I could almost kiss the stars ★ Dane

[Thaila Papillion]

Fuck! Why did she have to be so unsteady on her feet?? Her entire life she'd been naturally clumsy! She couldn't walk from one side of the hall to the other without bumping into the wall three or four times on her way. Hell even Oregon was used to Thaila bumping into things and falling on her ass. But this was a hard sweep to the legs. You'd need the best balance in the world to have stayed up through that! It felt like she was going in slow motion and her legs flew from underneath her and her body fell to the floor. From that moment, everything felt so surreal. Her weapon left her hands and flew across the room. She hit the floor so hard, it knocked the wind out of her and she didn't have time to even catch her breath before his foot collided with her stomach.

Everything stopped. All her senses died as the fear set in! She couldn't see anything (not that she could have with her eyes clenched so tightly shut), hear anything and the previous wave of blood that had been flooding her nostrils had quickly dissipated. This couldn't be it. She'd been doing so well. She couldn't lose it. Not now. She wasn't even bothered about the fight. She should have listened to Oregon. This couldn't be happening. She knew how fatal something like that could be to a baby. The baby wasn't like her, it had a heartbeat to prove that fact, and she wasn't sure if it had enough of Oregon in it to keep it alive. She thought this was her fight, she thought she had to protect her family, but she couldn't help but feel she'd just destroyed it.

Thaila was praying silently, praying to a god she wasn't sure existed or if she believed in, a god that probably couldn't hear her or even cared, but she prayed. She told him she'd do anything, she told him she'd make sure she was the best Mom, the best girlfriend and the best daughter. She swore she'd never do anything bad again. She knew she'd done wrong. She told him she'd lost too much already. She told him she couldn't do this. If he took this away he was taking away the part of her heart that made it okay to get through another day. Her son and his dad were the only reason she breathed.

Her silent prayer became a sequence of pleases. Pleases that soon transpired into words. Gentle whispers of the word as her body curled up on itself, her hands covering the bump she'd so carefully protected for so long. As she moved her legs she could feel the moisture seeping through her underwear and she shook her head. This couldn't happen. She didn't deserve this! She kept pleading, her eyes dripping tears down onto the floor as she slowly lost consciousness.

[Dane Iain Papillion]

(( notes : Again let me know if this works for you or if I should change it. )) Dane had managed to make her lose her weapon with a swift kick drawing her legs from underneath her and making the weapon slide across the floor, and he laughed at her. Was that her way of being on guard. He kicked her in the stomach hoping she'd lose the happiness she had. She took his arm so he took the next thing near and dear to her. She curled up in pain, and he could smell the blood seeping threw her knickers a sinister and cruel smile graced his lips. "You have no one to blame, but yourself." He laughed at her. He had no pity and no remorse for what he had done. He needed to get himself fixed up, and score some blood. He needed to feed. He needed blood. Her babies smelt good, and only made him hungrier and growled at her. He circled her looking down at her, "What shall I do with you?" He asked seeing if she'd respond, but she was off in her own little world. "So much for your happy ending. Come after me again, and Oregon will indeed be next." He spat at her. He was still shocked she even came at him in the first place. Next time he will be ready seeing as she grew a pair and is no longer the fragile scared princess. She held her ground, he admired that, and she'd be a wonderful weapon if she turned her leaf over to their side, but she never will. Next time she comes, he will be ready for her, and perhaps can force-feed her blood after chaining her up. She had always been a clumsy one so perhaps that had made it easier for him to get her to the ground and smash her hopes and dreams. He was feeling rather good about that right now. Perhaps the old Dane really was dead and gone the one that used to care and take care of her when they were little. He had become some sort of twisted lunatic who was taking pleasure in watching her suffer and bleed. He leaned down, and looked at her she was losing consciousness‘, if she was here when he got back there would be hell to pay and he would indeed keep her locked up again, but he himself was wincing in pain and needed a fix. He leaned in, gave her a quick kiss, and ran off to find some way to fix his issue. He was out for blood. It would be suicide to attack Oregon again right now his blood is bad and he was just recovering from that sickness, and needed some fresh meal on wheels. So there he left her lying in her own blood. The Dane she once knew would be rushing to take care of her, taking her to a hospital and pleading with them to help her, but he was a stone cold monster and feelings besides wanting her for his sick and twisted pleasure seemed to have left the building maybe it was there somewhere in his sick and twisted poisoned heart, but right now that gleam of sweetness was no where to be found. [bg=18161c][atrb=border,0,true]

