Bleed it Out *invited*

[n]

He hadn’t meant to get involved, but it was hard not to. He couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. Not when he knew he could help her. Maybe that was the wrong decision, more so since it didn’t end well for him. But Nicholas, walking down the dimly lit alleyway, had made a split second choice. There had been a gang of men there, three of them, and at first the sight hadn’t looked odd. It wasn’t until Nicholas felt the heartbeat of another; frantic with fear, that he noticed the woman they were hovering over. That couldn’t be good. Nicholas had drawn closer, noticing a knife in the hand of one of the men, and the smell of blood fresh on the air. The woman was sobbing quietly, too petrified to scream, her shirt had been ripped and blood ran from a nick just above her collarbone.

“I think perhaps you guys should leave,” Nicholas suggested, at the time assuming it would be an easy fight to win.

There had been a fight and, as Nicholas suspected, he had come out best. He hadn’t killed the men, just knocked them out, although knowing just what those guys appeared to have been planning...every instinct and urge told him they deserved to die. It wasn’t his choice to judge. He should have left then. If he hadn’t stayed a second longer, or moved over to check on the woman, it wouldn’t have happened. Too distracted by the smell of her blood, and her frantic heartbeat, he failed to pick up on the noise of someone else moving behind him.

That was when someone had plunged the needle into his throat. At first, he didn’t register what had exactly been injected into him, he just reacted. Not that he got very far, as he suddenly staggered, uncoordinated. Whoever had attacked him was still standing, even if Nick suddenly found himself on the floor. The next thing he was aware of, the attacker was still looming towards him, and the woman he saved had moved next to him and was pleading.

“He was trying to help me.”

He heard her words, the same words over and over, and then the blackness started to suffocate him.

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Victor Midas had been tracking a vampire for a few days, finding articles in the papers about cattle drained of blood. He had finally pinned down the face of the blood sucker last night. Some guy going by the name Nick. Sneaking into the morgue wasn’t so bad; however he almost got caught by a guard at midnight. The syringe was brand spankin new, right out of the supplies cabinet down the hall. Extracting blood from a corpse isn’t easy, there’s no blood flow anymore. All the blood has kinda settled in the veins. So the best bet to get dead man’s blood might actually be to cut off appendages off the freshest corpse and hope the blood hasn’t coagulated yet while it drips into the plastic ware. Ok so maybe its easier then first said. After draining an old man of ever drop his arms had Vic put a lid on the tub and snuck back out.

Back at the motel room Victor unpackaged the needle, sticking one end in the dead man’s blood and pulling the plunger out the back filling it with the red liquid. He flicked it twice, then pushed the plunger back in to make sure the pathway through the needle was still clear and unclogged.
In his car across from a bar he had pegged the blood sucker as a regular to, Vic watched him take path down an alley, a dark one. Taking his chance the hunter exited his car and followed, hearing a commotion like a fight. He saw the vampire standing over a group of men, and then also a woman present. Taking his chance while the thing was distracted Vic came in from behind and plunged the needle into his throat from behind.

“He was trying to help me.”

“Vampires don’t just help people, I bet he was about to bite into you.” Vic brushed off the woman as he checked on the vampire as he heard footfalls behind him

[henryjekyll]

Henry knew Nicholas by now. Quite well in fact, and despite his usual hatred of Nicholas' kind, being a hunter and all, Himself and this vampire had formed a bond. A strong one, and when Henry befriended he did not do so lightly. It was because of this bond that he was in the vicinity at the time. It was not chance that the vampire had back up, but rather recent past acquaintance. It was a cold night, tonight. Not something Nicholas would feel but Henry certainly did, he hated cold and foggy nights like this one. They misted his breathe, made him slow and near impossible to be sneaky. Good thing tonight did not call for stealth, but instead all out brute force!

He was on Victor before Vic even knew what had slammed into the side of him. The red head had thrown his entire weight into the hit and punched Victor across the side of the face hard enough the floor most any mortal. His animalism showed through the deep growl he issued as he continued his assault on the man who'd just attacked Nicholas. His second blow was to the man's ribs with his foot, forcing Victor to roll over on the ground before he dragged him onto his knees, his hand at the man's throat as he made Victor tilt his head back and look at him. He leant down, steel blue eyes holding near no emotional connecting with Victors.

"Regret is not a word that is going to cover what you're about to feel..."

Vicious was Henry. He felt little other emotion and did not allow himself much pleasure, so his tension was constantly on a high. In what little moonlight was offered he took a moment to study Victors face. Handsome... ,He thought. Pity you won't live past tonight. He drew his silver laced blade from his belt and held it up against Victors throat, keeping him there on his knees.

"What did you inject him with?"

Henry demanded with a certain degree of urgency. He had a feeling what it was but he needed it from the man's lips himself. Clearly in league with the vampire, but also clearly not a vampire. Whatever Henry though, he was not ordinary. Nicholas had smelled that on his blood the very evening they had met, noted the difference in him. he supposed he did not come across as usual either, with his smart suit that made him look more like a business man than a hunter. That was what he was though: A hunter. A damned good one too, and one who knew when he did not need to kill.

As Victor took his sweet time in answering, Henry pressed the blade a little firmly against his throat, a flash of enjoyment dancing through his eyes as he smirked nastily down at him, trying to block out the poisoned groans of his fallen comrade. He watched the tiny slither of blood grace his knife as the razor edge slid a little into the skin of Victors neck. Almost nothing as far as blood-shed was concerned. Nicholas was more than an acquaintance now to him, he was a friend, and Henry had buried enough friends by now not to chance loosing another one. Certainly one that normally would not die, like himself, so a little blood shed on this bastards part was the least he could do for this little adventure!

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Ryanne Benedict

Ryanne was restless and therefore couldn't sleep. She had a gut feeling that something was going to happen but wasn't entirely sure if it was going to be of the good variety or the bad variety.

That was the reason why she found herself, roaming the streets at night, huddled into her leather jacket, the soft footfalls of her Chuck's lulling her in to a peaceful frame of mind. Ryanne had entered a fairly rough looking area and shoved her hands into her pockets and hunched slightly, hoping not get noticed because she really wanted a night off from fighting.

