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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 11, 2009 14:46:44 GMT -4
Emory wasn't too sure why the boy was getting so worked up over their bickering. He and Sam always bickered. Sure tonight it seemed to be bothering Charles more than normal but why was Matthew supposedly suffering from it? These were the things he asked himself as the fighting stopped and the checking on the human began.
Samantha had never told him the full story on Matt's past. He just knew the kid had been in foster care and had run away. All he knew about the care system was what he saw on the human TV. It didn't seem ideal but what could make him freak out over shouting? His old fosters used to shout?
Shaking his head he started down the hall. One way to find out.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 11, 2009 15:44:51 GMT -4
Sam hated herself. How could she have been stupid enough to have a stupid, loud argument with Emory, in the goddamn hallway where even a sleeping human could here them. What's more a sleeping human with PTSD because his asshole of a foster father beat and murdered his foster mother. Well done Sam, way to take care of the human.
Deciding to yell at herself later, on her own time, Sam headed down the hall towards Matt's room, the smell of fear increasing as she got nearer. Resisting the urge to hit herself in the forehead... and then resisting the urge to hit Emory in the back of the head... Sam pushed open the door to Matt's room as carefully as she could.
"Matt?" she called softly. "Are you okay?" Yes, Sam, because stupid questions always make people feel better.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 13, 2009 15:53:45 GMT -4
Emory watched as Sam went into the room first. "Matt? Are you okay?" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. He's just peachy Sam," he said before he could stop himself. Whoops. Sighing he held up a hand as if in apology and walked over to the bed.
It was hard to spot the smaller human at first. He seemed to have burrowed himself under the covers. A frown was upon his face. "Hey," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey kid."
When Matt didn't respond Emory leaned over to shake him.
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 14, 2009 0:10:18 GMT -4
Yelling.
They were always yelling. Before the fights had been less obvious, quieter. But the longer he stayed the louder they seemed to get over time. Normally it was only Dick's voice that was raised. In his sleep however he caught the lighter tones of a female. Molly?
The shouting stopped and the door seemed to open with a small snap. Footsteps approached and Matt burrowed further into the covers. It was as if he couldn't be seen he wasn't there. "hey."
He was here. He never came into his room. It was off limits.
"Hey kid," he heard the voice say again. A hand reached out and touched his shoulder.
Images of flying across the room fluttered under his eyes. A woman screaming.
"NO," he shouted, sitting up suddenly. The hand that had been under his pillow materialized on Emory's shoulder and he stared at it. A silver knife protruded from the cold skin, his fingers wrapped around it. Matt's eyes widened as he looked from the knife, up the shoulder to look into Emory's face. That's not Dick.
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 14, 2009 0:11:20 GMT -4
It happened so quickly Emory almost didn't register the boy had moved until he felt the warm hand on his shoulder. Looking down he saw Matt looking at him confused. His eyes widened when he saw the knife. It took a moment to realize what had just happened.
When the burning sensation started however there was no doubt. "He fuckin' stabbed me," he said out loud before falling back onto the bed. Deep gasps escaped his mouth as the burning sensation began to spread over his body. The boy had god damned stabbed him!
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 14, 2009 0:35:11 GMT -4
"Yeah. He's just peachy Sam,"
Samantha was rather proud of herself for not snarling at Emory. No more fighting. No matter what Emory did she was going to have to learn to control her anger. Especially if this was the effect it had on Matt. She made to move closer to Matt's bed and gently wake him but, surprisingly enough, Emory beat her to it.
"Hey," she heard him say. Matt was still. Burrowed deep beneath his blankets. "Hey kid."
When Matt still didn't respond, Sam began to get worried. He was just asleep, right? Their shouting couldn't have possibly have done anything that bad could it? She watched as Emory leaned over to shake Matt awake and was about to warn him against doing so, when a loud shout interrupted her.
"NO,"
Matt was sitting up, wide awake, his fingers curled around the handle of a knife that was now protruding from Emory's shoulder.
"Holy crap."
"He fuckin' stabbed me,"
Emory fell back onto the bed, spasming violently and it was all Sam could do not to panic. She grabbed the handle of the knife, still stuck in Emory's shoulder and hissed in pain. Silver. Shit. Of course. She'd given it to Matt for protection in case other vampires came knocking. She hadn't expected this. And, as she glanced at Matt, it was clear he hadn't either.
"Em?" Sam asked, leaning over him worriedly. If she didn't get the silver out soon, she was pretty sure this would not end well. She grabbed a handful of blanket and threw it over the knife before grabbing the handle through the blanket and pulling the knife out as quickly as she dared. Tossing the knife to the ground, Sam pressed her hand hard against the wound. He was a vampire, it hadn't been too long since he'd eaten. He should heal relatively quickly. Right? "Em? Say something, please."
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 14, 2009 1:07:18 GMT -4
Matt continued to stare in confusion and disbelief as Emory simply said, "He fuckin stabbed me." His mouth hung open slightly as he watched Emory begin to twitch on the bed. Pulling his legs away from the seizing body he backed up. "Oh …shit," he said.
