Nomak had waited, and waited, gathering resources and carefully planning out the next few strikes. Finally, it was time to act once more
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Deacon felt the rumbles in the ground before he saw anything happen to the tower. At first, it didn't compute. Was this an earthquake? In fucking New York? What the fuck was that? Then as the building began to shift, he realized what was going on.
His eyes burned red as rage overtook him. Blood dripped from his palms as his nails stabbed deep holes into them, and he didn't notice. Somebody was attacking his tower. No, worse, they already had. They had bombed his fucking tower! The place where he carried out most of his business!
All of his rage evaperated however as he heard Pepper's 'I love you' on the wind and remembered that she was still in the building that was falling. Suddenly he knew more terror than rage, and that was absolutely foreign to him.
"PEPPER!"
His voice roared up into the night sky, and many people turned to look at him and back at the building. They realized what was happening somewhat later than him, and suddenly there was a mass panic as people ran from the building screaming. Meanwhile, He leapt straight up into the air with the strength of a god. Deacon literally flew up stories and stories from the power behind his leap and he crashed into the penthouse through the folding glass doors. His eyes immediately located his lover and he had time for but one word as he opened his arms to her.
She'd been thrown off the couch onto the floor as the metal screamed in protest, and the walls, the floors shook like an angry child with a toy. Glass smashed to the floor, the paintings dropping off the walls.
Terrified she tried making it to her knees, the building making it hard to walk, harder to run. Dropping back to the floor, she started crawling then threw herself to the side just as huge swiss grandfather clock swayed, smashed onto the floor next to her. "Deacon" Earthquake, it had to be! She had to get to the office and get her security files and get the hell out! Unfortunately the concept of how she was going to get out hadn't hit her yet.
And then he was there from out of nowhere, in the doorway in front of her. Yelling in a voice louder than she'd ever heard before, arms wide to take her to safety. Getting to her feet, ignoring the broken glass that sliced into her Pepper ran into Deacon's arms, leaving a path of bloody footprints on the floor behind her.
"Deacon! Earthquake! I gotta get our files - the security access info" Wincing, she cowered against him, sobbing.
Standing at the window in nearby building's darkest room, Nomak held up a martini glass filled with a recent victim; a rare indulgence, but he felt this time was worth it. Beside him, Sharif was being trusted -barely- with a video camera to record this moment for posterity, and the world was a damn fine place just now.
Seeing Deacon leap a tall building in a single bound, he grimaced slightly; even though he'd planned for this eventuality, it still irked him that killing La Magra took so much doing at this point. Still, even that shouldn't be insurmountable, in time.. His spare hand held up a radio to the relay. "Tell our man to wait until he's on his way back down." A slightly tinny voice returned, "All right, but he says that a moving target like that is going to screw with his accuracy.." "He'll do what he can, and get paid for what he does."
Meanwhile, on the building opposite and three up from the now-Leaning Tower of Frost, the sniper from last time kept an eye on the situation with the tool of his trade at the ready. He carefully chambered his single explosive bullet and waited patiently..
Frost was furious as he held Pepper in his arms. His fortress had been attacked and now his lover had been fucked with. There was really no better way to anger him, and his bloodred eyes indicated his inner rage as much as his gritted teeth did.
His nod was barely perceptable to Pepper, and he zipped away to get the files. Before she could even begin to falter or fall, he was holding her again. However, as the building rumbled all around them, his thoughts went back to another property vandalism. Somebody was targeting him. Briefly he wondered if the sniper was back. Fuck, why not check?
Quickly he took Pepper in his arms and then strode over to the window he had busted in through, handing the files to her for safekeeping. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the cityscape. Which direction would a sniper be hiding in? Which direction would give him or her the best shot? There were so many options...
The sniper yawned, having stayed up a little too long watching a Charmed marathon last night. Shifting to take some more No-Doz, expecting the target to be a little longer, he accidentally jostles the gun in just the wrong way.. which immediately shot through the windowglass at the perilously tilting tower.
Frost's ears perked as he heard the shot and immediately turned his head in the direction that it came from. Over there. Now he had a direction, and his extremely advanced senses could even pinpoint the origin of the shot to within a few buildings. Now he had to just concentrate and let the blood talk to him...
