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"Like it eh?" She laughed quietly in her musical way, the sound filling the tiny room. "I think you're flirting." She smiled down at him from where she stood then on a whim, she pet his head. "And no... " Her smile faded to a thoughtful look. "No first aid kit or anything. I've got a needle and thread though." She sighed, not liking that idea at all but knowing it'd have to be done. The shirt she was wearing was already ruined with the blood soaking the sleeve and chest where it touched. Going to the bag that Esmund had been carrying, the bigger one, Nemo searched through it and finally came out with a small box. Inside were three needles: one was small, the other slightly bigger and the other large and curved. Turning, she tossed the box to Esmund with her good hand. "Turn around and thread that please." She waited until he had turned then gritted her teeth and pulled her tattered shirt over her head. The shirt slid over the torn skin making it bleed even more and making Nemo draw a quick hiss of breath over her teeth. She clenched them and finally pulled it the rest of the way off. Taking stock to make sure her bra was still completely in tact she sighed. No use in hiding this from him. It isn't as if he hasn't seen half naked women before. Anyway, it's no less than you wear with a bathing suit. "Ya done with that?" She said as she took a seat on the bed next to him; somewhat close but not quite touching him. She was facing the direction that put the injured arm close to him. "You're going to have to sew me up. I'm ambidextrous but I don't want to chance it. Can't see the cuts all that good either..." |
Her laugh made him light headed as he could momentary feel his blood run and his heart beat. He wondered if this was the amazing effects of any angels laugh to have this effect or was it just her. He almost missed the comment about him flirting but was back to him normal undead self before she said anything. "Well flirting is what I do," Emund told her but he wasn't actually trying this time and he blushed at the comment she made.
That was what she mention she had no first aid but it wasn't a surprise to him that she didn't. He was a vampire so most wounds of his would heal before it caused any harm and she was a angel, thought to be invulnerable to almost anything. So a first aid kit would have just been a waste of space anyway. He waited where he sat while she went to the bag and throw him the box. He caught it and looked at the needle and thread inside. Then he did as she told him, turning around and threading the needle in no time. So when she did sit next to him like she did he turned away for a second but knew what she was going to ask him to do so he faced her again. "Just for you to know I learned how to do this from a book so it might not be perfect. But I guess it's better then you doing it yourself." he told her to let her know before she just let him go on and do so. He took the needle and cautiously started to stitch her up. |
Nemo hissed a breath in through her mouth and brought her jaws together so hard the sound could've been heard in the hallway. It didn't take long before she'd mentally paced herself and 'imagined the pain away'. "Thanks for this." She muttered when back in control of herself. "Much rather have inexperienced stitching that bleed to death in my sleep." Hmmm... Guess he hasn't actually looked at me yet. I'm actually pleasantly surprised that he hasn't made a crack at my body yet hehehe... She smiled then giggled a bit. The sound seemed oddly at ends with the situation. She was sitting half naked on a bed in front of the biggest flirt she'd ever met, getting her arm sowed shut because another immortal had just taken a go at their lives. It seemed odd that she'd be laughing at some joke that it seemed only she'd heard. Xander follwed Menthus to another smaller building in the city. He couldn't go inside so instead he waited outside the door listening and trying to detect any changes in scents. Even if he was mad at his mom and didn't want to tell her about this, he would still do his job and find out what was up. |
Esmund finished stitching her up and let out a sigh of relief and admired his handy work. "Well it my seem like a poor job for a professional but I think I did pretty good." He opened his mouth to finally say something about her lack of cloths but before a single word could leave his mouth he remember the protective wolf. He turn around, suspecting to see the beast ready to chew his face off, but found no sign of him. "Um, where's your pet?" Esmund asked hoping it wasn't waiting for him in some dark corner of the room. Then Esmund didn't remember seeing him for a while so his worries about that left him. But he knew the question would get Nemo worrying.
