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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 20, 2009 13:32:18 GMT 1
Dominic seemed insistent on being a sook. You’d think he’d be at least somewhat grateful his nose was now in considerably better shape, but no. “Ahh what the hell? That hurt!” the vampire whined, and Silas grumbled something under his breath that Dom couldn’t hear.
“Oh stop being such a girl,” he replied, sounding distinctly unsympathetic at Dom’s complaints. “It would have hurt the same with magic or without. Grinding bones back into place isn’t meant to be pleasant. At least this way they’re perfectly realigned, but if you want to try and do it yourself next time, be my guest.”
Dom finally started to launch into the explanation about how he had gotten into such a state in the first place. Dacian again huh? “Of course,” he muttered darkly to himself before letting Dom finish. Fucking hell, so he’d gone from London back to Hogsmeade had he? Naturally, it would only have been a matter of time. Honestly? Silas wasn’t sure what location he preferred better. In any case it felt a bit like a sadistic chain here: Dacian beat on Dom who beat on Seph who came to cry to him. Lovely.
“I mentioned your name and he did this to me,” Dom finished, and Silas quirked an eyebrow, genuinely somewhat surprised by the information. Dacian was that pissed at him huh? Heh. All the more proof the vampire was currently fucking terrified of him. If he wasn’t Dacian would have gone after him directly instead of beating up mildly retarded children. Dom had to be mildly retarded, that was the only excuse Silas could think of for having been name-dropped in the first place.
Looked like a rethinking of his strategy was needed.
Silas sighed and squatted back down again in the same position as before so he was down at Dominic’s eye-level. “Okay look, I’m sorry alright?” he said, sounding genuinely apologetic. “This has gone off to a bad start. My nerves are a little frazzled and—” he cut himself off, unsure how to complete that sentence. “It’s not every day you come across something like this, you know?”
An idea struck.
“I’m going to get you out of here, and I’m going to get you some blood, okay? There’s a hotel in London you can stay at and heal without anyone finding you or asking questions for as long as you need. The trouble is, in order to get there, we’re going to need to Apparate.” He paused for a second to make sure Dominic was following. “I’m not going to lie: It’s not going to be comfortable, and it’s going to hurt a lot, but you can’t stay here. You’ll die if you do.”
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 20, 2009 14:03:46 GMT 1
The last thing someone obviously in a lot of pain and discomfort expected was to be called a girl. ”I think in the situation I’m in I have a right to complain a little. My legs are broken, my left wrist is broken while the arm is dislocated, I have several shattered ribs and a punctured lung,” Dom informed, taking a breath between every word. The aforementioned punctured lung as well as a crushing pain in his chest was making it difficult for the vampire to talk. ”Thank you captain obvious. You don’t have to do the other bones and I mean that,” the blond tried to sound grateful but couldn’t help but let a note of panic slip in at the thought of the rest of the breaks being realigned.
Dom didn’t like being called a girl but he did like that dark and almost sinister tone in Silas at the mention of Dacian. Through the bloodlust and the pain a small idea of exploiting ill feelings towards his attacker started to form. Maybe, just maybe, revenge could be exacted with the man’s help but the thought was short lived. The smell of Silas and the beat of his heart made the boy bare his one fang in want. Instinct told him to attack, launch at the human but lucky for Silas Dom’s injuries kept him still until the wave of hunger passed.
”I’m liking this new tone, much more like one you’d expect to hear in a situation like this,” the vampire joked darkly. A shuddering cough wracked through his body signalling the arrival of blood seeping into the punctured lung. Just when things couldn’t get any worse. He listened carefully to the plan to get him out of the alley and to London. ”Even though I have no idea what ‘Apparating’ is, it’s not like I have choice really. I stay I die,” a little bit more pain he could suffer through it if meant getting somewhere safe and surviving.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 22, 2009 9:51:07 GMT 1
“I think in the situation I’m in I have a right to complain a little,” Dom protested irritably, but Silas didn't look moved in the slightest.