...Talk to him it did, too. It took only a few scary seconds of the building continuing to crumble to locate a man with a sniper rifle. His blood in the form of a trained sniper's position gave him away. Pay fucking dirt.
He shed his shoes and gripped Pepper tighter into his arms. "Hold on. I've got some business to take care of."
With no more warning than that, he leapt out the window and started running along the outter wall, his toes digging into the granite for support that was barely needed as he moved so fast. He ran even as the building began to fall, ran around the building to the west side and leapt to the roof of the next building. Without even pausing he leapt two more and crashed through the rest of the window's glass right on top of the sniper. Although he cared greatly for Pepper, he thought she'd understood being pushed to the side for the moment. He quickly set her down and as the startled man began to lift his gun, he grabbed it and tossed it out the window.
"Boo." It all happened before the man even got to finish his curse.
Then he grabbed the front of the man's vest and jerked him forward so that they were eye to bloodred eye.
"So you're the little shit who shot me in the head last time. Oh, and look here..." Frost tapped a small mic on the man that he had been using to relay information along Nomak's network. "Is this thing on?" He tapped it a few more times, listening to the feedback in the man's headphones. Frost grinned. "I guess it is. You know, I really have to hand it to you, whoever you are. When you set out to piss off a god, Jesus Christ, you're fucking good at it! I don't know why you do it, if you've got a death wish or your just a little out of your gourd, but hell. We all do what we've got to do to get our kicks, right? Right."
He paused. "Oh, you don't have to answer. I don't expect you to. You've done such a fine job of being a little sewer rat and hiding from me. Why fuck it up now, huh? But hey, don't worry. You've done almost everything right. You just underestimated me a little, but most people just aren't used to dealing with gods so it's forgivable. I'm going to send a little message to you now, so listen up. Are you ready? All ears? Good."
Frost raised a hand in front of the sniper's face. "Don't worry, you'll only feel a little pressure as your doctor would say." He smirked. "But then, everyone knows most doctors are fucking liars."
The man began to tremble and then moan in agony as his blood slowly started gathering towards the surface of his face. It became swollen and very purple as Frost took his time with it. His moans became yells became screams as blood suddenly began bursting through every single pore, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and his ears. The stream was excrutiatingly slow, wafting up to Frost's hand and into it as he absorbed it. The screams became more intense, echoing off the buildings around them as they became full throated and yet had a sickeningly garbled quality to them as blood came out of his mouth too.
Eventually, it was done and the man's bloodless corpse sagged in Frost's grip. He looked at it with disdain. The blood had talked to him, but not nearly as much as he'd expected or wanted it to. Fuck, all he got was the impression that the guy though of him as some military fuckup that needed taking out. That was just insulting. Jesus. A fucking military experiment.
"Was it loud and clear, buddy?" His voice became low and dangerous. "You can hide in your filthy little pits, but I'm going to find you. You've accomplished your goal; you've made me mad. Now I'm coming for you, and you won't escape. Over and fucking out."
He threw the corpse headfirst out the window and watched as it sailed through the air and crunched down below. The screams reverbrating in the mic had to be bad enough, but he could hardly imagine what the sound of first the body crunching and then the mic crunching must make.
She looked at him in shock, staring numbly as Deacon picked her up, held her in his arms. Looking towards the elevator alcove, she clutched the files with one hand, and wrapped the other behind her lover's neck. But instead of heading to the elevator amidst the flying debris, Deacon headed toward - the window? "Deacon there's nothing out here, there's no, nothing and.." He wasn't listening to her, his head swivveling back and forth as if he were listening to music she could not hear.
"Business? But - DEACON!" She muffled her scream in the cloth of his shirt as he threw them both out the broken window. Her thin robe did nothing to protect her from the fierce winds and the billowing smoke as it swirled around them while he raced to safety. For several heart-stopping seconds she could only hold him close, terrified as he ran while the building fell. The files slipped out of her hands, forgotten as she clutched him to her and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the ground as it raced up to meet them. Then without warning they were in the air, leaping over the firey abyss and onto another building, then one more.
Pepper finally looked up, just in time to see them heading for a window in another high-rise building. She watched the reflection of herself in the glass and beyond, a shadowed figure on the other side. "Deac.. lover no" she whispered, horrified, then turned her head away. Deacon twisted to the side as he kicked the window, shattering the glass bare moments before his momentum carried both he and his lover inside. However, for all that, Pepper was still hit by the shrapnel of the razer sharp glass as the window exploded around them. Swiftly placed on the floor, she half slid, half crawled away from her demon-god lover and his prey.
