Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Mar 8, 2009 11:52:34 GMT 1
Time was adopting some strange fluid qualities. One second, he had been lying there for eternity and the next her had just fallen to the ground. The short run to outside had now made moving impossible. The backs of his knees were badly burnt and after being stretched out repeatedly they were now horrendously cracked. Blood welled lazily in the stress fissures, but his outer skin had lost all ability to feel. Unfortunately, the lower dermis was still on fire, the heat from the burns still doing damage even though he’d escaped exposure to the spell.
Pain this deep and so thoroughly affecting all of him, Dacian wished he was at least human so the onset of shock would allow him the small mercy of passing out. Despite being all but blind, he could still see the fires of Hell raging behind his eyelids. His senses on the rest of the world were muggy, and the sounds of footprints on the grass were lost, combined with the rest of the auditory collage.
He’d not intended to stay prone like this. He’d though he would have been able to get up and carry on, but his damaged skin had other things planned. The vampire was completely unable to move, almost as if rigor mortis had set in again. Only his fingers trembled, desperately trying to take purchase on the grass in a futile attempt to drag his self up. If Silas caught him like this, he was doomed. If he hadn’t have been in so much pain, he might have been more annoyed at that.
Cassie’s fate was at that damned man’s mercy now. There was something despicably infuriating about being six-hundred years older than your opponent and losing. Was he losing his touch? Reaching some sort of barrier that he’d never be able to break down? He was finally getting senile. First this unnatural obsession with Cassie, then Edward with his crucifix and now Silas with his sunshine. He had to get out of this God-forsaken place and whether or not he tried to eradicate all his newfound enemies before his departure was up to entirely how fast he recovered.
First-things-first, he had to get up and into shelter before the real sunshine came. His fists clenched in the grass, and he managed to turn his head, his lesser burnt side facing the night. He though he heard his name on the wind. Cassie’s voice. Was she calling for help? He couldn’t go to her. Silas would undoubtedly kill him if he tried, and after six centuries of life, he couldn’t bring himself to risk it for one mortal woman.
A shape moved in the limited vision of his left eye. It came to loom beside him, and he flinched bodily away as something reached for him. Somehow, past the acrid stench of his own burnt flesh, he caught Cassie’s scent. A brief spell of concentration and he could distinguish her heartbeat from the mangle of sounds. The man’s left eye, reddened and slightly glazed, rolled in its socket and with the power only his last vestiges of vanity could provide he turned his face away from her.
With great difficulty, he sucked in a small breath but it escaped him as the pain flared in every single chest muscle. He tried again, and managed to speak. The first half of the sentence was lost, though his broken lips formed the words. The only word he managed came breathless and barely above a whisper. I don’t need your “Help.”
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Mar 9, 2009 16:06:45 GMT 1
To put it mildly Dacian looked totally gross. Cassie put a hand to her mouth, he cheeks paling considerably as she tried not to think about his cracked and broken skin and they way his entire body was covered in angry red blistered and in some places rather scary looking black patches where the burns were more severe. So much for not thinking about it. Cassie wasn’t squeamish, but it wasn’t exactly every day she was faced with such extensive damage.
When he spoke it was so quiet she barely heard the whispered plea. ”It’s ok,” She said, voice trembling. It really, really wasn’t ok. Cassie had no idea what to do. Her limited first aid knowledge extended about as far as putting a plaster on a graze and knowing a nifty antibacterial spell. No plaster would be big enough to cover Dacian’s injuries. And now that she could really see what Silas was capable of she was afraid he’d show up any second to finish the job.
They had to get out of there and fast, but it didn’t look like Dacian would be getting up and walking any time soon. Cassie bit her lip, turning to gather up Dacian’s clothes again so she didn’t leave anything behind. Considering the last time she’d performed a simple drying spell on his trousers he’d acted like she was trying to castrate him she didn’t think he’d react very well to what she was going to do next, but she had no choice.
”I’m sorry Dacian.” She whispered, her hand finding his and gripping tight even as she hoped the burns wouldn’t be too serious on his palm. Cassie had never tried to apparate with somebody else before, especially not when one of them was lying down and she was aiming for the rather enclosed space that was her bathroom at The Three Broomsticks. She shut her eyes tight, visualising the destination and felt the familiar lurching pull and uncomfortable sensation of being compressed that came along with apparating.
The landing was a smooth one… mostly. She banged her elbow pretty hard on the sink, the same one that had taken a hit on the bench before, but she barely had time to register the pain before her entire focus was on Dacian again. Ed would know what to do, but she could hardly ask him for help, he’d probably just look pleased and say Dacian deserved it. She couldn’t bring herself to involve Vivian either, she was still so young.
