Red Solo Cup || Flat de Feliks

Feliks mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the paints on his pallet, looking back at his piece, frowning and sticking the end of the brush into his mouth, nawing on the wooden end.

He had paint on his hands from smudging, and he was unaware of the streak of pale blue he already had on his upper cheek.

From the other side of the large flat music was playing, but the boy was hardly aware of it.

He was too focused on his work.

He had to get it just right.

He just had to.

Karma was speed walking through the neighborhood that Liksie's flat was in, eager to see the boy again after so long. Her silver bracelet - the one Arsen had made for her that she never took off - sparkled in the sun as she raised both hands to her knapsack's straps, holding it in place as she moved. In anyone else's opinion, it would be too hot for black clothes, but it would take a lot for Karma's black tanktop/black jean combo to be changed. The outfit was something she was used to, and she had clung to its comfortable familiarity when surrounded by Geoffrey's clothing options that day.

The bracelet, however, was not something she was going to compromise on. She hadn't taken it off once since he'd given it to her, and she wouldn't.

She wasn't too out of it to notice the footsteps that started to follow her, attempting to be in step but failing by a halfsecond. It's what made her speed her pace just the tiniest bit. She didn't want to get into trouble on the way to Liks's house. It would make things harder for the boy later, most likely.

However, as with most trouble Karma Black got into, it wasn't completely optional.

"Stop." The older boy stepped out from around a corner, causing her to skid to a stop or find herself sprawled into his chest. Leather boots nearly skidding to a halt, Karma looked up at the boy, not appreciating the height difference the least bit.

"What do you want?"

The boy didn't seem to appreciate her tone, and neither did the three others around her that appeared seemingly out of the woodwork. "How about that little bracelet of yours? Must be worth a pretty penny..." He reached out to grab her wrist, and she took a step back, out of his reach. He seemed to take it as a reaction due to fear. So he was headstrong and dense. Not particularly a good combination.

"I don't think so."

"In case you can't count, there are four of us, and one of you." The boy sneered, glaring down at her.

"Then get more men, and maybe this will be a fair fight."

He laughed, the sound echoing around the nearly deserted street. "You've got balls, girly, I'll give you that." He swung his hand back, taking a step forward to strike her. "But cockiness alone won't get you any- arrrgh" His words were cut off as Karma caught his wrist, twisting his arm around his back before slamming the palm of her other hand into his elbow. The crack of the joint being forced the other way filled the air, along with the other boy's scream of agony. Kicking him away from her, Karma faced the other three, who, rather than run like smart little mortals, took fighting stances.

They rushed her.

Catching the first one to reach her by the arm, she threw him away from her, down the sidewalk as the other two ganged up on her. Throwing well aimed punches and kicks, they managed to distract her from the first, the minute it took her to take them down enough for the boy on the ground to raise the weapon that had been concealed in the waistband of his shorts. She was kicking out the knee of the only one still standing when the sound of the gunshot reached her ears, and she dove instinctively, causing the bullet to wedge into her shoulder rather than where it had been intended for - her heart.

Turning, the young vampire's fangs lengthened, and she rushed the boy, uncaring of the two other bullets he loosed into her body until she was upon him. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him to her, leaning forward to sink her teeth into his skin...

The sound of sirens split the air.

Hesitating briefly, she took a deep wiff of his scent, committing it to memory. She'd find this one later. With a nip at his throat, she pulled away, pausing to pinch the nerve on the junction of his neck and shoulder to knock him out before she ran across the street, into the warehouse type building Liks's flat was. It was in the hallway that contained his room that she realized she was in pain, and at his door that she recognized that this pain was actually... well... bad. Wavering slightly at the door, she knocked twice before swinging the door open, using magic rather than the key.

"Liks-" She called, displeased to find that she could barely focus on the room past the doorway. "Don't- Don't freak out okay?" The blood from the bullets was beginning to actually seep through her tank top now, the one in her shoulder actually bleeding quite profoundly. "Don't-" And then she was falling forward, the bullet wounds bursting through her pain threshold as her eyes rolled up into her head.