A moment later Samantha had rushed to the bed and touched the blade handle. She recoiled at the touch of silver. Before he could reach out and try and remove it himself, before she could do herself any more injury, she had grabbed his comforter and yanked the blade out of the other vampires chest.
Horror was plainly displayed on his face as Sam tried to get a response out of Emory. "Em? Say something, please."
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 14, 2009 1:18:36 GMT -4
A sort of vampire seizure seemed to take over as Emory lay on his back, the knife protruding from his shoulder. At least the boy had missed his heart. He'd thank god he hadn't recommended swordplay when Charles suggested they teach him a hobby later.
He felt a small tug and heard a hiss. "AUGH," he moaned loudly in response. In a flash there was another tug, this time freeing the blade entirely. Emory's body convulsed one last time before falling back down on the bed hard. He felt something pushing on his chest. He tried to concentrate on whatever it was but his vision was getting blurry, which was worrisome.
"Em? Em? Say something, please."
Samantha. She had to be covering the wound. The wound that wouldn't heal. His earlier little snack wasn't enough to help him recover from this encounter of silver. It felt as if all his muscules had tightened as he lay there. No breathe left his lips as his eyes continued to look towards his eyelids.
After a moment he drew a long deep breath before gasping. A hiss of pain escaped his mouth.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 14, 2009 1:27:40 GMT -4
Samantha couldn't understand why the wound wasn't healing. He'd fed... she could smell the blood on his breath... unless he hadn't fed properly and only taken a small amount. Shit.
"Em..." her voice was pleading. It didn't matter how angry he sometimes made her, or how often she wished she could just tear his head off. She didn't want him to die. And she especially didn't want him to die like this. It wasn't Matt's fault of course. Her fault, maybe, but definitely not his. He probably hadn't even been aware of what he was doing.
Finally, Emory drew in a deep breath and gasped, hissing in pain. It was something at least. He was still alive enough to feel. But it wasn't enough, and her hold on her panic was beginning to falter.
"Damnit, Emory, don't you dare."
Charles. She needed Charles. He'd know what to do. She couldn't send Matt for him though, he wasn't in much of a condition to do anything. Shit. "Charles," she called quietly. Where had her voice gone? "Charles!"
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 27, 2009 2:47:50 GMT -4
Charles had stayed in the hallway as his children had rushed off to tend to the boy. He heard the door open and a tired smile crossed his face as he turned to go back to his room. His work here was finished. Now perhaps he could get a bit of peace in this place; It seemed to be a thing to be treasured as of late.
His small amount of joy was cut short however when he reached his own room. "Charles."
Turning his head he recognized Samantha's voice and frowned. "Charles," he heard a bit louder. It was obvious his hearing had picked up on the distant words. But why was she calling him? Then he felt it. With a snarl he flew through the halls to Matt's room. The already partially open door was thrown wide as he entered. He tensed in the doorway as he took in the sight before him. Samantha was leaning over what looked like Emory as Matt sat at his headboard looking scared out of his wits. After a moment the scent of blood filled his senses and he took a deep breath.
"What happened," he snapped, appearing next to Samantha. He saw the boy flinch out of the corner of his eye. Charles's gaze snapped from the younger male vampire's body to look directly at Matt. He held up a finger to cut Samantha off.
"I repeat. What has happened here. Matthew."
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 27, 2009 2:50:08 GMT -4
Matthew watched in plain horror as Sam tried to get Emory to speak. It was obvious he wasn't healing like he normally would, which frightened Matt. He didn't know if it was from lack of blood or from the fact the knife had been silver; either way he felt terrible.
"Em…Emory," he said, leaning forward slightly before sitting back again. "I am so sorry," he said quietly.
He listened as Sam seemed to mutter her sire's name. Suddenly the door was thrown open and Charles appeared. If the situation had been any less dire he would have found it comically magical. "What happened," he heard the eldest speak. At his voice Matt inched closer to the headboard. He was done for. Charles had promised he could stay around if he didn't cause trouble. If he wasn't mistaken, stabbing a housemate with a silver knife that was very hazardous to ones health was not a way of staying out of trouble.
As Samantha began to answer Charles held up a hand, silencing her. Matt locked eyes with his elder. "I repeat," he said. "What has happened here Matthew."
His eyes grew wide as he held his gaze, unable to look away. It was as if he already knew. He never called Matt by his full name unless he was angry with him. Normally he just called him boy.
Closing his eyes he tried to find his voice. "I…."
Opening them he saw Charles still staring at him. "I stabbed him sir," he said. The look in the other's eyes was enough to kill someone. "I'm sorry," he said, starting to shake slightly. "It was an accident." His gaze fell to the sheets then to Emory's contorted face. "I am so sorry Emory," he said again. Tears started to well up in his eyes.
