Here I stand
Date: 24 July 2010 (backdated) Characters: Cam Alvarez, Connor Moran, Emmeline Vance, NPC!werewolves Location: Outside The Three Broomsticks Private/Public: Private Rating: R for violence and language Summary: Cam leaves work and gets jumped, among other things. Completion: In progress
Cam She’d just finished locking up the pub, and as about to make her way over to where Connor and Murphy were to feed them. Merlin knew they were helpless and couldn’t feed themselves. Last time Connor had tried, well, lets just say Diagon Alley almost didn’t make it because of it. Sliding her key in her pocket, she turned her back to the door, as well as the alley that ran along side of the pub, and started her treck across the village to the boy’s apartment.
The blow came unexpectedly, and from behind. There was no possible way she could have anticipated it, especially since she had no idea that the assailants were there. A large hunk of wood collided with her back, sending her down onto her knees. Knowing that being hit from behind was never a good thing, she dropped to the ground completely, rolling over just in time to see a woman launching herself at Cam, and a man stepping back into the shadows, holding a two by four. Well, this wasn’t good. Cam managed to use the woman’s own momentum to propel her over the top of herself by sticking her foot in the woman’s stomach. What the hell was going on with these people? They looked crazed, like they were on some sort of muggle drug or something.
Scrambling to her feet, she tried to run back towards the pub, but she didn’t get far. The man hiding out in the shadows tripped her, and she fell flat on her face. No sooner had she hit the ground, she felt the full weight of a body on top of her, and a sharp pain in the crook of her neck. She screamed as she felt warm liquid running down her chest and back. Trying to get a good look at whatever it was that was on her back, she saw a flash of blond hair. Fuck, had that woman just bit her? She kicked, lashing out with her legs and arms, trying to get the woman off of her, but she seemed to sink her teeth in deeper. Cam was terrified. Sure, she’d been in fights before, hell, she’d been in fights three on one, her being the one, but nothing compared to this. She felt helpless
Cam had no idea how long it lasted. Minutes? Hours? Time just seemed to run together. She knew that the man and woman took turns, biting her here and there, drawing blood every time. They weren't vampires, that much she could tell. But there was something animalistic about them, almost feral. Then suddenly, it was done. She felt the weight of the woman lift off of her, heard the crunching of their retreating foot steps, but what stuck with her was their laughter. Her eye lids were heavy, threatening to close, and she didn’t have the energy to fight them anymore.
Connor Stupid work. Connor missed his old job. He would have never thought it possible, but what was that phrase, you never missed something until it was gone? He’d done “the right thing” by staying later and trying to get that stupid seven lock trunk to work. He’d fixed four of the seven locks so they all worked properly, but the last ones were being stubborn. And, normally he’d just given up for the night and start fresh in the morning, and enlist Murph’s help, but Connor had sort of fallen asleep in the process. So, checking the clock on the wall, it was too late to go visit Cam at work, so he figured he’d just head home and see if she was there.
To say that things had been weird between them was a bit of an understatement. Granted they’d gotten better since they both arrived, however, with this new Aiden development....well...it was what it was. He still really hadn’t said anything, mainly because he was still getting over it, and besides, it wasn’t like it was Cam’s kid or anything. Wouldn’t be so bad would it? a small voice popped into his head. But before Connor could argue back, he heard a scream coming from down the road.
His head snapped to the side and his jaw dropped for a moment just at the sight of what was going on. Two people pinning another one down, feeding off of her? That couldn’t be right, but it was. “Fuck.” Connor said as he just starting running towards the situation, not even thinking about it. He pulled out his wand and started shooting off every spell he could thing of to get them off of the girl laying there. He’d managed to hit the arm of one of them. Maybe it was the prospective of getting hit with more spells, or the sight of a crazed Irishman running down the street yelling, and cursing (variations of “fuck you”every direction between spells) and drawing attention to the situation, but it didn’t take long for, whatever they were, to run off.
Connor skidded to a halt and onto his knees to see if the girl was alright. And suddenly it was as if someone had thrown him into a ice cold lake. He swept away familiar dark hair to reveal the face of his best friend lying there, bleeding half to death. “Fuck.” he repeated. “Cam? Cam? Can you hear me?” he said tapping her face kind of hard to see if he could get any reaction. He checked for a pulse, there was one, but it wasn’t very strong. Connor had always sucked at healing spells, it just was fact. He pulled off his shirt and tied it around the most serious wound as tight as he could, trying to keep the pressure on it. “Suck it up.” he said trying to sound positive, tease her in a way, maybe make her feel a little more relaxed. Hell, he didn’t know. He scooped her up in his arms and took off running as fast as he could towards the clinic that was set up down the road.
