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Post by Carter on May 28, 2009 0:46:11 GMT -4
Carter hadn’t afforded a glance back in Mercy’s direction after he had secured her in place and slipped into the darkness. To be fair he was doing it for her own good; they both didn’t need to die over one mistake and he would rather prefer the vampires didn’t use her as a pawn against him so he had taken care of the problem himself…and if he was lucky he wouldn’t live long enough to hear her bitch. Slipping along the back side of the large plantation house Carter slipped inside through one of the back doors which had remained unlocked…no doubt on purpose but he used it just the same having no real desire to play Spiderman in order to amuse the leeches inside.
Carter had only made it a few steps within the dark confines of the backroom before a sharp pain exploded in the back of his head and the world around him titled slightly before crashing into darkness.
Carter didn’t know how long he had been out but he forced his eyes open through the pounding in his head and was disgusted to feel blood caking the back of his head…and a vampire whore licking the blood off the side of his face.
“Ok that’s fucking gross,” Carter growled his eyes locking on her before he kicked out with his leg and sent her crashing away from him.
“Fucking vampires…”
Carter allowed his eyes to focus on the main cluster of 10 vampires which sat huddled behind a table which sat a few paces in front of him.
“You guys decided to be the Godfather for Halloween then?” Carter asked with a smirk as his eyes glared back at the group of vampires who were no doubt responsible for his current scenario. The vampires remained silent and that was a bit more un-nerving but Carter wasn’t gonna let their silent treatment get to him just yet.
Carter pulled harshly against the binds that held him to the chair he had found himself secured to and after a few forceful yanks he managed to pull himself free of the chair…the fact that they had simply let him was a clear sign that they hadn’t intended to keep him tied up.
“Ok fine so when do you fuckers make me an offer I can’t refuse?” Carter asked brazenly walking over to the table and glaring at the silent vampires.
“You killed one of ours Nephilim.”
Carter glared at the main vampire as it finally decided to talk; but at least they were getting somewhere.
“Cut his fucking head off actually. But then again if you wouldn’t have sent him to babysit then the blood sucker would still be…” Carter’s head snapped back from the force of the blow and fuck if he knew where it had even come from but the next moment he was hacking up a mouthful of blood on to the floor his eyes blazing with anger.
“Feel better now?” Carter asked his voice a low growl as he let his gaze travel over the faces of the 20 vampires who populated the nest and now populated the main room. This was a fight he wouldn’t win but he would go down fighting.
Without out waiting for an answer Carter grabbed the chair which moments again had held him and smashed it upon the floor sending shards of woods scattering everywhere. Grabbing a large chunk of wood Carter slammed it into the heart of the nearest vampire who dissolved into dust a second after he wrenched it out.
Carter was able to take out 5 other vampires before he felt himself slammed ruthlessly against the ground several of his ribs cracking under the pressure of the blow. He fought out wildly but was easily held down by several vampires and it was the burning sense of agony which ripped through him as they set their teeth into his arms and back that made him second guess himself as far as leaving Mercy behind.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 28, 2009 0:55:45 GMT -4
Mercy came too with excruciating pain ripping through her head. She groaned loudly and tried to press her hand to her temple to stop the throbbing, only to find she couldn't reach her head as she was handcuffed to the fence. She frowned as she stared at her cuffed wrist and tried to remember what had happened. Carter had told her he'd needed her to do something. She'd agreed and he'd...he...
"Don't hate me in the morning,"
He'd knocked her out. "Mother fucker," she growled, she could feel herself growing angry. Angrier than perhaps she should have been, but that thought didn't even cross her mind. Instead, she allowed the anger to take control which made the pain in her head slowly disappear. She glared at the cuffs, tugging lightly before taking a deep breath and pulling as hard as she could. The chain snapped, leaving her with a nice new cuff bracelet. She shook her wrist but the cuff didn't bother her at all so she chose to ignore it. She'd deal with it later. First she had to find Carter. And then, if the vampires hadn't already beaten her to it, she was going to rip his fucking throat out.