In all honesty, the boy was quite right. Anyone else would have seen that and extended some patience. Unfortunately for the vampire, Silas always a notoriously difficult time putting himself in other people’s shoes. Dom was no exception, even if physical pain was one of the few things you’d think Silas whould be be able to empathise with. He was certainly no stranger to broken bones.
“Thank you captain obvious.”
“You’re the one bitching about the obvious, so I think that makes us about even,” he replied.
Something seemed to come over the vampire just then; something hard, strong and vicious. The vampire hissed, expression contorting and he bared the one fang left in his bloody mouth. His teeth were stained pink and red, the blood that had already dribbled down his chin earlier making for a rather striking, animalistic effect.
No, not pissed – just hungry. Silas watched with interest, cocking his head to the right. Huh, that was weird.
The fit passed. Dom’s expression relaxed but Silas still narrowed his eyes guardedly. If the vampire was going to be doing that every so often it looked like he was going to need to exercise a little more caution. Jinxing the vampire to seal his mouth shut counted as caution.
“I’m liking this new tone,” the boy remarked, and Silas’s voice was on the verge of growing dark again.
“Don’t push your luck, kiddo,” he warned, standing back up again and shoving his free hand into the warmth of his pocket against the cold.
Alright, Apparating. It wasn’t as though he could just teleport into a muggle building with a kid this injured. That would definitely raise a few eyebrows, if not abject screams. Not to mention he actually needed to be touching the boy to take him anywhere and bringing any limb within biting distance again was definitely out of the question.
‘Exercising caution’ it was then.
“You’ll forgive me for this later,” Silas promised, and without lifting his arm he tilted the wand in the direction of Dominic’s face. The sound of the spell had barely died when Dom’s lips seemed to recede back grotesquely, vanishing completely, the remaining skin sealing over flawlessly as though there had never been a mouth there to begin with. The sight was eerie, like half of Dominic’s face had just been blurred away. He couldn’t bite; couldn’t talk; and more importantly, could no longer scream.
Without even giving the vampire a moment to adjust to what had just happened Silas strode forward and grabbed his one good arm. “Hold on tight,” he ordered, and that was the only warning that Dominic got before the world lurched around him, vanishing in an impregnable darkness that crushed mercilessly from all sides as he was sucked through oblivion by the arm holding him.
Light flooded back, feeling ten times as worse compared to the darkness of the alleyway. They had landed – or more appropriately crashed in Dom’s case – in a bright white hallway, faux-gold numbers on all the doors. It wasn’t fancy in the slightest, but the place still reeked of obsessive cleanliness.
“In one piece?” came Silas’s gruff voice, clearly not expecting an answer. He didn’t even spare a glance at Dom as he looked around hurriedly for the first door marked vacant that he could find. They needed to get out of the hallway and into a room – now – before people came to investigate the sound. Thank God the vampires mouth was sealed so he couldn’t draw any more attention with cries of pain.
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 22, 2009 10:52:35 GMT 1
There had been some witty remark on the way, so Dominic would always maintain, before the most unpleasant sensation of the night washed over him. As a vampire and as a human he’d experienced pain many times before this night so although the combined pain of many limbs was awful it was nothing he hadn’t felt before. Magic, however, was new and the spell Silas put upon him was, to the boy, absolutely horrifying; more so than having both his legs disfigured.
One minute his mouth was there, the next the blond felt his lips seal together and felt all traces of a mouth gone from his face; there was just smooth skin. His tongue and teeth were still there and he could still breathe through his nose but that was beside the point. Dom wanted to talk, to tear the man apart with his one fang; god he was so hungry. It was the hunger that made the vampire suppose the man was right, with no mouth he couldn’t bite him which would in turn make it easier for Silas to help. This being so, it didn’t mean Dom was going to like it, the dark glare on his face making that crystal clear.
