For Science, For Knowledge, For..OUCH!(Lyxie)

[Darien Greer]

Darien Greer sat inside a black plastic body bag, resting on top of a silver gurney. It was a very unique experience for a vampire, it was possible to smell every ingredient involved in the making of the body bag, he could hear faintly through the material the sounds of the wheels rolling over hard floor. He was wondering vaguely how it was he'd let himself get roped into this, he had plenty of time to do so, rolling around the way he was.

Darien's bookstore was a busy place but most of the time but he always managed to get around to everyone for a little bit of small talk. About a week ago he'd come across a young lady in a section of the store not often frequented. In her hands had been a book on Egyptian Mummification and she'd been checking out another book on preserving severed limbs. The two of them had begun chatting about the woman's, Lyxie as she introduced herself, fascination with all things dead.

His enhanced nostrils had informed him that she was in fact a lycan and he was fairly certain that her own nose would tell her of his similar non-mortal status, but he decided to simply inform her of it himself. She had seemed pleased and after a few more hours of conversation she had asked if he would let her cut him up and Darien, always looking forward to discovering something new and educational, had agreed as long as he was allowed to see what she was doing.

So that explained why he was sitting in a body bag, on a gurney, being wheeled into Lyxie's lab about to be cut up while still conscious. He was a little worried, seeing as it would probably hurt very badly, but he was also excited. He wanted to know what was inside him just as much as she did.

The gurney came to a stop and Darien unzipped the body bag and threw it backward, gasping for air though he didn't need to breathe.

"It was quite stuffy in there." He stated, turning to look at his partner-in-crime. She was an intriguing character, he'd thought so from the moment they'd met, and he quite looked forward to continuing their intellectual friendship. So long as he lived through this little experiment. Thankfully Lyxie was more into studying already dead things than killing new things to study.

[Lyxie]

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Wide eyes flickered around everywhere as she tried to keep her shoes from squeaking too loud against the always too-waxy tiles below. The rolling wheels seemed to echo endlessly throughout the hallway, and although she knew perfectly well that there wasn't another person alive in this building, fear and doubt still crept up her spine as she rounded each corner and passed by each door. Paranoia always erupted from her guilty conscious when she did something that she knew wasn't exactly polite or legal. Not that cutting open into the body that she was currently wheeling round was a terrible thing; the man inside wasn't exactly dead, but he wasn't too alive, either. He did volunteer for this little experiment, after all, but it would probably look a lot more hostile than fun to anyone who passed by had she done this during work hours.

This wouldn't be the first time that Lyxie had snuck into the government owned building during the only few hours that they actually closed down and locked up. There had been days when the clock just didn't give her enough time to finish working on a body, and she always found herself unable to sleep knowing that she was so close to unraveling the mysteries of a corpse and finding their true cause of death, which was rarely the first reason that was expected. Being the absolutely worst kind of sneaky person there is out there, it should've been no surprise to her when the authorities caught her the first time. Thank God Kyle answered his phone at the very early hour of two in the morning and came down to straighten things out. Now, people were pretty used to Lyxie going in and out of the building at the oddest times.

So, to the security cameras above, it wasn't an unusual sight to see a fairly small woman pulling around a gurney with another body bag resting on top of it. The only trick she had to do now was keep the guilt expression hidden from her face until she was in the safe confinements of her office, which was the only autopsy room without a camera in it. Lyxie never enjoyed working under pressure.

When the door came to a complete close behind her, a heavily relieved sigh breathed through her always chap stick covered lips. Through the smell of Burt's Bee's Wax was the faintest odor of her previous steaks (three of them), mountain of potatoes, and the roll of garlic bread she scarfed down right before this meeting. No, anxiety nor her conscious had nothing to do with this large meal. It was fairly normal-sized meal for the wolf that usually kept her stomach calm and content for about a few hours. She was never really sure how she kept her relatively small size, considering that lately she rarely found the time to take a run through the woods or hunt down a wild animal. Either way, she clearly knew that a few hours had definitely passed as a too familiar grumble ripped through her insides, nearly loud enough to rumble over the sound of a zipper and a loud gasp as the plastic bag's prisoner broke free of it's grip.