Mercy made her way determinedly towards the nest, somewhere in the back of her mind something was telling her she needed a better plan than walk in the front door but she ignored it. She was far too pissed off to think straight. She kicked the doors open and took in the scene before her. Carter was being held down by several vampires, they're teeth in him. There was a lot of blood. Other vampires were spread out inside the plantation. They all paused when she entered and looked up at her. Mercy shook her head.
"You see, Carter, this is what happens when you knock out your only back up and chain her to a fence," she said, glaring at him.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the vampires to her right charge at her. She waited half a moment, not turning her head, allowing him to get close before raising her arm, catching him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. "Not now, Rat Features, I'm talking," she said calmly, allowing only her hand to change so that is was no longer fingers gripping his throat but claws. Sharp, strong claws. She squeezed her clawed hand tightly until she had a firm grip on his trachea and pulled out sharply, removing most of his throat and allowing him to fall to the ground. "Now," she said cheerfully. "Where was I?"
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Post by Carter on May 28, 2009 1:33:10 GMT -4
Carter had struggeled for several moments trying to force the vampires off of him but as they held their stance and continued to suck the life out of him...literally he felt his fight weakening but he didn't give up and felt midly satisfied when he managed to crack one who had taken to biting his ankle in the face sendign ti reeling away from him. Cart tensed as the vampires around him seemed to be focused on soemthing else for a moment and Carter had learned over the years that it was never good when the creepy things got creepied out.
"You see, Carter, this is what happens when you knock out your only back up and chain her to a fence."
To say Carter was surprised to see Mercy would have been the understatement of the year but he was surprised to see her.
"Good to see you could make it Lassie," Cater replied weakly as he attempted to pull himself away from the vampires but that only caused them to refocus their energy on pinning him down.
Carter stared in disbelief with the other vampires as Mercy literally tore one vampires throat out.
"...Ok that was fucking gross," Carter thought to himself with a grimace and the growls from the vampires around him proved that they weren't pleased with the action either. Carter's attention was pulled from Mercy as he felt the grips of the vampires which had been holding him lessen but he was quickly slammed head first intot he ground the usdden blow literally making him see stars.
The nest leader held Carter in a death grip the older vampires eyes burning towards Mercy with unspoken words and almost in reply to Mercy's actions the vampires tore its teeth into Carter's neck sending torrents of blood cascading down his neck as his body jerked in pain and protest his hands trying deebly to pull the vampire away.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 28, 2009 1:51:16 GMT -4
Mercy's eyes flashed angrily when the vampire tore into Carter's throat. She dropped the bloody trachea onto the ground and flexed her hand. Taking a deep breath, she ran straight towards Carter and the vampires feeding on him. She leaped at them, changing mid jump, and collided with the leader, her teeth sinking into the vampire's throat, all but tearing the head off the shoulders.
When it had stopped moving, she backed away from the body and turned her attention to the remaining vampires. There were still a lot of them left, but they were starting to second guess themselves, now that their leader was out of the picture. A vampire behind her tried to grab her by the scruff of her neck, but she was still wearing the silver charm and the metal burned at the vampires flesh. She kicked out with her hind legs, sending him flying backwards, and growled a warning at the other vampires. They hesitated and she stepped forward, barking loudly, causing all of them to flee.
She turned her attention to Carter, bleeding on the floor and nudged his head lightly with her nose. She moved away a moment and returned, dropping a piece of her torn clothing on him for him to press against the wound ins his neck. She considered turning back into herself but didn't fancy having to walk naked all the way back to the convent. Instead she just sat back on her haunches and watched Carter, she was still pissed at him, but he was in a bad shape, bitching at him could come later.
