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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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Yeah. Okay. Good.

Uhm...with Rido? I--well I sort of panicked and figured vampire and he could help and I didn't want to hurt anyone else but if I had to hurt someone...he's top of my list? Except he's been sort of okay since I got all fangy.

Speaking of how did that happen? Curse? Or do you turn into a vampire the fourth full moon of every year or whatever?

Curse. Used to be one, but not anymore.

I dunno any Rido, so... let me know where you wanna meet, I guess.

Which makes sense now that you'd have a cure.

I'm in the Underground. Maybe close to the Lab there?

Not gonna like to you-- it's gonna hurt like hell. But it works.

That's fine by me, I can swing down there in a while.

...I'll take a cure with a side of pain-lots-of-pain if it means not being yellow eyed, dead and craving blood.

Okay. I'll be there.

[It's probably too much to think he'll recognize her-- Frankie barely recalls what he did while cursed, and because he didn't recognize any of his victims at the time, there's no easy connection made in his mind between faces and names. But he knows what the differences will be-- the fangs, the pallor, the yellow eyes that seem to be unique to his world's undead-- so he isn't concerned about finding her, once they've set a place to meet.

Frankie looks relatively at ease, if a bit worn out, as he comes up on the Lab.]

[Lucy is waiting as promised near the lab. She doesn't remember Frankie either but she feels somewhat comfortable approaching someone strange. She's under control due to Rido and the Master's blood. She sees Frankie walking toward the lab and slips outside.]

Frankie? [Of course under control or not she does have the pallor, the fangs and the yellow eyes.]

That's me. [He looks her over.] Lucy, right?

[Figures, a whole City full of mainly humans, and Frankie manages to bite two blond chicks.]

Sorry about all this. [He nods, a slight frown at the corners of his mouth.] Shouldn't take more than a few minutes to fix, though.

That's me. Although I don't usually look like death warmed over. No offense.

[She shrugs a little at Frankie's apology.] I understand. If it weren't for the fact that Rido and the Master have been keeping me full up I'd want to attack you too.

Shit wasn't going so well for me at the time. [He shrugs, almost smiling wryly at that, but not quite.] Should probably go inside? Could use some privacy, and a place to sit down.

I can't figure out why [She nods and takes several steps to the door then opens it and holds it for Frankie]

There's a little library in here. It's empty. [She doesn't mention that the Master is probably stalking. She can hear the thump-thump-thump-thump of his hearts and she knows he'll stay out of sight for the most part]

Well, things aren't great at home. [He says that in an offhanded, resigned tone that implies he doesn't really want to talk about it as he follows her in.]

Fine by me. Got a cup, a bowl, something like that? Doesn't have to be big.

Right that whole angsty home life deal. [Now she's just joking and talking to be talking. At his request, she looks around the room, making a face. Finally she locates a coffee mug next to a small coffee station.]

This work?

Sure. You been feeding? Not biting, I know, but... [He glances up at her for confirmation as he sets up, cleaning off his knife with an alcohol pad.] Drinking blood, you know. Gonna have to ask you to take a little more.

[She nods her confirmation] Harry and Lord Rido made sure I wasn't hungry since that didn't really produce good results the first couple of times around. [She tilts her head] I guess in a few minutes I'll find that a lot more gross than I do right now because now it just sounds good.

Mine won't be much like what they gave you. [With a flick of his knife, Frankie's bleeding into the mug, careful not to let any drip outside the container. It's not entirely true. His blood looks and smells and even tastes the same as any human's-- he knows, because he remembers biting Elvis-- but it acts fast, and no sooner had he swallowed than it had started to burn from the inside out, like the sun crashing through his veins and waking up his heart.

After a while he twists his arm, the small cut already starting to clot, so the sluggish blood drips slowly down towards his hand, and offers her the cup.]

Bottoms up.

[She only hesitates a moment then drinks quickly, draining the cup. She's just crossing the room to set the cup back down when it hits--blinding, burning, scalding pain. She drops the glass, curling in on herself and gritting her teeth. Lucy isn't brave though and she's not ashamed to scream so she does, crumbling in on herself.]

[Her reaction isn't exactly unexpected-- some take this better than others, but really, he knows what it's like and no one takes it well. So as soon as she so much as shakes, Frankie crosses to help, grasping her lightly by the shoulders, more offering something to lean on than really holding her because he's always a little tentative, these days. The cup is a casualty he ignores.]

[She appreciates his hands on her shoulders and takes him up on the offer. She leans against him, fists clenched as she waits, letting the blood burn through her. Once it has, she's left breathless and exhausted. It takes her a moment to straighten up and the smile she offers him is weak.]

All better? I mean--I don't feel fangy anymore. Just like I could sleep for a week.

Yup. Can even look in a mirror and see, now.

[He steps away as soon as she's got her bearings, because he hasn't had a chance to clean up and doesn't much want to bleed all over everything. So he busies himself cleaning off and re-bandaging his arm.]

Gotta say, you took all this pretty well.

[Lucy considers his comment then shrugs.]

I'm freaking out on the inside. I'll probably go home and eat enough ice cream to make me sick, put on Steel Magnolias and cry then send everyone inappropriate gifts because that's how I deal with guilt. Freaking out on the outside doesn't really do anything except make everything else worse. Is your arm okay? I can probably get band aids for you if you need them.

Sounds like a plan.

[Hey, there are worse ways to deal. Considering his track record turning people, Frankie's relieved to have someone who won't spend the next decade hating him, or mutilate themselves to mutate the virus until they need to be put down.]

I'm all right-- got a few more stops to make, anyway. I'll head out, if you're okay..?

[Lucy nods at Frankie]

Harry's close. He'll take care of me. Thank you and be careful.

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did you want to action this out~?

Sure! Unless you're tired of 'curing' people by now ;)

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