When Deacon was done, and the body thrown out the window he would turn to find Pepper all curled up, huddled by a chair and trying desperately not to freak out as she attempted to pluck the pieces of broken glass out of her arms and legs. A larger section of glass sliced into her thigh, the blood welling over her leg and pooling on the floor. "Deac.. " she tried to speak. "Dropped the files, I dropped the files so sorry sorry dropped the files Deacon" Her fingers continued to pick at the fragments of glass in her skin, and for all the world looking like her flesh was studded in diamonds and blood.
The relay paled, hearing Frost's voice come through. "You've set out to piss off a god, and you've succeeded..." At the sound of the sniper's screams, he doubled over, vomiting all over the floor to the side of his desk. After the whistling of passing air started through the microphone, he cut the switch.. just in time to avoid the horrific noise of the dessicated corpse crashing to earth. Drawing the back of his hand shakily over his mouth, he threw a nervous glance at the two Reapers standing guard over him. "Looks like somebody's gonna have to get a mop!" He joked nervously, regretting it as soon as they looked at him.
Taking a slug of whiskey from the flask he'd gotten, he steeled his nerves and opened the channel to Nomak. "Sir? You're going to want to hear this..." The tape of Frost's words and actions started to play.
Still staring out the window, comm held up to his ear, Nomak listened dispassionately to the burbling wreckage of the sniper's grisly death. Upon finishing, he instructed a playback and tossed it to Sharif. "And THAT is why we don't let the left hand know what the right hand is doing. If the left hand only has a hazy idea too, so much the better. Always best to stay hands-off with a threat like this, until you're ready for a killing stroke."
Sharif nodded, grimacing at the sounds of carnage. "Yes, Master. What do we do now?"
"Now? We wait. After that, we see. We might be able to get a little more out of this than planned, after all.."
Frost turned as he heard Pepper speaking and saw the state she was in. His rage did not evaporate, as he was an evil vengeful creature who had just been royally fucked with, but he saw through it because of just how much he cared for her. Without any further delay he knelt next to her and looked at all of the places where she was bleeding out the precious blood he loved so much.
"Jesus Christ. Pepper...fuck, I am going to kill the bastard that did this to you, to us." He seethed.
He took a few deep breaths. "The little shit has to know I'm here. But let him come."
Deacon held a hand over her, sensing the blood that he knew so well as it leaked from her body. He growled softly, but he knew what he had to try to do.
"Hold still, babe."
He concentrated on the blood, using the traces of it on and around each piece of glass to lift them up and out of her. When he had a cloud of glass shards including the largest one, he allowed it to drift away from her and then caused the blood to deposit it in a neat pile in the corner. After that, he redirected the blood back to her and, after making sure to have the blood deposit any impurities picked up from the glass or being out of her body, reinserted it into her and caused her blood to stop flowing so she wouldn't lose any more.
Now he knew that the blood carried what was used to heal people's wounds. Or it had something to do with the healing. Yet he wasn't a doctor and didn't know exactly how it was done. White blood cells? Platelets? What the fuck. If he did something wrong, he could fucking kill her and he wasn't going to do that. Yet they didn't have any bandages handy unless...
Deacon looked over the sniper, who reeked of military, and there was indeed a minor first aid kit. He tore into it and grabbed the bandages and started using them on her larger wounds. Since she was probably better at it, he let her help if she was in the right frame of mind.
"Pepper, help me out here. We don't have much time."
When the larger wounds were taken care of and they were out of bandages, he looked at the lesser ones and then let some of the blood leak out and dried it really fast to form something like a lot of little scabs. It was the best he could do.
He stood and helped her shakily stand as well. "C'mon. Let's get the fuck out of here."
When she protested some more about the security files, he turned around suddenly and hugged her tightly to him wordlessly. They stayed that way for several moments in front of the door until he finally pulled back and kissed her forehead.
"They burned in the fires from the building below. I saw them. And I don't give a fuck. Now let's go home."
