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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:09 pm
Takiko's weak form was close to crumpling by the time they reached the park. She was sure the trail of blood that followed them here would be traced by plenty of things searching for a weak meal. Her heavy breaths were weakening. It had been days since she had seen any medical treatement. She had been locked in the deserted Los Nochas with the two crazy people who were in charge of it.
As they slowed, Takiko felt her weak body give way. She only managed to catch a glimpse of Zarathos before her body fell weak to the ground.
((Ignore everything I said. So we're here now. [: ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:11 pm
Zarathos shot out of a near by tree and landed behind them both"What happened?"
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:13 pm
A growl came from Layna throat as she gently set Takiko on the ground. "Crow....Shot her....." She said, baring her teeth. She then sighed softly and leaned back herself, her heart pounding.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:18 pm
"What?"Zarathos looked at Takiko"Why would he do that I thought."
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:20 pm
(( ... I would love to reply... But Takiko is unconsious at the moment... ^^ ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:22 pm
((It was ritorical question))
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:25 pm
Though it helped when Layna removed the bullet, it increased the bleeding. Takiko would explain everything. Right now, she felt the same terror she felt when she was first shot. The feeling of being swallowed by an ocean of darkness. If it was not habit, she would have forgotten to breath.
The 'ocean' of darkness she felt mentally was warm, unlike water or darkness. It was slightly comforting. When someone had to struggle to remember to keep breathing because stopping the flow of oxygen was more comforting than continuing the constant pain was how Takiko felt. But she was not fighting, she was slipping.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:07 pm
(((Well, tell me if you need anything explained. Post is pretty self explanitory, but if it doesn't, I apologize, I pulled an all nighter and just got back from work. ^_^;; )))
"Move and die, walking damned."
Kashkin had jumped out of a nearby tree and landed not to far from the three vampires, or at least he thought they were. By the time the light hit him, his guns were out, aimed right at them. Not only that, but once his feet hit the ground, he did a little jump, covering a good distance between them, to where he was only 30 feet away.
"..... So, the flashbang didn't kill any of you, huh? Hmph.... Better upgrade it when I get back home."
He looked over at the wounded girl, and the two standing over her.
"So yea. That's the girl from the club. She got shot by some guy who didn't smell of blood, but rather wet fur."
His eyes closed slightly. He hated vampires. Swore to kill every single one he could get close enough to. But now, he felt something stirring in his mind. Almost a torn feeling.
Vizury shook ever so slightly in his hand, showing that there was actually a mental, inner struggle going on. Kill them? But she was in love with a wolf and betrayed her kind. Didn't that make her different? But she was still undead! Undead needed to die! Those were the one's that ruined his sister's life!
".......... If you don't clog that wound with something, she will bleed to death, vampire or not."
Kashkin reached for his left pocket, pausing just before he got to it. If he helped this vampire now, then he would be breaking his vow.
.... He could always ask for a fair fight later or something.....
"Damn it, damn it, damn it......"
Kashkin reached into his pocket with two fingers, pulling out what seemed to be a capsul of blue liquid and a bandage. He tossed them both to the vampires who were standing, then aiming the guns at them again.
Although, even though the guns were pointing at their hearts, there was no anger, nor killing intent comming from him. He didn't... want to fight. Paranoia and survival taught him to keep his guard up no matter what, via experience.
"Apply that liquid directly to her wound. It will stop the area of her body from bleeding as much, and should close over the veins or whatnot that got hit. Then wrap the wound tightly with that bandage....."
Kashkin's voice was cracking. He was forcing himself to fight back the sheer, primal instinct of killing all of them right there. He wanted them dead.
But a few people deserve second chances... right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:16 pm
Through the darkness she suffocated within. The pain she suffered through. The sorrow she suddenly felt made everything seem unimportant. The amount of emotional pain brough tears to come from her closed eyes.
"Why... would... you help me...?"