The silence that had formally only been interupted by the soft sound of music was shattered as his door opened. Assuming - correctly - that it was just Karma, Feliks at first didn't make any move to awknowledge her presence. Not that he cared much about being rude anyways, but if he did, she'd be one of hte few people who understood his need to focus on his work.

However, at her words, he frowned slightly, his interest peaked to say the least.

"When do I ever panic, Jail-" he didn't finish the question before he had dropped his paints - splattingering them on the floor - in favour of keeping her from crashing to the floor herself.

He looked down at the blood spilling across her back with the closest to dismay the boy could produce. Which was just a faint glow in his eyes, as his mouth continued to frown.

"Geez, Karmz," he muttered, fishing his wand out of his pocket. "Only you can find trouble when just trying to walk. Honestly."

Wand out, he sighed, and frowned. Recognizing the wounds for what they were.

"This isn't going to be pleasent," he muttered in a matter of fact tone. As close to an apology as he was ever going to give to anyone. "Accio Bullets."

He frowned, leaning out of the way as the items wized passed him, falling uselessly to the ground after a moment. He glared at them for a moment before turning back to the ground.

He swore, "What the hell were those damn healing spells." Why would he pay attention to anything useful?

"Lets hope bullets holes count as deep gashes - Vulnera Sanentur." He waited a moment. When he saw the bleeding seemed to stop, he did the spell again, repeating the words until the wounds seemed to have disappeared.

Rolling his eyes and setting her eyes, and lifting her over to a couch, he snorted, pocketed his wand, and went back over to his work.

"You always like to make an enterance, T'yurma."

The pain came first. White hot and unable to countermand, it ripped her back into consciousness, causing the girl who had barely flinched at all three bullets to cry out. Arching her back off the couch, Karma tried to breathe, some old human instinct telling her that she needed the oxygen to heal, even though that wasn't true. The scars from the healing spell had started to disappear when her eyes flew open, the repetitive convulsion of her muscles healing around a small abnormally and being ripped apart drawing her attention as she crashed to the floor.

Upright in seconds, the teen pawed at her chest - just to the right of her heart - able to feel the sharp piece of bullet casing still trapped beneath healed skin. Then she was gone.

A crash from the bathroom was all the proved she still existed, the slamming of the door coming next as the lock slid home. Ripping a piece of fabric from the bottom of her tank top, the teen folded it quickly, shoving it between her teeth as she pulled her wand out and pointed it at her chest.

She paused taking a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes. Her voice came out a bit muffled by the fabric.

"Accio."

Biting back the muffled scream that came as the metal forced its way through more than one layer of healed muscle tissue, Karma backed into the wall, sliding down it as the piece finally clanked to the floor.

Vision hazy from the abrupt increase and decrease of pain, she only had time to notice she was losing blood again - again - and sloppily press the cloth from her mouth to the jagged cut before her vision blacked out completely.

Underneath the cloth, the bottommost layer healed, stopping the bloodflow. It was too little too late; she'd lost too much blood.

She needed more.

A slight turn of his lips was the closest to a frown he gave as the girl disappeared from his sight into the bathroom, "T'yurma?"

He made a half move to follow her, which he stopped hesitated a moment then faster at the yell.

"Karma, what the hell-"

Fumbling with his wand again he blew the door open the door just intime to grab a hold of her once more blood and fumbling figure.

"Fuck, T'yurma," he grumbled, lowering them both to the ground, "If your going to die on me now, can we at least make less of a mess. You know I don't clean things."

Eyes fluttering open toward the blurred image of the door flying open, Karma flinched, shying away from the figure that came toward her before she recognized his scent. "Liksie..." She curled toward his voice, resting her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes again, the cloth falling away to reveal the slowly healing wound. It was no longer bleeding, but the process was severely hindered by her lack of blood.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, suddenly terrified that he would vanish and she'd be alone. "...Sorry..." Her voice was weak, and she was obviously fading in and out of consciousness. "...Sleepy..."

Feliks's eyes widened slightly at the wound, it was only a slight gester but, on Feliks it was as loud as if he was full out panicking.

