A Murderer's Thought Process Study

[Deathkitten]

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[NotAllThatCreative]

Michael blinked in confusion, standing with her, "Okay... Maybe this is just some weird blood lust dream. I'm not going to hurt you... At least, not this part of me anyways... I am a little surprised you didn't run away or something... I mean, you aren't a vampire, and you certainly don't smell like a werewolf. Most other things are at least a little wary of vampires. Certainly one that has killed an elder vampire at the very least." He grimaced lightly, looking around the room, "I'm not freaking out really, that ship has sailed a long time ago. I was just startled by the change in atmosphere." He smiled politely at Lacey, "Regardless of this strange occasion, its a little rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Michael Jace McLauren. You can see where the little split offs from me get their names. Jace for some reason likes my middle name... and Mike just likes to shorten my name..." His smile turned back into a frown, and he sighed, "How many people did Jace hurt this time? He finds it amusing to not let me know... I don't really know how it all works, but I know he finds it amusing to hurt people. This whole mess has left me with such a horrible blood lust. Its hard to resist, and Jace doesn't care to resist it in the least..." He looked around again, thinking, "So, you probably have papers about me, what about you? Care to tell me a bit about yourself?"

"I'm not scared." Lacey chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I'm not a werewolf and I'm certainly not a vampire." She informed and motioned to the chair with her hand. "Sit and I will answer your questions." Turning on her heels, she walked over and sat down in her chair once again, looking up at Michael. "My name is Lacey Belazarie." She nodded and hummed quietly. "Three from what we know currently. "She informed and sighed softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Colorful character, Jace is..." Looking shocked at the request, she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "What would you like to know?"

 

[Deathkitten]

A large smile appeared on Michael's face when she said she wasn't scared, "Really? That's... so refreshing. Actually talking to someone is so nice. You aren't a werewolf or a vampire... what are you then? You can't be just a human, you're taking this far too smoothly for that." He sat again after picking up his chair and righting it, "Lacey Belazaire, pleasure to meet you, regardless of the darker circumstances." Michael grimaced, "Three... all casualties or did anyone survive it? I hope so... three is such a low number for him, so he was probably playing around... like a cat with mice." He looked up again suddenly, "Not that I am admitting to doing anything else to anyone else. I'm not that stupid... Ah... He is rather colorful." Michael sighed deeply, then plastered a sweet, handsome smile on his face, "Oh I don't know... How long have you been working here as a... Therapist? Counselor? Psychologist? Speaking of which, where am I? The name of the facility and such, I mean. I would like to know how far from home that idiotic, insane Jace has brought me this time."


His expression soured once more, "I really don't know why I haven't been killed. I am as good as feral. Fear does stupid things to smart people, and because of their fear, more people have been hurt." Michael shook his head, "Sorry. Back to you, Miss Bela, if you don't mind me calling you such. Lacey sounds far too mundane, and you are dealing with a less than mundane problem after all. It fits. Let's see, do you enjoy books? I quite enjoy Anne Rice. Her accounts of vampires are amusing, and she writes well. L. J. Smith is also a good writer, though the story Dark Visions has to do with a much different type of vampire than myself... Hm... You do believe that I am as I say, right?" He opened his mouth slightly, allowing his fangs to descend, "I do have these... after all..." Michael sighed out his nose, "Damn it all, I am thirsty... Jace will lose his cool so to speak if it is not dealt with, and I don't much like it when he does. The lack of control at those points is... troubling. Could you help me, dear Miss Bela?"

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(I will reply in about an hour My show's on TV currently.)


 