Alas, it was not meant to be. She had just approached an alley and spared a glance down it as she walked past and had to stop because she was unsure what she had just seen. She swore she had just seen Victor being pinned against a wall, knife to his throat. She backed up some and saw that her eyes were definitely not deceiving her and with a low growl, she approached rapidly and knocked the man away from Victor.

"Now,now. I'm sure we can all play nice. No need to use weapons."

She eyed the man with the knife and stood in front of Vic, whispering harshly back to him when she noticed, what she deduced to be a vampire, lying on the floor, looking...ill, "What the hell did you do? Always getting yourself into trouble, aren't you Victor?" her tone was snide but you could detect a trace of concern. She may not have liked him all that much but he was a fellow hunter and they all needed to back each other up.

Ryanne glared at the stranger before taking the scene around her, in. Other than the vampire, she noticed a group of men, prone on the floor as well as a woman. The woman seemed to be scared and huddled near the vampire and this thoroughly confused her. "Okay, can someone tell me what the bloody hell happened? And maybe quickly because Fang here doesn't look well at all. Well...worse than he would usually look."

Her eyes were quickly drawn back to the man that had pinned Victor and she gave him the once over. If she was honest, there wasn't much to him, he was fairly scrawny and had red hair. She wasn't saying he wasn't handsome because he was. She just couldn't understand how he managed to get the upper hand on a bloke who clearly has a bigger and stronger build. "Any time soon would be good, people."

[n]

He was drifting. Nicholas didn’t even understand why. It wasn’t usual for him to black out, he hadn’t ever before. But then, he had usually flown under the radar of hunters, feeding only off cattle for the most part and avoiding deaths of humans. He had grown skilled over the years at hiding who he was, or what he was for that matter of speaking. He didn’t stir at the commotion, although he wasn’t sure if he was groaning aloud or not. Fighting to gain at least some consciousness, he was aware that he was burning up also, another thing he hadn’t really experienced. In his numbed senses, Nicholas knew it had to be poison...or dead man’s blood, that was in his system. He had heard about it and the effects.

Was he going to die? Even if the poison didn’t work, wouldn’t the hunter kill him now anyway? Nicholas flashed back on some of the images on his life, and all he could feel was regret. For a long moment, he wished he had never walked out on his maker. He wanted to see his sire again, at the end. It had been over 300 years since they had parted company, so to speak. Next thing Nicholas knew, there was a commotion, and the final blow didn’t come. He could feel the woman still hunkered next to him, but the warmth of her body made him want to flinch back.

“Leave...,” were the words in his head, or was he actually talking? Nicholas figured the latter, “Go now...get the police. Go somewhere safe.”

His words were said to the girl, as he tried to get her to move. She shouldn’t be caught up in this, she’d had enough trauma. It wasn’t fair on her to have to watch. She was still sobbing though, and he found he hadn’t enough strength to push her away. Not at the present. Through the fight, Henry’s voice filtered through. A familiar voice. He frowned slightly, trying once more to move and open his eyes, suddenly concerned.

"Okay, can someone tell me what the bloody hell happened? And maybe quickly because Fang here doesn't look well at all. Well...worse than he would usually look."

The woman, at least, replied to the question, “He was trying to save me...and that man, injected him with something,” she was sobbing, “All he did was knock those other guys out, and they were hurting me.”

Nicholas finally summoned some strength, pushing away from the woman, and grabbing hold of the wall, his palm flat against it as he pulled himself up. It didn’t go too well, and he ended up holding onto the wall for support. But he was stubborn, and he didn’t like to stay down. Society had taught him to fight. Quite a lot over the years. His eyes now open, he glanced between them all, his gaze resting on Henry.

“Thanks,” he was forcing the words, voice becoming quieter every second, “But don’t kill him...any of them. You can’t expect hunters to see past black and white...they think they’re doing a job, that’s all.”

His tone was bitter, but one of forgiveness. He remembered his brother, and he knew what he would say right now. Anger would get Nicholas nowhere, and achieve nothing. Henry shouldn’t have to deal with a conscience of hurting or killing someone by accident.

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Vic had heard the footsteps, but didn’t react fast enough as he was tackled off of the vampire.

He grunted as he got up, seeing the red headed toothy pick come in and try again with an attack. He went to kick and Vic blocked it with his forearm, driving his fist into the opponent’s chest, he staggered back and threw a punch into Vic’s jaw. He didn’t block it, his head snapped to the side and he re-covered swinging his fist into the other guy’s kidneys. He took another shot to the face. It nearly put him on his ass. He rose off his knee and headbutted the stranger. Again with the face! Why not try to hit him somewhere else? This one did put Vic on his back. He took a foot to the ribs and let out a cry of pain as he felt some of his ribs possibly fracture.

He grunted again as he was hauled to his knees.

"Regret is not a word that is going to cover what you're about to feel..."

Victor just looked at him, then spit blood in his face. “Bite me, wait wait, you might actually try that.”


"What did you inject him with?"

“Really? I have to tell you? I’m insulted.” He spat. Then the knife was held against his throat. Midas was careful as to how he breathed to make sure he didn’t cut his own throat open. He finally got a look at his attacker. Red hair, mutton chops almost. More like sideburns. Vic himself had grown full on mutton chops in his dark course facial hair. He refused to answer, and thank god, because just then Ryanne Benedict knocked Dr Who away. He grabbing his throat in an unconscious move to make sure it was clear of any and everything. Looking at her he smirked appreciatively at the smaller, younger hunter.

“Thanks Ry.”

"What the hell did you do? Always getting yourself into trouble, aren't you Victor?"

He got back to his feet as he answered the huntress.

“You know me Ry, always trying to kill myself on the job.” He reached into his coat for his own knife. Flipping it over from holding the handle, then the blade, then the handle again and then back to the blade before holding the handle. He tightened his grip appropriately for combat, the blade pointed down. He eyed the suited stranger who just assaulted him, Ryanne spoke again.

"Okay, can someone tell me what the bloody hell happened? And maybe quickly because Fang here doesn't look well at all. Well...worse than he would usually look."

