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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Eachann Christie: Eachann's phone went off and he rolled over with a grunt. It was still dark out and as he reached out to the other side of the bed, he found she wasn't there and that made him frown. His hand flailed about until it finally found his jeans on the floor - though only after his stretching had made him slide from the bed with a thump as he landed on the floor. "Fecking hell! Who in they're right FECKING minds calls at this bloody hoor?" He grunted and grumped as his hand fished in the pockets of his jeans and came out triumphantly with the phone. He didn't recognise the number, but pressed and answered with a grunt. "Aye? Whit ye whant?" He listened and then went wide eyed. "Whoa. Repeat!" He listened again, suddenly wide awake and nodding. "Aye. Ahll be theyr." He rolled to his feet and began to put on his clothes hastily, even managing to put his T on inside out in the dark. The sockless and shoes half on, he hurried out and to the hospital - where he'd just been told his little sub was.

Dominique: This one was worth the trip with the lights and the squealing sirens. It started out as a simple swipe of her blade to say, "I know who you are and more importantly what you are" at the man who really had no idea what she was either. But he soon found out as she took her master blade from her right hip and took a clean swing at him. She didnt cause any real damage but she sure made him aware she was on to him just like the others. She had a mile long list thanks to Jason who had accumulated such a mass amount of vampire identifications that she was sure they could be collectively brought together and fill a catalog that would rival the New York City White Pages. Jacob Regan caught her eye and before all was said and done she caught his on the end of her blade. Several parts of him were now missing just like her precious paladin blood. It was flowing down off the gurney yet again as alarms from monitors chimed in while the ambulance took a sharp right and sped into the drive up of the emergency receiving unit. "Female. Critical. MOve it." The words went through her head but faded as did her conciousness.

Eachann Christie: He slobbed through the streets with great big yawns. All he knew was that she'd been taken to the hospital in a critical condition an hour before he'd got the call. They'd found his number in her phone as the emergency contact - just as she was in his as the same - and so called him to let him know she was there. He had no idea how long it took to get there or even how he got there. He was still half asleep after all, but regardless - he found himself pushing open the doors and asking for her at the reception desk, having to switch on the charm to get around the sour faced thing at the front desk. Now, he was waiting for someone to get him and take him to her - though he still didn't know if it were her body he'd be viewing or what.

Dominique: "I have seen her before. Jesus. She was in here a couple weeks ago in about the same shape." The second year intern pulled off the warming blankets and started cutting her jeans free from her bloody legs.She had seen the endless tattoos before. "This chick has some serious enemies or a death wish." The material was wadded up and tossed with ease into the hazardous waste container behind the gowned and gloved nurse. "Scrub up. We are going in again." The gurney was pulled down the operating room corrider while the sounds of sealed paper and plastic hissed at being compromised as new tubing was pulled out and the IV bags were hooked up on the run. "Any family or emergency contacts called to get here? Need someone in case her luck has finally ran out. Last time I offered her the advanced directive paperwork she told me to shove it up my ***." The nurse pulled the stopper of the end and fed the port and opened the flow of the intravenous fluid. "I got it before she left last time. Someone was called. Sounds like he is in route now."

Eachann Christie: Finally some bloke came for him and led him into a single room with beeping machines and a bed, complete with a bandaged woman in the middle of the bed seemingly asleep. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head, hurriedly wiping it from his face as the guy leading him in turned around. The guy explained a few things and Eachann signed the paperwork for the health insurance he'd placed on them both so that they both got the best treatment and private rooms. He wasn't going to have a repeat of the farce last time. Then chasing away the man, he sat himself on the bed beside her and took her hand gently, whispering to her. "C'mon me peerie sub. Wakie wakie!" He knew there was one thing that would wake her up, get her blood running. And it was calling her his little sub.

Dominique: Her head was thick with drug induced fog. The chemicals racing through her veins would soon wear off and she would feel that pain she had learned to embrace like smoker did their nicotine fix. A lift of her inked cover 'HOPE' hand to try and brush at the other that was suddenly caught between something warm, perhaps it was two warm things. She heard the familiar voice growing louder as she surfaced from the sedation. Sub. Sub. Once then twice she heard his voice like a echo. He was going to feel her as soon as she stirred up enough energy to pull him in so close he couldnt get away. He was so far under he skin she doubted she could ever be free of him. "Eachann..." Her voice was so hoarse she nearly choked saying his name.