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Post by Carter on May 28, 2009 2:24:50 GMT -4
The world around Carter had fallen into one filled with blood and pain and chaos the moment the elder vampire had sank its teeth into his neck. He had been through several different things in his life but it was only in that moment had he ever felt the harsh lips of death upon him and Carter would be the first to admitt that it was not a welcomed sensation.
Carter crashed to the ground unceremounsily as Mercy launched herself at the vampire who had been making a midnight snack out of Carter. Laying on his back in a pool of his own blood Carter stared absently up at the ceiling his vision going in and out of focus as he tried to sort the chaos around him.
He wasn't sure when his eyes had slipped shut but it was the cold and wet sensation of something nudging him that brought him into the present and as he stared up at Mercy he would readily admitt he figured she was going to rip his throat out. He was surprised when she returned and dropped a piec eof cloth by him and walked several paces away. Carter fumbeeld with the cloth and finally managed to press it against his neck with a groan of pain as the cloth instantly became drenched in blood.
A million thoughts were running through Carter's mind but he couldn't manage to grasp on to one. Pulling himself up into a sitting psoition Carter immediately regretted the action as blood poured from the many different wounds and his cracked ribs protested at the movement. He was surprised to see that the vampires were gone and he was a bit mroe then grateful since being killed by vampires had quickly moved up to the top of the "No" list.
Thw rold around Carter filtered from clear to fuzzy with every second and he knew the massive amount of blood loss was taking its toll on him but jsut the same he managed to drag / crawl his way to where Mercy stood his eyes locking with hers for a moment.
"You said...you agreed...so you can't...you can't be pissed in the morning...Lassie," Carter muttered not entirely coherent as he passed out at her feet.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 28, 2009 2:45:38 GMT -4
Mercy tilted her head to the side, her ears perking up questioningly as Carter dragged his way towards her. He was covered in blood, almost all of it his and she felt her anger slowly leaver her.
"You said...you agreed...so you can't...you can't be pissed in the morning...Lassie,"
With that, he promptly passed out in front of her. She looked down at him and groaned, although it came out as more of a growl. Shit, she thought, trying to think of something, anything she could do. She looked him over, trying to judge his weight, intentionally overestimating to account for the dead weight, and decided she could handle it. She flattened herself out next to him and dragged him on top of her and, with great difficulty considering her lack of opposable thumbs, fastened his hands around her neck. She stood up, shifted slightly so she was certain he wouldn't fall, and ran as fast as she could back to the convent.
Mercy was exhausted by the time she'd managed to get him onto his bed but she wasn't finished yet. After going into her room to change, dress and grab her first aid kit, she sat next to Carter on his bed, cleaning and bandaging his wounds as best she could. In her worry she managed to convince herself that what had happened to him was her fault, thought how she wasn't sure. She was almost at the point of falling asleep next to him but she held on to consciousness, she couldn't fall asleep, not with Carter bleeding out his freaking neck. She was going through bandages pretty quickly and she was starting to panic. His pulse was already almost non-existent and his breathing was slowing as well. She wrapped her hand in the sterile gauze bandage and pressed it hard against Carter's neck, holding his head still with her other hand.
"Don't you even fucking think about dieing on me," she said angrily.
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Post by Carter on May 28, 2009 3:11:42 GMT -4
Being out of it while bleeding to death was for the most part preferred but as Mercy pressed down upon the deep wound in Carter's neck it sent him crashing back into the world of the not yet dead...all be it unwillingly. Jerking slightly with a shrap groan Carter's eyes opened slightly and struggeled to pull away from the harsh pressure Mercy was applying but didn;t have much strength to do aything but attempt to stau concious.
"Don't you even fucking think about dieing on me."
"Then you need push me...off of you...that way..." Carter licked his lips slightly attempting to find the words he needed.
"That way I don't...die...on you..." he managed to finish with a weak smirk as stared up at mercy for several moments the world fading in and out of conciousness and the pressure in his chest worsening by the moment he knew he would either get better with the help of his powers or he would die without them he was far past any other options.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 28, 2009 3:23:07 GMT -4
Mercy stared down at Carter as he managed a snarky comment. Under normal circumstances she would have hit him but it just made her smile with relief.