She tried, really she did to stay still as her lover pulled the glass shards and slivers out of her body. What was left of her bathrobe he'd taken off her and thrown to the side so that he could work better on her wounds. And soon she began shivering, the blood loss and shock making her cold. Deacon was as gentle as he could be, and worked swiftly as he pulled the jagged shards out of her flesh. Even then, the pain from the process had her curling up and whimpering, and he had to gently tug on one arm or leg at at time to stretch it out and clean it of the sharp, needle edged fragments. Her tears she hid behind the hands that covered her face. At least he couldn't see her crying even if she couldn't keep him from hearing, and knowing that she was.
Her wounds she helpd bandage sloppily, more intent on speed rather than safety. And her mind was finally calming, finally beginning to think again. "Did you say a bomb? Someone.. motherfucker.. Deacon, they tried to kill us! Oh no, the " The enormity of the situation hit again, harder this time. Taking his hand and rising up, she looked around and began to panic. The files, where were the files? Trying to move she nearly stumbled, and clutched him close for support.
"They're gone? They, oh no Deacon." And then she was in his arms, and he was holding her tight and it was suddenly better because he was here and safe, and she was alive and safe. And more importantly, they were together.
She paused him long enough to yank a curtain down off the wall, and draped it around her naked body. Then reaching out, she walked around the glass and the small pools and back into his arms. Silently, holding each other close, they left the apartment and went back to the safety of their own personal hideaway.
Nomak turns, keeping an intent eye on the entrance to the building. Once Frost and his little whore emerged and vacated the area, he motioned quickly to Sharif and they started down on the double.
Reaching street level moments later, Nomak quickly led the way to the sniper's place of ambush and paused at the door, letting Sharif open it just in case. When nothing happened, they went in and took a look at the situation.
"Master... do you smell that?" "Of course I do. That is the smell of your opposition. The smell of the godslut. You can see the little pools of her blood by the glass there, though less than I would have expected from crashing through plate glass. The target must have done something with the rest.. though he must have been too glutted on blood and fury to notice what's left." Nomak didn't make mention of how entrancing the scent was. It wasn't vampire blood, the call of it had to be something else entirely.. He wouldn't touch it. Temptation only proved that the act was ill-advised.
Then he saw Sharif on his hands and knees, sweeping away the glass to get at the blood better. "Master.. I should taste it. Learn all that I can about my foe." Well... "Very well. Learn it all, then."
Sharif gave a hiss of glee, opening his jaw and extending his tongue to drink in all that was there. Luckily, it was tile floor instead of carpet...
Nomak turned, watching out the shattered window from a prudent distance. Just in time to watch the building go CRASH! He smiled in vast amusement. "That's one more step.. Sharif, get up. We're going to search that penthouse quickly." "Yes, Master..." The Reaper in retraining looked up, eyes slightly darker as he obeyed; there wasn't a drop left on the floor.
The two altered vampires, though nowhere near the speed of a Blood God, were fast enough even to make other vampires seem to move like bad stop-motion animation. They rushed down and into the top of the fallen tower, letting their preternatural grips keep them together, and moved about the place with speed and purpose, looking for anything that might give them an edge... "MASTER!" Sharif called from the living room. "There's a file here!" Nomak zipped over there quickly, perusing the contents, and started to smile.. "Their latest security information. This alone makes our search worth it." Then he cocked his deformed earhole to the side, picking up sounds of sirens. A LOT of sirens. He chuckled to himself, "They REALLY need to work on their response time. Our business here is done, Sharif. Time to go."
The Reapers came out in a flash, and were three alleyways away by the time the emergency personnel hit the scene. Let it be blamed on Nightstalkers, terrorists, whoever the hell they wanted. Just so that it was done. With a jerk of his head, Nomak indicated that it was time to go back to the others; they would need supervision after this long a time out from under Nomak's thumb. Sharif followed, mind preoccupied with a filthy, human wench with such amazing flavor..
His eyes burned red as rage overtook him. Blood dripped from his palms as his nails stabbed deep holes into them, and he didn't notice. Somebody was attacking his tower. No, worse, they already had. They had bombed his fucking tower! The place where he carried out most of his business!
All of his rage evaperated however as he heard Pepper's 'I love you' on the wind and remembered that she was still in the building that was falling. Suddenly he knew more terror than rage, and that was absolutely foreign to him.
"PEPPER!"