Eachann Christie: He heard her croaky voice and grinned, reaching for a cup and straw and pushing the straw through her lips so she could take a drink. "Whit huv I fecking telt ye aboot swallowin' frogs Mrs eh?" He chuckled softly, brushing her hair aside with his free hand while her hand he'd been holding was restong on his thigh.

Dominique: Her groggy fingertips curled more on the leg beneath and managed a firm squeeze before she winced at how much it hurt to laugh at his comment. "You have told me a lot of things about swallowing. Not sure if I remember frogs being included." He groaned as the sharp stabbing pain returning to her gut. "You okay?" She pried her eyes open to look over at him.

Eachann Christie: He refused to answer her and frowned, pressing the straw further into her mouth to make her take some water as she hadn't seemed to yet.

Dominique: She sucked on the straw as her eyes grew wide. their warm chocolate hue fixed on him and his expression. "What?" She spoke as the straw popped back out of her mouth.

Eachann Christie: He smiled and set the glass aside and nodded, leaning down to gently kiss her lips. "Aye. Ahm fine. Whit the feck did ye dae this time wumman? Lookit ye!"

Dominique: He always did that. Frowned and it would sucker her into reacting as he wanted. Usually it was to eat or to rest or to...well it worked. The taste of him on her lips remained and she smiled slowly as he pulled back from the kiss. "Dances with wolves. Can call me that now." She was cut off by another spasm this time in her back. "Too long to explain but trust me someone had to carry his *** out of there just like they did mine." She looked down and winced again. "It's merely a flesh wound." A poor delivery of an accent left her lips.

Eachann Christie: He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Flesh wound aye? Ye seen yersel? Tha' ain't nae flesh wound Mrs." He stood up and pulled her blankets from her so he could look at her from head to toe and take in what was wrong.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Dominique: "How attractive, eh?" She rolled her sore and dry eyeballs in their sunken in sockets and looked to a wall as he eyed her patchworked gauze packed form. "How bad is it?"

Eachann Christie: "Ahd still **** ye!" He chuckled and covered her up again, tucking her in and sitting down then lying down, pushing his arm under her head gently and drawing her into a very gentle hug.

Dominique: She had enough strength to slide into his hold and wrap her sore arms around his waist. She nuzzled her face against his chest and inhaled deep then sighed as her cheek cradled in the comfortable spot it always did. "That is kind of you, Eachann."

Eachann Christie: "Aye. Ah ken." He nodded in agreement, kissing the top of her head softly. "Nooo, whit the feck whur ye daein?"

Dominique: "It's a bit of a blur really. I am sure I was trying to prove a point or kill a vampire but guess this is considered a failed attempt." Her head perks up and she looks at him. "I think but I am not sure that I saw a wolf in there somewhere. Or it could be my imagination." She shrugged slow and stiff then settled back in.

Eachann Christie: "Aye, and ye were fecking daein it yersel. Whit, dinnae ye think ahm guid enough tae help?" He asked, the irritation evident in his voice.

Dominique: Her face soured from pain and discovery at what that earleir frown may have been on the mans face she saw. "Say what?" Her forehead became a gathering of furrowed flesh and she scowled at him. "I never said that. Where the hell this coming from?" Her body lifted slightly to look down at him on the bed next to her. "I won't ask someone to fight my own battles. You know that. You are welcome to find your own and I think you have a knack for pissing most off in general rather easily. "

Eachann Christie: He smirked and shook his head. "An' how di ye figure tha' then? Jus' cause I pissed ye aff sae much ye fell intae bed and spread em?" He kissed her head again and shook his head. "Nah. Ye've got tae let me ken whit yer up tae. Especially wi..... tha' lot! Twa er def be'er than ane aye?"

Dominique: "Jacob Regan. Not sure what vermin pod of bloodsuckers he comes from but no one was chasing my *** down after hitting him a couple times before the final show down so I do think he is a loner, maybe some outcast? He was damn fast though. Still foggy on seeing a wolf. It was so dark and happened so quick. Couldn't risk stopping to take a second look. As for spreading 'em how bout I break yours if you dont show more respect?"

Eachann Christie: "Pffft! Mebbe ahd take tha seriously if ye wereni lying there like a damn mummy! Weeeeellll" He grinned and lifted his bag, showing her the arm inside of it. "Ah took a trophy frae ane oh they buggers that got me aefter that **** sucked me!"