"You're not funny," she said though, trying to look stern.
She looked over him and noticed his chest was moving strangely, she slid her hand out from under Carter's head and ran it over his chest lightly, her brow furrowing at the strange lumps she was sure shouldn't be there. She lifted his shirt up and let out a sharp breath. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried. There was bruising over his chest, but it was faint, suggesting his ribs were merely cracked as opposed to broken. But it was still beyond her skill to fix, she just hoped he had enough of his powers to speed up the healing process, if only a little bit.
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Post by Carter on May 28, 2009 3:33:59 GMT -4
"You're right...I'm fucking hysterical," carter replied with a small laugh which quickly became a groan as pain flared through the wound in his neck.
Fucking vampires...
Carter winced abruptly as Mercy ran her hadn over his chest; even her light touch causing pain to rip through him as his ribs bitched in protest. The night had been an epic fail...he was getting that now; fuck the last 24 hours had been an epic fail.
"Told you before...you have an option invite..." Carter muttered his eyes slipping closed as he didn't have the energy he needed to keep them opened as well as attempt to function...not that he was doing a bang up job of either of those at the moment.
Carter forced himself to mvoe slightly attempting to lay on his side as an attempt to lessen the pain in his chest but the movement only made it worse and he resigned himself to lay on his back his face tight with pain as he hissed through several breaths of forced air.
"You don't have to stay...I'll either be ok...or not," Carter whispered his eyes opening and catching Mercy's eyes for a moment before rolling back as he fell unconcious once more.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 28, 2009 3:51:01 GMT -4
"Sorry," Mercy said lamely, seeing Carter wince under her touch.
Mercy watched nervously as Carter tried to move himself into a more comfortable position but only managed to cause himself more pain. She pulled his pillow closer, sliding it under his head so she could have the use of her hand started rummaging through the first aid kit for more bandages.
"You don't have to stay...I'll either be ok...or not,"
And he passed out again. A voice in her head told her to go to bed but she shook it out. 'Not okay' was not an option. She pulled her hand away from his wound slightly and noticed that the bleeding had slowed. She wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing but at the very least it meant he wouldn't be losing much more blood. She bundled up more gauze and pressed against his neck wound, then proceeded to wrap a bandage around his whole neck to hold the gauze on place. Carter was right, she didn't have to say, but she kept freaking out about him dying while she slept comfortably in her bed. But she couldn't stay awake much longer. Eventually, she ended up falling asleep curled up at the end of his bed, drowsily hoping she slept light so she could wake quickly if she needed to.
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Post by Carter on May 29, 2009 0:22:06 GMT -4
There is a difference between being asleep and being unconcioused but it really didn't matter when you were either or. Carter had started off the evening bleeding to death and unconcious but as the evening wore on he slipped into sleep as his body began to accustom itself to the injuries and as his born powers slowly began to filter back to him the smaller bite wounds began to heal themselves. The difference between the grips of the unconcious and sleep lays within the nightmares.
As the first rays of morning shown through Carter had somehow managed to survive the night though it had been anything but easy. He ahd spent the night plagued with nightmares and moments of excruciating pain as his body attempted to right the wrongs it had been put through. The small bites and bruises had been healed over night and the only wounds that remained was the grave one on Carter's necked and the cracked ribs.
Carter forced his eyes open slightly his sight taking in the sight of the world around him; the world that at a point in time he couldn't recall had turned from the vampire nest into his bedroom. Brushing a hand through his sweat soaked hair Carter took notice of the figured curled up and asleep at the end of the bed...it was Mercy. He was pretty sure he owed his life to her but he wouldn't rightly admitt it...not to her anyways.
