Dominic Spencer
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 10, 2009 15:16:46 GMT 1
It was almost disappointing when it seemed Dacian wasn’t going to be goaded or taunted into doing anything. Why Dominic was disappointed was anyone’s guess, he should have been thankful that for the moment it looked like he’d be escaping his second confrontation with the older vampire with minimal damage. ”I heard an inderesding dale aboud you addacking school children,” the younger vampire informed smugly, or as smugly as he could be in between gasping for pain filled breath.
Any disappointment the boy was feeling however was short lived. It seems by mention Mr. Rosier he said the magic words that made Dacian snap. Almost as soon as he’d said it he felt a fist collided once again with his already bruised and broken face. Sharp pain in his mouth told of teeth being knocked loose, awesome. Dom gasped sharply as his head collided with the wall behind him from a violent shake. If he’d thought that was bad it was nothing compared to what came next. The boy yelped in pain as his throat was taken in the older vampire’s iron grip and his head, again, hit against the wall, this time harder than the last.
”He knows you’re alive and well, he knows where you were the nighd you and I firsd med. There mighd be more bud id escapes my memory,” the blond spat out through ragged breaths. Again, saying things like he did was not the smartest idea but through the pain and waning consciousness he wasn’t exactly thinking straight. ”If you’re going do kill me ad leasd make sure she’s nod around do see id,” the boy said quietly, gesturing with his head at Vivian.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Dec 12, 2009 10:51:14 GMT 1
Escaped his memory?! His memory would be leaking all over the cobbles in five seconds. Dacian was too enraged to hear the boy’s last words, and only saw his nod at Vivian. That was enough to tip the scale between restraint and self-indulgence.
First, his fist connected solidly with the boy’s jaw, his own knuckles slicing on fang. Then, while the boy’s boy was falling sideways, he grabbed his wrist, yanked him away from the wall and used the momentum to bring the arm up behind the boy’s back, stopping him dead. With a crack, he broke the wrist and with a duller snap, he dislocated the shoulder.
With the boy kneeling in front of him, his torso held up only by Dacian’s hold on the mangled arm, he turned on one heel and delivered a sideways kick to each leg. The knee gave on one, and the thigh gave a distinct snap on the other.
Dacian dropped the body to the ground, stalked around it and gave him a solid kick in the ribs. He hunkered down beside him, and rolled him over by his dislocated shoulder. “You tell Rosier to keep out of my way, and if he sends a little fish like you after me or mine again, he’ll regret it, terminally.” Standing, Dacian gave a satisfied nod at the disarray of vampire before him. He turned on his heel, and ignoring the protests, took Vivian by the arm and dragged her away up the street.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Dec 12, 2009 16:30:31 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Oh sugar honey iced – what? Dom was insane. Absolutely cloud-snortingly insane. He had to be. There was no other explanation. He clearly wanted to die and if it was possible Vivian would have roped the man’s jaw shut to keep him from provoking Dacian further. Although as it stood she was limited to just standing there watching both Dom and Dacian with horror while Dom kept determinedly making things oh so much worse for himself.
For a moment she was actually thinking that Dom might actually just get away from this with just a broken nose. Painful but not exactly an earth-shattering injury if you were a vampire. But then Dom had to go and open his big fat stupid mouth and say something that sent Dacian mad with fury. Granted, her sire didn’t go kill him on the spot but she could tell by the way he was standing and the sound of her sire’s voice that he was furious.
It was a name. She only recognised it vaguely as belonging to one of the pureblood families but apparently whoever it belonged to was enough to flip Dacian’s triggerswitch.
And then it happened. When the first of Dom’s bones broke Vivian leapt back in horror with her trademark piercing shriek which didn’t take long to turn into a scream as Dacian delivered his last final blows, the sound of the man’s thigh breaking sounding impossibly loud to her supernatural ears.
It just... Oh my God! Vivian was actually paralysed in terror, watching the lump of a man with wide eyes. It wasn’t just the physical violence that had scared her just... the ease and expertise that Dacian had just displayed was terrifying.
Before she knew it Dacian was grabbing her arm and dragging her away as was his wont. She tried to shout, tried to break free, tried to protest, but it was ultimately useless. It always was. He was too strong, much too strong. And now, for the first time, Vivian was actually scared about what he’d do to her if she continued to disagree with his demands.
She managed one last look at Dom, eyes wide with fear, before she was dragged out of sight, leaving the man alone to the mercy of the dark.