Dominique: She was listening to him comment in his trademark smart *** way on what a mess she currently was until lifted up a bag that when he opened it nearly made her fall off the side of the bed. "What the ****?!" He went on explaining then her eyes widened and she summoned all the strength she had and smacked him hard as she could across the face. "You son of a *****!" She pushed at his chest hoping to knock him flat on his *** as she rose up. "You are getting sucked off by the fanged freaks now then bringing their arms home like a junkyard dog does a bone hoping to get praise from me?" If she was groggy before she was on fire alert now. "I am done." she was painfully trying to climb out of the bed. "After having one suck you off you can sure bet you arent coming near me with it."

Eachann Christie: He'd slipped off the bed when she'd moved and was currently sitting there guffawing, loudly. "Dinnae be sae fecking stupit wumman!" He couldn't stop from laughing, it was just so ludicrous. "Why wud I put mah todger anywhur near summit wi fangs? Feckin hell ye've got sum funny ideas!" He finally managed to stop laughing as he got up and pushed her back into the bed and tucked her in, ignoring any complaints or protests. "Noo, think ae it. Hauw er they gettin mah blood oot mah body? They sook it oot - right?" He just shook his head and got back onto the bed, feeling it was where he was entitled to be.

Dominique: She was still feeling the burn on her ears that was remaining when he sounded like he was getting lip service from the wild things. She narrowed her eyes and wiggled over in the bed to make room for him knowing he would be climbing back in. "When you say 'that **** sucked me' it is saying you got a ..." she paused and palmed her face. "Never mind." She slid down and sighed.

Eachann Christie: "Noo. If tha' hud happened - ah'd say she blew me. Ya numpty!" He fussed and grumbled, spooning her with an arm draped around her stomach. "Ye need tae stohp thinking ahm gointae side wi they fings!"

Dominique: She was already heavy in thought as she wiggled back and fitted into him. "Eachann..." Her fingers curled over his and pressed it against her bandaged belly. "Do you think some of that blood they give us in the emergency room is vampire blood? Im starting to not trust anything anymore."

Eachann Christie: He was silent in thought for a few minutes, just letting his knuckles stroke against her stomach through the gown. "Weill.... wud explain hauw we survive some oh the shite they dae tae us. Constant food source aye." His voice quietened as he said the last.

Dominique: She suddenly felt his touch more than she really ever had. It was calming and that was because inside she was beginning to panic. What if she was getting tainted transfusions. She felt more unsure than ever and it made her stomach nauseated.

Eachann Christie: He could feel her tensing at his words and he sighed. Gently he kissed her neck and snuggled close to her, pulling her close. "It's ahrite. We cun use it tae oor advantage right? No like yer growin fangs are ye? Mebbe we shud see ifn we cun find someone bein turned. See hauw it's done?"

Dominique: She nodded once giving what he said thought then stretched an arm back around his neck pulling him gently more into her. "We can feed them a human? Arent we supposed to be protecting them?"

Eachann Christie: "No. We willnae be feedin them owt! Jus'.... I dinnae ken" He sighed and snugged her close.

Dominique: "Perhaps you are right though." She blinked and flipped to face him and regretted it half way through the process as she felt at least two different wounds pull until she lifted up and gingerly completed the roll to face him. "They are growing in numbers quickly. Maybe if we find a way to see what is the whole process of it. We need to know what happens to know how to interrupt or stop it?" Her eyes moved back and forth slowly looking at his own. "I am curious on these blood thieves I have known. I wonder if they know a lot more about what is involved than they ever let on."

Eachann Christie: "Whit's a blood thief?" He asked curiously

Dominique: "From what I gather it was one who has the ability to bite a vamp like a vamp does a human and drinks some of their blood and can aquire some of the vampires powers for a limited time. Not totally sure. I know of one but haven't seen him in ages."

Eachann Christie: "Weel... we defo need ane a them aroond! Think whit we cud learn frae em!"

Dominique: "The question is how do we get one?" She felt the pain of what they could do if pushed. "If you havent noticed I am in a hospital again lucky to be alive. Why haven't they killed us yet?" She was more than curious on his theories.

