Little Red Lung (private)

[Nathaniel Whelan]

"Light. Darkness...the void that lies. Drowning faces. The first sun? The first SON...". Frantic whispers came from an abandoned warehouse, a former glass company; its owner's voice fluttered about the walls. Nathaniel was holding his head, eyes glazed over as blood dripped down from the hands holding his forehead which he seemed to not notice. "A-At the e-end. Stark white. Mistress...". His eyes had glazed over as more and more crimson decorated the work table he propped his elbows onto, making it's own little rivers of red. An electric power saw sat towards the end of the table, looking like the Malkavian had thrown a person into its wheel a week prior, and now all he had left to go off of were the sporadic visions he kept having as he was slowly dying from starvation. He had thought Raphael was dead and after waiting so long for the frenchman to return home, Nate had finally wound up here.

[Sky Varden]

Sky had felt the pain of a kindred nearby and she moves to the area where it was coming from. That is when she ran into Nathaniel Whelan. "Hello." She says quietly. She didn't want to scare the malkavian, "Is everything alright?" She asks looking at him, the poor boy looks exhausted and scared. She was worried for him.

[Nathaniel Whelan]

"Hello"

The ex cop had partially heard her, but it wasn't until she cautiously got closer that Nathaniel jerked to consciousness. It was in silence that his bloodied hands smeared the red substance on the table into a certain pattern, the self inflicted scarring on both the inner parts of his arms denoting some biblical scene were visible through the crimson mess over them. He had kept carving the designs on his limbs, it seemed, until they had become bruised.

"Is everything alright?"

In response to the question he screamed. It was of pent up frustration and sadness, and with it he stood only to assault a small mirror that had been propped against one of the shelving units. It had been 'staring' at him for some time, and now he repeatedly bashed it until the glass shattered away from the frame, some of the pieces embedding into his hands before he finally gave up on it; his shoulders shaking gave way to red tears and a deep sounding sob from his chest. "Gooone...gone", was all that he could manage to say through his shaky breaths, the blood loss making him feel nauseated and weak.

[Sky Varden]

Sky walks over to Nathaniel. "Sweet you are starving let's get you out of here come on. It will be okay." She says taking his hands, "You need to feed, what do you coons me child?"

[Nathaniel Whelan]

"F-Feed...", he repeated once hearing the vampiress speak, his eyes wide from pure surprise when the woman had picked up his hands. Insanity swam in his brown irises as he looked up at Sky. This was someone he knew but didn't know, someone familiar and yet strange. Without asking, and despite his own say in it he found his body complying with her suggestion to go with her. "Where? N-No, NO, take m-me". The Malkavian was delusional more than normal, struggling with even the simplest of sentence structures. He decided firmly that it was better to follow Mrs. Varden than to object. If he didn't feed relatively soon there was a greater chance of him falling unconscious.

[Sky Varden]

Sky gets him to the car that is outside and tells the driver to do his job. She turns to Nathaniel. "Hm. My blood may be too pure... Belle's though should suffice." She grabs a bag of blood that is warm, she bites a hole in it and feeds it to Nate. She tries to keep as much of it in his mouth as possible.

[Nathaniel Whelan]

The man blinked and somehow wound up in a car along with Sky. As he sat there his ears tuned in to the thrum of the driver's heartbeat and the blood that was being forced through his veins. Over the course of a few seconds the sound became so intense that it was all Nate could hear. Sweat had coated his skin leaving him clammy, the body tremors not far behind.

Nate's hollowed eyes zoned out on the back of the driver's seat; then suddenly he smelled blood and jerked forward thinking it was the driver who was wounded trying to get at the man in a growling fit. It took him a moment to realize Sky was feeding him and the what could have been a frenzy was stunted. Like any young vampire he was instantly soothed, only rejecting the first bit after noting it wasn't going to leave his mouth. The Malkavian was starving even as he fought it, eventually leaning more into Sky's lap trying to rip the bag open further with just his teeth. The former police man felt the rush of ancient blood go directly to his brain. The wounds on his body had stopped bleeding for the most part, and with the exception of his hands (thanks to glass), started to gradually heal over. He'd have to be tended to with at least a bath, but for now it was good that he was feeding.

