06-19-2014, 01:11 AM
When his hit connected, and his other hand was released, Bell smirked at the odd man. Pleased when the man had doubled over, though that didn't last very long, then the man was chuckling at him and then charging at him. "Tch." Was the only thing Bell said as he dug his heels in, so to speak, and readied himself to take the charge. He could have side stepped, and jabbed back with his elbow, to strike the man in the back of the neck. Bell didn't do that.
He let their bodies collide, and wrapped his arms around the odd man, even as the force and moment sent him staggering back a bit. His arms squeezed around the man's torso and his mouth was open. It was almost clear to see why he had taken the hit, he was trying to bite into whatever fleshy bits of this odd man he could reach with his fangs. He had staggered back though from the momentum the odd man carried with him, and Bell had slipped. Falling backwards but keeping his arms around that man.
His mouth snapping and biting at the other. They were on the floor now, and even though his arms were around that man, keeping him pinned to Bell's chest, the vampire was trying to roll them over so that he would be on top and more in control of the situation at hand.
Red had caught the woman's arm, his grip was tight, stronger than a humans, but maybe not as strong as Bell's had been. Some of his strength had returned with the removal of the silver bullets, but not as much as he had expected. The wounds didn't seem like they wanted to close up either. When she told him to let go, he growled at her and tugged her a bit closer to him. "Door opened?" Bell wasn't paying any attention to them at all, and Red was only watching the fight enough to see if he should help his master or not.
Her words confused him a bit. Sure the lock on the door had been broken for a while, but it still never just opened if someone knocked on it. Did it? What if another that dwelled in their den had let her in? His nose wrinkled in disdain for a moment, weren't the others sleeping? There were others, oh yes, but lately they seemed to like to keep to themselves. He shook his head. "Door doesn't open by itself. Is bad to lie, robber lady." He growled a bit at her, to show how he felt about being lied to.
Red seemed a little pale, and blood was seeping through the cloth, running down his abdomen. He grunted softly and pushed the cloth harder against his chest with the hand that held it. His grip on her arm had weakened a bit, as if he had been considering letting go of her to hold that cloth with both hands. The blood flow should have stopped by now at least, clotted or something, but it wasn't. His half wild eyes looked to Bell almost for help, but the vampire was still rather busy. The only person available at the moment to offer any kind of help was his prisoner. He looked at her and growled to show what he thought of the idea of her helping him.
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