06-17-2014, 04:24 AM
His fangs were so close, he could feel the pulsing of her veins has her heart beat frantically. Pushing and pulling that blood fast through her body, oh how sweet it would taste, warm and red and delicious. His head jerked up at the voice, those purple eyes narrowed dangerously at the man. "You! Get out!" His grip around the woman's wrists didn't change. "This has nothing to do with you. You're always around, go on. Get out!" Bell was snarling the words, pure fury dripped from his very being, rolled off of him in waves. Red would be alright, the vargulf might be a simple creature but he wasn't stupid, he could tend his own wounds. Bell was certain of that.
Bell's eyes jumped from that strange man back down to the woman beneath him. "You deserve to be hurt for what you've just done. You waltz in our home like you own the damn place, then shoot a dog for protecting his den and master. He was well within his rights to attack you, like any good guard dog. He did nothing wrong, and I could've stopped him with a single word." She hadn't given him the chance to stop Red though, her finger had been faster than his voice. It seemed she had been more prepared for an attack from either of them than Bell had been, or Red never would have been able to make that first move.
His attention though was on that odd man in his hall again. "I should kill you next. Always skulking about, worse than a damn vampire. Go on, get out. Find your own castle." Why was that man even in here? Bell honestly didn't care, he did get off of the woman, but his grip remained and as he stood he pulled her to her feet with him. "I think I'll make you suffer anyway. A quick death is too good for you." Bell turned, facing that odd man now, and eyeing him. Almost daring him to interfere some more.
Red was whimpering softly, as he sat on his knees in the kitchen. The bullet wounds burned, they ached like nothing he had ever felt before. Silver bullets. He felt so weak, as if the things in his chest were sucking the strength from him. Red did not like it at all. Not one bit. He was a creature of simplistic needs and instincts, but he was rather intelligent. Besides, it wasn't the first time he had been shot, he knew the bullets needed to come out. Though with the way these were making him feel so weak and the way they burned he concluded that they needed to come out immediately.
They were strange bullets. Different than ones he'd been bitten by before. He lifted a hand to his chest, and plunged sharp clawed nails into the bullet wound. The vargulf grimaced, let out a slightly loud half snarl half whimper and yanked the bullet from the wound. It burned his fingers and he growled at it before dropping it on the floor next to him. He removed the second bullet in much the same way, and once he dropped it to the floor he felt better almost immediately. As if his strength was no longer being pulled from his body, his wounds a dull ache unaccompanied by a burning sensation.
He inhaled deeply, and pressed his hands over the bullet wounds, as if to stop the flow of blood, and stood slowly. Red moved towards the sink, and picked up a cloth rag. The bullet wounds were close to each other and the rag, folded over, was just big enough to cover both. He pressed that to his chest tightly with both hands. Though if he could have reached, he would have much preferred to lick the wounds. He would heal fast, not as fast as the vampire, but still much faster than a human. He moved to stand in the door way, to look down the hall and see if Bell was coming back to him yet.
|