He didn't have a chance to answer her, because just then a very.... large and rotund nurse popped her head in with a smile to check on Mini. However when she saw him, she scowled and her entire demeanour changed. The door was swung wide open and she stood there with her hands on her hops, looking at the man lying in the bed with Mini, then the voice boomed out.

"SECURITY! Sir, I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing, but you will remove yourself from that woman's bed immediately."

He really didn't feel like arguing again, not after last time, so with a resigned sigh he pressed a kiss to his little Mouse's lips and removed himself from the bed. He walked over to the nurse with an easy gait and a cheeky smile, hands lifted in surrender.

"Aye, ahm gaein, ahm gaein. Mouse... behave yersel and ah'll see ye soon aye?!"

Yeh, the nurse wasn't impressed nor soothed by his immediate removale of himself and that cheeky grin. She, and the two security guards - who'd seemed to emerge from the walls - escorted him to the door and one of them even shoved him out forcibly through the doors. He stumbled and landed on his *** with a scowl having somersaulted and spun to face the doors again. His arm lifted and his hand balled into a fist as he shouted at whoever was behind those reflective screens.

"Dinnae think ye cun keep me oot! Ahll be back tae visit. Just ye wait an...."

It was as far as he got, because fingers wrapped around his wrist and suddenly he was flying through the air and across the street towards the park.

"Whit the hell...."

Was all he managed as he landed with a thump, surrounded by faces he knew and some he didn't. Vampires. He could sense it and it made him leap to his feet and reach for his blade..... that wasn't there.

"Shite!"

The blade plunged into his stomach, spilling his blood and doubling him over in pain while his mind scrambled to try and work out what in the hell he could do or try. Another blade ran him through from the side, joining the first wound in what could only be described as a giant smile across his stomach. He heard a number of shots rattling off, as if from some rapid fire gun - and despite him trying to move and dodge, they had him pretty well pinned down and trapped. The bullets thudded into his torso, knocking him flat onto his back with a grunt and groan.

He was right across the road from a damn hospital, there was a great big gang here, kicking the **** out of him and no-one was noticing? No-one was trying to stop and help him? What ******* backwoods town was this?! While he was lying on the ground, trying to roll over and get up - another shot rang out and he felt it dig right into his groin. Well, that was it. He was getting out of there before these bastards cut off bits of him for who knew what sick purpose. That's what they were. ******* sick. Who drank blood from their own kind - or what was once their own kind? These things were freaks of nature and they needed to die - all of them! However, to be of any use - he couldn't die. Not here and not now!

He dragged himself to his feet and heard a commotion from the hospital. There were people shouting, raised voices, something was going on. He had no idea if these fiends were distracted or not, but he saw his opening and he ran for it. He ran for the hospital and that nurse be damned, because he was going in - visiting hours or not. He barrelled past a group of people chattering inanely and began shouting at the top of his voice for Mini.

"Mouse! MOUSE!! MOUSE!! FECKING HELL MOUSE!! GIT ME A BASTARDING SWORD WOMAN!!"

Then he began searching the area, looking to see where he might have dropped his own one.

10, 22 Micah picked you up and threw you into another location.
10, 22 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Nyla !
10, 22 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Every !
10, 22 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Nemesis !
10, 22 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Velveteen !
10, 22 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Zoe !

Dominique had really no idea what to think as Eachann's voice caught her attention bringing her to the lobby. She was hitting the hospital gift shop with the coins in her hand and was going to finally treat herself to a real soft drink. One that had her eyes shimmering and her blood flowing faster and preferably with more energy than she had currently. Mouse was being screamed like something was on fire. She picked up her pace as much as her no slip gripper socks would allow her to move. She towed along the IV rack and found Eachann there in the lobby bleeding profusely. Her eyes widened and rant to him and dragged him inside and kicked the door closed. She didn’t bother to ask what the hell happened to him because it was quite apparent. She had seen this type of damage before on her. It was that pack that had chased them down earlier. They were nothing you wanted to run into in a dark alley alone.

“I told you. You can’t be taking them on all by yourself. You didn’t even wait till I could help!” She really could see this becoming a pattern. The signs were easy to read. She didn’t see them at first herself but recognized them in Eachann. He was starting to enjoy what she was not long ago and he chastised her for it. “You are getting hooked on this fighting business. It is an expensive habit. If you haven’t noticed no one is even caring to help!”