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The shocked look on Nemo's face supported exactly what Xander had thought. In the action of the day she'd completely forgotten about him. She jumped up from the bed and looked around the room expecting to see or hear her wolf somewhere close. When she didn't she started to worry. In her worried rush, Nemo trotted from the room exactly as she was; half naked and her arm still bloodied. Out in the hall, at the very end, there was a single window. She went to the window with her wings half extended as if she were going to jump. She wasn't though. She pushed it open hard, it'd been stuck, and leaned out. With nearly her whole torso sticking from the window she looked around. No Xander. When she saw this she gave three loud, carrying whistle like sounds. Xander, who'd been laying beside the door that the dark angel had gone through, sat up straight the second he heard the whistles. He cocked his ears in the direction they'd come from and his body tensed. His mom was worried and was calling him to her. He knew he couldn't go though, he had to stay and watch the dark angel. To tell her he was safe he raised his muzzle to the sky. A long, piercing howl filled the evening air for nearly a full minute before Xander let it die. ~~~~~~~~~~ Inside the building, Menthus listened closely to the howl of the wolf. He knew it was close but would never guess it was right outside his door. He also knew who was making the sounds. The wolf belonged to Vallowna... Nemo. Hearing the sound from so close made him think that Nemo had sent her pet to watch him and keep tabs on him; to make sure that he couldn't attack her and her charge again. Letting out a maniacal cackling laugh, Menthus revelled in the perfection of it all. "She won't know. She'll never know... At least until it is too late..." He rubbed his hands together like some evil genius and let his wings unfold. "I'll be fully healed by morning... That time will make her bold. She'll believe that they are safe... Oh how wrong she'll be!" This time, his laughing was so much he actually doubled over in pain. The ribs that Nemo had broken still weren't completely healed. |
Esmund tried to stop her before she left the room but she was already too far away to grab when he raised his hand. As he watched her run through the doorway he started looking around the room and grabbing her cloths and katana. He rushed out the room afraid that that she was gone but saw he as she looked out the window. Now would be a good time to comfort her and get her to fall for me. he thought to himself but he already knew only Xander would cheer her up. So he walked up behind Nemo and just as he came to a stop he heard the howling. He let out a sigh before taping Nemo on the shoulder and handing her the cloths. "So, I know your not going to look for him like that."
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Nemo turned and looked to Esmund with sad eyes. She shook her head and looked down. "No. I'm not looking for him at all... That howl was his sign that he's doing something, that he's ok." She looked back up at him and gave a small smile. "He's fine..." Holding back the tears that wanted to spring to her eyes, Nemo quickly changed the subject. She looked toward Esmund's arm. "Alright, back in the room. It's your turn to get doctored up." She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him then walked behind pushing him ahead of her. When in the room she motioned him to sit on the bed. "Now... The needle and thread won't work for you so I'm going to have to make do." She searched her pack again this time pulling out a long strip of fabric: a scarf. Holding up her prize she smiled at it. "Perfect..." She turned so that Esmund could see. Walking to his side she stood in front of him. With them positioned like they were, her chest was at his eye level. She stood in front of him shamelessly though even as her cheeks flamed red. "Gimme your arm please." She said. She hoped that he wouldn't do something like compliment her on her body. Even though, without her concealing shirt, it could be seen that she was as an angel should be: perfect. Her skin was unmarred with not a scar to be seen. It was beautifully smooth and her toned abs and stomach clashed harshly with her dainty figure. |
He let her push him into the room. He didn't need the scent of her tears to tell him that she still wanted to go after Xander but it seemed she was intending to do what what she told him the howl meant. So he decided not to push the subject. He sat in the bed and found himself eye level with her chest and she still had no cloths on and didn't seem like she intended to put them on anytime soon. The idea of her opening up to him like this put a smile on his face but at the moment sex was the last thing on his mind. Xander was missing, they were attacked, and a angel was still after them; it really wasn't the time for it.