A large smile appeared on Michael's face when she said she wasn't scared, "Really? That's... so refreshing. Actually talking to someone is so nice. You aren't a werewolf or a vampire... what are you then? You can't be just a human, you're taking this far too smoothly for that." He sat again after picking up his chair and righting it, "Lacey Belazaire, pleasure to meet you, regardless of the darker circumstances." Michael grimaced, "Three... all casualties or did anyone survive it? I hope so... three is such a low number for him, so he was probably playing around... like a cat with mice." He looked up again suddenly, "Not that I am admitting to doing anything else to anyone else. I'm not that stupid... Ah... He is rather colorful." Michael sighed deeply, then plastered a sweet, handsome smile on his face, "Oh I don't know... How long have you been working here as a... Therapist? Counselor? Psychologist? Speaking of which, where am I? The name of the facility and such, I mean. I would like to know how far from home that idiotic, insane Jace has brought me this time."
His expression soured once more, "I really don't know why I haven't been killed. I am as good as feral. Fear does stupid things to smart people, and because of their fear, more people have been hurt." Michael shook his head, "Sorry. Back to you, Miss Bela, if you don't mind me calling you such. Lacey sounds far too mundane, and you are dealing with a less than mundane problem after all. It fits. Let's see, do you enjoy books? I quite enjoy Anne Rice. Her accounts of vampires are amusing, and she writes well. L. J. Smith is also a good writer, though the story Dark Visions has to do with a much different type of vampire than myself... Hm... You do believe that I am as I say, right?" He opened his mouth slightly, allowing his fangs to descend, "I do have these... after all..." Michael sighed out his nose, "Damn it all, I am thirsty... Jace will lose his cool so to speak if it is not dealt with, and I don't much like it when he does. The lack of control at those points is... troubling. Could you help me, dear Miss Bela?"

"I'm not human, no, but I'd rather not disclose that." Lacey shook her head and then hummed lightly in thought. "I've noticed." She gave a short nod and leaned back into her seat. Interlacing her fingers, she placed her hands in her lap and seemed a bit thoughtful. "Psychologist." She confirmed and nodded. "Where are you? A special prison, quite a ways away from town. The name, well, the guards can tell you that." Pausing, she tilted her head lightly and nodded as she listened to him speak. She could understand that. Fear did make people do stupid things sometimes. "I don't mind." She shook her head and seemed a bit curious at his question. "I do like books. Preferably ones that are about the mind." Raising an eyebrow, she now seemed a bit confused. Help him? How could she help him? "And how can I do that? What can I do to help?"

 

[Deathkitten]

"Suit yourself," Michael mused at her request to not disclose information. He smiled again, chuckling, "Psychologist. Sounds like your days are probably just filled with fun. I'm your most recent case then, I presume? I'm both lucky, and I feel sorry for you..." He sighed, leaning back more gently in his chair than Jace had before, "As for the guards telling me, I don't see why you can't, but far be it from me to try to get you to tell me something when you don't want to." Michael stared at the ceiling, "Not too surprising I guess. A vampire who reads vampire books, and a psychologist who reads psych books. Aren't we both just so interesting?" He chuckled again, smiling a little to himself. He was trying to cheer himself up, at least he was in control of his own body right now, and talking to an attractive lady none-the-less.


Michael came back up from leaning and met her eyes, "I think it would be best, perhaps not yet, perhaps not even soon... I think it would be best if you could get me to be a more personal case. Safer for everyone involved I would think. That way, I would interact with less people. Believe it or not, I do want to get better. Jace and Mike... they... are a different matter altogether. I want your help in that, so people can be safer, and less necks end up torn to shreds. I also need help with getting blood, obviously, but I am trying to leave that issue for when it is more dire. I don't think you'd have the easiest time getting me blood, after all."

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

"My days are... Interesting." Lacey agreed and gave a small nod. She nodded once again at his question and raised an eyebrow at what he had said. He felt lucky and sorry? How odd. "I read other books as well but ones about the mind are more interesting to me." She shrugged lightly and hummed thoughtfully. "A more personal case? And how could I do that?" Raising her eyebrow once again in a curious manner, she watched him and crossed her arms lightly, seeming a bit curious about the man in front of her. He intrigued her. "I will try but with Jace, I make no promises. He... He's interesting." She sighed softly and shook her head. "And how could I get you what you need? Of course I won't have the easiest time getting something like that. I'd have to go to the hospital for something like that. I can get it easily, that's no problem. Getting it in here is a different story." They liked to search you when you stepped into the main entrance. It was very difficult to get away with anything in this place.


 
(I just noticed that two other people are watching this forum xD I'm curious to know how that happened.)

 

[Deathkitten]

((No clue. I don't feel well though, so it might be a little bit before I post.))

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(You're fine. I'm trying to focus on science homework anyways.


It just confuses me xD )

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(Dropping this. Sorry)

 

[Deathkitten]

That's okay. Sorry.