Cold, that might help. Scrabbling for her boot she eventually managed to get hold of her wand in a shaking hand. She bit her lip, hesitating for a few seconds before she cast the spell. What if she did the wrong thing and made it worse? Mumbling her way through the spell with a technique that would likely have made her old charms professor cry with despair Cassie winced as a jet of cold water shot from the end of her wand to splash over Dacian’s back. She was bracing herself for if he cried out, already guiltily convinced that she was just hurting him more. [/font]
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
Posts: 330
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Post by Dacian on Mar 9, 2009 17:09:45 GMT 1
He could hear Cassie moving around; he almost feel the vibration of her feet on the ground. What she was up to, he had no idea. She seemed to be going away, but then she came back. Or were his senses fading in and out and she hadn’t moved? His sense of smell was already too overwhelmed, but he latched onto that thrum of her heartbeat, using it as an anchor and a timepiece. She was worried, he could tell that much. Not surprising really. He should be dead. He probably looked dead. Nevertheless, it seemed Cassie was going to be stubborn about hanging around and there was nothing he could do to prevent that. He could barely get the air to talk.
His hand suggested someone was holding it, as the pain there flared for a moment. What that what she was sorry for? A lurching sensation and the roiling of his stomach a moment later told him otherwise. The sickening feeling was not helped by the sudden change in temperature. The night sounds were suddenly gone and now there were odd echoes as if they were in a small metal box. His stomach clenched and as his ears adjusted, he was convinced they were now somewhere else. Utter confusion consumed him, tinged with a little panic. He hated that feeling of walls all around him, it usually meant he was backed into a corner, a position he never had liked.
If he had the ability, he would have been getting out of wherever this was. There was a certain familiarity about it, but his hearing alone couldn’t tell him. At least the floor he was now lying on was cool. His front had more feeling in than his back, which was starting to worry him, but at least he could feel the cold seeping in to cool the burning deep under his skin. Cassie was shuffling round again, and soon there was the sound of running water. He didn’t realise it was running over him until the water started pooling around him. He couldn’t feel the water itself, just its cooling effect. He had no idea how she was managing to get a steady stream of water over him, but he gradually felt his back numb as the temperature of his skin dropped.
His less burnt areas were now making their demands known, and no amount of cooling water would sooth the pain from them. He might have squirmed uncomfortably if his taught skin would let him. Instead a series of groans grumbled low in his throat. He drew in a torturous breath to speak, thought it hissed out through clenched teeth. “Leave. Go.” Whatever Cassie had done had helped, but other than donating blood, there was nothing else she could do. Now he had to heal, and assuming whatever witchcraft she’d performed had gotten him off that field, here seemed as good a place as any to rest. Cassie had been clever enough last time he’d come to her for help to get him somewhere dark. She was an angel, and had given him help when he didn’t want it. He would appreciate it later perhaps when he wasn’t quite so preoccupied with the incredible deep pain eating through his body.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Mar 9, 2009 21:12:08 GMT 1
When Dacian didn’t flinch or cry out at the stream of water running over his back Cassie relaxed a little, letting out a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding. She still had no idea if she was helping, but at least she wasn’t making it worse. The water pooled around them, soaking into her skirt and boots. Cassie didn’t care, even when she realised that water dripping through into whatever room was below might get her thrown out. Right now she had more important things to worry about.
Besides she could always come up with some excuse; ditzy blonde left the tap running, and it was nothing a quick drying spell couldn’t fix. She snapped out of her thoughts as Dacian groaned, quickly cutting off the flow of water from her wand just in case. ”D-” His name died on her lips as he growled at her to leave. Cassie blinked a few times, confused. It hadn’t exactly been what she’d been expecting him to say. A little gratitude for likely saving his life wouldn’t go amiss.
Her lips set into a thin line of annoyance. ”Fine.” She snapped abruptly, getting to her feet. Her wet skirt stuck to her thighs, rivulets of water running down her legs and into her boots. Cassie let out a huff, turning on her heal before she could catch a good look at his badly burned back. If she saw it, it wouldn’t matter how foul and ungrateful Dacian was, she’d stay by his side anyway. Another night sleeping on a cold hard floor wouldn’t do her any good and if Dacian wanted to suffer alone then who was she to stop him.
Part of her wanted to really leave. Go to The Hog and Ed where she would be truly appreciated. Ed didn't try to make her quit her job. He was sweet and kind and didn't scare her half to death by getting himself burned to a crisp. Cassie was still worried though, worried enough to stay and pace in her room instead. It wouldn't help Dacian at all and it certainly didn't make her feel any better, but she just couldn't sit still. Perhaps she was still pumped full of adrenaline from the conflict. She wouldn't be able to sleep until she calmed herself down and she had a lot to think about anyway. Like the fact that Silas was a total psycho for example. [/font]
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