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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Jan 13, 2010 0:26:26 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Part of Fin's brain was praying that this was not happening. August hadn't been murdered, Scotty hadn't been hit, Viv wasn't here, sucking at his neck, he wasn't dying before her eyes. The other half of her brain knew that it wasn't any use praying, this wasn't some horrific trip, this was happening, it was real. Scott was there, he was dying, and there was nothing she could do.
Worse still, when Viv turned, snarled at her, Fin was shocked. The fangs, the look in her eyes, the blood, she was... she -was- a vampire!! It all sent Fin shooting back so her back slammed into the wall, causing white hot pain to scorch the length of her spine. For a moment she just stared at Viv, a mixture of frozen fear and disgust on her face. It was too much. The blood spitting from her mouth splattered over her trousers, and all Fin found herself able to do was sob again, her eyes zoned in on the crimson spots on her denim. It struck her hard, it was Scott's, his blood, darkening as it seeped into her jeans. The sight made her gag, forcing her to turn her face away from what was happening, Viv biting into her own wrist, the panic that ensued. She missed it all, only able to cry and run her hands into her hair, causing herself physical pain to combat the mental torment she was in.
The only thing that drew her back to what was happening was the sound of Viv moving back, her words filtering through as she ran off. Help? Scott was alive? The moment Viv was gone, her unnatural speed meaning she was gone before Fin could process what she'd said, Fin shot over to Scott. Please let him be alive. Dear God, please let him be okay. She was still sobbing hard, the tears mixing with the grime and blood on her face, as she pressed her head to his chest, listening out for a heartbeat, something.
She couldn't hear anything.
Who could help them in Hogsmeade? The only thing Fin figured they'd do is send them off to St. Mungo's. Curling up on the floor beside Scott, her head still resting on his chest, Fin wrapped her arms awkwardly around his body. She just wanted him back and yet she felt helpless, the most useless she had felt in a long time, and that was saying something. Alone, with no one around to hear her, Fin felt a wash of pain sweep over her, forcing a low, guttural howl to erupt from within her. Damn her, this was all her fault. As she wept hysterically, her eyes closed, picturing the only corridor in St. Mungo's she had seen. How she wished she could get him there, desperate to get him the sort of help, help other than that which Vivian had gone to get.
The world went quiet, the sounds leaving Fin's lips echoing more than it had in the alley. Opening her eyes, Fin frowned at the sight she had only been dreaming of moments before. St Mungo's corridor, the same corridor she had sat in a few years before, when her family waited for news of her grandfather. Her eyes stared, wide with disbelief. This couldn't be happening, how did they get here?
Her eyes moved down to Scott, covered in blood which was now stained onto her clothes and skin. Her chest heaved, taking in huge gulps of air. It was so quiet... so very quiet. Shaking her head, Fin realised her wishes had been answered, and she was wasting precious moments trying to figure out why it had happened, or how. Standing up, Fin looked a wreck, her hair wild and untamed, covered in blood, damp and muck from the alley. She opened her mouth, but the sob choked back her words. Trying again, Fin screamed, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP, PLEASE!"
It took a moment, which seemed like hours for Fin, but soon enough, medical staff turned the corner, picking up the pace once they saw the pair. Fin felt a wave of relief come crashing over her like a tidal wave, making her body sway as it tossed her to and fro, dragging her under. Her vision went blurred, her feet stumbling as darkness seemed to cloud the corridor. One of the medics got a hold of her just as her legs went weak and fell out from under her. Fin gave a slow blink, trying to clear the clouds, "Help him..." She mumbled, trying to push him away so she could get to Scott, just wanting to be near him, "Please... he's dying... please..." She felt so tired, the darkness was harder to keep away and she found it drowning her. Collapsing in the medic's arms, she passed out. |
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jan 13, 2010 8:26:26 GMT 1
Dacian had succinctly decided he never wanted a headache ever again. Even being hit over the head with a mace would be preferable to this. It felt like his brain was trying to escape through his ears while simultaneously being blended. The left side of his jaw was a mess of burns, violently red all the way up to his cheekbone, with a black indistinct mark at its epicentre. It was as painful as it looked, and more.