The woman Vic had just saved, despite her not realizing it, spoke next. “He was trying to save me...and that man, injected him with something,” she was sobbing, “All he did was knock those other guys out, and they were hurting me.”

“And then he was gonna eat ya, lady! That’s what vampires do! They eat people!” its now that vampire boy decided to rise, or at least try to. He looked at the red head.

“Thanks,” it was forcing the words out of his mouth, voice becoming quieter every second, blood was working, “But don’t kill him...any of them. You can’t expect hunters to see past black and white...they think they’re doing a job, that’s all.”

Victor stepped closer to the blood sucker leaned against the wall, knife still in hand. He grabbed the vampire by the kneck and pushed him against the very wall that had just supported him.

“We are doing a job! Getting rid of things like you!” A monster, that’s all he was. He flipped the knife over so that the blade pointed up. He held it to the throat of the bloodsucker.

“Give me a reason NOT to cut off your head right now blood sucker.” He commanded. Monster, kill it. He heard his mind tell him, ‘theyre all responsible until you know what did it.’ He hunted because something like this killed his parents and little sister. He wasn’t going to just let it walk away.

[henryjekyll]

The First hit Victor landed should have winded him, even he didn’t know why it didn’t. He put it down to luck of angle; he regained his posture very quickly, swinging his knuckles into Victors face. He hadn’t yet entirely looked at him yet, he was aiming slightly blind in the dark but he was still a good swing. The second hit he took was painful, he drew a smart wince from his lips but it was not yet enough to put him down. He’d taken beating from stronger things than this man, and walked – well limped away from the fight. The head butt was a different story though. His head snapped backwards to such a hit, not having expected it. Blood ran down from his nose, indicating Victor had landed a very effective hit on the man. Near instant bruising and an impact cut on the bridge of his nose suggested Victor had managed to break it. None the less he was not done with him. His foot drew the satisfying sound of a cry and a crack, before he’d dragged Victor up onto his knees.

He’d grimaced to the blood and saliva spat in his face as it splattered across his features, some of which graced his lips. Freakishly he could not stop himself from tasting his lips. But he was no Vampire, and Victors words drew a hazed laugh from him.

“I’m no Vampire, Biting you is of no interest!”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Really? I have to tell you? I’m insulted.”

He wanted to laugh but his vision was very impaired, so he figured he ought not antagonise the man further. True both men were now very badly hit up by each other, so they were probably on even grounds. From his words he assumed it had been dead man’s blood. The bloody idiot had attacked the Vampire with dead man’s blood. He withdrew the knife as Ryanne interrupted and he growled at her. He noted she scanned him, judging and it made him uneasy. True he did not look like he ought to posses as much strength as he’d just displayed on Victor’s oddly handsome self, but that was Hyde’s influence. He glanced back to Ryanne, nothing thinking much of her. Sure she was beautiful, but she looked young, and weak in all honesty. She certainly wouldn't stand much much time against him. Okay, so she knew Victor by name, which mean it was two aside now, despite the fact Nicholas was hardly able to stand.

He watched Victor handle his knife as she spoke, watching and judging his skill with it, deducing that he was indeed very good with it. He’d think twice before engaging Victor with a knife again, Henry was good but from what he was seeing Victor would possibly best him. He looked to Ryanne as she spoke again, commenting on Nicholas’ condition.

“He injected him, with dead mans blood...”

He watched Victor move then, ignoring the woman completely. The civilian woman was no concern of his, he would not even acknowledge her in fact, not with Nicholas in the state he was in. Then Victor was on The staggering Vampire again, and Henry’s rage boiled. Obviously Victor had not understood Henry when he’d broken his rib and threatened him with a knife. He was on him a second time only thing time he Grabbed Victor, spinning him off Nicholas and threw him to the floor before moving to Nicholas and leaned down a little, putting himself under the hardly-standing Vampire and supported him upright. Genuine concern passed his eyes as he hushed Nicholas.

“Don’t defend them Nicholas, don’t waste your energy.”

He continued to hold him up, allowing Nicholas to rest his weight on Henrys shoulders and hushed him. It looked almost romantic in the way Henry cared, but in all truth Henry had been just as prejudice against Nicholas when they’d first met. Had even attacked him, held a silver-laced knife to his throat. Hated him even, but Nicholas had proven himself more than a fang. Nicholas had the humanity most Vampire’s lacked, and for what he’d proved himself to be to Henry, Henry had formed himself a friendship, and that meant he’d die for Nicholas. End of. He shot a glare at Ryanne and Victor as he held his fallen Vampiric companion.

“Nicholas feeds only on cattle. He is not like others of his kind you weak minded fools.”

His attention returned to Nicholas.

“Nic, You’ve been injected with dead man’s blood. Focus on me, try not to panic – that will only circulate the poison quicker. Do not exert yourself...”

The doctor in him showing through now.

“...You need human blood to bleed it out. Do you understand me? You need to chase the poison with fresh human blood, and a lot of it. Do not argue with me on the subject. You need 10 pints of blood in order to survive this...”

He removed his blade a second time. Anyone who knew anything about bleeding would understand there and then that this man was about to kill himself for this vampire. Surely that said something? He took the blade up to his own wrist, dragging it up and crying out weakly in pain. Not a fatal slit of course, but it would be anyway, he needed to bleed out everything he had to save Nicholas, unless these two aided him. He did not suspect that they would. He pushed his bleeding wrist against Nicholas’ lips...

“Start Drinking!”

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Ryanne Benedict

“You know me Ry, always trying to kill myself on the job.”

Ryanne turned her head to look at him slightly and rolled her eyes, "I think I might kill you myself Vic. Always causing trouble even when there is no need for it."

Considering the way the two men were eyeing each other, like they're ready to do battle again, Ryanne thought she would be in for a long wait for the reason why they were fighting. However, she had forgotten the woman and was surprised when she answered instead, “He was trying to save me...and that man, injected him with something...All he did was knock those other guys out, and they were hurting me.”