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Dominic Spencer
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Marshmellow
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 13, 2009 7:38:55 GMT 1
It all seemed to happen in slow motion although the first punch was dealt out in a number seconds. Dominic’s eyes followed Dacian’s fist as it approach his head, and when it made contact there was no yelp of pain like before. The fact that there was a fist in the vicinity of his mouth kind of inhibited any sound from the boy and there was also the fact that he was in shock. This was it; he was going to die in some back alley in Hogsmeade at the hands of a much older vampire.
A sickly crunch seemed to speed reality back up again. The younger vampire gagged on the bitter taste of Dacian’s blood mixed with his own and spat trying to be rid of it. As well as blood, several teeth and a fang littered the cobblestones. Before the blond had even a fraction of a second to take into account what had happened he was painfully on the move again. He was pulled forward and then his arm twisted and broken. This time the boy cried out, tears streaming down his face to mingle with the blood that was already there.
If Dom had thought having his wrist broken and shoulder dislocated had been bad what came next was infinitely worse. Stuck in a kneeling position and shaking from being held upright, the younger vampire felt Dacian move around to his legs. There was nothing Dom could do to stop the older vampire as he broke both his legs at the knee and thigh. Of course he’d had his bones broken before but nothing came close to the amount that Dacian had just broken. At last he was able to lie down but the blond found there was no relief from the blinding pain.
So focused on his own agony, Dom only briefly heard what the older vampire growled at him but he sure felt the kick in the ribs. If his ribs hadn’t been broken before they sure were now and, as he struggled for breath, the boy came to the conclusion that a lung had also been punctured. He looked up at Dacian through swollen eyes and watched as he left. Dominic couldn’t move and wouldn’t be able to move for some time. How would he hunt? The simple answer was he couldn’t and that he was going to die.
As Dom came to that conclusion for the second time that night his body took mercy on him and the boy blacked out where he lay, legs and dislocated arm at odd angles.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 14, 2009 11:34:46 GMT 1
“You’ve got to be fucking with me. Ennervate.”
A wand rapped sharply against the side of Dominic’s head.
How long had the boy been lying there for? Silas ran his gaze along the kid’s hair and clothing again. Judging by the way frost was starting to form on the body if he had to guess he’d say a handful of hours. But how long he’d been there wasn’t the million dollar question: the question was how he’d gotten there and why the fuck he was in the state he was in? Both were a little difficult to answer while the boy was unconscious. Or dead, who knew.
Trouble was, how were you supposed to tell which one when it came to vampires? It was fucking impossible to know even at the best of times with those freaks. Couldn’t exactly just go searching for a pulse now could he? Thus the point of the spell. If the idiot woke up, well he was definite alive. If he didn’t? Well, he was still possibly alive. Goddamn spell resistance. He was hoping the vampires weakened state would make him more susceptible to magic because otherwise he was out of ideas.
Silas stood up from his squatting position to regard the scene infront of him again. He’d counted no less than five injuries already when he’d checked earlier and he suspected there were probably more to find if he went looking. Had to have been another vampire. The only wizard he knew that had a tendency to dish out that much direct bodily harm was, well, himself.
Dom was lucky – or unlucky – to have even been found. Normally, some guy passed out in an alley was barely worth Silas’s attention and if it wasn’t for the fact the boys limbs were bent and splayed in odd directions he would have just kept on walking. If he hadn’t decided to investigate who knew who would have found him. Imagine Silas’s surprise once he’d discovered just who it was lying there on the ground too.
Apparently no matter how hard he tried it was just impossible for him to avoid certain people.
While he waited to see if the boy would stir, something on the cobblestone caught his eye. White, sharp. There were teeth and blood littered around on the floor already, but this was no ordinary tooth. With a flick of his wand, the bloody fang flew up into Silas’s hand. Curious. He’d hold onto that one for later. As he slipped it into his trouser pocket he gave Dom another glance. If the boy didn’t move soon, he was going to kick him.
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Dominic Spencer
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 14, 2009 12:17:33 GMT 1
To the untrained eye it would seem the boy lying bloody and bruised in the alley was dead. There was no pulse to be found, he was as white as a sheet and not about to move any time soon. He was breathing however but it was shallow and ragged. It was so shallow that it looked like he wasn’t breathing at all. Yes to anyone on the street Dominic was as good as gone and if he’d been awake he would have been thinking that too. As it were he was merely unconscious; a rare thing for a vampire. His body was doing all the healing it could on what little blood he’d had in his stomach.