At Silas’ command the vampire took hold of his arm and held on tight, maybe a little tighter than necessary just to spite the man. Without warning Dom felt like he was being crushed and sucked through a space he was definitely not supposed to fit through. Because crying out was no longer an option he simply screwed his eyes shut and held Silas tighter. All the pressure on his bruised and broken limbs caused tears to bead on the boy’s eyelashes for a moment only to be lost as the apparating continued.
To Dominic it felt like ages but in reality it was all over in a matter of seconds which was signalled by light flooding through his eyelids, the landing on solid ground also gave it away. A sickening feeling accompanied by a rip and a whole new wave of pain caused the vampire’s eyes to flash open and widen in horror. Ignoring where he was for a moment he saw a piece of bone sticking out from the thigh of the leg he’d landed on. If he’d been able to answer Silas’ stupid question of how many pieces he was in the man would have copped a mouthful.
What was left of Dom’s ego was soon dispelled as Silas grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him down the hall like a macabre rag doll. Little droplets of blood left on the floor in something resembling a trail made the vampire think of Hansel and Gretel, a very sadistic and messed up version; the original. The clicking of a lock made him snap out of his pain induced random thoughts and look around to see he was being dragged into a room. Oh thank God, finally. As soon as he was through the door he looked up at Silas hopefully and pointed to where his mouth should have been.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 23, 2009 6:40:57 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;] Perfect, there was an empty room near the end of the hallway. Without hesitating Silas shoved his wand back in his pocket and used both hands to grab the back of Dominic’s shirt, dragging him roughly across the floor and into the room. The boy was heavy, but not overly problematic. The bloodtrail was a far bigger issue, and after leaving Dom on the ground, Silas quickly cast Scourgify on the stains before closing the door and locking it against intruders.
When the turned around the vampire was pointing at his mouth with deliberate emphasis. Somehow, he managed not to laugh.
“Not yet,” Silas said, giving the vampire an apologetic look. “I need to reset your bones first. I know you wanted a go at them yourself but I think this is a little beyond your expertise,” he said matter-of-factly, using his wand as a pointer to gesture at the bone that had stabbed through Dominic’s thigh.
Hell, it was beyond his expertise too (if he even had any to start with), but Dom didn’t need to know that. There were spells that would heal such damage instantly, but Silas wouldn’t have been able to cast them even if he knew them.
This was stirring up memories. Silas was not a nostalgic person – he never dwelled on the past – but now there was no ignoring it. There was nothing about London that reminded him of New York City – everything was as different as all out – but this wasn’t the first time he’d been in a situation similar to this one. Life as a dark wizard didn’t exactly have a stellar safety rating.
Kevin? No, Karl. What was his name? Kaelan – it was Kaelan.
How old had Silas been at the time? Had to have been very early twenties. Silas’s memory of dates was notoriously vague. There’d been a scuffle with some Aurors which had taken out nearly half a fucking building, and God, he was surprised now in retrospect that they’d even made it out alive. That wasn’t to say they’d all made it out in one piece; Kaelan had been hit hard by falling debris, crushed, bruised, slashed to ribbons by Auror curses. They’d only barely been able to Apparate him out before the Aurors seized him.
Say what you like about Dark Wizards, but they weren’t all monsters. They were certainly capable of friendship, of caring, and of loyalty, even if their moral stands didn’t key in with what society at large thought of as ‘right’. Kaelan had friends there – they weren’t going to let him die.
It was a vampire this time around – not Kaelan – but there were certain un-ignorable similarities. They’d fled somewhere safe, and Silas could almost hear Kaelan’s screams even in his ears now as the memory became sharper. They’d needed to strap him down before they could even start helping him, it was that bad.
That was a start at least, Silas figured as he glanced down at Dom.
“Sorry about this again,” he said before grabbing Dom by the back of the collar once more and hauling him towards the plain white single bed on the side of the room.
Single bed? What kind of hotel had single beds? Jesus.
Anyway, moving on.