The hunter's eyebrows rose high into her hairline as she registered what the woman said. He saved her? A blood sucking vampire, saved her? It wasn't easy to believe but she knew it can happen. Some vampires opt to feed from animals rather than humans and this made her inclined to believe the woman. Lost in thought, she didn't see Victor move and was about to tell him to calm down because he was scaring the woman further, when the vampire begun to move and stand up. Ryanne could see that he was ill by the way he had to cling to the wall for support and she felt sorry for him.

“He injected him, with dead mans blood...”

Yes. Ryanne's sympathy for the vampire grew and she had to try very hard not to roll her eyes. It was typical of Victor to shoot first and ask questions later. In this case, stick first and ask later.

“Thanks...But don’t kill him...any of them. You can’t expect hunters to see past black and white...they think they’re doing a job, that’s all.”

Well, she did. As soon as those words slipped through his pointy teeth, her temper spiked a little but she kept it under control. He was ill and he was showing compassion, even if he did sound bitter. She'd leave him be, for now. She was about repsond to him when Victor slammed him into the wall, a knife to his throat.

She seriously could have smacked him round the face a couple of times to get Victor to control himself but it seemed that her interference was not necessary as the redhead jumped in for the rescue and threw Vic to the floor.

Ryanne jumped back and stepped away, not wanting to get into an altercation unless it was really necessary. At the minute, it seemed it wasn't but she hoped that Victor wised up soon before he got himself killed and Ryanne was definitely not in the mood for clean up duty.

“Don’t defend them Nicholas, don’t waste your energy...Nicholas feeds only on cattle. He is not like others of his kind you weak minded fools.”

She blinked. Then blinked a second time. "I'm sorry, I thought you just called me a weak minded fool?" Her temper spiked then and she couldn't give a shit if the vampire was dying, not at that particular moment. "What the hell have I done to you or Fangs here? Nothing. I let the first snide comment about me being a hunter slide, but that one? Calling me weak minded? Not so much!" She all but growled at the redhead, stalking towards him. "Now listen up, mate. I have no idea who you are and where you get off at insulting me but I will not tolerate it. At the risk of sounding cliche, you do not know me, so therefore there is no way in Hell that you should be judging me? Got it, Red?" By the time she was finished, she was right up in his face, her chest heaving from anger and her fists clenched.

She backed away from him then and took deep breaths to calm herself down and leant against the wall and observed how Red addressed the vampire and took note that Fangs was in fact called Nick.

As she watched, she noticed that Red seemed to be incredibly gentle with the vampire, caring and calm and tones of having a medical background seeped through in his language, tone and body language and got thinking about the vampire's condition.

Red clearly wanted to save him and as far as Ryanne knew, there was no way to cure a vampire after being injected with dead man's blood. The only logical answer that she could come up with, is to replace the infected blood with a fresh source, to force the toxic poison from the vampire's body. Sort of like a transfusion.

“...You need human blood to bleed it out. Do you understand me? You need to chase the poison with fresh human blood, and a lot of it. Do not argue with me on the subject. You need 10 pints of blood in order to survive this...Start Drinking!”

Ryanne arched an eyebrow at Red and his plan. Great minds think a like but clearly, with his worry over the vampire, he wasn't thinking right at all. She wasn't keen on any of the males in the alley but she was not going to just leave them. So she watched as he cut his own wrist and hold it to the vampire's mouth.

"I absolutely hate to annoy you further, Red but you seemed to have forgotten a couple of small things. One, Fangs needs rest as well, so maybe a motel room or something. Two, you said he needs ten pints of blood. There is no way in hell you can supply all of that." She arched a brow at him and watched as he continued to let the vampire leech his own life. "I have a proposition. For the minute we call a truce. We need to go back to someone's place and get him comfortable and then we need to do a rota system of feeding him because, let's face it. There is no way that you can save him and not kill yourself."

Ryanne quickly turned and grabbed Victor by the ear to stop him from moving away or wriggling out of the situation and turned to face the odd couple, "And we're going to help. We'll need sugary supplies so Victor can get them and if he doesn't come back, then I'll hunt him down and kill him myself. Once we have supplies, Vic and I can help you save the vampire."

She eyed Red, waiting for his answer and thought that maybe he needed another little push into agreeing, "I am a hunter, yes, but you have to realise that being a hunter I have come across many strange things. I have even met a couple of animal feeders. So don't you dare judge me for what I do, got it?" Her tone of voice at the end got harsh and violent, letting him know that she had not forgotten any of the snide comments, despite the fact that she's showing the willingness to help him out.

[n]

“Give me a reason NOT to cut off your head right now blood sucker.”

As Nicholas was pushed against the wall, the knife at his throat, he merely gave a weak laugh. There was no point in that anyway. Wouldn’t the dead man’s blood do the job? Surely it meant he was already dead...or maybe not. Nicholas wasn’t too sure. Either way, he trusted a hunter like this wouldn’t listen to reason. The guy had already injected him without stopping to think. He gathered it was a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ policy base. He didn’t give a reason – felt no need to justify himself. No, he wouldn’t give anyone that satisfaction. Then, Henry had moved again, and the guy was no longer holding him.

The girl next to him suddenly ran away, frightened from all the commotion. From the discussions, Nicholas learnt the names of the other two – Victor and Ry. Was Ry short for something perhaps? He guessed so, that would make sense more. Nicholas let Henry support him, too tired to complain. Really, he shouldn’t be standing, at least that much he figured. It drained him more. But then, as said before, Nicholas defied things and was generally stubborn. He felt a sincere gratefulness towards the other man – Henry was the only one here that was helping him, and knew what he was really like. Then again, Henry had held a knife on him at first sight. Things had changed since then, dramatically so.

“Don’t defend them Nicholas, don’t waste your energy.”

“It’s not just them I’m worried about,” Nicholas murmured wearily, “Don’t get yourself caught in the crossfire.”

Nicholas didn’t want to see Henry hurt either, he was a good friend, and the fact he was immortal meant a lot. Nicholas usually struggled to get close to people, for fear of them dying. With Henry, it wouldn’t be the case. Then again, Nicholas himself was dying now, he assumed. Obviously, Nicholas cared about Henry more than these hunters now – a lot more. Henry suddenly supplied a reason about why Victor’s actions had potentially been wrong. Then, next thing he knew, the woman, who he knew as ‘Ry’, was arguing with Henry over him calling them ‘weak minded fools.’ He watched her curiously, wondering if she could be different. She seemed, maybe more tolerant. At least compared with the other one, Victor.

