Clifford "Cliff" Healey (dhampir_boy) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-01-11 19:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~cliff healey, ~gypsie zollerman |
Dance With Death
Who: Cliff and Gypsie
Where: Random streets
When: Tuesday, January 11th – early morning
Cliff hadn't had the best night so far, in all honesty. He'd gone out to get his weekly supply of blood from his local butcher but didn't get very far. As what... so often happened when he went out late at night, he'd heard a struggle – and despite the fact that he wasn't very well trained, he always went to help those in need. Tonight, it didn't go so well. While he'd been able to help the person in danger, and sent them well on their way, he'd also been run through with a sword before managing to kill the demon that had attacked him.
Breathing heavily, he tried to take a few steps out onto the open street, but soon collapsed in the alleyway, sword still protruding from his stomach, and leaned back against the wall, his eyes fluttering. He reached into his pocket for his phone but, lacking strength, he dropped it. So... this was how he was going to die, huh? … Not cool.
That morning Gypsie had walked Joey to the high school. Ever since the other girl had been attacked by vampires, Gypsie went into over protective mode where the teen was concerned. Even with the sun having risen to light the morning sky, Gypsie insisted on walking her closest friend to school. And after parting ways on the steps of the school, after making plans to meet up at the ice cream shop later that day for their weekly indulgence of frozen goodness, Gypsie headed off with an uneasy feeling of foreboding. And it wasn't until she had covered the distance of a couple blocks that Gypsie realized she was headed in the direction of Cliff's place and the butcher shop. And the closer the slayer seemed to get to that area the stronger that sense of foreboding seemed to get, and Gypsie had to fight an almost overpowering urge to break into a run to close out the remaining distance. When she reached the alleyway, and had crossed it halfway, the slayer found herself stopping abruptly with a slow turn to look off into the alley's depth. It was then that she caught sight of a familiar form slumped on the ground against the wall of a building.
"Cliff!" The name shouted out as the slayer rushed into the alley toward the severely injured dhampir.
Cliff roused slightly at the sound of Gyspie's voice, groaning and blinking up at her. If he'd had any faculties left he might have joked about her being an angel sent from heaven or something, as it was, however... he didn't. He also... looked paler than usual, if it was possible. "…Hi."
"What happened?" The question spilling out as Gypsie sunk to her knees beside the boy. It was quite evident that the boy had been embedded with a sword as was obvious by the hilt of a sword protruding from his mid section, what Gypsie was unsure of and wanted to know was who had used the sword on the dhampir and why. The slayer would have tried extracting the weapon, but she was unsure if that would end up doing more harm then good for the half vampire/half human teen.
"...Demon," Cliff explained simply, pointing vaguely off to one side. If he'd been give the chance, he would have disposed of the demon's body properly... of course, being stabbed through the gut, surely he could be forgiven for being a little lax. "It's... just a flesh wound," he tried to joke, before coughing and spluttering up blood. As much as he tried to joke, there was no denying that he was in a bad way. "Or... worse."
"We need to get you to the hospital." Gypsie had only given the slightest of glances further down the alley to where the demon lay motionless. The thing at the moment was the least of their problems. To the slayer, Cliff's condition looked quite grave, and that had her worried. Though part of her was against it, the other half was trying to tell her to move the teen and get him to the hospital in the quickest manner possible. The other half won out and Gypsie moved to slide her arms around the dhampir in an attempt to try and get him up to his feet.
Unfortunately, Cliff was like a dead weight at this point, so it took more effort on her part to get him up. He tried to bite back a yelp when she moved him, randomly wondering how people even got to the hospital in these situations if they were in so much pain. Then again... they probably didn't get there at all. He shook his head slowly, trying to shake the dizzies out of his head.
The slayer barely got two steps with the full weight of the dhampir steadied against her when Gypsie found herself stopping. Not only was she trying to move the boy, who at the moment was like trying to carry dead weight, Gypsie worried that she was doing more harm to him when Cliff slumped against her in a cry of agony. "Do you have your phone?" Asking as she very gently lowered the injured teen down to the floor of the alley. Calling an ambulance seemed to be her only option at the moment, and since Gypsie didn't have a cell phone of her own, those mobile devices cost money the slayer didn't have, she was going to have to use Cliff's.
