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She was too busy struggling to get her phone out of her pocket, then attempting to punch in Marcus's name, but only got M-A-R before she felt like she needed to pay attention to what was in front of her. Elizabeth didn't realize anyone was speaking to her at first, then it took her a few more minutes to realize who it was. Her hand tightened around the blade still in her hand, going to take a step away she tripped on a loose stone and she fell, not even having the strength left to catch herself with her arms.
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Curry exited his car after she fell, quickly determining that she needed medical attention, and quickly. He slid his arms beneath her on the ground and scooped her up, gently. He sat her in the front seat, since Mycroft was still passed out in the back seat.
"Do you have somewhere to go? I can take you back to my place and patch you up, if you'd like..." Of course, he would have to put Mycroft down in the basement and leave a note for him explaining the situation before he did so...a starving vampire was not good to have around an injured human. He appeared to be resisting the smell of blood. He'd just recently had a meal, after all...it was easy for him. |
Elizabeth should've said home, should've told him to call Marcus, should've done a few things really, but her head was spinning, and she was barely able to keep her eyes open. All she could do was laugh, thinking how odd it was that a vampire, was trying to save a slayer, though to be fair to him, he had no idea what she was.
"Told you you wouldn't like me much if you got to know me..." Before her head fell to the side into his arm, she was just too tired to stay awake right now. Though he hadn't any clue that she was a slayer yet, she doubted wouldn't be suspicious of how she managed to kill the vampires who attacked her. Marcus would call when he got worried and wake her up, she would just take a small nap. |
Curry couldn't smell the blood of the dead vampires just yet--he was too concerned about Elizabeth and so her scent was taking precedence over the scent of everything else. He buckled her into the front seat, wincing when he realized he would have to take his car into a shop to have the upholstery properly cleaned and perhaps replaced because of the blood.
He proceeded to drive the three of them back to his and Mycroft's humble home. It was a decent-sized ranch house that they were probably renting out from a landlord living nearby. Curry parked the car in the small garage and hopped out. He took Mycroft out first, putting him down in the basement and leaving a note for him on the table. He then dashed back upstairs to grab Elizabeth. He carried her to their living room and, after carefully laying down a blanket on the couch, he set her down. He only left to grab some medical supplies and then he returned to tend to her wounds. He had to remove her shirt, but thankfully not any other article of clothing to get to all of her wounds. |
For the most part her main injuries were just bad claw marks, aside from a bite at her collar bone and a few more on her shoulders, nothing that looked like it'd need stitches, just a few weeks to close up. Her ribs were bruised, one of them had in fact tried to squeeze her until her ribs broke but thankfully didn't live long enough to finish. It wasn't anything her body hadn't taken before, her back was covered with long, jagged scars of various lengths from her first vampire attack.
A few moments after he'd started cleaning her, a vibrating noise could be heard on the floor, she'd lost the ability to hold onto her phone any longer and dropped it on the ground when he'd placed her down. 6 missed calls had the phone going almost none stop for two minute, followed by text messages demanding she tell him where she was or he'd call the police to come make sure someone hadn't kidnapped her, then he continued trying to call. |
After making sure all of her injuries were tended to, Curry scooped up her phone, which had started to vibrate again. He knew that his answering the phone would not be taken well...but what choice did he have?
He flipped the phone open, putting it on speaker. "Your friend has been attacked," he said, softly. His voice would be unfamiliar, but hopefully it would be trusted. "I picked her up off the street, injured. I'm tending to her wounds now...if you are a friend or family member, you can come and help me...I'm not sure if she needs stitches." He quietly gave the unknown caller the address of his home. |
At first, Marcus was not happy with a man answering her phone, it didn't scream 'good news' to him. However when he was informed of what happened, all Curry would here on the other end was a mumble of curses and something about Elizabeth being 'a dumbass' before he informed him that he'd be right over.
Taking Elizabeths car, he found he place pretty easily, and because he didn't have time to knock, walked right in and easily found the living room. "See, this is why you should take me out more, then when your dumbass gets hurt you have someone to take you home." He snipped at her, despite it was clear she was out cold on the couch, he felt like she could still here him just the same. Finally looking at Curry he was a bit confused, Elizabeths description of him was hard to mistake, and he looked from him, to her, than back again. "...So, you found her like this? You sure you didn't do this pretty boy?" Though it should've been a compliment, the tone he said it in made it clear that it could also be taken as a very vulgar insult. |
"I may not be an angel, but I'm not a brute, either," Curry replied, his tone flat. His voice showed no signs of deception...his body language seemed truthful, as well. He didn't outwardly attack people. Even if he was starving, he took his time and made sure that anyone he bit was willing. He was a seasoned vampire...an old one.
