interviewee | OPEN RP POST

[I am the night is the last message he sends out into the network of mixed voices that scrape through his mind. However, the moment he does, he can hear claws scraping along the walls of the apartment. Louis stands up from his chair and tunes his ears to the sound of the minds closest to him.

As soon as he does, though, glass splinters around him as several vampires break through the window. Before he can turn away from them, one female vampire is on top of him, clawed fingers buried between his ribs.]

There's no way you're-- [Louis strikes back despite the pain, but it's not nearly enough. The others climb onto other parts of him, his arms, legs, and one grips his head. Louis bucks but the first female vampire digs her fingers deeper into him and he can feel her curling her talons around his ribcage, ready to rip it from his body.

To say blood surrounded him like an ocean would be an understatement. He's losing strength even as he struggles. The vampire at his head digs their claws into his muscles and arteries and Louis knows he has but moments left. There is no more struggle, no more need to fight because this is his end.

I deserve this is the last thought in his head before his vision begins to darken.]

[I am the night. It's the last thought he sends out into the world before he closes his mind to it. He doesn't hear the anger that ripples through vampires all over the world, he doesn't hear the warnings issued in response. He opens his eyes and all is quiet.

For a few minutes at least.

Louis is on the way to the decanter of blood on a side table when he notices a shadow in one of the windows. Glass shatters around him and in an instant, he's pinned down by not one vampire, but multiple, baring their teeth and ready to bite down. Louis kicks off one, but the others tear into him without hesitation. The air is scented with his blood even as he fights for his life.

He doesn't hear the extra heartbeat separate from those on top of him.]

(ooc: Continued from here!)

[Once more, Armand reminds him that someone is here, present, after everything. He circles the other arm about Armand's waist and slowly pulls him in closer.]

Maybe both. But I want to finish, even if it means I bleed all over his manuscript.

[He wants Armand under the sheets with him, sharing warmth and comfort over a common trauma. They were both in that theatre and Armand could only watch as Claudia burned and Louis was dragged away. It was Armand who tried to talk him into running away, while Louis was mad with vengeance, talking to the corpses in the dark.]

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