be attacked. Poke me on AIM (girlnamedlance) or via OOC comment if you want to work out something specific. Generally, I'm open to anything, I just don't want any kind of long lasting damage. And I'd like a little chaos to ensue before Spike, Leon, or anyone subdues him. And if he ends up in the brig awhile, I totally understand. Lastly, multiple threads are a-okay. 8D

It would be easier to let go. Give up. Let the beast that slept inside him take hold and exact its revenge for the deaths of his friends and family. But no. It wasn't these peoples' fault. They were all gone. His brother, Jared. His beloved wife, Angelina. His mentor, Dr. Crawford. Lord Ruthwen himself. That a man that had survived so much could be dead just didn't seem real. That the single oldest corporeal entity on Earth was gone...

He ran from the Observation Deck, and blindly made a few turns until the dull noisome drone of the new arrivals faded to nothing. All of his medicinal poise was gone, in its place, was pain he'd long thought he would never have to feel. He'd foolishly grown complacent. He pressed his back against the wall, but his legs shook. His fingers lengthened, grew more bestial. A ring of blood formed and dripped down his fingers as his expanding flesh struggled to overcome the constricting wedding band. His nails became claws, razor sharp and predatory. His eyes were a deep blood red, and the whites bloodshot, giving him a maddened appearance.

How could someone like him be the only one left? How was he supposed to be some kind of chosen when he could fill a page with names of people that would be better suited to this task than himself. It was all a joke. He didn't have the strength to do this, in any sense. That their blood had been spilt for some unknown purpose...

Blood. He could smell it. His own, but even just that was enough. He breathed heavily, his jaw slack, as his fangs grew longer. The drone of voices grew louder in his ear, as his senses elevated. They would have no idea what had hit them before they were dead.

--No! Sam struggled against the bloodlust. Suddenly, he felt as though it had been far too long since he'd last fed. He folded his arms, as though he were physically restraining the reaction inside of him. He clenched his upper arms with his claws, piercing straight through to his skin. The thicker scent of blood in the air only made things worse. He screamed as he fought to regain control. If he hurt anyone he would never forgive himself. If he took anyone's life, he had only his own to offer in reparation.

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It happened too quickly for Fletcher to do much but let out a small shout of surprise. He froze up; he didn't even have the faintest idea what Sam had intended to do, the way he would have if he'd been from some other world or time period.

It wasn't until someone -- who was that? He knew that voice, he'd heard it recently, but his mind wasn't working properly from the fear, and he couldn't turn his head -- had grabbed onto his attacker that Fletcher was able to make his limbs work. He wiggled, tried to push the man away from him. "Get off me!"

Fletcher would had help. Hands secured over the boy's hips and dragged him away with a strength that wouldn't have been believed from the frame of the little girl. Of course, like the people on the Obs deck, looks could be deceiving. She hadn't thought any danger, but she had sensed Fletcher and then felt the struggle and she was there in an instant, removing him from danger.

And while she knew fully well an attack on the deck would cause Stacy's admonishing, her vine tentacles were at the ready, her eyes on both the creature that attempted the attack and the new arrival.

"Explain yourselves."

It happened all at once, there was a girl on him, and the boy under him had been pulled away. "Stop, please!" he begged. He knew this girl was older than she looked, hundreds of years older than even Spike. "Let me go! I don't want to hurt anyone!" He hadn't even a chance to address Alessa yet.

"The man, then, confusing wishes with wants. Well, I'm sure they're a lot more similar now than five seconds ago. Panic aligns them nicely, especially in the weak-willed. But you did want to feed on him just now."

Evangeline did love her grandiose pseudo-moral lecturing, and never let a captive audience go to waste.

After a brief pause to let the words sink in she let him go, but if anything her smile was more unpleasant than when she'd been holding him. She wasn't freeing him, just putting him to a test on her terms.

"No," was the only answer Alessa got.

He flailed a little when Alessa pulled him away, but then, looking up at her, he recognized her. He'd seen her like this before. Of all the people to come to his rescue, it had to be someone he was scared of.

Fletcher scrambled to his feet and backed away. Now he recognized the other girl -- he'd just met her in the Obs deck. What was going on here...?

Alessa was aware that Fletcher was afraid of her, and that was what she was trying to get him out of. In any case, she stared at both of them: the man was conflicted, but there was darkness there that she was curious about, but only enough to keep Fletcher out. As for the talking dandy with the unpleasant smile, she just gave her a look of indifference.