Cam When Connor slapped her around, her eyes fluttered beneath her eyelids, but they stayed closed. In her darkness, though, it wasn’t nearly as quiet. Her mind was reliving the insanity of the last few minutes over and over. Her pain was excruciating, and honestly she didn’t know how on earth someone, a fellow witch or wizard, could do something like this to someone else. That was, of course, until she thought hard on it. What if they weren’t just your average, every day wizard? She’d heard tales of a werewolf that had been part of the Great War who liked to bite people even when it wasn’t the full moon. Who was she kidding, Dominique’s father was one of that asshole’s victims.
His running jarred her to momentary consciousness. Her head rolled to the side and Cam found herself confronted with Connor’s very naked chest. Not that she minded of course. Or at least she didn’t think she did? She couldn’t think very clearly at the moment. The pain made it hard to think. “Are you naked?”
Connor/Emmeline Connor had just reached the door and was trying to practically break it down when Cam started to speak. It took him a moment to process what she just said. His best friend was all but bleeding to death and she was wondering if he was naked? He shook his head and tried saying something but decided to can the sarcasm for now. “No. Just took off me shirt to make sure you don’t die on me.” he said bluntly. Finally a dark haired woman answered the door.
“What happened?” she demanded as she lead Connor and Cam over to a bed. Connor set Cam down as gently as he could.
“I don’t know. She was attacked by...something. I didn’t get a good look, but there were too of them. Managed to scare them off before I could destroy them meself.” he said crossing his arms not realizing that the look Emmeline was giving him was because he was covered in Cam’s blood just from holding her.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave now, while I work on her.”
“Like hell I am.” he said stubbornly as he leaned against one of the walls.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay unless you’re a family member or-” she started just as stubbornly.
“I’m her feckin’ boyfriend. Good enough for yah?” he lied. He didn’t know why he said it, it just popped out of his mouth. But Emmeline must have believed him because she kept healing Cam without saying to much more. After about ten minutes of her working in near silence Connor couldn’t take it anymore. “You goin’ to tell me what bowsie did this to her? Or at least what the fucks going on?” he demanded after he finished yet another lap of the room.
“First of all...” Emmeline said in a patient yet very firm voice. “you’re going to have to calm down, or I will throw you out myself, and don’t think that I won’t.” she said with a small defiant smile. “Second of all, I’m not sure what’s going on. I’m going to have to do some blood work and some digging. It’ll take a few hours.”
Connor wanted to argue back, just the look on his face said everything right there. He was pissed off, he wanted to do something but was at a complete loss of what to do.
“I’m going to go get something a little stronger for the pain. I’ll be back soon.” Emmeline said walking out of the room. Connor just stood there for a moment staring at the spot in the floor. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to beat someone’s ass in. He just wanted to destroy something. He kicked at a nearby table as hard as he could, flipping it over.
Cam Cam was in and out of consciousness, which meant she only caught snippets of the conversation between Emmeline and Connor. She was fairly certain that she heard Connor saying that he was her boyfriend, which was kind of weird. But then again, she was in so much pain that she was pretty sure she hallucinated it.
When Connor kicked the table, she rolled her head and looked at him. “What’d the table do to you, hmm?” Her voice was weak, her eyes only half open. She was trying really hard not to let the pain consume her, because, frankly, she didn’t want to close her eyes again. Closing her eyes meant reviewing the situation over and over again, and she really didn’t want that.
Connor Connor paused at the sound of Cam’s voice before he took another foot to a nearby chair. He walked quickly over to the bed and knelt down next to it. Unsure of how “touch-y-feel-y” he should get right now ( a new a scary territory for him as well), he gently pushed pack some of her matted hair away from her forehead and smiled softly.
“You know me, I love a good fight.” he said with a short laugh that clearly sounded forced. “I’m sorry.” he said. He wasn’t sure what for, but he somehow felt like this was somehow all of his fault. He hated seeing her like this. Maybe it was for not protecting her like he should have, or not going back right now and destroying every last one of those sons-of-bitches who did this.
Cam She tried to give him what she hoped was a skeptical look. “I hope for your sake the furniture doesn’t decide to fight back.” She said with a strained half-smile. She was keeping the pain back for Connors sake. If he hadn’t been there, she probably would have just broken down, probably cried for her mother even though she knew there was no possible way that her mother would even care that she was in pain. Or if she did she would probably just bitch about how Cam’s pain was a result of the devil being in her.
Taking a deep breath, Cam let it out slowly. “Hey, not your fault.” She moved her hand over and sat it on top of his. “Shoulda ... kicked their asses.”