“Nic, You’ve been injected with dead man’s blood. Focus on me, try not to panic – that will only circulate the poison quicker. Do not exert yourself...”

He gave another chuckle, despite the situation – maybe it was the shock that made the revelation seem funny, “I know what it is, I guessed. As for panicking, it’s a bit late for that. I’m dying right? Either way the poison will take its toll.”

Now, he really did have to stop speaking, cutting off as his eyes flickered slightly. He leant against Henry a bit more, finding it easier to use him for support than the wall. He still felt as though he was burning up, and for a moment considered trying to shrug out of his jacket. Then he decided against it. It would only take more effort. It was strange to Nicholas, since he rarely ever felt like this and also because it was freezing cold. The icy air didn’t even seem to be felt by him at all.

“...You need human blood to bleed it out. Do you understand me? You need to chase the poison with fresh human blood, and a lot of it. Do not argue with me on the subject. You need 10 pints of blood in order to survive this...”

Nicholas stared at him blankly, the look on his face, and the grimness in his eyes, showing he wasn’t going to agree with Henry, “Ten pints is enough to kill someone. Maybe more than just the one. I’d rather die.”

His tone showed conviction, and acceptance. The other two people were not going to help Henry, and it would be hard to find too many willing blood donors this time of night. A second later, Henry had cut his wrist, and was ordering him to drink from it, pushing it to his lips. The smell of blood was hard to resist, more so since he was weak and hungry, but before too much of the liquid could seep past his lips he caught Henry’s wrist and held it away. His fingers closed tight around it, trying to put pressure on and stop the bleeding. Slowly, he shook his head, a pained look in his eyes.

“No...you know I can’t do that. Go get that stitched up or something. Leave me here.”

"I have a proposition. For the minute we call a truce. We need to go back to someone's place and get him comfortable and then we need to do a rota system of feeding him because, let's face it. There is no way that you can save him and not kill yourself."

Nicholas turned to her, a new found respect for this hunter in his gaze, even if he didn’t like her proposition. That would still be painful for all of them. Still, it saved Henry trying to kill himself, so if that was the only alternative Nicholas was prepared to agree. He nodded at Ry in gratefulness, willing to accept the compromise. Then, he spoke again, still uneasy.

“It might be hard. Since I’m weaker, control will be more difficult. It’d be risky,” he pointed out, awkwardly, "It’s usually not a matter, but then – I’ve never felt like this before.”

He was trying to explain that once he got a taste of someone’s blood fully, he might be tempted not to draw back. With Henry, he had caught the wrist in time before the damage was done. Even so, he could try, and if there were two other people there, they would hopefully be able to stop him from going any further if he did try and harm someone and take too much blood.

“Thank you for your compassion, Ry...I’m sorry, I’m not sure if that is your full name or not. It’s the only way I know how to address you.”

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Victor had held the knife the vampiric son of a bitch’s throat when the suited ginger threw him against the ground. He let go of his knife, the bladed weapon clattered against the asphalt floor as Vic nearly fell to the ground. Hell he nearly rolled. That would have done a number on his ribs. He held his hand to the spot on his torso that had bruised after being kicked. Nice a fresh, and tender too. Damn it hurt, but Victor worked through his pain. Pressing against it lightly, he didn’t feel anything move too much in an unnatural manner. So they were in maybe mostly one piece at the moment, 'nother hit like that might break or fully fracture his bones, but for now they just hurt like an S.O.B.

“The times I’ve been havin' lately.” He grunted as he regained his composure and his knife. So this vampire’s name was Nicholas. Well ain't that peachy.

“It’s not just them I’m worried about,” Nicholas murmured wearily, “Don’t get yourself caught in the crossfire.”

“What crossfire, I just want you dead Twilight, you’re the blood sucking monster.” Victor stood there holding his side, which had started to hurt more, ok, maybe they were fully fractured or broken. He grimaced in the new pain. ‘Work through it Vic, you can get some pain killers when this is done.’ He so was going to need like some vicodin or something. “Not like you’re totally innocent I’m sure.” Victor wasn’t convinced his actions of beating on some thugs were just the act of a Good Samaritan.

“Nicholas feeds only on cattle. He is not like others of his kind you weak minded fools.”

"I'm sorry; I thought you just called me a weak minded fool?"
Vic saw that Ry was not happy, not in the slightest. "What the hell have I done to you or Fangs here? Nothing. I let the first snide comment about me being a hunter slide, but that one? Calling me weak minded? Not so much!" Boy was she pissed, Victor was almost scared, usually only the monsters did that to him, Ryanne on the other hand was kinda scary because she was capable, very much so and she was a woman, hell hath no fury right? Well she was starting to get in the British guy’s face; Victor had deduced that from his accent. "Now listen up, mate. I have no idea who you are and where you get off at insulting me but I will not tolerate it. At the risk of sounding cliche, you do not know me, so therefore there is no way in Hell that you should be judging me? Got it, Red?" She was right here in his face, chest heaving and maybe even white knuckled.

He watched her walk away and calm herself, maybe a good idea for Vic, but he wasn’t worked up. His breathing had steadied since the fight. He was still determined to kill Nicky boy though. The other human in the alley was surprisingly gentle and caring with the way he handled the vampire. His words spoke to Victor that he had medical training of some kind.

“I know what it is, I guessed. As for panicking, it’s a bit late for that. I’m dying right? Either way the poison will take its toll.”

“And then my job’s done.” Victor said with no regret at all. And then he heard something leave the lips of the vampire following words of the ‘doctor’.

“...You need human blood to bleed it out. Do you understand me? You need to chase the poison with fresh human blood, and a lot of it. Do not argue with me on the subject. You need 10 pints of blood in order to survive this...”

“Ten pints is enough to kill someone. Maybe more than just the one. I’d rather die.”

Damn. Maybe he was something else. Perhaps Vic was judging the vampire's book by its cover, but he could also be lying. Monsters lie.