A soft voice was muffled from weakness. Somehow, Takiko's voice was heard, directed towards the man she recognized from the club not long before she was shot. He had the rich smell of the living, the sweet pumping of his heart rang in her ears. He must be a hunter with the equipment he possesed. Then he would want her dead. If she was dying, why didn't he just let her bleed here? Why did he supply Zarathos and Layna with medical equipment.
Two dark eyes slowly opened a bit. The pain she felt from using so much breath to talk was clear in her limp body. Though the dark eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, they showed the darkness she possesed, the part of her that was taken from her so long ago, captured by the void. It was the eyes of one of the few, unique vampires, of voidmasters. Who's souls were captured in darkness. The one darkness that kept her wanting to live for reasons she did not understand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:32 pm
Kashkin was about ready to shoot his own brains out. Every vampire he had ever faced had tried to kill him head on, tried to rip his very heart out and feast upon his soul. But now, lieing in front of him, was the very same kin, but different. He cringed.
Drop the guns and apply it himself, leaving him open to attack and being killed, or letting her die due to no one acting fast enough.
"..... Damn it all!"
Kashkin knew he would most likely die the moment his guns were lowered, so he got as close as he could to the girl and knelt down to her, guns still aimed at the two others. He placed one in one of the holsters on the back of his belt. He then reached into his pocket and drew out more of the blue goo, bringing it up to his mouth where he bit down on the cork lid of the vial. He spit it off to the side, looking around very fast. He didn't know exactly why he was helping her. His mind was jumbled, yet somewhere in there was the answer.
"This is gonna be cold as hell, lady."
He poured the stuff in, watching it literally make his own hairs stand on end. It would in fact repair the tissue and bloodveins in the girl, but he needed to get the bandage around her, or the stuff could very well come right out, as well as let the wound ooze and possibly get infected.
".... Sit up.... That wound needs to be wrapped or you die...." Kashkin's very voice shook with multiple emotions. The medical tape and bandage he had in his hand was shaking. His very mind was having a war in itself. Only a little longer and he could get the hell out of there.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:39 pm
((the user bar I made looks awsome. Feels good to see my work put to use. ^_^)) mrgreen
Sorain sniffed around on the ground. He was in wolf form but he looked more like a comon dog see he was not noticed as a monster of the night. Humans walked past him as if he was just a random stay. Ignorant to the true world that was hiding in plan sight right in front of their faces.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:22 pm
A small yipe came from her lips. The warmth she was used to from being unconsious was chilling. A shiver filled her body, traveling down her spine. Takiko gasped for her breath, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on her.
Takiko's dark eyes widened when he asked her to sit. Of course, for the past few days the innabiliy to move from pain. Slowly, her muscles tightened to allow her torso to sit up as he wanted her to. A soft groan passed her lips.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:58 pm
Kashkin did a s**t job, wraping the bandage around the girl. He was sweating, his eyes trying very hard to focus. He managed to get it around, tieing it up with one hand. He had practiced doing it when his arm was broken. That was a while ago though.
He finished, realizing that a wound like that would be very hard to hide.
".... If I don't get this back, I'm going to hunt you down in hell and kill you for all eternity."
Kashkin pulled off his sweatshirt, the most favorite one in the world, which meant everyhing to him, and was actually the thing keeping him going on his martyr's quest, revealing ammo clips, bullet proof armor, and many more hazardous items on his person. He put the sweatshirt over the girl's head and it covered her up with a lot of excess shirt. She was like a penguin in a snow suit. You could see her from the nose up. It didn't have anything in it... besides his home adress for his apartment and notes on how to get to it and where to find it.
Nothing too important.
With that done, Kashkin backed up slowly, both guns aimed at the three figures.
".... I really need to get some sleep....."
Kashkin holstered his guns and booked it into the nearby trees, weaving in and out of them until he was in the middle of the park area. He found a rock, panting, lieing down, his mind boiling..... He lied there, trying to rest, but still intensely aware of his surroundings, for the most part.
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