[Eryk Allewell]

Eryk was not a man who slept often, or for long. It was habit that had been born out of necessity when he had been running from the hunters who had taken out his nest. Sleeping had been dangerous. It was how the vampires that had, at one point, for a small, hectic and maddening period of time been his family, had died. It was habit he had maintained long after he had changed continents, lifestyles, persona’s, and it was the very reason that Eryk was awake now, sitting in the small room he had claimed as a study/library, his thoughts lost deep inside the old volume that lay open in his hand.

Glancing up finally, as he turned the last page of the yellowed volume, Eryk stood and rubbed a hand across his brow, placing the small book back in it’s place on the shelf. Glancing at the clock he arched a brow and moved from the study and instead to the kitchen, flicking the kettle and dishing tea leaves in the recess of a small tea pot. As he worked, making both himself and Thaila a drink, the old vampire, ancient by many younger peoples terms, was worried about the small blonde haired teenager he had recently adopted – whom he was proud to call his daughter.

Sieving the tea leaves, his thoughts cast back over the previous few days, of the time the small family had spent in the hospital as of late, at the beside of the young man he knew to be sleeping just upstairs. Though he was every part the defensive father when it came to protecting his daughters honour, the fact of the matter was that Eryk had grow to like the young man, even if his use of the English language was not always one he found tasteful. Carrying the tea’s upstairs, he rapped gently on the bedroom door before pushing it open, and paused, startled, when he did not find two blondes within the room, but one, silent and sleeping in the small bed. Placing the tea’s on the side table, Eryk swiftly checked the room, and upon finding it empty, every other room in the apartment. It was a process that did not take the vampire long, given the speed at which he could move, and it was only a moment before the vampire was at the front door, Fang lifting to his feet behind him, to follow his pack alpha.

Perhaps it was the unlikely bond between the two, but a single look sent the large black wolf up the stairs and into Thailas bedroom , laying at the foot of the bed. The wolf often slept in there, at the base of the cot in the corner. By the time the wolf had laid it’s great head on its paws, Eryk was gone, following the scent of his daughter.

As he followed, Ice gripped the vampires still heart, the cold hand of dread tracing itself over his spine and settling like a serpent in his gut, gnawing away at his belly. Cold realisation had begun to sweep over him since he had found her bedroom void of her, and as he followed her footsteps all thoughts that the young vampire had left simply for milk were pushed aside and lost to the void of a man who had lived for far too long, whose eyes had seen far too much, and whose mind was far too cluttered to delay for trivial moments on thoughts that no longer belonged there. She had gone after Dane... and Eryk ran faster than he had ever before.
It did not take him long to reach the old house where he had first met the troubled young man, and where once he had stood and rapped delicately on the wooden frame of the door, now he pulled it from its hinges, flinging the wood clear across the garden. The vampires face was a mask of coldness and no hint at the anger that burned ice hot beneath his skin. If Dane had hurt Thaila, then there would be no hiding from his anger. He was old. And with his age came strength – many often forgot that a fighter lay beneath the man’s gentleman like exterior, that a murderer, capable of cold blooded murder, who had killed more people in his years than the most accomplished serial killer by far dwelled just under the surface.

The smell of blood hit Eryk like walking into a wall. It caused the vampire to roar at the familiarity in the scents, racing through the houses halls until he found her. The vision of his daughter, bleeding and unconscious on the floor caused the vampires heart to shatter. Any other man would have fallen then, but Eryk was not a normal man. He was a man of composure, born during the time where showing emotion was a weakness, but that did not the wetness that appeared on his cheeks and he knelt next to her.

Quickly, Eryks hands ran over her side, assessing, finding where she was hurt, and a soft choked noise left his throat without his bidding as he realised. Biting it back, he slipped his hands beneath her and gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. ”it’s okay little one, Papa is here” he whispered to her, as he started from the houses bloodied halls.

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