"...Somewhere," he muttered, looking around blearily. "Dropped it." He pressed his head back against the wall and wet his lips. It was funny how... thirsty he was, he realized, despite how much agony he was in. "Sorry. I'm... not being very helpful," he sputtered.
"You're weak. You've lost a lot of blood... " And that was when it hit her. Blood was what he survived on and if he was losing that and not replenishing it... Gypsie shook her head to purge that thought from her head. "You need to feed, don't you?" That was the only way the slayer could think of to replenish what he was presently lacking. Fresh blood.
He looked at her sharply, not entirely used to discussing his... feeding habits with her, and bobbed his head once. "...A lot," he told her weakly, before looking down at the sword again, thinking that he'd love nothing more than to pull it out of his gut right now, but he knew that that would cause further complications and for the moment, refrained from doing it.
"Then feed." Gypsie settled down on the alley floor beside the dhampir and pulled the hair out of the way thus exposing the pulsing vein in her neck. She wasn't completely sure about this, but Gypsie wasn't about to stand by and possibly watch Cliff die. He meant too much to her for the slayer to allow that to happen.
"...No." He shook his head, his eyes widening as soon as he realized that she meant what she said. "I'd sooner die then... do that to you..." Which, yes, he realized would likely happen in a few moments, if he didn't drink her blood.
Gypsie could feel a swirl of anger rise within her as Cliff seemed to rather argue with her then do what was needed. "I'm not going to let you die. Feed."
"No," he repeated, trying to put more force behind the word this time. Good God, even near death he was willing to fight her. That's love for you.
If Cliff could be hardheaded even in his weakened state, Gypsie could be more so. And the slayer was determined that he live, even if she almost killed him in the process. "I'm not going to let you die." She practically hissed at the boy grabbing for the hilt of the sword and with what strength she had, Gypsie pulled it out and cast the weapon aside as more blood started to seep out of the wound. "Feed from me!" The slayer grabbed a handful of the dhampir's hair as she leaned in toward him and forced his mouth to the curve of her neck as she felt tears welling in her eyes. She feared that even though she was provoking him into the action, Cliff would be too stubborn to allow himself to be baited. He seemed to rather die then take anything from her.
Cliff yelled out as soon as she yanked the sword from his stomach, his eyes widening as pinpricks of pain flared in his vision and without any sort of conscious thought, he did what came oh-so-natural to him. He bared his fangs and sunk them deeply into her throat, drinking from her hungrily as he slowly felt his strength returning.
A gasp left her lips when Gypsie felt the dhampir's sharpened teeth puncture her neck to drink of the sweet crimson that now flowed out from her punctured vein. As he drank, Gypsie felt herself getting lightheaded weak, and the more he took to restore his strength, the weaker Gypsie felt herself growing.
His wound had stopped bleeding and was already in the process of healing but... if he'd been given a chance to warn her, he would have told her about his blood lust and how... uncontrollable it could be. With a hand to the back of her head, he quickly moved them to the ground, squashing her under his weight and continued to drink.
A moan escaped her lips as she felt the full weight of the boy now pressing down on top of her. A hurtful cry slipped out when Gypsie tried to speak as she felt herself losing consciousness from the amount of blood being drained from her. As Cliff continued to grow stronger and regenerate his wound, Gypsie continued to weaken. With a last minute attempt to communicate with the dhampir before the black void swirling around her mind completely consumed her , the slayer weakly reached up to limply grasp a handful of hair and tug on it.
Cliff growled against Gypsie's throat, working on pure animal instinct right now. When she tugged his hair, his first instinct was to turn around and lunge at whoever had interrupted him, but quickly realized that she was trying to get his attention... and with a horrified yelp, he pulled away from her, clutching a hand to his chest. "Gypsie? Gypsie, are you okay?" He took one of her wrists and turned it over to check her pulse. "Talk to me..."
Her eyes fluttered open barely able to focus on the boy as her mouth moved as she tried speaking, but no voice seemed to find the words she struggled to say. That swirling black void finally pulled the slayer into unconsciousness with her breathing now slow and shallow.
"Shit," he muttered, quickly picking her up as if he hadn't been almost stabbed to death. Walking out to the mouth of the alleyway, he looked left and then right, trying to figure out the quickest route to the hospital, hoping, more than anything, that he could get her there in time.