07-16-2014, 10:36 PM
The scene, the words, they might have tugged at Desh's heartstrings. If he had such things left, and if she wasn't human. Human with odd blood. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and just listened. The hunter was trying her best it seemed to get the girl up and off somewhere. A hospital would be best. Desh didn't say that. He merely watched the girls as the half dead one with delicious blood rambled.
His curiosity was piqued once more as she mentioned some lord. It was clear to him that she had lost so much blood she was delirious. No she certainly was not long for this world at all. "Dear heart, you cannot sleep. If you sleep now, you will never wake." His eyes moved to the hunter. "Do you realize how serious a wound to the veins in the wrist are? If you want her to live, stop dallying around here and get her into the hospital." He licked his lips, it was hard not thinking of how delicious her blood had been or how tempting the scent of it was.
Desh could probably save her, but how would it benefit him? He couldn't use her for a food source, at this point, the way things were moving, it would be best if all humans just vanished. Then there would be no risk of being hunted for drinking one. Besides, with synthetic blood the humans had no more purpose. At least in his eyes. Still, it would be a waste, even if one couldn't drink this human, it would be a waste to lose such a delicious blood source.
"Perhaps I could help, though I see no real reason to." He looked them both over, as if contemplating. Vampire blood had natural regenerating qualities. Perhaps his blood could seal her wound? Desh had never ever tried such a thing before, but it might work. There was a small chance. He was hesitating, but if something wasn't done the girl would die, that delicious thing would no longer exist, and that was truly a tragedy.
"Very well then." He spoke the words as if one of them had said something to convince him to try and help, though he had just merely convinced himself. He stepped closer to them. Reached out and put his hands on the dying girl and pulled her rather effortlessly away from the hunter. "I do not even know if this will work, dear heart." One arm was around her waist, holding her close, his other hand held her hand. Fingers interlocked with the fingers of her hand, and he pulled her wrist up to his lips once more.
He bit the tip of his tongue, hard, causing blood to immediately flow. Then that tongue touched her injured wrist. His eyes fluttered at her taste and closed, his body tensed as he fought the urge to bite her and drain the rest of her life away. Tensely but gently, he licked her wound, lapping up her blood and cleaning the area while applying his own to the wound. He pulled back, eyes opening, barely controlled hunger in them as he watched her wound expectantly.
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