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Post by Silas Rosier on May 24, 2009 13:39:23 GMT 1
As Cain toddled off obediently, Silas turned his attention back to the slumped body of the fallen vampire. If anyone was going to have a cockroach-like tendency to come back when they were least expected, it was Dacian. That potential problem needed to be nipped in the bud. Silas absently began twirling his wand again as he approached the vampire slowly, head cocked to the side like an animal listening intently, his eyes locked on the body. Most of the shrapnel hadn’t been embedded that deeply, surely.
Well, the bastard certainly looked dead. But then again, Dacian always looked dead. Even if he was still alive there would be no steady beating of a pulse in his neck, no rhythmic rise and fall of the chest to give him away. Not that Silas was going to poke Dacian with a stick to see if he twitched or anything. Wouldn’t be necessary after what he had in mind.
The wand stopped twirling. The end turned to aim at the back of Dacian’s neck and Silas’s wrist turned slowly. The was a sharp cracking sound, and a jagged, broken piece of exposed bone slowly tore its way through the flesh of the back of Dacian’s neck to stick out grotesquely, the bloody tendons and connective tissues still half attached from where they had been ripped loose. Dacian’s spine. Well, he wouldn’t exactly need it any more.
Noise from the stairs caught Silas’s attention. Done already, were they? A quick Homenum Revelio in the direction of the basement revealed an adult male and female midway up the stairs in close proximity, and the basement itself oddly empty. Fuck. Cain had gone down a little fast, hadn’t he? Goddamnit.
Silas’s plan had been to cut Dacian’s body into quarters and burn it, but that was now going to have to wait thanks to the timely interruption. He glanced at the body again, almost tempted to stay, but the voices from the stairs were now audible and being spotted like this would probably be more trouble than it was worth.
Fuck it. Finally, he growled and tore himself way from the scene, twisting on the spot and Apparating away silently just as Ed and Cassie emerged. Hopefully the bastard would still be there when he got back.
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Post by Edward Johns on May 26, 2009 12:59:36 GMT 1
It was with great reluctance that Ed stopped himself taking Cassie straight out the door and back to the Hog’s Head. Her wanting to see Dacian’s body only confirmed the fact that she had feelings for him and it hurt more than his neck or his face ever would. Okay, he may have exaggerated that slightly but anyway. “Fine,” he growled accidently, displeasure obvious in his face as he put the girl down not as gently as he could of. He was pathetic, jealous of a dead man, the dead man that still managed to wrestle Cassie from his grasp even from beyond the grave.
“Be quick, I want to get you out of here and to St. Mungo’s,” Ed said agitatedly, moving away from Dacian’s twisted body. She could mourn later, why did she have to see it for herself now? She already knew what she was going to see and it would only make her more upset. The man rolled his eyes as he looked out the hole that the fight had put in the wall. Shards of glass glittered amongst the snow and grass in the innocent moonlight. Beyond the shack there would be no signs of this fight ever happening, no acknowledgement of it.
Morbidly curious Ed threw a glance at Dacian’s body. The vampire was finally dead, if he had felt a little less hatred towards him Ed might have even been sad but as it was the man was happy, in a sick kind of way. It was obvious the vampire’s neck had been broken, the spine sticking straight up while his head lay at an awkward angle was a dead giveaway really. “Come one we have to get you to a hospital, if you want we can come back and bury him later," ‘then burn him for good measure,’ Ed spoke softly but there was a hint of impatience in his voice. Cassie needed help and he needed to both make sure she got it and get her away from the Shack and Dacian’s body before she started confessing her love for him over his dead body.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on May 26, 2009 15:09:43 GMT 1
Cassie flinched as Ed growled out his reply, her lip trembling as she buried her head closer into his neck before he could put her down. Somehow no matter what she did she managed to hurt him. It was her fault he was even here, her fault that he’d had to face Cain. And now she was rubbing salt in the wounds, always pushing him away, saying exactly the wrong thing. It made her wonder why he stuck by her at all when she was always testing boundaries.
