(relatively baby!vampire Fisk, grown-ass and terrifying vampire Vanessa?)
HAHAHAHA uh.
y'know. the part where Nobu and Fisk do actually still nearly beat Matt to death, and he and Foggy have their grand fight, and Foggy storms out, and Matt lies there aching worse and feeling sicker and more miserable than ever before. (The worst part is that he feels...freer? He's only lost everything, now: he's only all alone, for the first time in years, because if Foggy's left, that's it, there's no more reason to hold back.
Stick was right.
The idea is terrifying and awful, but it has this sickly sweet undertaste to it. Matt's responsible to Karen, still, of course, and there are people he would die to protect (of course) but - but if Foggy's left him, then. Then all the extra little bits, the time-wasting pieces of life that Foggy trained into him? He could...drop those.
When Foggy comes back, and knocks on the door, Matt is startled and guilty, and his head is aching and he's tired: he wants nothing more than sleep, at this point. His whole body feels on the verge of collapse, and - and he feels that if Foggy's taken the time to come back and knock, then it's not like Matt can ignore that kind of gesture. "Come in!" he shouts. Whatever Foggy wants to say, whether it's a final repudiation or another fight, he can take it, he deserves it.
Matt is too tired to focus properly, and his whole body's bruised where he's not bleeding. That's why he doesn't - it doesn't make sense, for a few seconds. (Not that Matt himself would've been able to do anything; he needed Foggy's help to take a piss, earlier than afternoon, for god's sake.)
"Oh my darling," says the woman who isn't Foggy.
Matt's skin prickles. What he smells is entirely impossible; he must be too tired for the world to be making sense, because why would Fisk's woman, Vanessa, come to his house today? It's not Foggy, though, so he struggles to sit up: he doesn't know what he'll tell her, but there has to be some excuse. Car accident, maybe? Whatever it will take to get her out of his apartment, no matter why she's here: there's no good reason for her to be here, but there's no reason for her to know his deep secret.
"Look at you," she purrs, low, hungry: "oh, look at what my Wilson has done."
Matt doesn't know what the hell she's - he tries to sit up, but she pushes him down, and that's not what he expects. "What are you," he starts.
Her heart's not beating. She's walking around and the only heartbeat in his apartment is his.
"Don't," he says, faintly; her hand's on his throat, and there's a strange noise, like someone grinding their teeth in their sleep. She's awake, though.
Re: Fisk/Vanessa/Matt - Vampires/blood kink
HAHAHAHA uh.
y'know. the part where Nobu and Fisk do actually still nearly beat Matt to death, and he and Foggy have their grand fight, and Foggy storms out, and Matt lies there aching worse and feeling sicker and more miserable than ever before. (The worst part is that he feels...freer? He's only lost everything, now: he's only all alone, for the first time in years, because if Foggy's left, that's it, there's no more reason to hold back.
Stick was right.
The idea is terrifying and awful, but it has this sickly sweet undertaste to it. Matt's responsible to Karen, still, of course, and there are people he would die to protect (of course) but - but if Foggy's left him, then. Then all the extra little bits, the time-wasting pieces of life that Foggy trained into him? He could...drop those.
When Foggy comes back, and knocks on the door, Matt is startled and guilty, and his head is aching and he's tired: he wants nothing more than sleep, at this point. His whole body feels on the verge of collapse, and - and he feels that if Foggy's taken the time to come back and knock, then it's not like Matt can ignore that kind of gesture. "Come in!" he shouts. Whatever Foggy wants to say, whether it's a final repudiation or another fight, he can take it, he deserves it.
Matt is too tired to focus properly, and his whole body's bruised where he's not bleeding. That's why he doesn't - it doesn't make sense, for a few seconds. (Not that Matt himself would've been able to do anything; he needed Foggy's help to take a piss, earlier than afternoon, for god's sake.)
"Oh my darling," says the woman who isn't Foggy.
Matt's skin prickles. What he smells is entirely impossible; he must be too tired for the world to be making sense, because why would Fisk's woman, Vanessa, come to his house today? It's not Foggy, though, so he struggles to sit up: he doesn't know what he'll tell her, but there has to be some excuse. Car accident, maybe? Whatever it will take to get her out of his apartment, no matter why she's here: there's no good reason for her to be here, but there's no reason for her to know his deep secret.
"Look at you," she purrs, low, hungry: "oh, look at what my Wilson has done."
Matt doesn't know what the hell she's - he tries to sit up, but she pushes him down, and that's not what he expects. "What are you," he starts.
Her heart's not beating. She's walking around and the only heartbeat in his apartment is his.
"Don't," he says, faintly; her hand's on his throat, and there's a strange noise, like someone grinding their teeth in their sleep. She's awake, though.
"Don't fall asleep on me now, Matthew," she says.