Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on May 17, 2009 23:59:32 GMT 1
The aim was on him, though Dacian would rather Cain didn’t have a weapon to aim at all. His strategy of riling Cain up seemed to be working flawlessly, and the older vampire waited so patiently through his monologue. Insulting Cassie, now that hit a nerve. Dacian’s shoulder’s hunched and he growled a little. Consorting with Silas was Cassie’s least attractive habit, but he knew she was not a prostitute despite the amount of times he had implied it to keep her from working there.
Cain seemed distracted enough from Cassie so Dacian launched himself at Cain. Another bolt hit him in the shoulder, but he met Cain’s lunge with determination. The two hit the ground, Cain on top. The younger vampire went for his neck, but Dacian managed to dodge the attack. He could not dodge the wrench on the bolt in his shoulder and he hissed in pain as the barbed point pulled free of the skin and muscle.
In retaliation, he jabbed the bolt he’d pulled from his knee into Cain’s side, using the distraction to push Cain off and get to his feet. Without giving him time to react, he grabbed the younger vampire by the scruff of his shirt and belt and threw him bodily across the room to the bottom of the stairs. Snarling, he went after him. He shot one last glance at Cassie as he paused to discern Cain’s next move. The other vampire took a few stairs and before Dacian followed him up, he shouted a command to Cassie, hoping that she would listen at least this once. “Stay there!”
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Post by Cain Heath on May 18, 2009 1:23:07 GMT 1
The hiss of pain was all the reward Cain got from Dacian before the fight took an unfortunate turn for the worse for him. There was a sharp jab to his side, the crossbow bolt Dacian had somehow managed to hold on to slicing through flesh as it dug deeper. Cain let out a pained grunt, his grip loosening and allowing the elder vampire to gain the upper hand. Dacian pushed him away and Cain barely had time to pull the bolt from his side before a strong grip on his collar and belt lifted him and sent him sailing across the room.
Cain crashed into the steps, his landing awkward, wood splintering beneath him with the force of the throw. He would have been winded had he needed to breathe, instead he was on his feet in seconds, retreating up several steps to give himself a chance to draw one of the weapons Silas had given him before Dacian could pounce again. The knife gripped tightly in one hand Cain rolled with the next attack, spilling the two of them out into the Shack.
He slashed blindly with the knife, feeling the sharp edge slice the skin of Dacian’s cheek. Even a cut as shallow as that would be effective with a blessed blade. Cain used the opportunity to scramble to his feet, hauling Dacian with him and lunging with knife simultaneously. Instead of sliding into Dacian’s chest it met resistance in the form of his arm. Cain snarled, following the attack up with a punch that landed with the satisfying crack of snapping rib, sending Dacian stumbling back towards the wall of the Shack. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 18, 2009 10:01:21 GMT 1
Silas didn’t stay away long. That had never been the intention. Seriously, and miss something this epic? Yeah right. He had just needed to make, well, a pick-up stop of sorts.
The wind seemed to have died down a little as the derelict shack materialised in front him once more. But, this time, Silas wasn’t alone. As feeling solid of ground appeared beneath his feet, he sharply released of the arm of a second man who was looking like all his nightmares had come at once. Edward Johns, the Hogs Head barkeep.
... Why the shit was he just standing there? “Come on,” Silas growled, giving him a forceful shove in the direction of the door when the man showed no inclination of being able to move under his own power fast enough.
As they hurried into the dilapidated entrance hall, a loud crash from the basement grabbed both of their attention, courtesy of Cain’s body slamming against the foot of the stairs. Silas’s head snapped around at the noise and with a “Basement. Go,” he grabbed Edward by the collar and wrenched him towards room adjoining the cellar. Yeah, like hell he was going to be the first one through, not when Edward was there as a suitable meat-shield for any stray crossbow bolts.
They had barely gotten into the room when both vampires exploded from the basement out onto the floor, virtually at each other’s throats. Hang on, the basement door was now unguarded. Caught up in ferocity of their brawl, neither of the vampires seemed to have noticed himself or Ed standing there and Silas wasted no time in again shoving Edward to where he needed to go. He could deal with Cain and Dacian. “I’ll cover you,” he lied. “GO!”