With more apologising and some difficulty Silas managed to haul Dominic up onto it. Without warning silver ropes sprang from the bed, lashing the vampire’s limbs down and dragging them back into a relatively straight position. “It’s just temporary to keep you still for a moment. Relax.”
Silas hadn’t done much to help Kaelan all those years ago, just stood with the other onlookers, clutching someone’s jacket to his arm to try and stem some fierce bleeding from a stray curse. He remembered feeling like an outsider for that moment. Everyone was wracked with some concern, some unspoken emotion he wasn’t privy to that united everyone except him; some force that willed them all to try and save the boys life despite the futility of it. It was useless – Kaelan’s injuries were too severe – and yet Silas had been the only one thinking clearly enough at the time to both recognise and accept it. Instead he’d just watched, bemused at all of their reactions and made attempts to imitate their anxiety.
Kaelan was dead within minutes. He was sixteen.
He was trying to think. Trying to remember. There had to be some memory of that night which would help him work out how to proceed. Kaelan had died despite everyone’s efforts but Dom wasn’t nearly in such dire straits yet. He’d survive – that Silas was sure of.
He remembered one of the other wizards talking to the boy. Not even anything in particular. He just talked while they’d cast the numerous excruciating spells required to try to save his life. Silas hadn’t understood why – Kaelan was screaming far too loud to hear much anyway – so he’d asked about it later. Apparently it was a distraction, something else to think about, something to ground the boy while he went through hell in the flesh.
It’s not like Silas really had much to lose here.
“I’m going to start casting,” Silas informed Dominic sombrely, the tone of concern slipping off his tongue with a kind of flawlessness he could have only hoped to achieve that many years ago. “Then I’ll revert you back to normal and get you something to eat. I promise you that. Just hold on. I’ll try and make this quick as possible,” he continued, almost using the exact speech given to Kaelan word for word.
Just as predicted, the spells weren’t glamorous. Not in the least. “Just listen to what I’m saying,” Silas instructed as with a sickening crack the bone in Dominic’s thigh slid back through the wound, oozing out more thick, dark blood which dribbled into the sheets. More damage was probably being caused under the skin as the bones realigned, crunching and grinding back into position. The ribs went next as Silas continued speaking, some anecdote about one of the strippers at Scores that in any other situation would have been hilarious. The vampire was straining to make any sound of pain he couple through his sealed mouth, but the noises were muffled and indistinct.
The last one snapped into position, and finally, it was over. “You’re done. You’re okay,” Silas assured, waiting a moment for the sharp intense stabs of pain from the realignments to subside a little before he stepped back out of the way of Dom’s mouth. A sharp wave of the wand over Dom’s body and the silver ropes burned themselves away into nothing. Dom’s mouth grew back onto his face the reverse of how it had vanished as though it had never left. For good measure, he vanished the bloodstains on the boys face and clothing. Save for the hole in his leg and missing teeth, Dom looked completely fine.
“I’m sorry. I wish there was an easier way to have done that. I need to go in a second to pay for the room and get you some blood. I know it sounds stupid but try and relax, okay? You’ll make the healing harder if you move too much. You'll be alright.”
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 23, 2009 8:20:26 GMT 1
At the news that he’d have to survive without a mouth for a little longer Dom could have cried. In fact tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, God he was so frustrated. He couldn’t hit or lash out in anger, it hurt too much, and so his only outlet had been sealed over. All he could do was use his eyes, eye brows and head are to portray his displeasure at the news more bones had to be reset. The boy wanted desperately to tell Silas that no, he and his body could take care of the rest but that was rather difficult. Instead he sat on the ground with a pleading look on his face while shaking his head furiously.
It didn’t work, that was apparent as he was dragged to the bed. Dom tried to do as he was told; to keep still but it was hard when instinct was screaming for both the blood of the man and to avoid all instances of pain. Just being moved onto the bed had made the boy writhe and screw his eyes tightly shut. That was probably why when he opened his eyes again he was in the process of being bound to the bed by silvery restraints. It was at that moment, the blond let go of his pride and did not fight what was happening. Having his body held in place hurt a lot but it was nothing compared to what came next.