He reached his arm out to her when she asked for it and asked, "Are you sure you want to use that? It doesn't look like something you would want to waste on wrapping the wounded. It's going to heal by itself in a little bit so there is no need for it." Even though sex was the last thing on his mind he couldn't help himself from looking at what was in front of him. At one point his eyes were focused on her breast for so long she most have noticed him. |
She had noticed. "I don't want to put a shirt on just yet... It could rip out the stitches." She shook her head and ripped the scarf in half lengthwise. "It may heal soon but until then... Your still bleeding." She put one strip of the cloth into her mouth and wrapped the other tightly around the wound. Tying the end off she wrapped the second one around the first and did the same thing. When she was finished she looked toward his hand, where he was still holding her katana. "Here. I'll take that." She wasn't commanding him to hand it over or anything, but she would feel safer once she had it in her hands. |
Esmund hopes dropped a bit when he bought her excuse about the shirt ripping out the stitches but not all the way though cause she didn't try to hide herself at all. It might have been just the way she was but a good enough reason to think he had made progress with her. When she was done he handed her the katana and stood up. "So, are you ready to go see what's Xander is up to?" he asked then started going through the bag of weapons.
As he looked through it he said, "You might want to find something to wear that won't pull out you stitchings. Maybe a strapless dress or something, I'm sure your chest will be able to hold anything you wrap around it." He laughed a bit before looking back at her. "Is there anything in here I can use if we run into trouble again? A sword, daggers, a whip would even come in handy if a need arise." He started to laugh again because he wasn't thinking about fighting with the whip. |
Nemo mock glared at him as he teased her about her chest. "Har har, you know you're enjoying the show." She winked at him and smiled. She did as he suggested though. In her bag of clothing she'd brought a black bustier. It went great with the one formal thing she'd brought in case need for it arose. She held it up to her body and grinned. "This what you're talking about?" She continued smiling as she untied the back and wrapped it around her. Her fingers deftly tied it together in a perfect bow in the back. The bustier was made so that it could be worn over something else or on its own, and since she had blood on her bra Nemo decided to wear it on it's own. She pulled off the bloodied cloth and tossed it on the pile of the rest of her bloody clothes. Now, though barely more clothed than she had been before, she strapped the katana across and her back. Turning to look at Esmund she arched her wings out just enough so that they brushed against both walls. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes and the smile still on her face mirrored the dangerous look. This look faded quickly though and she looked toward the bag as she thought. "Take your pick... There's paired daggers, sai actually, chakrams, they're the round blades at the bottom, and even a needle tipped whip. Just for you." All of her weapons were different, not common. That's the way she liked it. The fighting techniques used for those weapons was different than most and was harder for enemies to defend against since they weren't familiar with it. |
Esmund started to get nervous as he looked into her menacing glare. "I never tried to deny enjoying the show," Esmund told her and started to whistle nervously. He watch as she put on the top and took the bra off under it. He was way too nervous to even make a crack out of her being bra-less. He looked at the new her and enjoyed the bold new look but feared we wouldn't enjoy it for long. I don't know if she wants to kill me or fuck my brains out but that look isn't one that means nothing. he thought to himself before going back into the bag.
"Oh, so these are called sai?" he asked as he pulled out the weapons. "My combat teacher had a pair of these but never taught me how to use them. Something about my dad not wanting me to use such weapons." Esmund strapped them to his left side anyway. "Only thing I know how you use is this whip really, so I guess this is a must bring," he said putting it on his right. Esmund stared at the chakrams, trying to figure out if he wanted to bring them too. "I don't have a clue about these but...." he hesitated for a while before picking them up and strapping them to his back. "Who knows, they might come in handy." He looked at Nemo and said, "You will lead the way right?" |
Nemo was nearly back to her old self and she nodded. "Yeah. If you led we'd never find him. And this is a search mission. I have my ways of finding him." She laughed once then shook her head at him incredulously. "Gimme the chakrams. You'll never be able to figure them out in a fight." She waited for him to hand them over. Out of nowhere, Nemo sprang forward and hugged Esmund around the shoulders. "I know that it isn't the best situation, you getting banished and all... but I'd rather be guarding you than sitting on my ass all day. Glad I got stuck with you." She was blushing insanely when she pulled away a minute later. Outright shows of affection normally weren't her thing. |
Esmund took the chakrams from his back but held them for a little while before handing them to Nemo. "Yeah, they're better off in you hands," he said and was caught off guard by her embrace. Esmund's face turned a bright red and he felt more bashful then he felt in his entire life. He became completely absorbed into her hug though. Her soft skin seems to lure him in to hug her back. His hands up to her arms and when they slide across her skin his grip tightened. He found himself trying to move in for a kiss. He stopped himself, and pushed her away. He could feel his heart beat and air enter his lungs. Those were things vampires should never be able to do.