His voice roared up into the night sky, and many people turned to look at him and back at the building. They realized what was happening somewhat later than him, and suddenly there was a mass panic as people ran from the building screaming. Meanwhile, He leapt straight up into the air with the strength of a god. Deacon literally flew up stories and stories from the power behind his leap and he crashed into the penthouse through the folding glass doors. His eyes immediately located his lover and he had time for but one word as he opened his arms to her.
"MOVE!"
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Terrified she tried making it to her knees, the building making it hard to walk, harder to run. Dropping back to the floor, she started crawling then threw herself to the side just as huge swiss grandfather clock swayed, smashed onto the floor next to her. "Deacon" Earthquake, it had to be! She had to get to the office and get her security files and get the hell out! Unfortunately the concept of how she was going to get out hadn't hit her yet.
And then he was there from out of nowhere, in the doorway in front of her. Yelling in a voice louder than she'd ever heard before, arms wide to take her to safety. Getting to her feet, ignoring the broken glass that sliced into her Pepper ran into Deacon's arms, leaving a path of bloody footprints on the floor behind her.
"Deacon! Earthquake! I gotta get our files - the security access info" Wincing, she cowered against him, sobbing.
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Seeing Deacon leap a tall building in a single bound, he grimaced slightly; even though he'd planned for this eventuality, it still irked him that killing La Magra took so much doing at this point. Still, even that shouldn't be insurmountable, in time.. His spare hand held up a radio to the relay. "Tell our man to wait until he's on his way back down." A slightly tinny voice returned, "All right, but he says that a moving target like that is going to screw with his accuracy.." "He'll do what he can, and get paid for what he does."
Meanwhile, on the building opposite and three up from the now-Leaning Tower of Frost, the sniper from last time kept an eye on the situation with the tool of his trade at the ready. He carefully chambered his single explosive bullet and waited patiently..
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His nod was barely perceptable to Pepper, and he zipped away to get the files. Before she could even begin to falter or fall, he was holding her again. However, as the building rumbled all around them, his thoughts went back to another property vandalism. Somebody was targeting him. Briefly he wondered if the sniper was back. Fuck, why not check?
Quickly he took Pepper in his arms and then strode over to the window he had busted in through, handing the files to her for safekeeping. His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the cityscape. Which direction would a sniper be hiding in? Which direction would give him or her the best shot? There were so many options...
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"Oh, Sh-"
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...Talk to him it did, too. It took only a few scary seconds of the building continuing to crumble to locate a man with a sniper rifle. His blood in the form of a trained sniper's position gave him away. Pay fucking dirt.
He shed his shoes and gripped Pepper tighter into his arms. "Hold on. I've got some business to take care of."
With no more warning than that, he leapt out the window and started running along the outter wall, his toes digging into the granite for support that was barely needed as he moved so fast. He ran even as the building began to fall, ran around the building to the west side and leapt to the roof of the next building. Without even pausing he leapt two more and crashed through the rest of the window's glass right on top of the sniper. Although he cared greatly for Pepper, he thought she'd understood being pushed to the side for the moment. He quickly set her down and as the startled man began to lift his gun, he grabbed it and tossed it out the window.
"Boo." It all happened before the man even got to finish his curse.
Then he grabbed the front of the man's vest and jerked him forward so that they were eye to bloodred eye.
"So you're the little shit who shot me in the head last time. Oh, and look here..." Frost tapped a small mic on the man that he had been using to relay information along Nomak's network. "Is this thing on?" He tapped it a few more times, listening to the feedback in the man's headphones. Frost grinned. "I guess it is. You know, I really have to hand it to you, whoever you are. When you set out to piss off a god, Jesus Christ, you're fucking good at it! I don't know why you do it, if you've got a death wish or your just a little out of your gourd, but hell. We all do what we've got to do to get our kicks, right? Right."
He paused. "Oh, you don't have to answer. I don't expect you to. You've done such a fine job of being a little sewer rat and hiding from me. Why fuck it up now, huh? But hey, don't worry. You've done almost everything right. You just underestimated me a little, but most people just aren't used to dealing with gods so it's forgivable. I'm going to send a little message to you now, so listen up. Are you ready? All ears? Good."
