The Lee-Dee-Yaaaaa!! (enjoytheadorbs) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-10-10 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | john mitchell, lydia bennet |
Who: Lydia Bennet (Open to Mitchell or could stand alone)
What: Her friend just died in front of her. And she's not doing so well herself.
When: BOOM SPLODEY duh, come on
Where: Much's flat (or really, just outside of it)
Warnings: Blood! ...when you're dating a blood addicted vampire, that IS a warning
It was happening all over again. It was like in December, only there weren't demons to fight and creatures to kill. Just loud noises all over and things falling and crashing and it was a bit like the earthquakes back home but worse, because she'd never had one this bad. Minor things, some shaking, mostly just roll over and go back to sleep sorts of things. This though... This she couldn't ignore.
The day had been fun. Richard, for as stuffy as he was, wasn't bad at all. He was kind of sweet when he loosened up and he really did just want to please Much. And party planning was Lydia's forte and she loved it. She'd gotten in touch with the RenFaire and found out they had a banquet thing they could all go to after the archery competition and she was excited and she knew Much was, too. He was always so hopeful where Robin was concerned. Even when their friend had been at his darkest, she and Much hadn't strayed. It was their common ground and the reason Much had come to mean so much to her.
And now he was dead. Those last words, the coughed up blood... It made her head hurt, her heart hurt, and the rest of her body...well, no. That wasn't from watching her friend die. That was from the debris that had hit her. A cabinet had hit her in the back of the head, bruising her back pretty badly. But it was fine. Really.
Okay, her vision was a little blurry. But it would clear up in a few minutes. She had to get help. Maybe someone could still save Much. Someone should probably look Richard over, too. And her...
Well. Now it was getting a little hazy. She'd made it to the front door before she'd finally collapsed. Her back ached, her chest hurt...nope, she wouldn't be walking any further for a bit. Not yet. Time. She needed time and she didn't know if she had it.
Damn, she wasn't dying again, was she? Because that was just crap.
When she felt the warm trickle down her neck, she knew something was wrong. Something more serious than she'd wanted to believe. Her eyes closed and she thought of Jane. Sweet, dependable Jane. She couldn't die. Jane needed her. And what would happen to Mitchell? He'd already gone mad when Maleficent had taken her, what would he do if she died? And Robin. Scruffy was going to need someone. All the someones. Much was gone.
She pulled out her phone and pulled up her update page but words refused to come out properly. The word 'help', though...yeah, that one looked right. Clicking 'post' was the last thing she remembered. After that, everything went black.