Hell. Yes, this had to be what hell was because nothing could be worse than this. Jokull was certain that if anything had ever been worse for this than anyone then they would've died on the spot. This was a man who was used to causing pain in others, not having it inflicted on him. Not even a little bit. Though a little corner of his mind piped up that if this was what Linnea'd gone through during their marriage than good. Good, she deserved every bit of it and - oh god, the pain was gone.
Jokull drew in a ragged breath until he heard gunshots and had his familiar's frantic thoughts streamed directly into his brain. Eyes wide he looked up to find Nikita pointing a gun right at Arich. His throat clenched because he knew that if anything happened to the spider then he was dead. "Get away from him." Why wasn't he coming up with any spells to cast? The pain he'd gone through, the blood loss and the fear was combining to block his mind up.
You don't have to shoot me, Arich informed Nikita. Then, the spider skittered off towards the door. Standing there wasn't doing him any sort of good and at least he could try to get away. Getting shot by a vampire wasn't something that the spider wanted to happen.