He barely registered what Silas was saying as all his broken bones began to move about. All Dom could think about was getting away from the pain; his body arched while his head was thrown from side to side but nothing worked. The restraints held him firmly in place, there was no escape. Through it all the vampire did try and focus on what the human was saying and for awhile it did help until it came time for the bone sticking out of his thigh to realign. He felt it pushing its way down through flesh and muscle and if he hadn’t been crying before he sure was now. By the end of it all lines of tears were obvious on the boy’s bloodstained and bruised face.
Eventually the initial agony subsided, leaving the vampire with slightly less painful aches throughout his body coupled with a sickening feeling on his face. Desperately Dom went to suck in air, relishing the feeling of an open mouth again, but instead coughed up a copious amount of blood courtesy of his damaged lung. The taste of hit made his hunger burn like a fire within and Silas’ mention of blood only made it worse. ”Hurry, until I get that there won’t be much relaxing,” the boy hissed murderously. ”Can you please get me some more clothes, a mirror, a sponge, a basin and some scissors while you’re out. I know it sounds strange but I need those things just as much as I need food,” with these requests he strained himself to keep the hunger from his voice. He had meant to ask politely but it was hard when one was desperately hungry.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 23, 2009 13:26:46 GMT 1
Silas rolled his eyes.
“I have no idea where the hell you expect me to get you bright pink jeans at this Goddamn hour, so here, you’ll have to make do with this.” He jabbed his wand in Dominic’s direction again and the loose threads in his clothing reconnected, weaving themselves back together and looking about as new as the day they were pressed out of the factory. Another flick and all signs of dirt and grime disappeared. “I’ll deal with the rest later. Sleep tight, princess.”
With that, he vanished on the spot.
He had to have been gone about three hours, if not more. For some reason the damn room didn’t have a clock.
“Look alive, I’ve got fast food.”
Silas’s voice rang out without warning. There was a sudden loud thunk on Dom’s bedside table of something heavy being put down, followed by an odd jingle.
“Yours,” Silas explained briefly, holding up a blue key secured to a numbered tag that matched the room. He lay it down next to the cardboard box he’d brought in with him. “You’re in for a week. Congratulations, Mr. Kaelan Richards.”
He had sort of a stressed, harried look to him. Apparently getting everything hadn’t been a walk in the park.
The box was medium sized and looked rather new, bearing the kind of fresh smell reminiscent of hospitals or overly air conditioned office blocks. The messy B+ scribbled on the front in black sharpie didn’t make the contents hard to guess. Whether the blood type was coincidental or Silas’s own idea of a twisted joke was free to be speculated upon.
“At least make sure you get these down before you go ahead and drown yourself,” he instructed, lifting out two white slim packets of medication and popped a white tablet out of each of the cases as he spoke. “They’re painkillers. This one’s called Tramadol, the other’s Tylex. Take them both together as often as you need but don’t go overboard. Or do, see if I care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that, he levitated over both pill-boxes and a packet of the blood in Dom’s direction for him to grab. It wasn’t medical blood, and looked more like the packets found for sale in many vampire-friendly bars. Hopefully that’d calm the idiot down for all of four minutes.
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 23, 2009 14:49:41 GMT 1
”No, different clothes, not repairing these ones. Jeans are not exactly practical for anyone with broken legs,” Dom pointed out what he thought was a very valid point. Skinny jeans, although he loved them normally it was sweat pants that he needed now. Again, yet another frustrating thing to add to the list of an overall terrible night. The vampire could feel himself getting increasingly irritated, he was hungry, in pain, tired and just wanted to get out of his current lot of clothes. Even though everything was now clean, to him they were still covered in blood and getting uncomfortable. The boy watched Silas disappear with a glare before setting about removing his shirt carefully with one hand.