Curry brushed some hair out of her face and then he jumped, suddenly, when there was an incessant bang and a few staggered, uncertain breaths by the basement door. "...That would be my roommate. He's in the middle of a psychotic break, of sorts, so I'm keeping him in the basement until he calms down..." he lied, smoothly. "I don't want him to accidentally harm her." He offered his hand to the stranger. "I'm Curry." |
He was good at making things up for his room mates condition. Marcus knew very well that break was starvation, he knew more than he should about vampires for someone who had no intention or much of a way to defend themselves from them. However he did believe he was telling the truth about finding her in her condition, so he shook his hand. "Marcus. Why don't you go see if your psychotic roommate is hungry or something and fix him up while I look her over to see if she needs stitching." An innocent suggestion though his reason behind it was to hope he wouldn't have Elizabeth and himself stuck in a house with one vampire trying to break out of the basement while the other tries to keep him there.
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"He will be fine. I have the basement bolted up." Curry did not seem to want to leave. He was concerned, but he did back off so Marcus could assess her wounds for himself. "...If you want to take her upstairs, there is a guest room she can sleep in to regain her strength. The first door on the right after you go up the stairs."
Mycroft needed to drink. He needed to, but there was no way for him to get a donor for him right now. Curry pilfered blood bags from the nearest hospital when he could...but taking too much would attract unneeded attention to the area. |
Marcus frowned when he said he would be fine in the basement, not liking where this was going at all. However once he checked her over, and saw she wouldn't need stitches, he carefully carried her to the guest room, complaining about her needing to work out more and quit being so damn heavy, before he shut the door and made his way back downstairs, a serious look on his face. "All right, let's pretend for a few minutes that I know why your roommate is psychotic, if we get him fed he'll calm down right?" If he hadn't been like this for long, there was a good chance it wouldn't be a permanent state of mind.
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"...He does not normally get like this when he's thirsty," Curry admitted, after getting over his surprise. This one knew what they were, apparently. "He's only acting this way because he smells her blood, from her injuries. When he's thirsty he just acts sick. But he does need to be fed, yes..."
It was true. Mycroft only lost it like this when he was dying for a drink and smelled even the tiniest hint of blood in the area. It was dangerous to take him outside, but sometimes it was the only time he could get some blood... |
Marcus sighed, she wasn't going to be happy with him when she found out, but right now it was just a safe decision to make. "Well then let's go, the sooner he's fed the sooner we have one less thing to worry about." He said, waiting for Curry to lead him to the basement so they could get this done as quickly and easily as possibly.
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"...I guess I'll just warn you once. I'm very protective of him. Do anything to harm him and you won't live to see tomorrow." Curry's tone had dropped very low...he was dead serious. Mycroft was his pride and joy...one of the only things he'd done right in life was taking the boy in and protecting him. He owed it to him to protect him even in his time of need.
Curry turned and headed towards the basement door. He unlatched it slowly and then peered down the stairs. Mycroft had given up trying to get to the top of the stairs and since Elizabeth's scent had moved farther away, he was now sitting on the couch down there and looked up when Curry walked down the stairs. He seemed frightened that there was someone else with him...but that and even the sickly feel he had about him did not change the fact that he was just adorable. It was what drew most people towards him. |
Marcus knew the threat was serious, though he had no intention of harming anyone, though he did have his own warning to add on, "And you place one unwanted finger anywhere near her and I'll chop them all off, and that's just your fingers, you don't wanna know what I'd do to anything else." He threatened, in a very snappy manner before following him down the stairs.
For trying to break the door down, he didn't look very threatening. Sighing, he slowly made his way closer, "Come on sweety, if you don't have a drink you're not going to get any better and you'll hurt a lot of people." He offered, holding his wrist out a bit to show what he meant by drink. |
"I don't hurt people." Curry's tone had an edge to it. He tried his best not to hurt people...but half the time he didn't know his own strength. He didn't associate much with humans outside of the bedroom.