“No...you know I can’t do that. Go get that stitched up or something. Leave me here.”

The hunter kept watching what was going on, maybe find something that would indicate if the vampire was lying or not.

"I have a proposition. For the minute we call a truce. We need to go back to someone's place and get him comfortable and then we need to do a rota system of feeding him because, let's face it. There is no way that you can save him and not kill yourself."

Victor didn’t say a word, but he respected her, and she seemed to be at least on the side of saving this things life.

The vampire then looked at her, gazing at her with a look Victor wasn’t able to pin down then in his eyes. If Victor participated fewer blood would come from each of them, meaning greater chance of survival.

“It might be hard. Since I’m weaker, control will be more difficult. It’d be risky,” he pointed out, awkwardly, "It’s usually not a matter, but then – I’ve never felt like this before.”


“You’re welcome.” Vic felt a little odd about what he had done, Nick did seem like a good guy, Vic hadn’t caught anything from him to indicate he was lying, of course vampire’s were kinda dead. He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Thank you for your compassion, Ry...I’m sorry, I’m not sure if that is your full name or not. It’s the only way I know how to address you.”

“Oh hell, I’ll help; you don’t seem so bad I guess.” He rolled up his long t-shirt sleeve and removed his coat. “Shouldn’t we maybe go somewhere more…clean?” he sneered as he spoke the last word. He hoped this wasn't going to bite him in the ass.

[henryjekyll]

Henry frowned deeply as Nicholas rejected his wrist, Nicholas’s grip surprisingly weak on his bleeding writ that was wasting blood as it dripped down onto the cold floor and nourished nothing. He looked to his wrist, frowning weakly and let himself whimper to Nicholas’s rejection and shook his head, flame red hair moving slightly in its perfectly side-combed style. He couldn’t just allow the man to die. He couldn’t, Vampire or not, because Nicholas now meant something to Henry, a hell of a lot more than Henry’s life meant these days. It had been a long time since Henry had accepted a friend, especially one he’d touch enough to offer support too, and now Nicholas was dying. He couldn’t watch that happen a second time.

“Nicholas if you don’t drink you die! Understand? And if you die then you leave me!”

A selfish statement but one that fully displayed his care, and a less self-centred reason for Nicholas to continue to live. He was not usually free with his emotions in front of people but right here and now he was begging Nicholas to take his offer. The concern hardened on his face as he heard Nicholas accept his fate, accept that he was dying. Fuck that! Ryanne getting up in his face and ranting at him did not help his agitated state.

"Now listen up, mate. I have no idea who you are and where you get off at insulting me but I will not tolerate it. At the risk of sounding cliche, you do not know me, so therefore there is no way in Hell that you should be judging me? Got it, Red?"
He almost growled in a feral manner as she did this. He hated it when people got close to him, he felt Hyde’s influence much deeper when people did that and he had to hold himself off. None the less, as she walked away it took it’s toll on him, and he turned back to the vampire, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Screw It Nicholas! I don’t Care if you’ve accepted this! I haven’t! ”

Anger seeped through his concern now as he tore his wrist from his grip but didn’t allow him to fall, he held onto him for dear life as he watched the way Nicholas’ eyes were beginning to roll and flutter. He was rapidly running out of time, like cyanide coursing through human blood and destroying the host. All his pain, all the damage Victor had inflicted on him was not even registering in his mind, he’d all but forgotten his nose was broken and he was quite badly bruised. None of that mattered right now, nothing else did except that he saved the vampire.

He frowned as Ry called him ‘red’ for a second time, how original. His blue eyes locked on her as she began to lit off things that he had apparently forgotten and he shook his head softly, keeping his body firmly under Nic’s to keep him up right as he spoke back to her, his tone dead serious.

“I have not forgotten that I will not survive it. Not at all.”

Self sacrifice something he was clearly willing to make for Nicholas. Drastic, dramatic, but true. He did not offer things lightly and when he said he would, he would, and he’d tried to prove it too. Despite the fact Nicholas did not want him too. Alike Nicholas, Henry had trouble with people, because people did not understand nor were they usually resilient enough, and he feared to hurt people who did not deserve it. Nicholas could best him in a fight, he knew that, and that made their friendship a possible one.

He forced himself to ignore Victors wincing and snide comments, because the more he listened to him the more he wanted it out with him. He’d likely tear the man’s head off with his bare hands if he felt he could walk away from it without the guilt. Henry too was a hunter, and he had to understand that Nicholas had gotten the same reception from him when they’d first met. He might have killed him in that alley if it were not for Sully’s actions. He had been no better in the beginning. But he was now and that counted for something!

"I have a proposition. For the minute we call a truce. We need to go back to someone's place and get him comfortable and then we need to do a rota system of feeding him because, let's face it. There is no way that you can save him and not kill yourself."

He turned his head to look at her, and then to Victor as he agreed to it. His eyebrow arched as he looked over Vic now, wondering about him and how quickly he’d had his change of heart. Then he noticed his own display of affection towards Nicholas and swallowed. He didn’t like that people had just seen that, didn’t like that Nicholas had seen it either. Holding him up with one hand he opened his jacket inside pocket and pulled out a thin shatter resistant vial. Flicking the lid up he carefully poured it on his open wrist. The green liquid fizzed slightly and he winced as it bubbled in the wound. A second or two later he wiped the froth that had gathered there off, revealing un-harmed flesh where the slit had been. He re-pocketed the potion quickly before turning to Nicholas and hoisting him up a little. Not as tall but strong enough to hold his weight.

“Come on Nicholas…we need to move. A motel room or similar. I hate to say it but the female hunter is right, We need to lay you down if we’re going to do this.”

He began helping Nicholas to move, looking between the two other hunters and swallowed weakly.

“…We have a matter of minutes. Dead man’s blood can kill instantly but in his current state, I’d say we have approximately 30 minutes before it starts doing damage I can’t Fix. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll, Help me with this and I’ll owe you both my life!”

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Ryanne Benedict

She was quite surprised when Victor agreed to help without any fuss. So surprised that she immediately became suspicious of his reasons for helping, "Not that I'm not glad you're helping but could you tell me why you're all happy to help, straight after trying to kill him?"