The bliss of painlessness was all interrupted by the combination of a spell and a whack to the side of the young vampire’s head. At once all the agony from before the darkness came roaring back like a fast moving wave of water. It drenched the boy in fire and an overwhelming need to feed. There was a human nearby; their heart beat was all Dom could hear. With his only uninjured arm, and limb, the blond reached out for the ankle of the person but was too weak to do much more than flail at it.
It wasn’t like he could do much with it if he was strong enough anyway, with a broken jaw and a missing fang biting anything was going to hurt for awhile. Fuck he was screwed; the boy wished Dacian had killed him. It would have been quicker compared to this slow and painful death. ”Help me sid up,” Dom wheezed. He needed to get off his front and stop putting pressure on the cracked, broken and shattered ribs. The plight for help was also a ploy to get the human’s wrist in the vicinity of his mouth; pain or no pain he needed blood.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 15, 2009 18:27:10 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Like a scene from a horror movie the body on the floor suddenly twitched to life, the eyes snapping open before it tried to scrabble desperately with its one good arm at Silas’s ankle. Silas side-stepped out of the way sharpish and gave Dom a glare as though he was a particularly vile insect. Stupid fuck, what did he think he was trying to achieve? It was lucky Dom moved his hand away when he did because Silas was suddenly struck with the temptation to step on it.
The vampire seemed to regain some of his senses after that little outburst. Silas didn’t move except to squat nearby again with elbows on his thighs and hands gently clasped, making a point to be out of grabbing range. He was watching closely with a kind of detached pseudo-scientific interest, brows lightly knitted together as though trying to puzzle something out. Apparently yes, weakened vampires were more susceptible to spells. Interesting. He’d note that for later.
What the hell to do now though? Leaving him here was almost certainly out of the question. A brutally mangled vampire showing up in the middle of what was supposed to be a nice pleasant neighbourhood? Please. There’d be questions – far too many questions. He could always turn Dom to ash in about four seconds flat, but then he wouldn’t find out who had done this and why.
... Actually, he could guess why. Silas cast his mind back to the first time he’d met Dom – or Tom? He still wasn’t sure – and he vividly remembered the vampire as the kind of cocky young douchebag most people would pay to punch in the face. And if what he’d done to Sephora was to be believed...
Ah yes, Sephora. This situation was going to have to be handled delicately then.
“Help me sit up,” the boy wheezed suddenly, but Silas didn’t make a move. If it was anyone else he would have thrown on the by-now well practiced façade of the ‘innocent, terrified bystander’ and rushed over, but pretending to feel what you’d never felt in your life wasn’t nearly as easy as he made it look and he wasn’t in the mood to play-act. He’d have to pretend to be concerned later – that was always easier than false panic – but for now Dom seemed too out of it to pay attention his behaviour anyway, so he felt no guilt in skipping the charade.
The vampire made no move to pick up himself so Silas finally stood up, weighing up his next option. Injured vampires had a violent appetite – that he knew – and judging by the way the blond had taken a go at his ankle earlier it would be a bit foolish to get within biting distance. Then again he couldn’t think of any spells that would pick the vampire up for him, so his options were a bit limited.
Silas took a step forward, making a point to keep away from Dom’s mouth and grabbed him roughly by the dislocated shoulder, hauling him up one-handedly with deliberate force. With any luck the pain involved would distract the vampire long enough for him to get out of range again. Sparing Dom from more discomfort wasn’t exactly on Silas’s to-do list at this stage.
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Dominic Spencer
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 16, 2009 7:32:50 GMT 1
Okay so no, he would not be helped up which meant no wrist would come in range and Dom would be left on the ground to die in the dawn light. Fantastic. He knew he needed to move but how on earth was he going to? Dragging himself with one arm through the village of Hogsmeade would take way too long. ”Thanks for the help,” the vampire hissed in anger and despair. The person’s heartbeat still thudded tantalisingly in the boy’s ears; he wanted that blood, needed it.
It would be what healed his injuries but a lot was needed. In his current state Dom had no qualms about killing the human with him now, a base instinct to survive and heal had taken over all rational thought. The blond raised his head slowly, trying to ignore the pain coming from the back of his neck, and tried to catch a glimpse of the one he wanted so desperately to drain. A wave of recognition washed over him at the man crouched nearby. ”You!” he exclaimed just as Silas rounded on him.
