Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 19, 2009 14:03:38 GMT 1
It was Ed’s turn to start shivering now. It was not because of the cold, it was because of his own words. He let go of Cassie and sat down completely on the floor next to her, clutching his knees. One of his hands was still absently fiddling with the piece of metal on the floor and the man himself was staring quietly at the stairs. He flinched at the sounds of the fight upstairs and began to wonder whether he would ever see the world outside of this basement again. “Yeah you should have but since when do you listen? You’ve never listened for as long as I’ve known you,” Ed said, looking at the girl fondly. She’d always been headstrong and in trouble because of it.
He frowned at Cassie’s question, it was a good one. How did Silas know? “I don’t really know how he knew but I’m glad he did, otherwise I’d still be in my pub with no idea you were in trouble,” Edward answered quietly, still contemplating just how the older man had known what was going on, he’d have to ask Silas about it when all this was over. Though Ed did wish he was still in the Hog’s Head it was better he was here to comfort Cassie, even if he was doing a shit job at it.
“Whatever, we can argue about him later,” he dismissed, restraining himself from abusing the vampire further. It wouldn’t help the situation at all, even though blaming Dacian was called for because it really was all his fault. Just like he’d said before, Cassie wouldn’t listen to him even if it was logical reason. At the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood Ed instinctively shielded Cassie before returning back to the spot next to her on the dusty floor.
Again his hand slid over the cold metal but in the dark he couldn’t see what it was. Ed shivered again at yet another fair enough question from Cassie. “Yes, we are going to get out of here I promise you,” the man said softy, pulling Cassie over gently so her head rested on his shoulder. The sounds of fighting began to grow louder and he watched the door, his hand wrapped around the mysterious piece of metal.
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Post by Cain Heath on May 19, 2009 14:11:12 GMT 1
He’d lost his grip on the knife and Cain snarled, trying to keep the upper hand despite being acutely aware that Dacian with a holy blade was more than he really wanted to face. He was in too deep to back out now, he could take a few punches (or stabs) for the greater good, especially as there was a whole selection of weapons from Silas he hadn’t even tried yet. Like that odd shimmery powder that Cain assumed did more than sparkle and the holy water.
The humans were a distraction he could do without, two more heartbeats thundering in his ears, two more people to interfere in his plans. He’d have to kill them later, leave no evidence behind and gorge himself on their blood. Cain’s train of thought was interrupted when a blade sliced into the flesh just beneath his ribs, sliding deep enough to nick long disused organs. Pain exploded out from the spot, burning through him and forcing him to double over even as he hit out at Dacian.
Cain backed up, a hard shove from Dacian sending him tumbling through the window. He kept his hold on the older vampire, rolling across the glass smattered lawn and ignoring the sharp prickle as shards of it dug into his back. His teeth sank into Dacian’s upper arm, trying to keep him pinned while Cain scrabbled for the magic powder. Magic, he didn’t trust it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He coated Dacian in it liberally, hoping it would make the vampire spontaneously combust. [/font]
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on May 19, 2009 14:43:32 GMT 1
Thankfully Cain took most of the glass shards in the back, but the momentum had Cain rolling and pinning him in his own puddle of glass spikes soon enough. Dacian snarled and snapped at the other vampire, wrenching his teeth out of his upper arm just in time to be covered in… glitter? Something got into his eye, and then suddenly the glitter wasn’t so ridiculous. Pain and light flooded his vision, and then everything was white. Whatever Cain had covered him in felt like sand in his eyes, sharp chiselled sand.
Swearing loudly, Dacian threw an arm up to cover his eyes but too late, he couldn’t see a damn thing. Roaring in uncontained rage, he struck out at Cain, hitting anything he could reach. So long as he kept Cain close, he could fight. If Cain had the opportunity to sneak up on him, he would be in trouble.