As she was speaking to Victor, she made her way over to the redheaad and helped him support Nicholas. "I don't, know your name sweet but my motel room is just around the corner, literally about three doors down. Non-descript, people keep themselves to themselves. They won't notice us."Her arm slipped around Nicholas' waist and her other moved up so she could take hold of his hand whilst it was wrapped around her shoulders.

She started to direct them towards the mouth of the alley, keeping an eye on Victor as she went. Ryanne was no snob but she could not wait to get out of the alley because it stunk of rotting food and piss. Not that her motel smelt any better, but her room was fine, funnily enough. She turned her head and looked across the vampire's chest and tried to strike up a conversation with the redhead whilst trying to manouvre the vampire as quickly as possible. "So, DR. Jekyll, fancy telling me how you know Mr. Vampire here?"

Ryanne had a thought that he didn't appreciate being questioned but she would rather know more about them as she would be letting them into her room, her safety, to help aid a vampire to recovery.

"And also, don't say things like you owe me your life. I take debts very seriously." She shot the doctor a small smile before turning her attention to Victor and threw him her keys, "Just through that shabby red looking door there. Go in and on the side should be one of my knives pick it up and move it next to the bed. Oh, and maybe prepare the bed for our vampire, here. We'll want him to be as comfortable as possible."

((So, so sorry about the delay. I hope it's okay and if you want me to add anything that I may have missed or improve it, don't hesitate to IM or PM me )

[n]

“What crossfire, I just want you dead Twilight, you’re the blood sucking monster.”

“Colourful. Really,” Nicholas muttered, unable to help the sarcasm. Twilight references, seriously? Not like he hadn’t heard that one before. And, no, for the record, sparkling and glitter did NOT get you laid. Glancing at Victor, his gaze became hardened, what did he have to say to these people to convince them he wasn’t a monster? Sure, he had killed in the beginning, but you try controlling blood lust! It isn’t exactly a smooth trip. “I’m no monster, that much I can assure you. I could be. If I wanted to, I could have been classed as a mass murderer by now...but, after 400 years, why do you think I’m still breathing? I fly under the radar because I don’t kill.”

Until now. He had flown under the radar, not been caught...up to this point. But then, he still hadn’t killed. He had been trying to help, and that was his weakness. Nicholas, ultimately, was destroyed by a desire to prove himself to be something he was not. He clung to his humanity like no tomorrow.


“Nicholas if you don’t drink you die! Understand? And if you die then you leave me!”

This time Nicholas’s gaze moved back to Henry, but it was softer...if a little confused. That was an odd statement. A strange reason to ask him to live. Tilting his head slightly, he gave a weak chuckle, “And if you die, you leave me. Not happening darlin', I won’t have that on my conscience.”

“Screw It Nicholas! I don’t Care if you’ve accepted this! I haven’t! ”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in the man. Moments ago he had been begging him, now he seemed to have some sort of anger deep down. It was odd. Nicholas let him tear his wrist back, staggering slightly with it, but Henry didn’t let him go. He put slightly more weight against the man, weakening by every second. Talking cost him more energy, but he wasn’t stopping anytime soon, “...you would really risk your life to save me?” he mumbled quietly, his eyes half closed again, before he forced them open, “...I really don’t know what to say to that. Thank you” Thank you wouldn’t cover it. There was an overwhelming gratefulness, appreciation and respect in how he said those words. Like Henry, he didn’t care what either Ry or Vic said about them. He did feel close to Henry, more so than before right now.

Watching Henry re-heal his wrist, Nicholas didn’t blink. He wasn’t surprised. On their first meeting, he had seen this man summon fire...at least that’s what he assumed it was. He knew Henry wasn’t human, which was why things worked. Nicholas could get close to the other man without fear of death. Usually Nicholas distanced himself for that very reason – people left him, and he had to deal with the funerals.

“Come on Nicholas…we need to move. A motel room or similar. I hate to say it but the female hunter is right, We need to lay you down if we’re going to do this.”

Nicholas nodded slightly, but didn’t respond verbally. It was wearying him too much. Instead, he focussed on moving, trying to move without putting his weight on either Henry or Ry as she came to help him. He had a lot of pride in him still, and it bugged him he couldn’t just walk away from this. He followed their direction, glad it wasn’t too much of a far walk.

“Thank you Ryanne...Victor,” he nodded to them both – yes, he gritted his teeth and thanked Victor too, despite the fact the man had tried to kill him. Fact of the matter was, he recognised the mistake, and was at least trying to correct it.

"So, DR. Jekyll, fancy telling me how you know Mr. Vampire here?"

Nicholas smirked slightly, glancing at Henry for his answer. Their first meeting had at least been eventful, along with the events that had followed.

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“Animals survive.” It was all Victor had to say on the subject of the 400 years alive. Animals ate, they bred and they died. The natural order of things. But animals like this, at least, the ones that killed, should be kept from surviving, should be killed, no matter how human they seem to be. Animal is an animal.

So they seemed to be close, cute. Victor didn’t know if they were close like that or not, it wasn’t his business, and he honestly didn’t give a damn. Vampire blood sucker and a vampire sympathizer, maybe even a wannnabe. Victor had a much skewed view of creatures, if it wasn’t human, kill it. If it was human, but might turn into a creature, kill it as an act of mercy. And if it was human and just…wanted to be inhuman for some god forsaken reason, get them some help, any help. Humans weren’t infallible though, they could do evil too, but monsters, they weren’t public officials and killing them didn’t really warrant police attention unless they looked like a normal human. Which was…vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, those kinda of things.

Did he just? This doctor did not just heal those cuts in an inhuman time span. Yea gonna be more careful of this guy too, more so than he was before. Victor eyed them both. Interesting pair that’s for sure. Might have to call Bobby and tell him about this one. Heh, a vegetarian vampire? Old hunter would get a kick outta that one.

“I’d offer where I’m staying butt hat happens to be my car.” His car would not be a suitable place to feed a blood sucker. He wasn’t incredibly fond of this idea of saving one. He would be more than willing if he had been human, but Nick seems different enough he would give him a shot, but just one.

