Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West
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Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/ ( Read more... )
Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/ ( Read more... )
He'd almost forgotten what it was like. Magic, he'd called it once, being all of seventeen years old and at a loss for grander words to describe the sensation of pure movement. Stefan ran straight through the winding hallways, his feet barely making a noise, dodging around people without ever being seen. It wasn't just the speed, it was the power too. This feeling of being stronger and faster than anything alive, of feeling capable of doing anything, being anyone. He'd taken it granted, at times - how could he not, when being a vampire had become as essential as breathing to him? What little he remembered about being human was that what he'd been here, this weakening caused by a device or witchcraft or whatever else, wasn't anything close to it ( ... )
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Once he hit a hallway away from the blocks, he took off fast enough to put a bullet to shame. Within three seconds he had passed by everything, everything he meant to stop at - past the male block, the female block - everything was getting slightly fainter and he could just barely recognize his own thoughts in the chaos, just barely.
There were so many heart beats, twisted up in words he wasn't actually hearing, so many people rejoicing and searching and it was all just too damn much. Even now, Aguilar couldn't stop torturing him, it wasn't bad enough last night -
Within three seconds from just outside his own block he had crashed into the wall of the main hallway outside all of the patient blocks - not a wall this time, something softer, and a heartbeat was pounding in his ear but all he could hear was joy, no confusion or fear or trepidation but joy. It smelled familiar and without thinking he was snarling, pinning the body under him that he had sent to the floor. Because it was familiar, it was like him which meant ( ... )
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He sounded back a growl to match the animal snarl which filled his ears, and breathed in a strange, inhuman scent (but not unfamiliar - what was it?) before his eyes had caught up to what he was seeing. A too-white face, blood red eyes, teeth bared.
Edward?
Stefan blinked, forcing away the haze of blood lust and aggression, echoing the thought of calm down over and over in his head until he felt his heart slow. "Edward," he repeated aloud this time, his hands and arms and legs still on the other vampire's body, ( ... )
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"Oh," he said, letting his thoughts catch up, "oh, god. I'm so sorry Stefan, I can't -"
Calm down. That was his thought this time ( ... )
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Stop. Stefan took a deep breath and focused on clearing his head, emptying it of everything but the most immediate concerns. He might not be able to understand what Edward was going through right now, but he could at least not add to the problem. It was easy. He'd had enough practice over the decades when it came to controlling the slippery paths of his thoughts ( ... )
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Carlisle would never believe me.
He didn't believe it himself. Even with the evidence in front of him, even though he knew he had seen the vampire inside of Stefan, the way his face and eyes changed - it was all very much mired in the pop culture Edward had spent the last century wading through. And the speed. Stefan had lifted them with ease, moved with the speed that was thoughtless and entirely supernatural.
Edward couldn't help but wonder what he seemed like to Stefan, who was human in so many ways Edward was not. Soft skin, warmth, a pulse. While he was cold, dead, stone. He wasn't sure how to feel. He felt - power. Like they all did. The kind of power you only appreciated when it had been taken from you.
"This is like last night. I remember hearing I.R.I.S. before, but this is all... worrisome. Something's gone wrong for Aguilar, I
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Sobriety settled back on his shoulders, that brief delirious feeling of invincibility giving way to the realization that the first thing these soldiers would need to do was contain them. Stefan was less worried about dealing with what they might throw at him than he was about what might happen to Elena if she got caught in the middle of all this. She'd promised to stay in her room until he came, but... Elena being Elena ( ... )
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Bella. He clung to the thought immediately, already pushing the words to make his way to her to his lips. Stefan would understand; Edward was entirely sure he would also be on his way to find Elena, or to at least make sure his brother had found her. (Was his brother like this, too? Only natural. God, if Emmett was still here ( ... )
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They were, however, an unwelcome distraction. Even as Stefan fought off the dogs at Edward's back, dodging teeth and tearing limbs to make sure the beasts didn't rise again, he looked for an opening to escape. He had the sense that this wasn't random, that the animals were specifically targeting them, and each second they spent held up here meant another second they weren't protecting Elena and Bella ( ... )
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