After she scanned his moving body she realized he looked like he had a few waiting outside for him. She slid back against the wall and moved her way around to where the doors he just came in were. She leaned her head to see if whatever was still around could be spotted. She could only see a brief show of shadows and nothing more. It wasn’t surprising. This bunch you didn’t have a prayers chance in hell spotting until it was all too late. Her eyes drifted back to Eachann and it was visual proof that this was a situation that called for some serious strategizing. The man was wounded and there was no likely hood if they had started attacking him that they were going to be leaving until they had him on the incoming emergency case list.

“Someone out there wants their parts back, Eachann.” She shook her head and walked back over to him and reached for the first aid kit fixed on the wall.

Dominique wasn’t exactly sure why but it was her first reaction. They were in the hospital lobby, she wearing a hospital band and gown. Already people were getting worked up like they were in search of help or just trying to get out of the way. She started pulling out packages of non stick 4x4’s. Each wound on him seemed to require more. Her colorful fingers reached for the roll of Kerlix and tore the package open. One hand had the roll already spinning open and the other was digging out the paper tape.

“Any idea what the hell we do now?” She tore off the tape and knew it was a futile effort. He needed far more work that could be done in the back. Likely the operating room again. They really were getting to be more trouble than one hospital should see. She spotted something shining on the ground beneath the desk close to her. She retrieved it and handed it over. “There you go. Hope we can find a few more things around here because you are going to need it.”

Mouse was fluttering around him, taking his clothes from him and trying to patch up what she could here and there. The humans around them were staring in pure shock and creating a barricade between them and the hospital staff who had no idea what was going on. Yet.

"Aye, sae why cn ye take 'em ahn yersel ahn I cannae? Huh? If'n ye whant me tae stohp - yer goin tae huff tae asweel. Aye? Then we cun dae 'em in thegither."

He didn't get a chance to answer her when she asked what they did now, because right then some of the vamps who'd been hitting him came in through the door. He found something being pressed to his hand and looked down - his sword. Mouse had found it. He grinned widely...... and charged.
It had been a few days prior that all of this had kicked off. He'd been mobbed by the vampires and had only just escaped by the skin of his teeth. However, he'd made sure that every single face who'd attacked him had been ingrained in his memory. He liked to hold a grudge, and he wasn't one of those who forgave and forgot. Instead, they'd only fuelled his fire and shown him he'd done the right thing to become a Paladin. They all needed to die and be wiped from the face of the earth, and he would find a way to do it.

He'd been returning to that run down old Mausoleum every single day while the sun was up. His sword was in his hand and his power of Kensai activated. He meant business as he searched the nooks and crannies, lashing out at every single face he recognised for what they were. Vampires.

He crept up on the black woman with braids who'd tried to kill him and sliced her throat.
Down in the sewers he found the one who'd fed on him and sliced her face, probably blinding her from the way his sword swept across her eyeball.
The druggy looking blonde he just missed, only her cheek being opened up.
The same again happened when he found that braided girl again in another place.
He crowed happily as the vacant eyed, black haired, goth wannabe lost her arm.

Another day, he found a separate area, that he'd not been before, and found them all milling about within. He wasn't sure who they all were, if they were all vampires or not. So most were left untouched. However, a particular face stood out in the crowd and made him smirk. That blonde druggy found she had a burst of his power aimed in her direction, and he knew that as she screamed the blood in her veins would be drying up. Then he was off and running again. Hopefully they would learn he wasn't to be messed with, wouldn't gang up on him again. He would kill them all, one way or another - but not tonight, tonight he was heading home to rest.

You creep up behind Tameka Vassey, and cleanly cut their throat in one quick motion.
You engage Zelda in melee battle, swinging your sword at them wildly.
As Zelda steps back, surprised, your blade cuts a clean line across their face and blinds them in one eye.
Stepping out of the shadows, you lunge at Nyla with your sword, but they are too fast
for you, and your sword merely scratches their cheek. The wound closes up almost instantly.
Stepping out of the shadows, you lunge at Tameka Vassey with your sword, but they are too fast
for you, and your sword merely scratches their cheek. The wound closes up almost instantly.
Aleczandra turns to face you as you draw your sword and step towards them.
A brief skirmish culminates in your opponent losing an arm to your savage attacks!
The power spread outwards in a blue wave. The undead creature recoiled as the blood in their veins dried up. - Nyla

He lunged at the - under other circumstances, and were she alive - sexy looking vampire and raised his sword high as he leapt. The adrenaline was flowing through him and he was feeling no pain from the wounds he'd already received. He brought the sword down, but she raised her arm in defense which meant his sword cut deeply into her forearm instead of her head as he'd been aiming for. He landed beside her as another one came through the door, and with a spin and a slash, he caught her cheek as she stepped backwards and out of reach. He growled in annoyance and used the humans who were milling about and screaming in terror as shields.