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on May 18, 2009 12:00:50 GMT 1
Holy blades? Dacian snarled and lashed out as the fairly innocuous wound on his cheek flared with pain. His thrashing served some use, as the blade next hit his forearm, plunging all the way through where it might have hit his chest. Furious at the other vampire’s use of unfair means, Dacian barely had enough time to wrench the blade from his forearm before Cain’s fist landed squarely on the weak healing bones of his ribs.
Dacian grunted and fell back against the wall, catching a glimpse of Edward stumbling through the door. Too preoccupied to wonder how Edward had got here, he waved an arm toward the basement. He had to keep Cain busy while Edward got Cassie out of here. He could devalue Edward later. He hunched over himself, readying the blade for Cain’s next attack. Sides wrenching in pain with the movement, the older vampire lashed out blindly with the knife, felt it hit and lumbered forward to grab his adversary. The two threw punches and scrambled for better purchase until their brawling took them next to one of the old grimy-paned windows.
With a hefty shove, Dacian pushed Cain backward through it but the other vampire’s hold on him took him through as well. The two tumbled outward onto the unkempt lawn outside in a shower of glass and wooden frame.
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Edward Johns
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The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 18, 2009 12:46:40 GMT 1
Edward was shaking almost uncontrollably and his legs almost buckled when both he and Silas once again touched back down to solid ground. He was just a barkeep, how could he hope to save Cassie from a murderous vampire? He could just leave it up to Dacian, no. Then there would be no hope, Dacian would win and he would never see Cassie again without that bloody vampire on her arm. Bust still there was the fact he could, you know, die while trying to save her. Dacian held the advantage that he couldn’t be killed all that easily.
Conflicted, the man looked from the shack, to the path leading away from it and then back to the shack. In the end he didn’t get a choice, Silas made it for him as the other man shoved him towards the door. Grudgingly his legs kicked into gear and he tumbled through the door, quivering. Edward took a deep breath to calm himself. Visibly he stopped shaking but still his heart raced as doubts filled his mind. He was just a barkeep not some kind of vampire hunter. He’d had the shit beaten out of him by some man, what was a vampire going to do to him?
The thought of Cassie and having Silas beside him finally wrenched the man out of his fear induced stupor. He would rescue her and he would do it in some super awesome badass way... scratch that last bit, he should focus on just rescuing her. The sounds of fighting made him jump into action. The man raised his wand at the ready and followed Silas. He looked back to see the form of Dacian and another break through a window and instantly his confidence was restored. The vampires had left the building.
Eagerly he raced ahead of Silas and into the basement, almost falling down the broken stairs in his hurry. Ed lit up his wand and saw Cassie huddled in a corner. All fear was forgotten at the look on her face. “Cassie,” he said softly, dropping to his knees and placing his hand softly on the girl’s tear streaked face. “I’m here now and we have to get out of here,” he whispered urgently.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on May 18, 2009 15:06:16 GMT 1
It hurt so much, her fingers felt like they were on fire, painful heat searing through the tips where her nails had been. Add to that the deeper throb of her wrist and it was no wonder Cassie was sobbing, muffled whimpers and hiccoughing breaths tumbling over each other in a teary mess as she cradled her broken hand to her chest. And then Dacian was there, for a moment she thought she was hallucinating, for all Cain’s talk she hadn’t thought he would truly walk into a trap. Not for her, not when all they seemed to do was argue and build up a load of sexual tension that might never be resolved.
Her relief was short lived, the moment she spent cradled in his arms fleeting. Barely enough time to rekindle the hope that she might make it out of the dingy basement before Cain was back spitting, snarling and armed to the teeth. Cassie watched helplessly as the two vampires fought, too exhausted and scared and hurting to argue as Dacian ordered her to stay put. She retreated, sinking back into a corner to hug her knees. She wanted her wand. She wanted Ed.