The vampire was in a foul mood, more so than usual, and the possibility of something less than mundane happening in the wilds of Hogsmeade was not helping his bad temper. He’d begun to get that niggling feeling, and was presently prowling the streets when a Russian missile ploughed into his chest. It was with such force that he staggered, taking a moment to gather his wits before he spotted Vivian sat on the floor gingerly testing the back of her skull.
The overwhelming scent of blood clinging to her reached him first, and his stomach gave a hungry lurch. She had she found so much blood? An accident with one of those stale blood bags? No, it smelt fresh. What trouble had she gotten into? He was then assaulted with shrieks and shouts, and his brain screamed in response. Dacian groaned, and pressed the heel of one palm against his temple. “Not so loud.” He grumbled hoarsely.
He assumed she must be yelling in Russian, or his headache was really ruining his ability to understand English. With Vivian looking fairly safe in front of him, with no monsters running after her, he could not muster the urgency she was demanding of him. She insisted on slapping away his hands as he tried to investigate the injury on the back of her skull and he resorted to hefting her from the ground and setting her on her feet by her shoulders.
If he had been in a better mood, he might have paid more attention to the fact that he’d never seen her so distraught. She was incoherent, franticly trying to tell him something and dragging him when he didn’t respond fast enough. Dacian was much too tired to resist, so he followed his ward at a pace that she clearly deemed too slow, and she was soon dragging him into a run.
He felt lethargic, but the scene she presented him with served to wake him a little. It was an empty alleyway. His expression would have been unimpressed if the air wasn’t saturated with blood. Dacian set Vivian at the end of the alley where he could keep an eye on her, and ventured into the alley. It was dark – his eyes were not adjusting well in his current state – but he could have found the site of the blood with his eyes closed.
The ground was wet with it, and he crouched by it. What a mess. There was enough blood here to cause a fatality, and if Vivian’s mumbling was anything to go by, he knew who was dead. He touched the fingertips of his right hand to the sodden ground and tasted the blood. He’d bitten Scott, and he recognised the taste. He sighed and shook his head, the boy was doomed.
Dacian tried to find any trails that might tell him where the body had disappeared to, but the pool of blood seemed concentrated on one area, and even scouting both ends of the alley he could not find any trace of Scott’s blood. He cursed magic doers under his breath. They ruined everything conventional Dacian had come to rely on. He was going to enjoy going back to normal humans. He just had to convince Vivian to join him.
The boy had been an anchor for Vivian to this place, and while Dacian hadn’t exactly wanted him to die, it would be easier to take Vivian now that her ties were being cut one by one. This was exactly what Dacian had been trying to avoid, but Vivian and that damn fool Edward had insisted she should stay. Well now Vivian’s love interest was dead, and from the blood around her mouth, she was the cause or a large contributor. This whole incident was banking in his favour. He would have to endure her emotional state for a while, but then he would be able to make his case for taking her away and teaching her how to hunt properly.
Dacian straightened, and returned to Vivian. “There’s nobody here, Vivian. There's nothing I can do here.” She responded like a brick wall. Dacian sighed, and scooped her up, one arm under knees, the other behind her back. She was damp with ground water and blood, and carrying her through the back streets toward the forest, he wished he had something better than a cave to keep her in. She would need a shower, and he hadn’t any clean clothes that would fit her well.
The forest was eerily quiet, only his footsteps breaking the silence. Vivian was as dead as the first night he met her, and he carried her gently. He had no idea what had gone on in that alley, and for once he was not grilling her straight away for answers. His throbbing head had something to do with that. For once, he was sensitive to her grief.
His footsteps were joined by another, and he kept walking as Samuel flanked him. The second vampire was quiet, and Dacian appreciated that. The two would talk once Vivian was tended to. Dacian could only assume Samuel had investigated the scene also, and wanted to find out the details for himself. Vivian could potentially be in grave trouble if the boy’s death was largely her fault, and Dacian held her a little tighter. Samuel was a fair law-keeper, and Vivian was safe until the incident had been formally investigated.
They reached the dark opening to the cave that Dacian used as his daily retreat, and he put his ward down and made her comfortable as he could. She seemed in too much shock to respond to his gentle questions, so Dacian retreated with Samuel to swap case notes. Out of all the witnesses to the events of the evening, Dacian was the least flustered. You became accustomed to the senseless violence of the human race over time. The loss of one boy was just one more in a billion.
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