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Tweak says, "please don't go any higher"

allisawwasevil (allisawwasevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-04-07 21:13:00

Entry tags:

abby, john winchester

WHO: John Winchester & Abby
WHAT: John Winchester goes looking for a vampire without the intention of killing it. How did his life get to this point?
WHEN: Sunday, April 7th; Afternoon
WHERE: Outside the City
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress

It was less of a request and more of a demand, to go and retrieve the small, female vampire that he'd had a run in with not long after he'd first arrived, from where she'd been hiding herself since their memories had returned. Normally, with the information that he'd been given, he would have had more than enough reason to put her down, but considering the way that he had spent his own time during that lull basically being a homeless, criminal recluse whose only interactions were with Parker, he couldn't help but feel that he had to at least give her the benefit of the doubt. None of them had been at their best during that time and to condemn one person for their actions was to condemn them all. Not something John was really against in principle, but when it included him, it was a little more sketchy as to how he could proceed like that.

So while he'd armed himself before heading out, something done mostly out of a sheer amount of common sense and the knowledge that a vampire that far removed from society would likely be in pretty bad shape by the time she was found, most of the things that he'd packed were a means of making sure that she survived the trip back. While a blood bag had been his first thought, John remember quickly enough what he'd heard. She could only drink live. Live applied to a lot of things, though, and no one had ever specified that it had to be live and human so the acquisition of a rabbit from a local pet shop had been what he'd gone with in the end. It wasn't exactly the most refreshing option, he imagined, but the idea of sacrificing a rabbit didn't grate on him nearly as much as some other animals might. They were technically food in a lot of places, after all.

It didn't make much difference to the rabbit whether it was a vampire or a Frenchman who did the eating, if you asked him.

So that was how he set out of the city, taking the directions that he'd been provided by the young Ms. Suresh, and figuring that if he didn't find her by the time the moon was high in the sky, she'd more than likely find him. John just hoped he was quicker.

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allisawwasevil
2013-04-08 07:45 am UTC (link)

John could tell what she was trying to do. As much as he felt his stomach lurch at the idea that the city was filled with vampires now, ones who would have slaughtered entire families given the chance, he knew that it was likely not true. He would have noticed that many bodies dropping. There would have been some alarm raised at even the police department that tended to ignore those types of things. There would have been something, but instead, it had been mostly silent. Whatever poor bastard she had forgotten to kill must have burst into flames in the sunlight and not passed it on to anyone else.

"We would have noticed if something like that had started," John said, a frown creasing his features. "Something would have been done. But there hasn't been anything. No mass hysteria, no extreme slaughters, nothing like you describe. Whatever happened seems to have corrected itself so there's no reason for you to stay out here. Not when you know who you are now and can control it. I mean, I should have been dead the second I got within sensory distance of you. But I'm not. So that's got to be something."

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becauseihaveto
2013-04-08 08:45 am UTC (link)

He wasn't going to do it. As Abby listened to John's response, and especially took note of his clear lack of an attempt to attack her, that was the primary thought going through her mind. Unless she launched herself at him, he wasn't going to kill her. In fact, knowing her luck, he probably wouldn't even do it then. Which, really, made absolutely no sense to her. What had happened to the hunter who had tracked her down before? Why wasn't he doing it now?

Not wanting to really know the answer, mostly because it didn't matter, Abby just sighed softly and dropped her gaze. "We had a deal," she finally said, slowly peering up at him. There was a flash of anger in her eyes as she took a step toward him, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "You said you'd deal with me, if I ever killed someone not on that list." Okay, so he might not have said those words, exactly, but the insinuation had certainly been there. That was what mattered as she took another step closer, her gaze narrowing.

"I killed someone who wasn't on the list so do your part before I do it again!"

The last words came out in a voice that was much deeper than her normal one. It was the same voice she used to use when Thomas wasn't able to bring home blood for her, back home. It served as a warning that her temper was frayed, to the point of nearly snapping, and that she was losing control. Normally, she would excuse herself at that point but here... here that wasn't an option. However, before she could do something else - such as actually attacking the man she was advancing toward - fate (or maybe it was Asaph, she wasn't sure anymore) intervened.

With a singular shake of the ground, a large, neon-colored worm burst through the dirt at her feet. With a mouth filled with razor-sharp, pointed teeth, it immediately locked on to the only two warm-bodied presences in its vicinity: the rabbit, and John. Unfortunately for the creature, while it was fast, Abby was faster. And with a loud snarl, partially from frustration and partially from pure fury at having something else intrude on her solitude, she spun toward the worm and punched it as hard as she could. It slid back a few feet, landing at the water's edge, then laid there, clearly dazed.

Quickly, Abby looked back to John, fully intending on telling him to run... only to sense the worm strike out behind her. Before she could turn back, teeth were sinking into her side and she was suddenly airborn, being yanked back by the creature's iron-clad bite. The last thing she saw before she was dragged down, into the water, was another worm surging up from the ground where the first one had appeared moments earlier.

She just hoped, for his sake, that John hadn't actually come all the way out there without a weapon because he definitely was going to need one, now.

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