At the sound of his voice she looked up, this time convinced it had to be her mind playing tricks on her. It couldn’t be him, but it was and the warm hand on her cheek confirmed it. ”Dacian said to stay here.” She whispered, voice choked with tears, leaning into Ed’s touch. It was a stupid thing to say, but Cain was up there and Cassie had an increasingly strong desire to stay the hell away from him. ”Please,” She begged, ”I’m scared.” [/font]
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Edward Johns
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The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 18, 2009 15:25:15 GMT 1
The more he looked at her the more he couldn’t resist, Edward pulled her into his arms but still minded the hand he’d noticed her nursing. He had been so scared for her, he hadn’t thought about it before but now he found himself musing over the fact that what if she had already been dead? What would he have done? The man shuddered at the thought, she wasn’t dead. Cassie was still alive and here in her arms. Still he held her closer, just to make sure, just to be safe that it wasn’t just what he wanted to see.
“Oh Cassie,” Ed whispered soothingly. His wand clattered to the ground as he let go of her and gently took her hand. The man visibly winced at the damage that had been inflicted; this was all Dacian’s fault. If he hadn’t of gotten Cassie involved it would be him tied up in the basement – or dead, whichever- and Cassie would be safe at the Hog’s Head playing with Rowdy or something. Ed hoped both of the vampires ended up dead, Silas would kill whichever one survived and then the problem would be solved. No more Dacian and no more sadistic-bastard-that-killed-Vivian. He tore off a few small strips of his shirt and tied them around Cassie’s fingers as best he could; there was nothing he could do for the broken wrist for now.
“Fuck what Dacian said, everything he’s said so far hasn’t really worked out has it?” Ed mumbled quietly, turning away from the girl for a moment. He resisted the urge to pick up Cassie outright and just leave the others to their business, the only reason he didn’t do it was because there were still vampires out there and he had no interest in letting either of them become their chewtoys. “Fine, we’ll stay here but I think of all the stupid ideas Dacian has had this is one of the worst. We’re trapped down here Cassie and I’m not interested in letting you be killed,” he said bitterly, busying himself with checking the girl over for more wounds.
“When the time comes, can you stand?” Ed asked softly again, eyeing the doorway.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on May 18, 2009 17:38:51 GMT 1
Cassie let Ed pull her to him, melting bonelessly into the embrace, relaxing for perhaps the first time since she’d been kidnapped. She felt more tears clog up her throat, seeming to make it difficult to breathe and she swallowed hard, burying her head into Ed’s shoulder to try and stave them off. She was sick of crying, sick of being frightened. Cassie just wanted to be home, though the thought of being alone in her room at the Three Broomsticks didn’t appeal, home was wherever Ed happened to be.
She shivered, only just realising how cold she’d gotten once she had Ed’s warmth seeping into her chilled skin. ”I’m sorry,” Cassie murmured, feeling like it was all her fault Ed was even here. If she hadn’t been so stupid none of this would have happened. With her uninjured hand she wiped at her eyes. ”You must hate me.” All she could think about was their last encounter and how her hateful words had almost been the last thing she’d said to him.
Even the gentle touch as Ed examined her hand was enough to make Cassie hiss in pain, having to forcibly stop herself from flinching away. She bit her lip, frowning as he carefully bound her fingers, the pressure of the fabric on tender skin making the pain flare up once more. ”It’s not his fault.” Cassie found herself defending Dacian, feeling the blame was entirely misplaced when Cain had done the kidnapping.
She chanced a glance at Ed’s face and was taken aback by the dark half-circles under his eyes. Even in the poor lighting of the cellar she could tell that was bruising and not one too many late nights. It wasn’t a fresh injury either, the bruises having already turned a bluish purple. She ignored his question in favour of one of her own. ”What happened to you?” Cassie reached out with her good hand, fingertips tenderly tracing his cheekbone just below the bruise. [/font]
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Edward Johns
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The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 18, 2009 18:12:59 GMT 1
Ed noticed Cassie shiver and in an instant his jacket was off and around her shoulders. He looked at her clothes, she must have been freezing. After he had bandaged her fingers and donated his coat to her cause, the man resisted the urge to start pacing. Sounds of fighting from upstairs was making him restless, the need to get Cassie out and away from here got stronger and stronger. Why was he even listening to what Dacian wanted? All that vampire had brought him was pain and misery, by listening to him now it could mean both of their deaths.