She sniffed, blinking back tears as Ed gently set her on her feet, having to steady herself on his arm for a moment when a wave of dizziness washed over her. Cassie looked around, taking in the ruined wall of the shack and the debris littered across the grass, anything to avoid looking directly at the mangled body of Dacian she could see out of the corner of her eye. A deep shuddering breath did absolutely nothing to help prepare her for what she was about to face.
”No,” Her voice cracked as she spoke, rushing to Dacian’s side and narrowly avoiding kneeling on shards of glass and splintered wood. Cassie’s eyes filled with tears that quickly started spilling down her cheeks, which was perhaps a blessing as it blurred her vision of the bones in his neck protruding from his neck at entirely the wrong angle. Bile rose in her throat. It couldn’t be, she’d seen him suffer impossible wounds and survive, why was this time different?
He was lying face down and Cassie was thankful that at least she didn’t have to face that lifeless gaze, like Cain’s sightless eyes staring out at nothing, only one hundred times worse because this was Dacian. She bit back a sob, using one trembling had to brush away the smaller bits of shrapnel from his back, like that would help. ”Dacian, please, you can’t leave me.” Cassie begged, voice choked with tears and her fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt.
She looked up as Ed spoke again, his voice soft, his suggestion sensible, but still one she riled against. ”I don’t want to go to the hospital, I’m fine.” A lie and one that even she couldn’t make herself believe so she had no hope of convincing Ed. Cassie turned away from him again, unwilling to witness the way she was hurting him just by being upset about Dacian. It wasn’t fair. ”How can I just leave him here?” She asked, drawing Edwards jacket closer about her shoulders, a poor substitute for the comfort she really needed. [/font]
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Post by Edward Johns on May 29, 2009 9:29:59 GMT 1
With a scowl on his face Ed watched Cassie as she moved to Dacian’s side. For awhile he hang back, letting her get her teary, mourning thing out the way, if she asked why he wasn’t upset he’d say he was crying on the inside. He winced and put his face in one of his hands as the girl almost knelt right on top of a rather jagged looking piece of glass and the splintered remainders of one of the shack’s walls. The man resisted the urge to tell Cassie to watch out, it was best to back off while she cried over the spilt milk even though there was no use. Dacian was gone –thank God- and he was never coming back.
Ed finally decided that it was best he leave before he let slip anything he’d regret later. In an almost bored manner the man wandered back down to the basement to find his wand. Being careful not to slip in the blood that had seeped out of the strange vampire’s body he felt around for it and found it and the sword. He lit up his wand to see the vampire he’d killed properly for the first time. He was an ugly sucker, especially now his head was no longer on his body. With his wand in one hand and the sword in the other Ed trudged back upstairs to collect Cassie and pinch Dacian’s belt and hilt, it wasn’t like he would need it anymore.
Cassie’s refusals to go to hospital only made the man roll his eyes, it was a matter she had no choice in. “Yeah right, you’re going to hospital whether you like it or not,” he retorted softly as he looked at Dacian’s body, trying to figure out a way to get the belt off him without Cassie freaking out. The man shoved his wand in a pocket before moving to the vampire’s body and removing the belt as gently as possible. As long as he looked like he was doing it out of respect for Dacian and not because he just wanted the belt he should be fine. Without looking at Cassie the man strapped the belt around him so it sat on his hips and shoved the sword back into its hilt, what an awesome bar decoration it was going to make.
“All right, time to go,” with both his hands once again free Ed hoisted Cassie up easily. He was pretty much dragging her away from her vampire friend’s corpse. ‘Easy,’ was what he wanted to say to Cassie’s question on the matter of leaving Dacian. Instead he bit his tongue and stayed quiet as he moved towards the path that led to Hogsmeade with Cassie in his arms. “We’ll come back once you’ve been to hospital and bury him, I promise,” Ed said soflty, wanting nothing more than to get away from the shack and Cassie to hospital.