These humans had no idea what was happening in this city, their eyes were closed and they were in denial - and Eachann had no sympathy for any of them. They would make the ultimate sacrifice if needs be, so that he could kill them all before the infestation left this little town and began to spread around the world. The druggy had come in the door now, and as he stepped through the crowd she seemed ready and there was a bit of a struggle, however he couldn't help but stare as he stepped back and saw her arm lying on the ground in front of him. Quickly, he scooped it up and vanished into the crowd again, a manic cackle rising up happily - enjoying spilling the blood of the parasites as he ignored the dizzyness he was feeling.

That glarey eyed brunette was back again, and he was determined not to miss her this time. He snuck around by the vending machines and then stepped from their shadow to bring his blade around and down in an arc. She leant back, but didn't have time to step back this time, and his blade was true as it sliced deeply into her thigh - but didn't cut it off as he'd hoped. He spotted Mouse across the way and hurried to her side, feeling ill - as if something had sucked something from him. He had to liken the feeling to the dementors from Harry Potter, something from deep within him being sucked out, and he stumbled to her side - breathing heavily.

He kissed her quickly, before spotting that sexy one again - then he was on his feet and running low. He jumped up from behind a sofa and tried to stab her in the stomach. But she moved and instead he got her in the arm again. Whatever, she was stabbed, hurt, maimed. Every strike landed was a strike for freedom and against the vampire race. So in his book, every bit of blood he spilled was a win. He was absolutely knackered however, so he made his way back over to his Mouse and sat down panting and groaning in pain. They'd not landed anymore hits on him - but he sure as hell had landed hits on them. However, as he sat there the waves of exhaustion grew more and more intense until he was yawning and almost asleep.

"Ah got theym..... Ah got theym guid likes Mouse!"

And with a silly smile on his face, he passed out.

You slash at Velveteen, and they raise their arm to defend themselves.
Your sword slices deeply along the edge of their forearm.
Stepping out of the shadows, you lunge at Zoe with your sword, but they are too fast
for you, and your sword merely scratches their cheek. The wound closes up almost instantly.
Nyla turns to face you as you draw your sword and step towards them.
A brief skirmish culminates in your opponent losing an arm to your savage attacks!
Stepping out of the shadows, you sweep your sword at Zoe in a downward arc.
Zoe leans back slightly, and the blade skims their head and bites deeply into their leg.
Cypriana (enthralled wraith) drained 1 anima from you!
You charge at Velveteen with your sword, and swipe at their torso.
As they jump back away from your attack, your sword hacks into their upper arm.
Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Micah cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Micah cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.

He had no idea how long he'd been passed out for, but when he came too he was in a hospital bed with stitches and bandages and all sorts on his body. There were people standing around his bed and fussing about, and when he tried to move he found that he'd been restrained and tied down. Did these people not know that there were vampires out there, looking for him and waiting for him? What in the hell were they doing strapping him down like this. Fuckers. He tried to struggle and free himself, tried to shout and rage - but they all just ignored him before giving him a drug and then leaving the room, and him, to it. He stared at the drip and watched the monotonous thing drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping away and every drip meant the drug was getting closer and closer to going into his system. He could feel the panic rising inside of him, because being so helpless there meant that any ******* fanger could just saunter on in and end him there and then.

Luckily for him, his Mouse hadn't been caught and restrained. He could only guess that she'd managed to pass herself off as a patient - which she technically was - who'd been caught up in the fracas. It wasn't long before she'd snuck into his room and released the restraints from him. As soon as his hands were free, he pulled the drip from his arm and hoped and prayed that the drug hadn't gotten into his system too much. He took her by the hand and they ran through the corridors towards the front door, when a wave of tiredness swept over him - quickly followed by another. They were spotted then, just as his hand slipped from hers, but he urged her to go on ahead of him, to peek round the corners and through doors to make sure the coast was clear as they ran - him slower than her.