By this point in life Matthew had learned how to keep his tears to himself. Looking at Emory in pain however the blockade broke and they began to poor. There were two lives on the line now. Both possibly left in Charles's hands.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 27, 2009 3:22:18 GMT -4
Sam thought she was going to scream. Emory wasn't healing, not even a little bit. Which meant that he could be dying. But Emory couldn't be dying. Because... well... he just couldn't be. He was Emory. Emory had always been around... he couldn't just die. Sam thought she felt tears pricking behind her eyes but she forced them back. Now was not the time.
The door behind her was thrown open and she felt relief wash over her. Charles would fix everything. Even the anger she could feel radiating off him, though enough to terrify her, was not enough to curb her relief.
"What happened,"
Sam, afraid to take her eyes off Emory for even a small amount of time, turned slowly to her sire as she began to answer. But he held up a finger to silence her and she pressed her mouth tightly shut, suddenly very afraid of the way he was looking at Matt. Charles couldn't possibly be blaming this on him could he? It wasn't his fault.
"I repeat. What has happened here. Matthew."
Swallowing hard, Sam immediately turned her attention to Matt, trying to give him an encouraging smile. To let him know he had nothing to worry about because he wasn't to blame. But Matt's eyes were frozen on Charles. And honestly, she didn't blame him. Charles sounded furious and a smart person wouldn't take their eyes off a furious Charles Moriarty.
She quickly turned her attention as Matt tried to explain what had happened. He didn't look good and his blood was slipping through her fingers. He needed to feed and he needed to do it now. But Charles and Matt seemed a little busy to go into the kitchen and find her bottle of blood, and she was a little tied up herself. Damnit!
"I am so sorry Emory,"
Sam could hear him trying not to cry and she immediately snapped her head to face him, finding that he had failed miserably in the attempt and had tears streaming down his face. She couldn't remember a time when she had seen him cry and she wanted to wrap her arms around him and comfort him and tell him everything was alright. But again, she was a little tied up.
"Matt..." she said softly, having little else to offer. "It'll be okay."
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 28, 2009 13:47:15 GMT -4
"I stabbed him sir."
Charles closed his eyes and took in a long breath. "I'm sorry." He let it out just as slowly.
"It was an accident."
"I know," he replied, sounding calmer.
Charles watched as Matthew apologized to Emory repeatedly and Samantha tried to comfort both of the younger men. "Alright," he announced. "Matthew. you are going to help heal him."
Turning he looked at Samantha. "Trade places with him. He'll keep pressure while you go to the kitchen and prepare some blood."
He knew she might hesitate so he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"It will be fine," he said as he looked Matthew in the eye. "Matthew. Help me save Emory."
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 29, 2009 3:10:26 GMT -4
It was not a pretty sight, he had to admit. Emory craned his neck to get a better look at his wound. He tried to raise his hand slightly to try and touch it. The pain was too much however, so his struggle stopped. Instead another set of hands found their way to his shoulder. The world was starting to look a little funny as he looked up, trying to focus on the person above him. It had to be Samantha.
He heard the door open and another voice joined the fray. Charles. He caught bits and pieces of the conversation above him. His face turned from side to side, trying to keep up with the words. The word 'sorry' popped up repeatedly as he listened. Matt seemed to be explaining to Charles what had happened. Emory's fingers curled slightly as he tried to move his arm towards Matt to get his attention.
Taking ragged breaths he lifted his good hand up to lay on his chest. "Mah-" he started. "Matt......"
His attempt at attention was stolen by Charles however.
"Matthew. you are going to help heal him."
His eyes closed for a second as he tried to take a slow breath through his mouth. There was no need for him to smell Matthew's pulsing blood while in this state.
"...keep pressure while you go to the kitchen and prepare some blood."
"I...I prom- promise .....I....I ...won't...bite," he managed to get out. His eyes fell on Matthew as he spoke and he tried to crack one of his annoying smiles. He glanced at Samantha. "Pr-promise."
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Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 29, 2009 3:24:11 GMT -4
"Matt..." Sam said softly, "It'll be okay."
He shook his head slightly as he looked down at Emory. Things didn't look like they were going to be okay. They looked like they were going to be bad. Who was he kidding? Things were bad.
"Matthew. you are going to help heal him."
Looking up he watched as Charles began to speak to Sam. "Trade places with him. He'll keep pressure while you go to the kitchen and prepare some blood."
His eyes widened slightly as he listened. He was going to what? Wasn't having a human still in the room dangerous enough let alone moving to sit next to a wounded vampire that needs blood?
"It will be fine," Charles said. 'Good thing someone had a crystal ball to see the future.'
"Matthew. Help me save Emory."
With a nod he steeled himself before getting up to move next to Sam.
"I...I prom- promise .....I....I ...won't...bite," Emory managed to get out with much effort after a moment. His eyes fell on Matthew as he spoke before going to Sam. "Pr-promise."
A ghost of a smile washed over his face before Matthew grabbed a part of the sheet and balled it slightly to cover the wound. "I got it Sam," he said, ready to move into place. Most of the shake from his earlier voice was masked by determination. He would not run away. Not this time.
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