"It was quite stuffy in there."

She took in her own gasp as her body swiveled around to reveal an apologetic face toward the poor man. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to keep you in there for so long!!" Worried eyes flickered across his face for signs of dizziness from the lack of oxygen. The absolute worst thing that could've happened at this point was if she suffocated her experi- ... Well, Lyxie would much rather use the term, "Lab Friend" than labeling him as an experiment. That just seemed like such an unfriendly and rude word to call someone, especially someone sweet enough to volunteer their body to her on the first day that she met him. Let's not confuse Darien's act with those who have made the same offer to Miss Lyxie; this was a very non-sexual, educational type of meeting that involved naked bodies only in ways that would make the majority of the population cringe with discomfort and disgust.

It was a very casual yet peculiar meeting. Lyxie wouldn't have been surprised to discover that the bookstore wasn't staffed at such the odd hour of two in the morning. Her first assumptions were that someone had left the store unlocked with the lights off, in which case they should've been fired immediately for being so careless. Curiosity led her to saunter into the store, and then her own interests led her directly to the dusty section about anatomy, corpse, burial traditions, and most importantly, body preservation. The entire section smelled just about as dead as the store was, and she had found herself lost within a book on Egyptian mummification when a voice nearly startled her enough to dash off.

She didn't run, though, and that was how she came across meeting Mr. Darien. The first few moments were rather strange as her wide eyes refused to glance away from the most intriguing creature she had ever meant. It wasn't until the explanation of his undead state that Lyxie finally realized why and how he was the most beautiful thing ever. Perhaps it was strange for the woman to ask if she could cut into his body and take a little peek inside, but Darien didn't seem to mind at all as he almost immediately said yes. That just made Lyxie's entire night, to be able to perform an autopsy on something that was dead yet alive somehow. Oh, the scientific discoveries would be endless! Not that anyone one else would know of her findings; she was very much for keeping supernatural beings out of the eyes of the government, having seeing and hearing way too many stories and movies about Area 51.

"You don't feel dizzy or anything, do you?" Almost immediately, her face went blank as common sense suddenly made a few things click. Dead people didn't really need to breath at all, but that was no excuse to not worry about her new friend. Perhaps he still wanted to breathe anyways, finding the old habit somewhat hard to knock off. How terribly rude of her to not let a little bit of air in for him. Shaking her head, Lyxie spilled out a quick, "I'm so sorry," before turning again to quickly grab a hold of a few needed items.

Pulling back a sheet, she uncovered a variety of sharp objects that laid cross a smaller table not too far away. They were by no means spread in a matter that was neat an orderly; all great geniuses work best in an organized mess, after all. Snapping on a neon green glove, a single latex finger lightly pushed around her tools to make sure that all of them were there before she shifted her body once again and walked over to the next destination, which was the fridge. Opening it revealed rows and rows of blood-filled bags, each row with a different blood type in it. "I wasn't really sure which type was your favorite, so I had a friend bring them all to me." Grabbing a few of them, she turned back toward Darien with a smile and sauntered over, placing the bags in front of him on the gurney. "I could hook you up with IVs and all of that, but I figured that you'd probably enjoy drinking it better. I mean, I would enjoy eating while being operated on, anyways." As surprisingly abnormal as that statement sounded, her face delivered a genuine smile as she turned away from him once more to strip herself from her jacket and grab a lab coat off of the hook. No sense in getting her clothes all dirty, although if they weren't going to be stained with blood now, she would probably wind up spilling taco sauce on them later.

Speaking of tacos, that would be next on the list of items that she needed. At such an early and late hour, food was a necessity for getting the energy that was needed to preform such a task as this. One of the things she loved most about her job was that her co-workers understood and almost applauded her huge appetite. In a miniature fridge that was always right next to the cupboards of supplies and important documents, there was always a large stock food that was equally as important as the tools along her tray. Of course, she wouldn't be serving for just one, tonight. Grabbing a rather large couple of handfuls of tacos, she spilled them out next to her supply tray before wheeling it back over to the gurney, picking up one more item along the way.