She pulled ahead of him as he stopped and pulled carts and trolleys, people and shelves into the way of his pursuers. It was only then that he realised he'd been changed into a hospital gown, and his *** was currently hanging out. No wonder quite so many women were screaming as he went by, he was after all - a fine piece of ***! The whole foyer was in disarray when they got there, with people seeing him and recognising him as the violent one who'd been destroying the place and attacking people. The whole place went up again as they saw him, the police running for him, people scrambling to get out of his way, and Mouse holding his arm and trying to drag him towards the door. However, as she got to the door there was a click and then she vanished into thin air. Everything and everyone stopped what they were doing and simply stared at the space that had previously been occupied by a woman - and which was now empty. Until the shock wore off and the screaming once more began, only so much higher and more intensley than before.

Hands grabbed him from behind and hauled him back, but he was still staring at the door and the space where Mouse had just been standing! What in the fuckitty **** had just happened? What new terror did the fangers have up their sleeves to use against them. He had no idea if she'd been vapourised, or if she were in another dimension, or if she'd been shrunk, or if she'd been teleported somewhere - there were just SO MANY options when you were dealing with the fangers and their powers and ingenuity. He turned and began struggling with the police who held him, when behind him he heard the door going. He turned his head back to look at the door and was just in time to see someone sneaking out again. He took it for sneaking, it could just have been walking, but he liked to think of it as sneaking. He managed to wrsetle himself from the men's grips with a quick turn and duck, finishing with a twist that took him right out of his gown to leave him stark bollock naked. He ran for the door with his arms out in front of him, ready to push the doors open, when he heard that self same click, and the doors in front of him vanished.

Next thing he knew, he was there and staring into the face of a girl, who could have possibly been younger than him. In his mind, she seemed to smirk at him, as she raised her gun and shot him in the shoulder. Well, the pain that caused was enough to wake him from the shock and to realise that there were a hell of a lot of fangers all standing around and looking at him, readying their weapons. He was in no fit state for this, he just needed to get out of there. So with a hop, he was off and running. Willy waggling, feet pounding, and chest heaving - he was quite literally, running for his life and hoping to find somewhere to hide. However, even as he ran, those waves of tiredness swept over him again, one after the other and made him just want to curl up and go to sleep. He didn't care that people stared and screamed. He didn't care that his wounds were oozing blood and the new shot in his shoulder was gushing blood. He just knew he had to get somewhere he could hide and fast, before he collapsed with exhaustion. And that was becoming less and less likely with every minute that went by.

Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Micah cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Nemesis !
Wound: Gunshot (shoulder)
Affected: strength (-2 pts)
Remaining: 1 days
Given by: Nemesis
Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.

He spent a few days holed up in one abandoned building or another, stealing medical supplies from one pharmacy or another as he was seriously low on funds after finding a hack doctor to help him with the wounds he had. Luckily, it seemed that part of being a paladin meant that he had superior healing abilities, so instead of bleeding out or succumbing to an infection like he and the doc thought he would - he actually healed and began to feel better. He'd tried to get in touch with Mouse, figuring that she'd disappeared the same as he had, so was alive and well somewhere. However he'd received no word from her, no reply, nothing - and it was freaking him out a bit. He moved his belongings to another hole in the wall, the place he'd call home for tonight, and then set everything out to make it more 'homely', not to mention trapped to the gunnels. Settling down as best he could - as he was still really rather sore and uncomfortable - he closed his eyes to sleep for the night.

However, as he lay there he didn't feel right. He felt ill - more ill than his wounds should have been making him feel in fact. It was more like the sort of feeling he got when..... no. Surely not? He pulled his legs out from his sleeping bag and grabbed his blade, turning it around until he found the old and familiar grip point to it. He got up slowly and began to pace across the room towards the door, dodging the traps, planning to then search the rest of the building. However, he'd only just reached the door when it opened - seemingly of it's own accord - and there stood that sexy fanger beast. He moved as if to attack, but before he could strike, his whole surroundings were gone and he was elsewhere. A shiver ran through him as the cold wind struck his topless body and he wished he had on more than just a pair of bloody boxers. He looked around all of the faces that were standing there, seemingly with murder in their eyes - at least that's what he saw, even if it weren't true - and grinned.

"Sae, ye's like tae see meh in me scuddies dae ye's? Weel, lits git this'n done theyn aye?"

And then they came for him.