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Post by Dacian on May 30, 2009 14:55:30 GMT 1
There was a buzzing numbness. As if something was there but not. Like anticipation without the anxiety. Waiting for something? No, more like floating. His head was reeling, on red alert without the noise. What was going on? His eyes were clearing, at least, the grinding sand from that powder washed out by overworking tear ducts. All he could see was darkness, trees, grass, patchy snow and frost.
He was on the ground, cheek resting on the ice-crusted grass. He couldn’t feel the cold, but that was normal. Being outside for so long, he’d absorbed the ambient temperature. What was strange was that only his face felt the cold, the rest of his body felt… what did it feel like? It was if he couldn’t feel it at all. He felt like panicking, but the world was too surreal to manage it. There was too much wrng, too much to panic about. It put him in a serene state to observe from.
There were voices. Cassie. Oh Holy Mother of Christ, yes, she was alive! Where was Cain? The last thing he remembered was fighting Cain. Then… had there been pain? Not from Cain, in his back. Something had hit his back. Then there was darkness. He felt overwhelming confusion. Cassie’s voice penetrated his sensory haze. “Please, you can’t leave me.” Leave her? Why would he do that? What was she talking about?
He went to sit up, but nothing happened. His arm did not respond to prop him up; even his chest would not rise to intake breath for speech. He really began to panic then. It was like being locked in a coffin, but being able to see. He couldn’t move at all. Was he tied? Why hadn’t Cassie untied him? Edward was there, had Edward tied him up? Cast that binding spell on him that Silas had used? It must be more powerful if he couldn’t even twitch.
Cassie was sobbing, her voice broken. He wanted to comfort her. He couldn’t turn to see her. She must be sat on his other side. Wait, what did she say? “How can I just leave him here?” Lave him here? No. She had to help him! He couldn’t move! Didn’t she know he was awake? A horrible feeling came over him. She was talking as if he were dead. Deader. No! Help me! Help me up!
The sun would kill him permanently if he were left here! Edward’s heartbeat was fading, and he was left with Cassie’s hiccoughing breaths and her speeding heartbeat. His stomach should be aching with want for her blood, but even that was numb. In hindsight, he might be thankful that at least Cassie cared enough to cry over his apparent corpse, but somehow that fact did not comfort him now.
Edward eventually came back, and came closer by the sound of his heartbeat. Out of the very corner of his eye, he saw Edward pawing over his belt. He was confused until he heard the sound of his own sword sliding into what must be the scabbard Edward had looted from his belt. Bastard! That at least was a distraction from his helpless plight. The fact that Edward had not only stolen his sword, but had sheathed it without cleaning it was enough to briefly distract him.
Then he must have been taking Cassie away, and the fear returned. No! Cassie was the only one who might help him. His only lifeline, his only hope. No, no, no! He needed her back. She couldn’t leave. He needed her. Needed that familiar heartbeat. Was he going to die out here alone? Despite their quarrels, Cassie had been a friend, someone to keep him company. He needed that company, needed those arm hands, soft lips.
As their heartbeats faded in unison, he heard Edward say he would be buried. Dacian wasn’t sure whether he’d rather be actually dead or buried alive. His claustrophobic angst welled, already fuelled by his prone state. He wanted to run, flee the feeling, and flee the danger. But he was trapped. Trapped in his own body. It was like strained against steel ropes. A futile effort but one he had to try. But the only thing he could to was blink, and stare at the darkness as he imagined it lightening by inches. He could almost feel the sun burning him even though it was far from cresting the horizon.
So this was it. His death. He had never wanted it to come, but he’d rather had died at Cain’s hands than like this. This was not noble death. He was to be consumed by his oldest enemy, the sun. Slowly he would die. He could only hope that the numbness in his body would stop him from feeling all the pain it would cause him.