Carter lay in silence for a time simply looking at Mercy until he grew tired of the silence and decided she needed to wake up. A sly smile crossed his face as a rather evil...by his standards idea crossed his mind. Pushing himself up slightly in the bed and wincing as the pain in his chest flared. This was gonna hurt like a bitch but it would be funny just the same...at least to him. Carter allowed a few gut wrenching hacks/coughs to slip from him that would be loud and desperate enough to catch anyones attention or well it should be he carried on for a few moments getting more desperate before growing extremley still.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 29, 2009 0:59:43 GMT -4
Mercy's sleep was dreamless and empty. She was pulled awake several times in the night by noises from outside but she managed to drift back to sleep quickly each time. Which was a good thing because it was a terrible enough sleep as it was without being woken. What she needed was a long, deep sleep, followed by a long, hot bath, to allow her body to deal with having to change twice in one night. Of course the chances of either of those things happening were slim.
A noise from close by wrenched her awake and she opened her eyes to see Carter coughing so hard she thought he was going to hack up a lung. She started to lift herself up so she could help him, though how she hadn't quite figured out yet, but when he fell still, her eyes widened and she tried hard not to panic.
"Carter?" she asked, scrambling over to him to get a closer look. He wasn't moving. At all. Not even breathing movements. "Jesus Fucking Christ, Carter, wake up," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady. She lowered her ear to his mouth to listen for breathing. Not even a little bit. "Shit, shit, shit," she whispered fiercely. She touched his chest lightly, testing his ribs, they were still cracked but when given the option of broken ribs over death, she was going to go with broken ribs.
She opened his mouth and titled his head back, trying to remember all the steps she'd been taught. "Fuck," she growled before lowering her lips to his and starting CPR.
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Post by Carter on May 29, 2009 1:30:21 GMT -4
Carter did his best to hold completely still as his coughing "fit" got the desired response from Mercy. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his farce up as a strew of curse words fell from the woman as she checked him over frantically. Carter attempted not to tense as he felt her fingers search over his chest the light touch irritating his cracked ribs but not enough to get a response from him...yet.
Carter couldn't get a better response from Mercy if he had paid for it. Carter couldn;t help but allow a smirk to cross his face as he felt Mercy's lips upon him in a desperate attempt to perform CPR.
Slipping a hand along her neck Carter pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply in return to her attempt to "save" his life.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 29, 2009 1:49:06 GMT -4
Mercy thought she'd imagined Carter lips turning up in a smirk but when she felt his hand on the back of her neck, she knew she'd been played. Her eyes widened angrily when he pulled her closer and kissed her and she thought for a moment about what to do. She could push back and slap him, but where was the fun in that?
Instead, she kissed him back, allowing her hand to travel slowly away from his face until it was hovering slightly over his chest. She waited a moment before pushing down hard on his cracked ribs, using his chest as a support as she pushed herself up, glaring at him.
"You're a fucking asshole," she growled. "That was not funny. I nearly had a fucking heart attack."
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Post by Carter on May 29, 2009 2:02:28 GMT -4
Carter deepend the kiss as he felt Mercy surprisingly kiss him back. That had not been the reaction he had been expecting but it was a more then welcomed one. He allowed himself to kiss her back now fully since apprently she wasn;t as pissed off as he had thought she would be; either that or he had caused her to lose her mind...either one he could work with at the moment. What Carter hadn't expected was the sudden pain which snapped through his chest at an alarming and consuming rate. Curling himself away from Mercy who had decided to use him as a fucking step stole Carter attempted to stifle a groan as he curled an arm protectively across his chest his breathing labored as his eyes latched on to hers with a glare.
"And you're a fucking bitch," Carter managed to snap back at her as he attempted to shift himself up on the bed the pain ripping through his chest impeding any sort of success he was planning to have in that matter.
"God damnit," Carter muttered over a groan as he managed to curl on to his side his eyes clenched shut for a moment as he attempted to sort the new flow of pain.
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