Mycroft shook his head, rather numbly, and backed away towards the end of the sofa. He looked like a startled little fawn, lost in the woods away from his mother. His stomach made a nasty sort of grumbling noise, as if it was begging him to agree with the human. ...Just how long had he gone without blood? |
Marcus gave a small sigh, fighting a hunger wasn't exactly the best way to deal with it. He pulled a small swiss army knife from his pocket, just long enough to make a small cut on his wrist before putting it away and walking closer. Fresh blood wouldn't be as easy to resist and he held it out to Mycroft, just inches from the poor boys face. Though he did glance back at Curry, "You just make sure you help him off when he's done, you don't want to know what she's like when she's angry at you, which she will be if I die."
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The moment he caught the scent of fresh blood, Mycroft's baby blue eyes went flat and a low, guttural growl ripped its way out from the bottom of his throat. He was still for just a moment before he shuffled forward, losing his self control. He grabbed a hold of Marcus' wrist, since he was close enough, and brought it to his mouth to drink. He didn't bite, even though Marcus could probably feel those fangs pressing against his skin.
Curry stood nearby, leaning against the wall with his arms across his broad chest. "You tell me when you start to feel light-headed and dizzy. Then I'll pull him off." |
Marcus waited as long as he possibly could, knowing he couldn't give too much or he'd be as useless as the girl passed out upstairs. When his head swam a little, he nodded, "All right, that's good." He said, signaling he needed the boy pulled off him or he'd pass out.
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Curry cracked his fingers a bit and then stepped forward. He wrapped his arms around Mycroft and tugged the boy gently at first. He received a growl and a territorial sort of look. So, he pulled much harder. Mycroft unwillingly released the arm of the human and eased himself into the offered embrace from his sire.
Now that he had had just a bit of blood Mycroft looked much more healthy. He was not extremely pale anymore. The change in his looks was enough to up the cute factor--something Curry noticed at once. He patted Mycroft's curly blonde head. |
After collecting himself, Marcus stood, brushed himself off and nodded. "Right. I'm going to go get a drink and then see if sleeping beauty is awake. I can't drive her home now." He said, making his way up the stairs where he rummaged through the cupboards for a class before filling it with water from the tap. It hadn't been as bad as Elizabeth made it seem it would be, then again he didn't have the mind training to fight against the vampires, he just knew when one was staring him in the face.
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"Bring her something to drink, if you'd like...it might help her recover."
Curry rubbed a few small circles into Mycroft's back and the two had a quiet conversation for a bit. It was about five minutes after Marcus went upstairs that the pair followed him. They both seemed to be feeling just fine, since they'd both recently fed. Mycroft especially. He had looked like he'd almost been close to death...and now he appeared to be the spitting image of a healthy sixteen year-old human boy. |
Marcus was on the couch, flipping through a book he'd found on a shelf, sipping at water when the two came up. Looking over, he smiled, "Well don't you look a million times better handsome." He complimented, looking for a few more moments before returning his attention to the book. "Elizabeth's still out cold, I'm not sure she'll be in any condition to leave anytime soon."
--------------- In reality though, she'd woken up a few seconds before they'd joined Marcus in the living room. She'd almost fallen out of the bed in surprise of where she was; which she had no idea where that was exactly; and no idea how she'd gotten here, or who had brought her. Naturally, waking up with her shirt no where to be found, she quietly, and slow to avoid pain, looked around the room for it, when there was nothing, she simply looked for something to use as a weapon. The best thing she had was a lamp, side table, and an empty dresser. When muffled, unrecognizable from their distance, voices rose up from downstairs, she voted on an empty drawer before hiding herself behind the door. |
Mycroft seemed to be almost desensitized to comments--he only smiled and then looked away. Every time Curry took the younger vampire outside, he attracted a lot of attention. Curry's hair color, eye color, and the dangerous sort of aura he gave off were what usually attracted peoples' attention to him...but for Mycroft, the way he looked brought people to him in swarms.
Curry gave a sigh, scratching his head slightly. "...Maybe we should try to give her some water? Even if she's unconscious, we could still try to trickle it down her throat," he pointed out, lost in thought. "...Or something to dull any pain, perhaps..." |
Marcus didn't understand how the boy had any problem finding food, he was very attractive, he couldn't put his finger on what made him want to be near the boy, he just did, so any humans would have the same desire. Perhaps he really didn't like feeding from humans, even if he did keep them alive. At Curry's suggestion he shrugged, "Help yourself prince charming, I am not a fan of her when she first wakes up." Normally she was grouchy, and violent, and well he just decided it'd be nice if someone else dealt with it for a change.
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