“What? Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault you were kidnapped and tortured,” Ed said dubiously, frowning as much as the pain in his face would allow. This was not her fault and he never would have even thought it was, not for a minute. It was Dacian’s fault and, to some extent, it was his too. He’d been the one to let her go off with the vampire with hardly any fight. His face was dark as he absently toyed with something cold and metal on the floor. It softened again when Cassie told him he must hate her.
“Hate you?” he repeated, “Jesus Cassie would I be here if I hated you? Would I have come running when Silas told me you were in trouble if I hated you? Somehow I don’t think so. I have never hated you, maybe disliked a little, or a lot, but never hated.” Ed put his arms around her again still mystified at how Cassie could think he hated her. After all that had happened in the past few weeks he may have not wanted to see or speak to her but he’d never stopped loving her. Okay maybe he could see why he hated her.
“I’m so sorry Cassie, I’ve treated you so awfully and now I almost lost you. I am so sorry,” he whispered, trying desperately not to tear up too. God he was such a wuss. Cassie’s defending of Dacian made the emotion he was feeling disappear at once and his body stiffen. “This is his fault Cassie. What started out as a game to get to me has nearly cost you your life. If he had of backed off when he should have this would never have happened. This is where his selfishness has led,” the man said bitterly but still quiet. He left out the bit about how he hoped Dacian would die tonight, if he did then Cassie would be safe and things could go back to the way it had been before in Hogsmeade.
Ed became self-conscious about his bruising when Cassie pointed it out. “Do you really think this is the time and the place?” he asked, smiling weakly at her. He flinched when she went to touch his face but stopped at how gentle her touch was. Instead of pulling away he leant into it, his skin tingling at the touch of her fingers. He’d missed that. In turn he rubbed the girl's legs, trying his best to warm her up without removing any more of his clothes.
“If you really must know, I got into a fight a couple of nights ago; you should see the other guy. If we survive I might tell you the whole story,” Ed chuckled darkly. More sounds of fighting upstairs echoed down into the cellar telling the two humans that there was no chance of escape just yet.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on May 19, 2009 11:38:02 GMT 1
She accepted the coat without complaint, drawing it around her tighter and drinking in the added warmth the heavy fabric supplied. It smelt like Ed, with an undertone of mothballs, but Cassie still found it comforting. Dacian was here, fighting Cain and Ed was here to look after her, it was all going to be okay. That thought brought on a wave of exhaustion as the last traces of adrenaline supplied by fear left her system.
Her lip trembled as she tried desperately not to try again, the way Ed laid out the situation, wording it so bluntly made it all worse somehow. Her wrist flared up at the word torture, a constant reminder of just what Cain was capable of. ”I should have listened to you. To Dacian.” None of this would have happened if she’d had an ounce of common sense and the two men she cared about most wouldn’t be in danger.
”How did Silas know?” Cassie asked more than a little confused, but still managing a shaky smile at Ed’s bumbling attempt to convince her he didn’t hate her. Not particularly eloquent, but heartfelt which was what she liked about him. The hug helped more and she leant into it, clinging to every whispered word like it was a lifeline. He always knew just what she needed to hear and she couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips now that she knew they didn’t have to fight any more.
The relief was short lived and Cassie winced as Ed went rigid. This time when he spoke his words were about as far from comforting as they could get, so much for not fighting. ”No,” She denied weakly, ”He does care, or he wouldn’t be here.” A particularly loud crash, the sound of breaking glass punctuated her sentence made her shiver again. Whatever was going on up there Cassie was glad she didn’t have to see it.
Any smile she managed at Ed’s bravado faded at the last sobering remark. ”If?” Cassie echoed, looking scared once more. She needed assurances not harsh truths. ”Ed, we are going to get out of here aren’t we?” Suddenly she didn’t feel nearly so safe in his arms any more. They were both so young. What hope did they really have? Two barely qualified wizards, one injured and unarmed against a clearly insane vampire. Even Dacian, with 600 years of experience under his belt, was having trouble. If he lost… Well it just didn’t bear thinking about. [/font]
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