Frost raised a hand in front of the sniper's face. "Don't worry, you'll only feel a little pressure as your doctor would say." He smirked. "But then, everyone knows most doctors are fucking liars."
The man began to tremble and then moan in agony as his blood slowly started gathering towards the surface of his face. It became swollen and very purple as Frost took his time with it. His moans became yells became screams as blood suddenly began bursting through every single pore, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and his ears. The stream was excrutiatingly slow, wafting up to Frost's hand and into it as he absorbed it. The screams became more intense, echoing off the buildings around them as they became full throated and yet had a sickeningly garbled quality to them as blood came out of his mouth too.
Eventually, it was done and the man's bloodless corpse sagged in Frost's grip. He looked at it with disdain. The blood had talked to him, but not nearly as much as he'd expected or wanted it to. Fuck, all he got was the impression that the guy though of him as some military fuckup that needed taking out. That was just insulting. Jesus. A fucking military experiment.
"Was it loud and clear, buddy?" His voice became low and dangerous. "You can hide in your filthy little pits, but I'm going to find you. You've accomplished your goal; you've made me mad. Now I'm coming for you, and you won't escape. Over and fucking out."
He threw the corpse headfirst out the window and watched as it sailed through the air and crunched down below. The screams reverbrating in the mic had to be bad enough, but he could hardly imagine what the sound of first the body crunching and then the mic crunching must make.
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"Business? But - DEACON!" She muffled her scream in the cloth of his shirt as he threw them both out the broken window. Her thin robe did nothing to protect her from the fierce winds and the billowing smoke as it swirled around them while he raced to safety. For several heart-stopping seconds she could only hold him close, terrified as he ran while the building fell. The files slipped out of her hands, forgotten as she clutched him to her and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the ground as it raced up to meet them. Then without warning they were in the air, leaping over the firey abyss and onto another building, then one more.
Pepper finally looked up, just in time to see them heading for a window in another high-rise building. She watched the reflection of herself in the glass and beyond, a shadowed figure on the other side. "Deac.. lover no" she whispered, horrified, then turned her head away. Deacon twisted to the side as he kicked the window, shattering the glass bare moments before his momentum carried both he and his lover inside. However, for all that, Pepper was still hit by the shrapnel of the razer sharp glass as the window exploded around them. Swiftly placed on the floor, she half slid, half crawled away from her demon-god lover and his prey.
When Deacon was done, and the body thrown out the window he would turn to find Pepper all curled up, huddled by a chair and trying desperately not to freak out as she attempted to pluck the pieces of broken glass out of her arms and legs. A larger section of glass sliced into her thigh, the blood welling over her leg and pooling on the floor. "Deac.. " she tried to speak. "Dropped the files, I dropped the files so sorry sorry dropped the files Deacon" Her fingers continued to pick at the fragments of glass in her skin, and for all the world looking like her flesh was studded in diamonds and blood.
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Taking a slug of whiskey from the flask he'd gotten, he steeled his nerves and opened the channel to Nomak. "Sir? You're going to want to hear this..." The tape of Frost's words and actions started to play.
Still staring out the window, comm held up to his ear, Nomak listened dispassionately to the burbling wreckage of the sniper's grisly death. Upon finishing, he instructed a playback and tossed it to Sharif. "And THAT is why we don't let the left hand know what the right hand is doing. If the left hand only has a hazy idea too, so much the better. Always best to stay hands-off with a threat like this, until you're ready for a killing stroke."
Sharif nodded, grimacing at the sounds of carnage. "Yes, Master. What do we do now?"
"Now? We wait. After that, we see. We might be able to get a little more out of this than planned, after all.."
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"Jesus Christ. Pepper...fuck, I am going to kill the bastard that did this to you, to us." He seethed.
He took a few deep breaths. "The little shit has to know I'm here. But let him come."
Deacon held a hand over her, sensing the blood that he knew so well as it leaked from her body. He growled softly, but he knew what he had to try to do.
"Hold still, babe."
He concentrated on the blood, using the traces of it on and around each piece of glass to lift them up and out of her. When he had a cloud of glass shards including the largest one, he allowed it to drift away from her and then caused the blood to deposit it in a neat pile in the corner. After that, he redirected the blood back to her and, after making sure to have the blood deposit any impurities picked up from the glass or being out of her body, reinserted it into her and caused her blood to stop flowing so she wouldn't lose any more.
