Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
He swore he felt bone cracking under that bite. His shoulder and arm jerked, nails leaving a bloody trail in their wake as that hand was ripped away from Vlad's face out of the pain. Aiden kept hitting until those teeth pulled away, at which point he slammed a hand over the wound to (extremely ineffectually) stop the bleeding. Blood still poured out over and through his fingers, but he wasn't paying attention to that.
What he was looking at was the bloody, laughing monster crouched over him, fangs dripping blood, eyes gleaming with demonic light. This was Dracula, no two ways about it. In Vlad's dream, Dracula reigned.
Even as panic started to engulf him, even as the pain started to prickle in the wrong way, Aiden snarled in agonized loathing and tried to smash that awful grin into a thousand tooth-and-blood stained pieces with his better arm, realizing distantly that it was probably as bad an idea as just giving up. But like fuck he was going to just give up and die, dream or not! If he was going down, he was taking this bastard with him --