"In that case, I could care less about what you do, but keep Fletcher out of it. You can deal with your own problems and listen to your own stupidity on your own time."

He rolled over onto his back. His eyes reverted to blue. He scanned the group, and ended on Fletcher. His chest heaved as he spoke. "I'm so sorry..." he said to him, meeting his eyes. I don't want to hurt you... or anyone."

Evangeline looked down at the sprawled man. The smile had gone with the man on the edge; returned to himself he was of interest only for their common species. If such lapses of control as this were periodic or environmental, he would not have much of a future in a small society like the ship's, she knew. She remembered how it had been when she was young. Hiding never worked for long. In the end, you needed someplace to run. Here there was none.

Did she care?

...strangely, she couldn't answer. She only came back to her own memories. And there was another nagging distraction...

She eyed Alessa. "He's all yours, is that it? Can't have him hearing any impure speech?" She chuckled. "Life gets impinged on, little..." the arrogant, taunting mask fell away as her little speech died down.

"What are you, anyway?"

So that was it then. She could see that life on the ship was going to get a bit more difficult for this man: he had the makings of a monster, but he struggled with it. It was not uncommon: she had seen this happen with many humans in Silent Hill. Often, it wound up creating many of the monsters there in the first place, as was the situation with Alessa. how long he could keep up that fight, however, would be something worth questioning, and she would not be the only one to ask it. This situation reeked of the interference of the Security Crew.

And then there was that girl, trying to dismiss her. "He belongs to no one, but I watch over him just the same. 'Impure Speech,' as you call it, means nothing to me. It is the possibility of injury."

Here, Alessa gave a rather nasty smile of her own. "We can discuss that on our own terms later, can't we? Sufficed to say, I am not one who uses taunting to make my meaning heard."

She "watched over him"? That was... unsettling.

Fletcher's eyes darted back and forth between Alessa, the other girl, and the strange man. Something was wrong with him... He seemed so sincere, and yet after what he'd just done, could he be?

Whatever it was the two girls were discussing, Fletcher felt like a lot of it was going over his head. And yet, there was something about it that was unnerving. He took the opportunity, while they were busy talking with each other, to turn tail and run back toward the Observation Deck. He had to find his brother.

Sam had a feeling he didn't want to be around for whatever fight was brewing between the vampire and... whatever that little girl was. It definitely wasn't human or vampire. He started up to his feet, and turned to go in a direction that took him away from this area and the Obs Deck. He had to find somewhere more deserted.

"Injury? Like the one I just saved him?" Evangeline asked sarcastically. "You just don't want me to have anything to do with him at all. You're jealous," she taunted the child.

Or whatever she was supposed to be. Hopefully not another undead, that was her niche.

"Yes. Whenever you like, little saint."

So they were both gone. Typical. She goes out of her way to try and help some human, and this was the thanks she got. She was going to have to stop this already. There was no reason to stick her neck out, it wasn't worth it.

"I didn't know that, which was why I asked you to explain yourselves, which you didn't do," Alessa retorted. "If you're going to claim something ridiculous like that, you should realize what this looks like, and that I don't trust anyone or anything on the ship."

Here, Alessa looked at the girl like some irritating smell. "Do not call me that. It's both insulting and grossly inaccurate."

"Yes, I was obviously just restraining his attacker so somebody could take a commemorative photo with the right poses." Well, she was just arguing for the sake of arguing now. "You're right not to trust me, of course, but insisting no one else so much as go near the boy makes you sound more the threat to him, hm?"

At the complaint, Evangeline only smiled. "Then give me something else."

Alessa shrugged. "He's very flighty, and for all I knew, you may have been luring him into a trap of your own. He is...not someone I wish harm upon, that is all. As for me not wanting anyone to go near him, that was because I hadn't met either of you yet. Considering there was a copy of me perpetrated on the ship, I find it to me benefit to learn what I can about others."

Alessa narrowed her eyes. "There is much I could show you. If you feel so inclined, come to the City and go to the darkest, foggiest part. You will find my domain there."

"Darkness, fog, and obvious traps. How nostalgic. I'll see you there."

The vampire turned to make her exit.

Alessa shook her head. She would never get used to the strangeness of the people in this place. Nostalgic. What a peculiar choice of words.

She left, figuring she would go back to the factory. There were a few more additions she wanted to make.

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