Now he knew that the blood carried what was used to heal people's wounds. Or it had something to do with the healing. Yet he wasn't a doctor and didn't know exactly how it was done. White blood cells? Platelets? What the fuck. If he did something wrong, he could fucking kill her and he wasn't going to do that. Yet they didn't have any bandages handy unless...
Deacon looked over the sniper, who reeked of military, and there was indeed a minor first aid kit. He tore into it and grabbed the bandages and started using them on her larger wounds. Since she was probably better at it, he let her help if she was in the right frame of mind.
"Pepper, help me out here. We don't have much time."
When the larger wounds were taken care of and they were out of bandages, he looked at the lesser ones and then let some of the blood leak out and dried it really fast to form something like a lot of little scabs. It was the best he could do.
He stood and helped her shakily stand as well. "C'mon. Let's get the fuck out of here."
When she protested some more about the security files, he turned around suddenly and hugged her tightly to him wordlessly. They stayed that way for several moments in front of the door until he finally pulled back and kissed her forehead.
"They burned in the fires from the building below. I saw them. And I don't give a fuck. Now let's go home."
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Her wounds she helpd bandage sloppily, more intent on speed rather than safety. And her mind was finally calming, finally beginning to think again. "Did you say a bomb? Someone.. motherfucker.. Deacon, they tried to kill us! Oh no, the " The enormity of the situation hit again, harder this time. Taking his hand and rising up, she looked around and began to panic. The files, where were the files? Trying to move she nearly stumbled, and clutched him close for support.
"They're gone? They, oh no Deacon." And then she was in his arms, and he was holding her tight and it was suddenly better because he was here and safe, and she was alive and safe. And more importantly, they were together.
She paused him long enough to yank a curtain down off the wall, and draped it around her naked body. Then reaching out, she walked around the glass and the small pools and back into his arms. Silently, holding each other close, they left the apartment and went back to the safety of their own personal hideaway.
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Reaching street level moments later, Nomak quickly led the way to the sniper's place of ambush and paused at the door, letting Sharif open it just in case. When nothing happened, they went in and took a look at the situation.
"Master... do you smell that?" "Of course I do. That is the smell of your opposition. The smell of the godslut. You can see the little pools of her blood by the glass there, though less than I would have expected from crashing through plate glass. The target must have done something with the rest.. though he must have been too glutted on blood and fury to notice what's left." Nomak didn't make mention of how entrancing the scent was. It wasn't vampire blood, the call of it had to be something else entirely.. He wouldn't touch it. Temptation only proved that the act was ill-advised.
Then he saw Sharif on his hands and knees, sweeping away the glass to get at the blood better. "Master.. I should taste it. Learn all that I can about my foe." Well... "Very well. Learn it all, then."
Sharif gave a hiss of glee, opening his jaw and extending his tongue to drink in all that was there. Luckily, it was tile floor instead of carpet...
Nomak turned, watching out the shattered window from a prudent distance. Just in time to watch the building go CRASH! He smiled in vast amusement. "That's one more step.. Sharif, get up. We're going to search that penthouse quickly." "Yes, Master..." The Reaper in retraining looked up, eyes slightly darker as he obeyed; there wasn't a drop left on the floor.
The two altered vampires, though nowhere near the speed of a Blood God, were fast enough even to make other vampires seem to move like bad stop-motion animation. They rushed down and into the top of the fallen tower, letting their preternatural grips keep them together, and moved about the place with speed and purpose, looking for anything that might give them an edge... "MASTER!" Sharif called from the living room. "There's a file here!" Nomak zipped over there quickly, perusing the contents, and started to smile.. "Their latest security information. This alone makes our search worth it." Then he cocked his deformed earhole to the side, picking up sounds of sirens. A LOT of sirens. He chuckled to himself, "They REALLY need to work on their response time. Our business here is done, Sharif. Time to go."
The Reapers came out in a flash, and were three alleyways away by the time the emergency personnel hit the scene. Let it be blamed on Nightstalkers, terrorists, whoever the hell they wanted. Just so that it was done. With a jerk of his head, Nomak indicated that it was time to go back to the others; they would need supervision after this long a time out from under Nomak's thumb. Sharif followed, mind preoccupied with a filthy, human wench with such amazing flavor..
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