Hair-grabbing was in order as he used Cain’s head as leverage to bite at his neck. Missing the neck, he bit down on something that was probably an ear. That would do. Sinking fangs in, Dacian jerked his head away, spitting out the offending appendage before returning to the mauling. He’d dropped the knife somewhere between crashing through the window and getting blinded, but that did not matter so long as Cain didn’t get his hands on it. Just to make sure, Dacian kept Cain busy. Repeatedly striking, Dacian finally found a good hold on Cain’s neck with his teeth and worried at it like a dog with a toy. As soon as he’d done enough damage here, he was performing Cain’s favourite trick and ripping his heart out through his damned chest.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 19, 2009 15:57:50 GMT 1
Silas waited only long enough to watch Ed’s form disappear downstairs before he rounded his attention back onto the two vampires. For the moment Dacian seemed to have the upper hand, and Silas wasn’t going to take any chances as far as that was concerned. He raised his wand, indiscriminate of which one of them he was targeting, but then...
...they both went crashing through the window.
Silas gave a low growl and rolled his eyes back in annoyance. Goddamnit. Couldn’t possibly keep it in one room could they? Great, now he had to follow them out, and like hell he was taking the long way through the front door or crawling through the window. Aside from looking like an idiot, he’d just slice his hands up on the broken glass. Fucking anti-Apparition charms.
Well, there was still one other way.
The section of wall beneath the window blew apart with the force of a small explosion. Splinters of wood basted outwards along with rubble, mortar and other bits of debris. The air hadn’t even cleared of the hovering dust before Silas stepped through the fresh hole in the wall and crossed out of the way of the destruction. There we go.
The direction of the fight was now impossible to tell. Silas caught a glimpse of a bright powder before Cain rubbed it into his opponent’s eyes and Silas smirked cruelly. Yeah, that would probably take a few days to clear. Dacian then set in with more ferocity and Silas actually lowered his wand. At this rate he could just leave them to it, wait for one of them to die, and then pick off the exhausted victor with just a flick of the wrist.
On second thoughts, better step in if it looked like Dacian was going to win too easily. For now the fight looked like it could go either way, even with the older vampire blinded.
Heh, this was going to be interesting.
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Post by Cain Heath on May 19, 2009 16:00:12 GMT 1
For a moment Cain thought the powder hadn’t done anything and it had been some kind of extremely unamusing hoax on Silas’s part, but then Dacian started thrashing around wildly, blows glancing mostly harmlessly off of Cain. When Dacian meant to hit somebody he made sure it hurt, he didn’t ineffectively strike at his opponent like that. Cain realised with a rather sinister chuckle that the other vampire was blind, perfect, if he’d known he would have used the magic sooner.
Any enjoyment of the small victory was short lived. Dacian got hold of his hair and held on tight, moving so swiftly Cain had no chance to block the attack before teeth were at his ear, sharp canines breaking through the skin and tearing away a large chunk of the flesh. Cain let out a howl of agony, scrabbling at Dacian’s arm to try and break his grip. It didn’t work and the older vampire used a process of trial and error to get a good hold on his neck.
There was an explosion somewhere near the shack, showering rubble down onto the two vampires and it was all the distraction Cain needed to struggle free, Dacian taking a handful of hair and a mouthful of neck with him. Viscous blackened blood oozed from Cain’s wounds, dribbling slowly down his neck and seeping into the collar of his shirt. Fuck. He was going to kill Dacian and once he’d done that he was going to chop him into little pieces and force feed them to his human girl. Cain launched himself at Dacian once more, aiming for the throat himself. [/font]
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on May 19, 2009 16:55:24 GMT 1
The explosion gave Cain enough of a distraction to wrangle free, and Dacian scrambled into a couch, listening intently. One heartbeat. Silas. Lip curling, Dacian barely had enough time to register Cain was attacking again before he was pinned. He felt teeth sink into his neck, and things started to crunch that weren’t supposed to. Cain had managed to start gnawing on his throat, crushing the cartilage of his trachea and generally ripping his neck to shreds.
Grasping in the grass, he found a shard of glass and dug it into Cain’s stomach. The glass was tearing up his palm, but it was doing worse damage to Cain’s unprotected underside. Cain at least stopped mauling his throat, and so Dacian gave him a shove and rolled over to pin him. Glass still in hand, he kept digging, gritting his teeth against the various stabbing pains from his other wounds to bury under the other vampire’s ribcage which was surprisingly difficult by touch alone.