”Look alive, I’ve got fast food.”
Dominic jerked awake, he hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep. He glanced around the room only to see it was windowless in the bedroom, convenient. It had to be somewhere near dawn, it had been late already when the confrontation with Dacian had started. Great, the sleeping patterns he had would be shot to Hell while he healed, that was going to be fun to correct. The vampire registered Silas’s return with barely a grunt, more interested for the moment in checking out the cuts and bruises that had come up on his torso. ”I’m not going to be fully healed in a week but I think I’ll be healed enough to be able to move,” the vampire mused quietly.
The box caught the blonde’s attention, the hospital-like smell of it made him wrinkle his nose in disdain but he was curious to see what was in there. He was slightly disappointed to see there were no fresh clothes or anything to wash up with, bones may have been realigned but he was still bleeding from his mouth and various other gashes, scrapes and cuts. His pants once again were blotched with dark patches of blood.
”Painkillers, cute. I can’t die of an overdose so you don’t have to worry about me, though I’m glad you care,” Dom quipped sceptically, eagerly snatching the blood pack and pills as soon as they levitated within reach. With preternatural speed about ten of each pill was swallowed and the plastic of the pack was torn open and the vampire was sucking at it greedily. He didn’t care where the blood had come from all that mattered was that he had something to eat to start the healing. ”Can you help me take my shoes off? If I had scissors and spare clothes I could take care of the rest. When can you get me the other stuff I asked for?” the boy asked as soon as he’d finished wolfing down his meal.
”Oh and could you please hook me up with Willow or someone? While this stuff is awesome –thank you by the way- with fresh blood I’ll heal and be out of your hair quicker.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 23, 2009 16:22:06 GMT 1
“I can’t die of an overdose so you don’t have to worry about me,” Dom replied chipperly, and Silas eyed the way he slammed down about half the packet with a knowing smirk.
“Oh, it’s not a lethal overdose I was worried about,” Silas replied with an over-heading tone of sinister amusement. If the boy was so horrendously stupid enough to go against his advice he was completely justified in delighting in the consequences. After all, vampiric nervous systems still functioned like a normal humans, which meant what was an overdose for a human was also an overdose for them. “You just swallowed about forty times the recommended dosage of opiates. Congratulations. In about an hour you’re about to get higher than a priests dick at a boys primary school and trust me, the come-down will not be pleasant.”
Silas cleared his throat dramatically and picked up the packet. He was momentarily thwarted by the blurry writing so he held it further from his face until his vision cleared. “Seeing as you had too much even for a healthy vampire, you get to look forward to the following signs of overdose: Dizziness, drowsiness, insomnia, headaches, nervousness, agitation, and my personal favourite, hallucinations. Also look out for swollen tongue, hives, rash, constipation or diarrhoea, facial swelling, difficulty swallowing, tremors, tightness, muscle weakness, and oh look, seizures!”
He gave Dom a smile that was not all together reassuring. “Next time listen to doctors orders, huh? And keep your tongue in your fucking mouth. I just saved your life so the least you can do is show me some fucking respect.”
Dom had no idea how much trouble he’d just avoided. The sheer rudeness and ingratitude he’d just displayed was usually more than enough for Silas to break another bone just to prove his point. Or perhaps tear out that remaining fang. It wasn’t so much what Dom had said, more what he’d implied. Silas was not there to be at his beck and call and he was certainly not the kids fucking servant. Thankfully Dom had gone and ingested his own self-imposed punishment before he’d had a chance to unleash more damage. Silas was right. The next few hours were not going to be pleasant. Sometimes it made a better point to let people strangle themselves on the noose they themselves had tied.
“I guess the plan to tell you what’s happening with Dacian is going to have to wait until your body stops shitting out your own organs. I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Richards. There’s not really anything else I can do for you now.”
And with that, he vanished once more, leaving Dom alone for what lay ahead.
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