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/

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[sanguinario]

Ah. Stefan answered his silent question without ever knowing it. He looked inhuman. Edward supposed he wasn't surprised. It was just a lot easier for humans to be distracted by his looks by than what the looks made him appear to be. He was, for all intents and purposes, just a corpse. A dolled up, prettied corpse, with shining skin and bright, colored eyes. The perfect amount of distraction, enough to get close to prey. Like he needed the help. The speed was all he required.

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 -)

They turned as a pair. The animals were a pack, surrounding them with the movements of one, larger organism. Growls, the movement of wet, exposed muscle and bone, and the click of claws on tile echoed around in his head. He bared his teeth at the dogs, and then changed it to a smile when he looked back to Stefan.

"No need to worry tonight, right?" Relish it while we can, he wanted to say, but he was afraid that sounded too much like a monster. He didn't mean the kill. He meant being them again.

Edward shot forward, sweeping the closest dog with enough force to send it slamming against the opposite wall, bones snapping with ease. Its pack mate leaped forward, jaws closing around Edward's arm until they slipped off, unable to find purchase in biting a hunk of what was relatively the equivalent to solid rock. It didn't even leave a mark besides tearing his sleeve.

He twisted its head a hundred and eighty degrees, letting it drop to the floor. It didn't move after.

[broodings]

At Edward's assured smile, Stefan heard himself laugh. He watched Edward in that next second, fascinated by the force and speed of his graceful movements, as deadly efficient as a vampire even two or three hundred years older than him. And the second was over, and Stefan was moving too, his face changing at the smell of blood in the air. He might not be as strong as any vampire fuelled by the normal diet, but a few rabid animals still posed no real threat.

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.

The hunger drummed inside of him as Stefan turned to face the next animal, moving into kill before it could move against him, but the dog was unresisting when he grabbed it, and he was still too much of a ripper to not notice when his prey wasn't fighting back. Its mad red eyes drooped sleepily, and Stefan became aware of a girl's clear voice singing somewhere.

The pack now lay motionless around him and Edward, most of them dead, the rest asleep. Stefan wasn't going to question it. He touched Edward lightly on the shoulder - let's go - and ran before anything else decided to track them down.

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