The vacant eyed, black haired, goth wannabe moved first and stepped up to bat, as it were. However she was too slow and he easily avoided her attempt to harm him as he danced and pivoted in his bare feet on the grass. She was too far out of his reach however, so he couldn't even attempt to attack her. A kinda, cute looking, hamster cheeked woman stepped up next and raised her gun. However, he'd had his eye on her - for reasons other than her being a fanger, he was a hot blooded man afterall - so had seen her move. The gun fired and the bullet flew, but he was long gone from it's path. He'd stepped towards her and tried to stab her, but she was further away than he'd thought and his reach wasn't long enough to get into her body and instead, barely even sliced her clothes.

He was too busy staring at her and dancing with her, Hamster face, so he missed the great hulking mountain of a man levelling his gun at him, and the first he knew of it was when the shot fired and the bullet buried into his neck. He gasped and choked, coughing out some blood from his throat while spinning to find the source of the wound. His blade lashed out, but he was so startled at the hulk of a man, that his attack went wide and he missed completely.

"Ho-lee feck. Whit fecking genetic mutant er ye? Jeysus! Yer a monsta ain't ye!"

He exclaimed in a moment of shock, which gave the girl from the other night a chance to strike without fear of retaliation or missing. Her bullet drove right into the soft flesh at the base of his penis and made him roar in pain. Words might have been intended, but all that came out was an unintelligible stream of consonants that was more than likely, filth. His swearing was soon doubled as another bullet drove into his shoulder, this one coming from that bloody glarey eyed brunnette. One of these nights, he'd see that one dead - it was a mission he decided. However, things were getting out of control and he needed out of there. Too many of their hits were landing, and he was losing too much blood. He could feel the sickness he felt around vampires wanting to be expelled, while his head spun with the start of severe bloodloss. He looked around for his opening and he saw it.

That sexy looking one was here too, and she was readying herself for an attack. The others moved out of her way and he stepped up to meet her at a limping run. He literally launched himself at her and drove his blade into her stomach as her gun went off and shot him in the groin. However, before he disengaged, he planted a great big smacker of a kiss on her lips and then dropped back. It seemed to have the effect he wanted however, because things seemed in disarray. It was as if they were all in shock at what he'd done, though he had no idea what was going on in their heads and was only guessing. He barrelled past them all, feeling another bullet landing in his shoulder as he did so, and then ran as if the hounds of hell themselves were on his heels.

As he broke through and out of the fangers, he saw the lights of the police coming closer, the sirens finally registering in his ears, and he saw the people cowering in fear all around. He hoped the police would shoot some of the bastards, because he was ******* pissed that he'd landed so few hits on them all. He was a piss poor excuse for a paladin and he knew he needed to train harder if he was to take out some, or all, of these fangers who were infesting the city like cockroaches! Once more those energy sucking waves came across him. It was as if every step he took was 5 miles long, and he had soon run as far as he was going to run. Once more he managed to find an open door and snuck in, hiding the bloody and muddy footprints he was leaving behind, before collapsing in a corner. He was done for tonight, hopefully for a while in fact, because he needed to heal. Badly.

Velveteen teleported you!
You were skirmish attacked by Aleczandra , but you avoided their attack!
You were skirmish attacked by Every , but you avoided their attack!
You attacked an enemy (Every), but missed them!
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Micah !
Wound: Gunshot (neck)
Affected: charisma (-2 pts)
Remaining: 6 days
Given by: Micah
You attacked an enemy (Micah), but missed them!
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Nemesis !
Wound: Gunshot (groin)
Affected: charisma (-4 pts)
Remaining: 4 days
Given by: Nemesis
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Zoe !
Wound: Gunshot (shoulder)
Affected: strength (-2 pts)
Remaining: 2 days
Given by: Zoe
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Velveteen !
Wound: Gunshot (groin)
Affected: charisma (-4 pts)
Remaining: 4 days
Given by: Velveteen
You attacked an enemy (Velveteen), and wounded them!
You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Faith (human) !
Wound: Gunshot (shoulder)
Affected: strength (-2 pts)
Remaining: 2 days
Given by: Faith
Micah cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Velveteen cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Micah cursed your spirit! You lost 5 energy.
Karina Docere performed a ritual and burdened you!
Wound: Ritual burden
Affected: willpower (-2 pts)
Remaining: 1 days
Given by: Karina Docere