He could feel it, the stampede; large, powerful, unstoppable. Death was coming, and this time there would be no respite. No demonic stranger to save him. No miracle cure. Dacian was going to die.
Oh, bollocks.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on May 30, 2009 20:51:41 GMT 1
”You’re a jerk.” Cassie snapped at Ed, sitting back on the grass and drawing her knees up to wrap them in a one armed hug. About as far from what she should be doing, which was thanking him for saving her life, for looking after her, but it was pretty hard to be grateful when she was exhausted and hungry and hurting. When Ed was being such a typical man about things and acting like she had no say in the matter.
Then again insisting she go to the hospital was infinitely better than what he did next, which was stoop remove Dacian’s belt and loop it around his own waist. It looked wrong sitting on Ed’s hips, something she’d learned to associate with the vampire clashing terribly with her image of Edward. And when she glanced back at Dacian’s body it felt like there was hardly anything left to identify him by. No hat or coat, his knives in Silas’s possession, Ed carrying his sword and his face turned away. He could be any man.
”I’m so sorry Dacian.” Cassie whispered, knowing Ed’s patience would not last forever and she’d already pushed her luck. He was probably just as scared as her, just as eager to get out of there and never see the shack again. If she did, though, Cassie felt like all of this would be over and she’d have to truly accept he was dead. Ed scooped her up in his arms, ultimately deciding for her, which was a small comfort as she didn’t think she had the will to move on her own.
”This is all my fault.” Fresh tears dampened the shoulder of Ed’s shirt and Cassie just buried her head further into the crook of his neck. ”He’s dead because of me.” Her voice was quiet and miserable, already holding on to the guilt even though Edward had told her and would likely tell her again that she wasn’t to blame. It felt like a betrayal leaving behind, selfish to go to the hospital when he’d risked everything for her. When he’d lost everything for her. [/font]
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Post by Edward Johns on May 31, 2009 11:22:05 GMT 1
It stung when Cassie snapped in him, ungrateful much? Ed supposed she was just tired and worn down from what she’d been through at that point in time, she’d thank him later. He still couldn’t believe it; the events of the night hadn’t really sunk in yet. He was the hero here, him! He’d killed a vampire and saved the girl which meant he was awesome. The man very much would have liked to start gloating about it but he deduced that now was neither the time nor the place and Cassie wasn’t the one to gloat to.
Where had Silas gotten to? Looking around there was no sign of the older man, come to think of it, where had he been the entire time? It would have been nice to have a little back up in the basement. Useless man, all talk and no walk whereas Ed could both walk and talk, at the same time!
Again he rolled his eyes as Cassie said she was sorry. Still he could not see what she was sorry about. It wasn’t like she’d asked Dacian to risk, and give up, his life for her. As he walked down the path, icy grass crunching beneath his feet, the man thought on Dacian’s sacrifice. He was grateful for it but it made him ask himself a prickling question; did it mean Dacian had loved Cassie? He better not have. Subconsciously Ed held the girl in his arms a little tighter, almost possessively. He shook his head to get rid of the thought; he had to focus on getting Cassie to hospital.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes as, again, Cassie rambled about how all this was her fault. Nothing he could say would convince her otherwise, she was pigheaded like that. It was stupid, it wasn’t like she’d asked to be or known that she’d be kidnapped by some insane vampire. “He gave his life so that you could go on living. He liked you that much, he wouldn’t want you to blame yourself,” Ed said softly, choosing every word carefully though he doubted it would help much. He also avoided using the word love; Cassie didn’t need to hear that and neither did he.
He pressed his cheek against the top of her head as it buried into the crook of his neck. The night air was cold and eerily peaceful, the moon made the frosted world shimmer and glitter. If it had been any other night it might have been beautiful. It was ignored in favour of retreating to the Hog’s Head, through the fireplace, a burst of emerald green flame and the sterile waiting room of St. Mungo’s Emergency Room.
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