Hunting the Rogues

[xanderlucard]

A good hunter must always be prepared. I spent the day exercising followed by a relaxing bath and a short nap before sunset. I felt fully prepared for the evening, and dressed appropriately for the occassion. Black trousers, black boots, white shirt, black vest and of course my cape, black, lined in red. Not a hair out of place, I leap gracefully

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[klaus_helsing]

The wolves are restless. They're howling almost frantically and I follow them. They're louder than Alex's voice and while I run, I undo my jacket buttons. Best not to get the trenchcoat messy. Red doesn't show up well on white.

Alex...Alex...where are you?

The woods. Where the wolves gather. Where they congregate to heal their own. They'd know. He'd be there.

It doesn't take me long to find him and when I do, I stare. He's hurt. Badly so it seems. There's blood on him, his own by the smell, and he's covered in marks.

Marks that weren't made by me. Blood that was drawn from invading teeth. My master...

The whole picture seems so very absurd. Surreal. Insane! No one has the right! No one would dare!

I lay my trenchcoat over his body, keeping out the impurities of the air.

"Gather your strength. Stop me after all of this." I can feel the rage within rising, spreading out like a plague and I want to help Alexander.

More than that, I want to hurtThe vampires are swarming in and they're slowly converging on us

[not_your_victim]

Don't follow him, Carolyn.

Don't follow him.

He doesn't need help.

He doesn't need ANYTHING.

He's running to the bidding of his MAHSTER. Leave it ALONE, Carolyn. Leave it....

Fuck.

I don't know why I'm running after him; maybe just after spending practically the entire morning trying to connect with Klaus, I felt the sharpness of his panic and just... responded accordingly. Like a damned puppet with string.

This is ridiculous, anyway, me trying to run after a damned WOLF. It's not like I can keep up with him. Of course I can't; he's out of sight, heading toward the woods near the castle, quite quickly. And I'm even wearing sensible, run-safe shoes.

Eh. What the hell. You only live once. I keep going.

Turning it into an easy jog, I head in the direction Klaus was last seen - it did seem to be a pretty straight line - and as I jog, I pull further and further away from the city.

It gets quieter. Way quiet.

And then, it gets loud...what. The. FUCK

[klaus_helsing]

They're hot. All of them are hot. Feverish, burning, bristling with his blood..his blood that wasn't given willingly! Had they lost all respect? Yesss, they were Sophie's after all

[not_your_victim]

This is just like old times, baby

[klaus_helsing]

She's still touching me...and she says it's fine. She'll stay here

[not_your_victim]

Yow, lookit that, vampires can be co-dependant too!

Klaus is positively SUPPLICATING over there, and Lucard...

...is Lucard. Even completely screwed over, torn clothes, hair mussed - unfair that he should still look that good. More importantly, he's clearly FEELING better.

Mmm. Maybe I don't want to be around when he's really recovered. My gut instinct is to run away, quickly, before they decided it's time for a midnight snack.

But I just don't think that's going to HAPPEN now. Maybe.

Or maybe the clam chowder was spiked and I didn't realize it.

Regardless, I'm going to have to do something soon, because my back is hurting like a mother and I don't think the tylenol is going to cut it. That, and the fawning going on by Lucard.

I swear if they start fucking I'm throwing myself out the window.

[xanderlucard]

I pull Klaus down to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of his back while the other rests on the couch arm. This is... awkward

[klaus_helsing]

It takes a few seconds to summon Felix and I give him the orders Alexander gave to me. He doesn't want me to move, so I don't. Apparently, I'm now on guard duty.

I don't think we have anything to fear from Carolyn. She's a friend, after all. And Alex sure looks a mess.

Tsking a bit at his state, I set to fixing his hair, picking out the dried bits of blood from him. He can't stand being messy and it's easier to concentrate on this than anything else.

Felix soon returns with the morphine. I guess I hit Carolyn a bit harder than...than what? Than I thought? Than I intended to? At least I didn't use my claws.

At least I didn't break her spine.

[not_your_victim]

(OOC: Sorta hijacking the good doctor White here. Just shoot me if I step over any lines. >:D And thanks for the convo, Klaus baby! *blows kiss*

THIS bit is from White's POV.)

Irritating. Very, very irritating. Castle's hard to miss, at least. No directions needed. Better not be guards. Get shot at, this patient can die for all of me.

Should send interns to do this. Not me. Might have had something else to do - didn't, but he didn't know that. Calling in favors; makes me sick. Better be a REAL problem ahead of me, not just some pampered kid breaking a fingernail.

All the way up to the main door. No security gates; no guards. ...strange.

I ring the doorbell and wait to see who comes.

[klaus_helsing]

Spot has replaced Raymond for now until Alexander gets another zombie to fill in the absence. I hear the doorbell and the door open and then Spot's grunts as he, no doubt, scowls at the person who dared come a-knocking this late.

"Let her in, Spot."

Spot opens the door wide enough for her to enter, then checks to make sure she has no luggage.

"Sorry about him. He's new." Have to explain the grunts and the fact that Spot is sniffing at her. "And American. Do come in. The patient is upstairs."

Spot shuts the door behind her, grunts again, and then goes back to polishing the silver...or stealing it. I'm not precisely which.

I lead the doctor up the stairs and into the guest room. She's attractive, but, like Greta, there's something about her that makes one not wish to annoy her too much.

"Carolyn, meet Dr.-" Erm..didn't catch the name.

[not_your_victim]

(Dr. White still

[klaus_helsing]

...You?

Hands go on her. I gently move her up when told to and then promptly end up flipping her onto her stomach, taking care not to touch the bruised area. There's an ugly black..and purplish mark there now.

Yes, way to much force. Damnation.

I gently squeeze her arms, massaging them carefully and making small movements to try and keep her relaxed. "We really appreciate you coming out here so late at night to help." Try to be nice, try to be calm...