“Don’t thank me yet, if this doesn’t work, I’ve killed ya, if I hear you’ve attacked someone, I’ll find you and kill ya.” His voice unwavering in its casual tone. He really would not shed a tear should Nicholas die, and if he lives but kills someone Victor really would track him down and feed him to a wood chipper, head first. That would be a fun scene to leave for the public. A stump for a neck, a shredded mess with teeth, bone and other gross flesh matter shot out of the chute that disposed of the chipped wood, or in this case, vampire head.

“So you’re kinda like the odd couple of freaks?” he jested as the little foursome continued on their way. Victor’s coat dragged behind him as the top lead the bottom of it in his direction. He boots made a cluck thud on the sidewalk. ‘Non-descript town, non-descript hotel room, two hunters a vampire and something else. You couldn’t write this stuff.’ The hunter thought to himself. His hair bristled when he ran his right hand through it once. Ry volunteering to help the vampire? Was it because she saw the whole, good guy, Vanilla Blade thing? Ha, Vanilla Blade, Vic was gonna have to use that one.

Ryanne tossed Vic her room keys and instructed him on what to do. He opened the red door, looking at it think anti-Hilton. That’s really how Vic would describe it. He saw the knife off to the side of the door, picked it up and moved it next to the bed, which had not been made. He gave her a look when she suggested he make the bed.

“Do I look like a made to you Ry?” He clearly disapproved of the idea. He laid the knife on the dresser next to the bed. He didn’t care about Nick being comfortable, he just needed the life blood from their veins and he’d be alright.

[henryjekyll]

“...you would really risk your life to save me?”

By the one true god, Henry was in no mood to be answering stupid questions. If slitting his wrists and making Nicholas drink it wasn’t an indication of that considering Henry could still die of blood loss, then nothing was going to prove that statement to the blood sucker. Still, the subtle thank you that followed was comforting, but not needed. His previous comment concerning ‘leaving Nic’ if he died had made Henry frown a little more. Those fired sentences at each other were somewhat romantic, but in a manner that would even make the most cliché-ignorant person in the world cringe. Henry included.

"I don't, know your name sweet but my motel room is just around the corner, literally about three doors down. Non-descript, people keep themselves to themselves. They won't notice us."

As Ryanne moved to help steady Nicholas with him, it flared a much more appreciative respect of her. Not only was she offering help, she was actively aiding him. Nicholas was something special to him and that much showed, and Ryanne seemed to pick up on that. A subtle edge of tension left him but he by no means relaxed yet. Nicholas’ condition was deteriorating rapidly and Henry knew better than anyone here that when a condition picked up his pace, the host was dying.

I’d offer where I’m staying but that happens to be my car.”

And let’s not forget, Frankly Henry didn’t much like Victor right now and placing the vampire in the hunter’s car wasn’t exactly on his to-do list. He didn’t want Nicholas in a position where the hunter could finish the job. He didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him and that was actually fairly far in truth. Well, Edward could, anyway. He narrowed his eyes a little at Victor a moment as he and Ryanne aided Nicholas to walk towards the exit of the Ally. In all truth he didn’t much like it down here either, it DID smell of piss and decay and with Henry’s slightly heightened senses due to Hyde, it was even more foul. He wondered How Nicholas had managed to stand it down here.

“Thank you Ryanne...Victor,”

Uh! Please…Victor could go to hell for all Henry cared right now, and hearing Nicholas thank him was as good as a kick to the groin for Henry. Why thank the bastard? Fact remained that Victor was the reason this was occurring. Okay, henry had to own to the fact Victor was helping, ish…But he was still the cause, the root of the situation’s problem and Henry, should Nicholas die, Would find great personal pleasure in tearing Victor limb from limb, slowly. Yes, He was vengeful, and he was bloody nasty with it when he was upset. Perhaps his sadism was a direct effect from his lack of sex? Perhaps it was because he found little pleasure in any other aspect of his life. He directly ignored the comment about them being a couple of freaks from Victor, because besides the fact it would spark up further anger and risk Hyde, Ryanne had addressed him again.

"So, DR. Jekyll, fancy telling me how you know Mr. Vampire here? And also, don't say things like you owe me your life. I take debts very seriously."

Henry smiled weakly. He didn’t say it lightly.

“I’ve worked with him before. Funnily enough our first encounter had been about as prejudice as this one. I was no better than victor on my opinion of vampire, until this one. He is, frankly, special to me.”

It sounded so gay but then if you knew Henry, you knew that was no surprise. More importantly, with his emotions, adrenaline and heart beat running high with the intensity of the moment, even the weakening vampire might pick up on something in him, chemical, bpm, who knew what he’d pick up on but it was there. Henry didn’t easily bond but he had done here, he’d let his guard down enough and actually cared for the vampire. Victor was likely right to suspect Henry harboured romantic attachment but no, that was not what these two were. They were friends, they were companions, but as of yet neither of them had indicated anything further, besides Henry’s display of self sacrifice. He felt a little embarrassed to his own words, and was thankful for the interjection as Ryanne and Victor prepared for what would no doubt be a painful experience for all of them.

“The bed being made doesn’t much matter.”

Once inside the room, with the door closed, Henry briefly let go of Nicholas, leaving him on Ryanne and simply pushed the sheets off the bed, leaving only the pillow on there and then turned, aiding Nicholas to lay down on the mattress. His caring manner in which he guided the vampire onto the bed would, had situations been different, looked more like a romance scene than anything. He was a doctor though and anyone who knew that could chalk his caring mannerism up to his professionalism. His eyes then glanced over the knife Victor had fetched at demand. God this was going to hurt. He braced his nerves.

“…Decide who does this first. I have no quibble with it being me, but we need an order and we need it quickly. He doesn’t have much time and he needs a good amount of blood if he’s going to recover. None of us are going to avoid the dizzy-stage of blood loss here.”

Even with what recovering magic Henry knew, He couldn't simply magic this away with alchemy. Only human blood combated this kind of poison in vampires, that he knew of anyway, although once this was done Henry would at least be able to ease Victor and Ryanne's pain with his...talents.