"Um Lets go. Xander might be in trouble," Esmund said charging out the door. The whole experience freaked him out but it wasn't the heart beat or his breathing that startled him so. It was his desire. A desire that took hold of him and clouded his thoughts. A desire for only Nemo and he needed nothing else. It was the thoughts of a crazy man. To have such a need for another person, he couldn't live off Nemo alone. But, only with Nemo had he felt life. When he got outside he looked at the setting sun and said, "About time, that thing was getting on my nerves" It was still a red color and the sky was still purple. When he looked the other direction he saw a black sky with red stars. They were still technically in the kingdom but out of his father's castle. He wasn't planning on leaving the kingdom though, not just yet. |
When Esmund pushed her away, Nemo stood there for a moment as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Shouldn't have done that... Nope nope nope... Not good... I was right... She was right about what she'd felt earlier. She liked the prince. More than was right for a guardian to like her charge. "Right um... Ok.." She shook her head as if to shake out the thoughts, though her head was still muddled. His touch, his skin against hers, well quite frankly it had fried her brain. Her breathing heavy she turned toward the bed where she'd tossed the chakrams. She clipped them to specially made holster clips on her fancy belt (think of it like Batman's belt, pockets, places for nearly everything, etc..) and followed Esmund out of the room. Downstairs in the lobby she stopped following Esmund for a moment and spoke to the innkeeper. "Up here. Those aren't my eyes." She said to him first, glaring at him as his eyes continually drifted to her breasts. Shaking her head she went on. "We're going out for a bit. If anyone asks for us or asks which room is ours... anything. I want to know about it." As if to emphasize her point she ruffled her wings a bit, startling the innkeep. He nodded and swallowed hard. "Good." She finally left, letting her wings trail the floor as she left. Outside Nemo repeated the call she'd done in the hotel the first time she'd been looking for Xander. Again, a howl came back to her. She cupped her hand around her ear and immediately pinpointed its direction. "Come on. This way." She started walking at a fast pace, her long legs carrying her quickly through the deeping shadows. It was now that she was glad she'd trained her eyes to a nocturnal schedule. They adjusted to the lack of light quickly and she soon found herself able to see in the dark nearly as well as any vampire. She didn't stop to wait for Esmund; she knew he'd follow. Anyway, the only thing keeping her from completely focusing on his touch was to keep herself busy, moving. |
Esmund followed her but from a distance. He didn't know what ha come over him but his desires were taking hold of him. Esmund, being a vampire that controlled his desire at all time, was not being driven by them. It took a lot of his strength just to keep away from Nemo. He found himself trying to return the hug Nemo had give him and more but he refused to be controlled by his feelings. Even though his concentration to control himself but he couldn't miss the scent of the wolf as they made there way in his direction. He also couldn't miss the scent of that Angel that attacked them, a very unforgettable scent that made his rage build once again. But he remained civil and didn't feel himself becoming primal like he did before.
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Once Nemo had finally gained complete control over herself once again, she turned and peered over her shoulder. "You're mighty quiet back there friend. You don't want to come up and join me?" She asked. She was trying to completely ignore what had happened back at the inn. Though there were many similarities between Nemo and vampires, one similarity was not her scent. She could barely smell better than the average human; this was nothing compared to the vampires she worked under. She had no idea that they were drawing nearer and nearer not only to Xander but also the angel that had attacked them earlier. She'd probably never realize it either. |
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