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Post by Cain Heath on May 19, 2009 17:47:07 GMT 1
Revenge was sweet and Cain would have grinned has his teeth not been buried firmly into Dacian’s neck. He bit down hard, not intending to let go until the other vampire’s throat was an unrecognisable mess of mangled flesh and dark sluggish blood. Perhaps give as good as he’d gotten and tear his ear off too. See how much his human plaything liked him then, disfigured and scarred. Vampires bled slower than humans, the circulatory system lying dormant, but even so enough damage had been done that they were thoroughly slicked with blood.
Pain in his abdomen forced him to release his hold with an animalistic growl, falling back as whatever weapon Dacian had managed to grab hold of dug deeper into his stomach. Dacian had him pinned and Cain caught sight of the glass fragment as he thrashed to try and break free. His movements only succeeded in making the wound worse, sharp edges slicing up under his ribcage to puncture a lung. Blood bubbled up Cain’s throat as he hissed and spat, his hand finding Dacian’s shoulder where the crossbow bolt had hit and his fingers digging in to the injury. [/font]
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on May 20, 2009 10:20:55 GMT 1
Cain was doing something painful to his shoulder wound, but he was too close now to let it distract him. Snapping teeth in the general directed of where Cain’s hands might be, he put extra weight behind his right arm, digging further up under the rib cage. His left hand, rather than following suit with his right, worked at tearing into the soft gelatinous organs that he had already exposed. Things were cold and slick under his hands, but repeated grapping and tearing pulled something free.
Once through the diaphragm it was easier going. He could feel the sponginess of a lung, which meant the heart was not far off. He smiled triumphantly, finding the taught muscle of Cain’s dormant heart. Leaving the glass embedded in the vampire’s lung, arm buried up to the elbow in Cain’s innards, he clasped his hand around the all-important organ. “Should have kept your heart to yourself, Cain.” He whispered around the damage to his throat, blind eyes staring just to the right of Cain’s face. “Should have kept away from her, she’s mine.” He tensed, ready to rip.
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Post by Silas Rosier on May 20, 2009 12:10:45 GMT 1
It was still difficult to tell what was going on with both vampires rolling on the floor in such an undignified fashion. What Silas knew for certain was that he didn’t like what he was seeing. With every second Cain was a little less in control, and Dacian was edging a little closer to victory. The spitting and snarling sounded more like a set of feral animals than anything even vaguely human. And what the hell was Dacian doing with that arm?
Wait.
Was it inside Cain’s fucking abdomen?
... Couldn’t say he’d seen that one before.
Nothing ever really had a habit of working out the way you wanted, did it? Certainly not for Cain, at any rate. The man had seriously been waiting for this for over 200 years, and here he was, with the element of surprise, a hostage, a blinded victim, and he still couldn’t fucking succeed. In any other situation Silas would have just laughed. There was no other word for it, it was pathetic.
Fuck it. What was the old adage? If you can’t get something done right...
Silas made a sweeping motion through the air with his wand, and two lethal looking shards of jagged glass and pieces of spiked wood from the previous explosion drifted languidly up into the air as though gravity had died. They paused, hovering, angling idly towards the two fighters until Dacian’s back was a broad enough target. The end of the wand flicked, and they shot off like fired projectiles, tearing themselves into the older vampires back with a sickening series of sounds of flesh ripping and bone cracking.
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Dacian
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on May 20, 2009 12:38:32 GMT 1
There was a brief pause and look of surprise on the older vampire’s bloodied face before Dacian slumped lifelessly over Cain, his hand relaxing its grip on the other vampire’s heart. The once powerful vampire was now a limp corpse, his blind eyes wide and staring, mouth still ajar in the last moment of disbelief.
The shrapnel fired by the wizard had embedded in the vampire’s back, a piece of wood wedging between shoulder blade and spine right over the heart. Other pieces of glass and wood had shredded the man’s shirt, embedded as deeply as bone and muscle would allow. There was no sign of life from the body, not even a twitch.
In truth, the wood spearing the vampire’s back had only grazed the heart, sending the body into a shutdown designed to save the body from more damage. Unless the heart was properly punctured or removed, eventually the vampiric healing would take affect and restore the most severe damage. For all intents and perposes, however, he looked dead. The body's defence mechanism ‘playing possum’.
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