"Look what you've gotten yourself into T'yurma," he cluckled slightly, hoisting her in his arms slightly, pulling her closer. He wasn't entirely surprised to see that the ugly wound, which she must have made herself, was already healing. He may not have known details, but he had long since figured Karma Black wasn't normal.

He frown, jostling her head on his shoulder, "Hey! Don't you sleep on me, I ain't babysitting you like this." Reaching a hand up he slapped her cheek slightly, it was a light but firm slap, strong enough to get her back into consciousnes, "I don't care how sleepy you are. We're not having naptime in my bathroom Black."

She whined softly, squirming against his jostling and shying away from his slap. "You're so incorrigible..." Sliding back toward consciousness, Karma groaned. "Let me sleep, loser." She curled further into him, muttering something about it not being her fault he was comfortable.

"Holy shit, I'm starving." There was the sudden, familiar pain of her fangs slipping out of her gums at her softened words, the heartbeat beside her as loud as a siren. She blinked once before jerking away from him, suddenly across the small bathrrom with her hand clapped over her mouth and her back pressed into the tub. She turned her head away from her, so her hair hid her expression. Her hand stayed where it was, muffling her voice as she whimpered her next words.

"You should go."

Feliks snorted, "I let you sleep, and next thing I know you're not going to wake up on me. Nuh-uh, not dealing with that today."

His blunt announcement to her statment that she should then go eat something, was cut off as she was suddenly across the small space. His eyebrows raised in disbelief at the action.

"What the fu-" he looked at her with a large frown. "Kicking me out of my own bathroom are we?"

Karma snorted. "Let me reschedule not waking up to a day you're more open to." She muttered, finding herself dependent on the side of the porcelain tub. She tried to hide it as well as she could, keeping her gaze decidedly away from him as his scent started to cloud her mind. Stopping breathing alltogether, Karma tried to think of ways to get him to leave without making him irrationally stubborn, again.

She glanced over at him, before looking away again, not trusting her eyes not to betray her. Her pupils had dilated to past that of human capacity, and she was searching for a response when the phone in her pocket buzzed. Frowning slightly, she tugged it out, wiping the screen slightly before flipping it open.

"Jul-" Suddenly holding the phone away from her as angry french echoed around the small space, Karma grimaced in pain as the French boy's voice upset her already developing headache. At least Liks kept his voice down. Nausea took over, and she slumped around the tub as another wave of dizziness over took her. She needed blood, and soon.

"And would you drink someone before you pass out again?!?!" The sudden english echoed around the room, easily audible as the boy's voice rose in panic. Karma winced in pain, and her stomach rumbled. Her vision went hazy, and the hand holding the phone went slack. It was suddenly entirely too much of a bother to focus on anything else going on, from the Pet on the phone to the boy across from her.

She was sinking into unconsciousness again.

Feliks made a move to step forward, his slight frown on his face one more, when the sound of ringing filled the room. He frowned until the girl pulled out one of those weird muggle devicse, a phone or something like that. He winced slightly as even he could hear the french being spewed out of it. The boy's french was horrible, and his english at times could be only slightly better, so the words that rung in the small space confused him more than anything else.

"Damn French always over react to everything," he muttered, rolling his eyes, before catching the way the girl sagged again. Despite her 'warnings' or whatever they were, he was across the room again thanks to his long strides and pulling her off the tub. "Come on T'yurma, we went over this. Naptime over."

Shaking her rather roughly, he picked her up off the groud, and turned to move towards the room when he caught sight of something. What she had obviously been trying to hide.

"So, that's what he meant by drink someone," Feliks said softly, his voice soft. "T'yurma's thirsty."

He frowned for a moment at the girl, expression blank before he set her down, "Wait here a second, and don't fall asleep again."

He disappeared from the bathroom and wandered over to where he had a stack of plastic cups.

"Red for blood," he muttered with a grim little smirk, "Fuck, this is going to hurt."

Pulling out his wand, he muttered a quick sever charm at the skin on his arm, and the whole thing exploded in pain, and blood driped over both the counter and the cup. Messy, however, effective, the large gash filled up the containar quickly, and with a shaking hand he quickly healed the wound back up and cleaned off the extra blood.

