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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Sept 14, 2009 17:23:52 GMT 1
There was only so fast a vampire could run. The screams reached his ears as soon as the green flames receeded around him. He stepped out of the Floo Networked hearth and was instantly barraged by female screams of pain. The patrons in the Three Broomsticks were oblivious of course, their hearing was a hundred times duller than his.
He walked briskly out of the bar and once in the street, set out at a dead run for the origin. Witches and wizards still strolling the main street gasped and gave shouts of surprise as the blur of a man rushed past, but he paid them no mind. The knowledge that he was a vampire was no longer essential to keep a secret, and the screams of a woman was enough of an excuse to let the fact be known.
Thankfully the scene was outside, not in a residential home, and Sam came to the corner just as a familiar voice emphasised when he could only assume was a spell. ‘Obliviate’. Well that couldn’t be anything good. Was he too late? The slight pop of the disapperation was almost lost under the wheezing breaths of the young woman slumped against that wall. Listening briefly to assure the man had left, Samuel strode down the narrow alley and crouched before the girl.
Her pulse was elevated but steady, and her ragged breathing betrayed some sort of chest wound though he could see nor smell a wound. Her hands were a little grazed, but there was otherwise no bleeding. Whatever Silas had done to her had been purely magical harm, and considering she was the half-vampire he had heard about from that very same man earlier that evening, she would have had no defence.
“Alright there, Sephora.” Silas had helpfully dropped her name before he cast that last spell. “Sit still for me. Where does it hurt?” It was almost inconceivable that the screaming he had heard could have been wrought without even one flesh wound. Samuel bared his teeth in disgust for spell-casting. What an underhand way to get what you want with no repercussions. There was no honour in torturing a woman, especially with magicks. The majority of magical damage could only be healed by said magic, so Sam hoped for Silas’ sake that he could heal Sephora.
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Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Sept 15, 2009 10:32:28 GMT 1
Sephora spluttered and coughed as something slammed into her like a car driving her into the wall. Fuck; why did Silas keep on making it difficult to breathe? More black dots sprang up in front of her eyes, and she hated the fact that his wand enabled him to do superhuman things. It wasn’t fair! What was the point of having superhuman strength and stuff if there were people hanging around with magical twigs that could do the same thing? It was cheating; that’s what it was!
Unexpectedly, the ropes that had been holding her painfully in the air disappeared, dropping her even more painfully to the ground. The impact jarred her slight frame, causing her to snarl in pain again. She sucked in her breath again, not wanting to waste the opportunity of freedom. She didn’t care that Silas had finally realised his mistake too late and finally released her, she was going to make sure he felt the same pain he had just put her through. But before she could even get her sore limbs into gear to launch her body at him, everything she knew went black.
Her head hurt. She blinked uncertainly. Everything hurt. And she couldn’t remember how she got here. Where was here? The ground was cold beneath her hands, which also hurt, and she was aware that she was slumped on the ground. Her vision was blurry, but her name being spoken shook her firmly into reality.
He came into view, all honey blond hair and stubble - charming in a rugged sort of way. Firstly she wondered what he was doing here. She didn’t know him. There was something funny about him too. And she wasn’t about to burst out laughing either. She couldn’t hear a heartbeat. And then he barred his teeth, revealing something she knew far too well. Fangs. He was a vampire.
Sephora couldn’t help it. She panicked. Her mind automatically connected her limited information in the only way possible - he had caused all this pain. And she was afraid, thanks to what Silas had said about all of the vampires around here wanting her dead. She forced her sore muscles and limbs to launch herself off the ground to make an escape. One thing was for sure, if this vampire had indeed caused all of this damage and wanted her dead, she wasn’t going to stick around.
…Only she didn’t get very far at all. She slammed into the wall that was directly behind her, the impact making a very resounding bang. Had her hand not at least cushioned some of the impact, she would have easily broken her nose. As it was, the side of her head slammed into the wall which caused pain to erupt ion her forehead and behind her eyes. The world spun and she sank to the ground again, dazed and very, very sore.
“Ow,” she mumbled, clutching her sore forehead where an egg the size of the planet was sure to form tomorrow. She didn’t remember that wall being there. But then again, she didn’t remember anything from that evening at all. “What’s going on?”
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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Sept 15, 2009 14:25:54 GMT 1
Samuel forgot just how imposing a vampire’s teeth could be, and he quickly covered them at her shock. As a Halfling, she might have had trouble with vampires before, and so he shouldn’t be surprised that she wanted to flee. “Woah, woah.” He reached out to steady her, but not quickly enough. Her head hit the wall and she slumped.
Halflings were rare, and he’d only come across a handful in his eight centuries. She seemed too human to possess such strength, and so her sudden movements caught him off guard. That was what made Halflings so precious: their humanity. They could walk in daylight and cross thresholds while gifted with superior strength and healing. They were still no match for a full vampire, though, or apparently dark wizards.
He gave a sigh as her head hit into the wall and with firm hands, he sat her back down and pinned each of her shoulders back against the wall. “I don’t usually like to tell people what to do, and I don’t like to use threats, but if you don’t sit still and tell me where it hurts, I’ll tie you up and find out for myself.” Said the vampire, voice tinged with exasperation. Silas had a lot to answer for, but the health of this young woman was to be addressed first. Samuel could not stand by while another suffered.
“My name is Samuel, Sephora. I’m going to help you. But I need you to keep still and answer my questions, alright?”
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Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Sept 16, 2009 7:12:54 GMT 1
Sephora gulped as the vampire pinned her forcefully against the wall. I’m going to die, she thought. What a way to go - taken out by the one superior being to yourself. Life was so not fair. And she still couldn’t remember what she was doing here. She supposed the vampire had taken her here. But then what he was saying made no sense.