[Sky Varden]

Sky continues to feed him making sure that he doesn't open the bag anymore than it is. When they arrive at the hotel, she has the driver take him upstairs. If he is awake she gets a bath ready and looks through her blood bags, she found a bag of her eldest son, Dragomir's blood if he could handle this then there was a good chance he could handle hers. She grabs a pouch of her husband's and downs it before holding out the bag of Dragomir's that she heated up, "Are you still hungry? Would you like a bath and some blood before the sun comes up?"

[Nathaniel Whelan]

Nate mentally blanked again; this time was being lead to a large hotel, and out of habit the vampire tucked into himself nervously clutching his hands together and refusing to look at much of anyone or anything.

The driver escorted him upstairs to which he again looked around sheepishly at the decorations trying to figure out where he was. Water could be heard running in the background and the Malkavian focused on it. Sky's question still caused him to jump.

"Yes...a bath", he swallowed noticing the smell of blood in the air. It started to make him feel sick, the blood in his stomach churned and an odd coppery sour taste sat in his mouth. "I w--". Before he could finish crimson was being retched up violently. "I--". Again, another spurt as he tried to speak; what wasn't on his pants was now covering a large part of the floor. Turning away from the woman he went to brace himself on the table where he gave his last upheaval of blood and coughed. He laid his head there weakly catching his breath. "I want to feed", he complained obviously upset by it. "He's gone. He's GONE".

[Sky Varden]

Sky waits until he is finished very quietly not judging but worried. "The next few days are going to be horrendous." She says to herself and as maids come in to clean up the mess she undresses the Malkavian and moves him into the bathroom, "Do we need to start with something more human? Who is gone young one?"

[Nathaniel Whelan]

The oracle flinched some when Sky had placed her hands on him, but soon enough he recognized that she was helping him undress. Normally he was fully capable of it on his own-- and even in his weakened state he did succeed in undoing a button or two of his shirt, but the blood loss had left him prone to shaking and fine motor skills were a complicated matter at best.

He nodded in agreement with Sky about the human blood, not even sure if that would stay down. "Raphael...Delemater", he mentioned giving a facial expression like the name had sounded odd. It had been a while since he said the other's name. Instantly his fingers went to the opposite underside of his forearm to scratch the already bruised flesh, a nervous habit. Nate had forgotten about the glass pieces still lingering in his hands like splinters. If directed into the bath he would get in as far as his body would allow.

[Sky Varden]

The water was warm but not overly hot, "Raphael? I just saw him the other day at my son's house. He left you?" She asks curiously. "How?" She asks before grabbing some supplies and picking glass out of his hands slowly. "It is not like Raphael to abandon someone, but if you'd like you can stay here." She says, "Well with me." She says with a laugh.

[Nathaniel Whelan]

Nathaniel froze, looking directly at the caring woman. "He died...h-he's dead. I saw it...". The man shivered some as the glass was being removed from his hands. Somehow his pale features paled more. "Fiend's red mark...", he muttered staring back into the bath water. Inwardly he agreed that staying with her would be a good idea. He couldn't stand being around that fae, too much openeness for his liking and the way Xarentheus looked at him also made him uneasy.

[Sky Varden]

Sky tilts her head, "Oh... you saw that awful thing on tv. It was a hoax small one. Raphael is alive and well. This i can swear to you. So you are bound to Raphael, we should work on fixing that."

[Nathaniel Whelan]

The kindred searched Sky's face in disbelief. Scratching at his scar tattooed arms his nails brought up fresh blood in the bath water, though his natural healing had kicked in. "...I'm so tired", he mumbled as he rested his head against the back incline of the tub. He kept trying hard to keep himself awake, half panicking every time he almost fell asleep.