PHOENIX. [sequel to 067]

10. broken vial.

a sigh slipped past dottore's lips as he walked through the halls of his laboratory. something inside of him was telling him the way he reacted was wrong, yet he can't seem to rationalize it with his own thoughts. he knew that you don't remember him, of course he knows. he saw how you reacted to him when you first woke up. those eyes full of curiosity and fear at the same time.

he saw how you were scared of him, at first. he couldn't blame you. he was looming over you while staring at you like some zoo exhibit. however, that wasn't important now. the thing that's important to him is how he feels.

it's not often that he feels these ....human emotions. though, one could argue they weren't just limited to man kind, but it doesn't change the fact. he's not used to having his chest ache, to having his lungs feel as if they're going collapse - especially for no logical reason. he's a deranged doctor, not some ... dumb mortal with stupid human emotions.

the way you looked at him when he tried to kiss you hurt him. he hates to admit it, even to himself, but it's the cold truth. he felt hurt, and upset. or maybe it was just your reaction, plus the added stress of the tsaritsa's stupid decision. maybe.

he walks through long series of halls, very clear of where exactly he's heading. he's been through these undecorated halls numerous times, it's nothing special. there's maybe a few photos of the harbingers up on the walls and maybe a few plants here and there, but nothing eye catching to the man.

he takes a deep breath once he's at a small, long, door. his hand collides against it a few times quickly as he breathes. he uses his breathing to reassure himself that what he's doing is okay, despite how out of character it is.

the door opens slowly, revealing the regrator behind it. he stands in a long black robe with his hair all messed up and it's clear dottore had awoken him. but this was important to him, and the regrator would probably love to hear all about it.

  "dottore? you never seek me out, what's going on?" the regrator asks lowly as he yawns. his hand rubs his eyes as he pushes the door further open, allowing for dottore to walk into his expensively decorated room.

  "pantalone," he starts as he walks inside of the room. he doesn't bother to turn around, as he wishes to avoid making direct eye contact with the man, "i think i'm experiencing.. human emotions. you're human, help."

  "whoa.. whoa. i feel honored you came to me," pantalone starts as he shuts the door behind him. he looks over at dottore with a soft expression, "talk me through it, i'll see how i may help."

pantalone moves over to pour a glass of wine, all while dottore sits on his bed with his legs crossed.

  "my darling pulled away from me earlier."

  "your darling being that vampire subject of yours?"

  "correct."

  "okay.. how did he pull away from you?" pantalone questions as he leans his back against his dresser, slowly sipping away at his wine.