A fire of agony and something close to nausea exploded from Dom’s arm and travelled through his entire body. Through it the boy registered he was being dragged up by his dislocated arm, a fact that made him yell out in pain. It wasn’t just that arm that hurt, even with only the pressure of being dragged on them the vampire’s legs they too were awash with hurt. Silas’ plan had worked; all thoughts of feeding on the man were pushed as he was sat up against the alley wall.
”Jesus, I thoughd we were friends,” the vampire swore through desperate panting breaths. He clutched his useless arm to his chest and surveyed his legs. The knees were nearly shattered and made the lower half stick out at odd angles. ”I guess your way god me up in the end. Thanks,” the blond sighed quietly. He eyed the man hungrily, now he could see him properly (as properly as he could through puffed up eyes) Dom was again ravenously hungry.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 17, 2009 8:51:59 GMT 1
The plan worked about as well as could be expected. Silas’s veins were still intact, even at the expense of the vampire making far more noise than was acceptable. Stupid idiot. He’d be surprised if that roar of pain hadn’t woken everyone up in a twelve mile radius. A crowd was the last thing either of them needed right now.
Silas was still wearing the same mildly contemptuous look as he backed up a couple of steps out of Dom’s reach, leaving the vampire against the wall. That broken nose must be causing him a fair amount of trouble judging by how he was speaking, but Silas had still understood the loud “You!” of recognition when the vampire spotted him.
“Wrong,” he replied quickly, folding his arms and keeping his gaze fixed on Dom’s face. “It’s the tooth-fairy. I couldn’t help but notice you lost a few so I’ve come to collect.”
“Jesus, I thought we were friends,” the vampire swore and Silas made a tutting noise, shifting his weight to his right leg.
“So did I,” he replied casually. “That’s why I was going to try and help you. But I could always leave you here if that makes things ‘less weird’?”
Thankfully for Dom, it appeared Silas had no intention of going anywhere just yet. Instead he half uncrossed an arm to aim his wand at Dominic’s face. “Stay still or else this is going to be harder for the both of us. Episkey.” With a slight crunch Dominic’s nose snapped back into shape, accompanied by the sensation of growing hot then very cold. It was a very simple spell, but considering Silas’s healing ability if it had mended completely or not was negligible. At the very least Dom should be able to talk normally again, which was the only reason he’d cast it. Listening to someone blubber got very irritating very quickly.
“I’m going to get you out of here in a moment,” he promised, albeit emptily, while trying to sound reassuring. It’s not like he had anywhere to keep the bastard. Scores was out, as was his place. Cheap hotels were always an idea, but that cost, you know, money. Not to mention the trouble of keeping a vampire fed until he healed up. No, it was far easier just to put the parasite out of his misery unless a damn good reason to do otherwise suddenly materialised. “But first – who did this? I’m guessing you didn’t fall off a roof.”
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Dominic Spencer
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 17, 2009 14:19:36 GMT 1
Great Mr. Rosier was sadistically helpful AND a comedian. ”Haw haw, thad’s real funny Misder Dooth Fairy.” Of all the people that had found him why couldn’t it have been someone different? As much as Dom liked the strip club guy for hooking him up with Willow and having a shared dislike for Dacian, his help had been more painful than the vampire had originally wanted and he’d kept his veins out of range. Again through his pickiness he was reminded of his hunger. God damn his broken legs, with them there would be no launching at anyone for blood.
Yes he would have favoured someone else help him but no, Dom definitely did not want Silas to go anywhere. Like it or not he needed the man’s help because there’s wasn’t much chance of anyone else coming around before dawn. ”Id’s nod weird, whad are you dalking about?” Dom pleaded through desperate breaths. It got weird once the wand was aimed at his face however. As the spell was cast the blond felt his nose grow hot then snap painfully back into place before growing cold. ”Ahh what the hell? That hurt, if that’s how you wizards heal each other then I pity you,” Dom moaned, feeling his nose with his unhurt hand.
It hurt to touch which meant the break was still very much there but on the other hand, with all the bones reset in their rightful places, talking was easier. ”Thanks again I guess,” the boy smirked. The reassurance in Silas’ voice really wasn’t all that reassuring, in fact it had sounded forced. For the moment the vampire ignored it, he was simply happy to be told he was getting out of the alley that had a lot of his blood and a few teeth scattered throughout. ”Falling off a roof, I wish,” he snorted, ”Who do you think did this to me? Same vampire as last time. My old friend Dacian. It seems I was trying to get into the pants of his girlfriend or daughter, I don’t really care which. I mentioned your name and he did this to me.” Needlessly, Dom gestured to his useless arm, missing teeth and disfigured legs.
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