“My name is Samuel, Sephora. I’m going to help you. But I need you to keep still and answer my questions, alright?”
She nodded obediently, mostly out of fear for further retribution or death. He wasn’t going to kill her? Sephora’s sore, tired and completely muddled brain tried to fit the pieces together, and ended up failing miserably. There was something that she was missing here, but she didn’t know, or couldn’t remember what it was.
“It hurts everywhere,” she said, but then realising that this may not be very helpful, she elaborated, “My chest really hurts. I think some of my ribs are broken, and it’s hard to breathe.”
What she didn’t say was that she thought that she may have just broken her own hand as well. That was far too embarrassing. She was just thankful that she wasn’t lying dead and abandoned at this point, and was willing to answer any questions, do anything really, to prevent that from happening.
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Post by Samuel Jacobs on Sept 16, 2009 10:03:33 GMT 1
Assured that she wasn’t going to try and get up again, Samuel took his hands back, now just crouching in front of her. She was obviously scared, and the vampire had to wrestle down his need to avenge her. The guilt at having gotten her in this situation in the first place began to gnaw at him, and he knew it would take him many nights of prayer to feel like he had even apologised enough.
The least he could do was heal her wounds – if he could even find them. He shifted his weight forward, leaning on his knees. Her laboured breathing did indeed suggest a problem with her ribs, and he caught her gaze. “May I?” He gestured at the hem of her shirt. She gave a permissive nod – more out of fear for what she thought he might do if she refused, he thought – and he proceeded to lift the clothing away from her skin. With a clinical detachment, he examined her waist and lower ribs, keeping the shirt down over upper chest. Samuel was a prude, after all.
His icy fingers traced each of the ribs he’d bared but he could find no breaks. There was however a great tenderness and Samuel frowned. Whatever had hurt her had not left an outside mark. It must have been magic. He had no idea how to heal it – he would just have to hope that his blood was strong enough to reverse the damage. If it couldn’t, he would have to find a capable witch or wizard who could.
He lowered her shirt and checked her head where it had hit the wall. A physical wound like that would clear up on its own, but the dose of blood he planned to give her would almost instantly fix it. It was lucky really that she was a hybrid of his kind; else he would not have been able to help at all. A quick assessment of her legs and arms proved no problems there, but one of her hands seemed to have taken some damage. He lifted it and carefully testing the bones. “Not too bad – it’s just a fracture.” He lowered the hand into her lap.
“You’re a half-vampire. I haven’t heard of you in particular before, so I can assume nothing of what you know of us. Assuming though that you drink blood, I’m going to give you a little of mine. It will affect you strangely, but the effects will not last.” He shuffled to sit beside her, and he reached his hand across to her, blue-veined wrist bared. “It will help.” He assured her.
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Sephora Forrest
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Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Sept 19, 2009 1:42:55 GMT 1
Sephora sat rigid, not moving a muscle. She could have been carved from stone were it not for the shaky rise and fall of her chest. She flinched slightly as Samuel’s freezing fingers touched her skin and hissed in breath as he checked for breakages. If there weren’t any she was going to have to kill someone. Her ribcage ached something shocking, every breath felt like she was being jabbed repeatedly in the ribs with a sharp object.
He obviously knew what he was doing, but she was still mildly creeped out and scared. And along with this her usual hate-the-world-especially-men attitude began to reawaken, and she had to resist the urge to slap his hand away.
Samuel continued to check her over and already her patience was wearing thin as it so often did. She felt as though she was being babied or patronized, and she didn’t like it. No surprises there. She quickly reminded herself that she needed to be cooperative here; her life may depend on it. She twitched impatiently and held her tongue. He’d better not be checking her out. Sephora’s feeling of discomfort increased as he lifted her hand, and tested it again; revealing a pain that was a lot more localized and sharp than the one in her chest. Ouch. There was definitely something broken there.
…Or not. Sephora was scowling but this point, not going to admit to herself that she may have been overreacting about her injuries. They hurt. A lot. Bullshit there was nothing broken. And she didn’t really care if he was being gentle about it - he was still causing unnecessary. She seemed to have decided that now it didn’t look as though she was going to die, she was going to be difficult and complain instead. Only internally though. She was still wary on Samuel, and what he might be capable of.
She did grow slightly smug about the fact that he didn’t really know anything about half-vampires. Sephora liked to think she was unique if she couldn’t be all powerful. And it gave her a bit of an advantage if she ever did run into a hostile vampire. They wouldn’t know what she could do. Therefore, she needed to know all of their weaknesses and her strengths to use this knowledge against them, She made a mental note to research vampires more extensively after this.
Sephora stared at Samuel rather dumbly. Drink his blood? But he was a vampire. Wasn’t that kind of cannibalistic? Aside from this fact, she wasn’t really… well hungry. But after observing his manner for only a short while she had no reason to believe he was anything but serious. Gingerly she took hold of his wrist, shooting him a nervous glance as she did so. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she slowly bit into his arm.
Her first impression and instinct was to spit his arm right out again. The taste was so foreign; she wanted to get it out straight away. It was almost like her body registered it as very unnatural indeed. It certainly wasn’t what she considered blood; that was for sure. It was kind of thick and gluggy - like melted chocolate or soup. It didn’t seem to like coming out either. And it was cold. Great. As if sitting on the freezing cold ground in winter wasn’t cold enough. Once she got used to the taste however, it was quite nice. Very nice even.
For some reason she was getting quite drowsy, and she lifted her lips away from Samuel’s arm. She blinked several times and then yawned like a cat before leaning against his shoulder and promptly falling asleep.
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