Walking back into the bathroom he frowned for a moment before pushing the cup towards her, "Know you could probably have done it cleaner, but no offence T'yurma, but I don't trust hungry Vamps to stop when I want them too, even if I trust them normally."

Spoiler:

Karma was dragged back into conciousness by the shaking, her eyes rolling up into her head briefly before she blinked and was stuggling to focus on him again. "Lemme alone..." It was then that she noticed her feet weren't anywhere near the ground anymore. Her mouth opened in a whine before she snapped her mouth closed, remembering suddenly that she didn't want him to see...

But he did.

Looking up at the way he was watching her, Karma looked decidedly across the room at the wall, her line of sight going directly underneath his chin. At the mention of thirst, her fangs became even more evident as her hunger spiked dangerously. She didn't have the energy to juke away from him, but the way she could almost physically feel the blood pumping through his veins was not a good sign.

Then she was on the ground again. Blinking up at him, she just barely understood his words, her vision blurring again as he disappeared.

She was alone.

The irrational stab of terror and sadness was immediate, her heart speeding up drastically as she sat on the cold floor, sagging into the tub once more. Despite his words, she felt herself being dragged downward, hallucinating the smell of blood and nearly passing out again.

She was nearly gone when he came back, his familiar blurred image another she shied away from until he spoke. His words were inaudible, the cup in his hands the only thing she could focus on. She took it from him and brought it to her lips immediately, draining the thing in five large gulps. Had the boy not been standing there, she probably would have licked the cups insides, but she contained herself. The split second energy from the blood lingered only that long before she sagged with tiredness again, nearly falling.

Slowly, the wound on her chest healed, and she was able to breathe normally again.

"...Sleep now?" The words were slurred by tiredness as she grabbed his arm, tugging him toward her so she could curl into him, some irrational feeling demanding she make sure he wasn't gone when she awoke. "I'm... better..."

Feliks, just to be safe, kept his distance as she drank the contents of the cup. He like Karma, more than he liked most people, so he supposed that put her into some catagory like a friend, but he didn't really fancy bitten.

He sighed as she tugged him forward, but picked her up none the less, "Sure, T'yurma, sleep time."

He rolled his eyes, and wandered out of the bathroom, and setting her on the small couch. Rolling his eyes, he threw a blanket over her before wandering back towards his painting.

"Sleep, T'yurma. I'll be over here if you need me."

Curling into him, Karma rested her head on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt as she was carried through a blurred world. He was the only thing solid at the moment, the only thing real.

Then she was on the couch. Her eyes followed him tiredly, widening slightly as he seemed to be... fading? Her mind was too sluggish to realize that he wasn't really fading, just moving away, but the intensity of her paranoia could not be helped. Her arm followed him, her entire body rolling toward the end before the couch disappeared too. "Lik-" Falling briefly toward the floor, Karma's mind reeled, the lonliness that stole over her nearly crippling.

"Stay..." She whimpered into the smudging run of paints that were her reality. "Don't... Don't go..."

Sighing, Feliks had barely gotten a few steps away before he had to turn back around to keep her from falling right off the couch. Honestly, was she going to be this needy?

"Don't be such a baby T'yurma," he muttered as he sat on the couch himself, before pulling her back up onto the couch. "I was just going to go finish my painting, but if you're going to be that needy. Suppose I'm staying here aren't I?"

His arms were there, familiar, solid again, and she moved back into them, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his shoulder again, snuggling closer. She closed her eyes, content now that she could hear the boy's heartbeat. "Staying." she repeated softly. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt again, and she sighed, relaxing into him. As long as she was here, he was going nowhere.

It made her smile as she was finally pulled into unconsciousness.

Feliks rolled his eyes as she took up post on his lap, more or less forcing him to stay seated... or carry her around. Neither of which he was particularily thrilled with, but the former sounded better.

"Yeah, staying; I'll just sit here and watch you sleep. so thrilling."

Sighing, he let an arm wrap around her to keep her on his lap, and proceeded to hum to himself. At least his music was still on.