"You might as well make yourself comfortable while you are here." With another smile, she lifted up a few pillows. "I've laid on a gurney before. So, I know how uncomfortable they would be." You have to be somewhat weird to have a job like a coroner. So, it should come to no surprise that were always weird games an activities done throughout the halls, like gurney racing and "don't drop that fat dead man."

Plopping down on a stool beside her friend, her eyes quickly scanned their little area to double check her mental list of items as she picked up a taco for herself and handed one to Darien. "We don't have to start right away. Do you want to guess what we're going to find while we eat?" With a face a little too excited, half of the taco was already in her mouth before she even finished the question.

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[Darien Greer]

Darien laughed gently at her reaction to his comment about stuffiness. He felt bad that she was feeling guilty. He patted her on the arm and shook his head. "It's quite alright. We vampires don't need to breath, it's just not an easy habit to break. Do not worry yourself about it, I could have stayed in there for decades and been perfectly okay, except for the boredom that would no doubt set in." He smiled and laughed lightly again. The poor woman was feeling a little distressed about him and he could tell that the situation was a little awkward for the both of them.

"Don't feel awkward Miss Lyxie. This situation might be a little strange but I am entering into it of my own free will. I have no doubt that this will hurt but I am willing to endure for science and for knowledge. So do not feel bad if I am in pain, and don't worry about anything else either."

Darien wasn't really good at talking to people, so he wasn't sure if what he was saying would actually do any good as far as her fears were concerned. But he felt he should get points for attempting it.

He was distracted in the attempt by the unveiling of her numerous tools. He recognized some of them, and knew what their uses were. A little shudder ran through him at the thought of what was about to come, but he reminded himself of that ever present need for more information, more knowledge. He desperately wanted to know what would happen when she cut him open, how quickly would he rejuvenate, would the blood loss kill him if he didn't replenish quickly enough? Were his innards different from a humans? Did his physical make up change?

All those questions had been haunting him since they had made this arrangement, he had stayed up night after night in his store, reading medical journals and researching the human body. He was practically a doctor now.

Distraction came again in the form of an open fridge filled with blood bags. His main preference was O, something about that particular blood type just set his taste buds on fire. But in this particular situation it would probably be better for him to take as much as he could get of what he could get.

"I like O most but I am not picky, and I will probably need a good chunk of that tonight. Don't want me getting desperate and trying to bite you. That would spell real death for me."

Lyxie's point was a valid one, an IV would be no fun, he wouldn't be able to taste the blood, and this was guilt free blood, requiring no kill for him to have his fill.

"Thank you, I would much rather ingest it orally. I appreciate you thinking of that, I never would have. You've been incredibly considerate."

It was proven even more when she handed him some pillow and Darien smiled in response, stacking them under his back and neck, supporting himself and elevating him to the point where he could watch what she was doing but not so high that it would interfere with her cuts.

Darien took the taco from her and smiled crookedly, he watched as she devoured it and placed it elegantly in his mouth, his impeccable manners too far bred into him to be changed. He enjoyed the fact that she was an eater, too many women these days were obsessed with their body type and keeping themselves small. They starved themselves and turned their bodies into stick figures. It was in no way appealing and made them look ridiculous, occasionally it even killed them.

"Let's see. I don't feel like anything is different inside, I feel like I will look quite the same. Perhaps my organs will be shriveled and dead however. Since I do not need them. I would think that my lungs would be collapsed."

As he spoke, Darien removed his suit jacket and dress shirt, exposing his toned body and allowing the access she would need. Hopping off the gurney, Darien removed his pants, baring it all to the world. He didn't like underwear after all.

"Might I have a sheet to wrap around me, that gurney is quite chilly."

Darien stood naked in the middle of the room, not aware of any awkwardness that might arise.