Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Aug 3, 2009 22:23:36 GMT 1
Dacian grunted. He had to trust Vivian wouldn’t go looking for trouble, but with her track record for trouble finding her, he could never be too careful. He was going to have to set her some boundaries, where she could and couldn’t go. He didn’t want her wandering too close to Scores, and consequently, Silas.
She seemed to be looking quite intently at his chest, and he looked down at the reddened marks where the rock salt had hit him. Oh yes, he’d forgotten that, being a little preoccupied with, oh, the hole in his chest. This was the perfect time to poison Vivian against Edward, but Dacian was too tired to bother tonight. “Yes. Edward… shot me.” He rubbed a tentative finger over the marks. They were hardly more than irritating, but they should be healing. He didn’t have enough blood in his system to help the process, and he wouldn’t until he fed.
He could explain why Edward had shot him – because for some ridiculous reason, he thought it wasn’t a good idea to kill Silas – but he had neither the breath nor the energy to expend on lengthy explanations. Sighing and quickly regretting it, he leaned back against the wall, eyes closing as his head lolled back. He needed rest, and he needed blood, the first he did not have time for, and the second he did not have access to. He needed to find Cassie, then he could rest, and perhaps he could even solve his blood problem at the same time.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Aug 4, 2009 5:20:02 GMT 1
Okay. Woah. She knew Edward and Dacian didn’t get along but surely there was more to this than ‘Dacian’s here, and in trouble, so I’m going to go shoot him because I can’? Ed was her friend, she could ask for his version of events, right?
Oh, this whole night was a headache, and she wasn’t even entirely sure if she was over the shock of hiding in the pump room like a cockroach when the light turned on.
Dacian, for the moment, seemed to be alright. Well, as alright as one could be after being impaled through the lung and shot for good measure. It was starting to sink in just how resilient vampires could be, because Dacian seemed to be acting like it was just a particularly irritating inconvenience. Or maybe that was just bravado. If that had of been her there’d be a lot more crying and whimpering, not that she liked to admit it.
“I need to go talk to Ed,” she said at last, almost apologetically. After all, the man had gone and saved her from some pervert hours before, gotten his face smashed in for his trouble, and she hadn’t even had a chance to say thank you yet. Perhaps she could do something to help, and buying stuff was probably in order too, and flowers might not cut it. She picked the pitcher and the cloth back up off the floor. “Did you need anysing else?” she asked guiltily.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Aug 4, 2009 8:53:38 GMT 1
Dacian waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. Another grunt. His eyes cracked open to see her. The untameable anger that would have come if he knew she was thinking that Ed was so valiant for getting his face punched in for her would have rivalled any foul mood she had seen him in before. He had defended her by taking a sword through the chest, his own sword at that. And he’d been shot. As it was, however, mind-reading was not one of Dacian’s talents.
He gave the bared shake of his head. He needed to get out of here to feed before he murdered Ed. He really didn’t appreciate being shot, now that he was reminded of it. “No. Go.” If he’d been the paranoid type, this would be the point where he’d say some memorable words in case he died the next day, for example. Unfortunately, Dacian was not a master of words, and he didn’t have the breath or inclination to even offer some small words of comfort to Vivian.
Vivian was old enough to be reasonable, she could comfort herself. She didn’t need him to baby-sit her emotions. He watched as she turned to go. Who was he kidding? She was fifteen years old. “Wait.” He shifted away from the wall, reached a hand in her direction. He needed a little help to stand, but saying the word ‘help’ out loud was yet something else he could not do. Instead he lifted a brow expectantly.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Aug 4, 2009 16:35:47 GMT 1
“No. Go.”
Vivian nodded once. Considering his usual spiels Dacian sounded downright polite. At least he was alright. That was one thing down from the mental to-do list she was building in her head to keep herself occupied. The longer she kept herself busy the longer she could put off allowing the full impact from everything that had happened that day to strike her in force. Overall she thought she was coping relatively well. Although, if she could continue with the facade once it was just her alone with her thoughts was a different matter entirely.
It was easier just to try not to feel, something Dacian kept telling her and she was starting to see there might be truth to that. At the same time she didn’t want to become an emotional zombie either, but the alternative was not bright if she was going to spend the rest of her life hiding in a pump room while her friends were murdered. She swallowed her feelings back down. Edward first.
“Wait.”
Vivian halted at the foot of the stairs and looked back. By the looks of it Dacian wanted her and she didn’t need telling twice. She was starting to get used to following his commands without protest now, as long as he didn’t ask her to hunt people or worse, leave. She put the pitcher and the bloody towel back down on a stack of crates and scurried over to grab his hand and help him up.
“Everysing okay?”
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Aug 5, 2009 10:51:48 GMT 1
Taking her delicate hand in his, he was glad to feel her using her new-found strength to lift him. As a matter of pride, though, and balance he put his other hand against the wall and half-helped himself up. Standing was a chore; it was amazing quite how many muscles that were used in just keeping upright could be disrupted by a sword through the chest. He took a brief moment to accustom himself to the fresh stabs of pain before he looked to Vivian.
Echoes of their conversation before the attack came back to him. They needed to leave. He needed to find Cassie. He needed to heal. God, his priorities were so mixed now he was unsure which to put first. Vivian, he should but Vivian first. But Cassie was in the more imminent danger. If Silas was heading back to the club where Cassie had to be, then he had to do something about it. But how could he with a hole in his chest?
He closed his eyes briefly. What in Lucifer’s Hell was he supposed to do? He should leave Cassie and go. She was just a mortal, he had responsibilities for Vivian. But the idea of leaving Cassie to Silas was as good as shoving another sword though his chest. It would be letting Silas win and losing Cassie; two things he was not prepared to do. He put a hand on Vivian’s shoulder and looked down on her.
“You did… well to hide.” The slightest smile curled one corner of his mouth. He was, for lack of a better word, proud. Listening to him in a crisis was one step toward listening to him when angry wizards weren’t out to get him. “I need to… feed. Stay… inside. I’ll be back.” He rubbed her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way and glanced toward the stairs. His hand dropped from her shoulder; sympathy moment over.
Resisting any more help to stand, he shuffled toward the stairs and laboriously made his way up. This was going to take a lot of blood to heal. He only hoped there’d be enough night left afterward to find Cassie.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Aug 6, 2009 10:01:12 GMT 1
Wait... was Dacian actually... praising her? For what? Staying inside and letting everyone get hurt? Something was triggered and Vivian choked, her eyes starting to well up with tears again. No. She was stupid. She was useless. She should have done something. She shouldn’t let that happen again. She should have saved Edward. She shouldn’t have let Dacian almost get killed. She was a vampire now for God’s sake! If she couldn’t find a way to use that for some good purpose than what could she do?
Vivian swallowed it down again and blinked a few times, putting on a wide smile for Dacian and nodding. For some reason shame was leaving her unable to look him in the eye. But, it was all over. The Texan was gone. The club owner was gone. Edward and Dacian were alive, and they would survive, so surely she had a right to smile?
“I vill,” she promised when Dacian asked her to stay inside, her voice sounding like it was teetering on the edge of breaking into tears again. She followed him out with the cloth and the towel at a respectable distance, and once the goodbyes were said and she had decided against the idea of giving him a hug, she went upstairs to tend to Edward.
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