VAMPIRE HUNTERS EXTRAORDINAIRE [DRAVEN]

Only moments after the shadow had raced across the beam of the group's flashlights could the sound of scuffling in the near distance be heard. Following shortly was the sound of something hitting the ground hard enough for it to echo throughout the tunnels and a pained voice that grunted in response. Unlike the girl's first thoughts it was not an animal that caused this commotion but instead the very creature she was telling herself doesn't exist. Simply from listening however, one couldn't tell anything different with this creature and a mere human in pain. Silence washed over the tunnels but only for a short beat before more scuffling could be heard, as though someone had fallen and was now trying to get up but it obviously wasn't an easy task. A string of curses was let loose as the sounds of movement increased in volume before they stopped all of a sudden. It seemed the struggle had been given up on all went still and the only sounds that could be made out were low, somewhat labored breaths and an occasional grunt of pain.

If one were to have actually witnessed what had just happened they would have seen a young man in dark but torn and bloody drab stumble into the area from around the corner and lose his footing before hitting the ground. One could have guessed he was drunk by the way he was walking if he wasn't covered in blood and the left side of his face as well as his upper arm and neck hadn't been burnt practically down to the bone. It was a rather gruesome sight if you were close enough; smoke still rising from the burned flesh and his clothing, bits of torn flesh just barley clinging onto his jaw bone and all in all it was what you would expect to see in a zombie movie. After the partial skeleton of a young man fell, he attempted to pull himself up but couldn't seem to find the strength and only managed to bring himself to a sitting position. From there he was clearly exhausted which was something that would be all the more obvious to any supernatural creature that might have seen him as he didn't seem to have any interest in even going after the scent of human nearby.

Thanks to the burn on the left side of his body he no longer had the nerve endings on that side of which to smell and hear or even see from and it didn't seem his right senses were working very well either. That part could be thanks to the venom coursing through his veins. Although the venom itself isn't lethal to someone who has been cheating death for the past four hundred years, it most certainly had an effect on him and right now he was really feeling it. At first he had quite literally froze up and found that he couldn't move nor could he protect himself the witch's fire. He managed to escape however, forcing his body to move even through it's protests and fled to the closes place he could think of which just so happened to be in the tunnels. He didn't know how long this was going to effect him and if he would have been able to make it back to his apartment so he took the safe route and decided to hide here where he would be safe from the sun when it came out and allow his body to heal itself and if he was lucky maybe a rat or something bigger would run by.

It seemed as though the vemon was not only messing with his senses but his entire nervous system and his healing wasn't kicking in so unlike it would have normally, his burns weren't taking care of themselves and the effects of the vemon itself certainly didn't seem to be wearing off at all. He knew what he needed in order to help himself but his mind was too fogged and senses too screwed up to get to it. Hell even breathing was a task at the moment and standing back up seemed impossible. He had a hard time thinking about what had even happened as though his mind was blocking him from remembering something important...there was something important to remember wasn't there? Something...something that had caught him so off guard he let himself get so badly injured and those kids get away. Damn it! He couldn't think straight, his entire body was wracked with pain; the exposed bone on his left side was pure hell and that venom was like lava coursing throughout his body.

With the touch of delicate fingers grazing his skin, came a foreign sense of warmth, one of which cut through the pain that enveloped his body and mind. It was a nice feeling, comforting even and for a moment it gave him relief from the pain and he wanted to lean into it and for the sensation to continue. It hadn't even registered to him that the feeling was coming from the contact of a human and what he normally saw as simply food and play things and that having this feeling of comfort from the contact of another was a very human feeling. Although he wasn't consciously aware of it at the time it was probably the first and most human feeling he has experienced since being turned into a monster. Through the pain and unfocused thoughts running rampant about his mind, he clung onto that feeling, allowing it to take him to a calmer place.

His short moment of nirvana however came to an end when his chest tightened and he drew in a wheezed breath. The venom that was working its way through his system was causing the same kind of damage it would to a human's only it wouldn't kill him and instead he would suffer through it until it wore off. His organs were shutting down and with them his mind was as well and once he lost all consciousness he would essentially be dead to the world until his body could work the venom out of his system and when it was no longer inhibiting his healing his wounds would tend to himself and it would be as though nothing even happened. Like most should be fatal wounds, a vampire's body would take care of it but the vampire might go through hell and back before it does. He was lucky enough to be able to get himself here and used up all of his strength doing so; he had hoped he would be able to find something to eat down here in order to help himself heal but he underestimated the reaction he would have to getting bitten by that damn shifter and it hadn't registered to him that there indeed was a meal very close by.

Through his forced breathing he mumbled something about that odd comforting feeling and attempted to move. He wanted to know what it was and where it was coming from, and he wanted to feel it again. He wanted his nirvana back. His eyes opened groggily, although his left was too injured for there to be a possibility to see out of it and his vision in his right was warped to where it took him a moment of searching to focus on the girl in front of him. Instead of seeing a sack of meat filled with delicious blood or an opportunity for a good roll in the sheets, he actually saw something rather beautiful. Although his discomfort was obvious is his face, the corner of his lips curled into a small smile. That is, until he felt his heart clench and his eyes squeezed shut as he pulled back into his world of pain.

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He looked over them all again before coming to a stop. ”Haven’t you heard how dangerous it could be down here?” He smirked at the small group of people before trying to get a better view at whatever the girl was looking at. And when he saw what was slouching against the wall he grimaced slightly before walking closer and leaning over the girl. ”Well I’m no doctor, but that guy’s screwed.” It didn’t take rocket science for him to realize just what the guy was.

No human could sustain that amount of injuries, and have their skull showing like that, and still be alive. He had to be a supernatural. Only, a vampire should’ve been healing by now. Something must’ve really gotten to him. Poisoned him even. He straightened himself back up before clasping his hands behind his back. ”Unless…”, he looked from the girl to the three boys and back, ”you feed him your blood.” He shrugged though as he continued looking at the battered vampire. Something in his mind was begging to be clicked, but he couldn’t tell just what. Confusion took over his features as he continued staring.

There was something about the vampire that screamed familiarity. And he had no doubt that if he didn’t look like he had come from hell and back, that he would’ve already known who it was. As his eyes flicked over the body and face, his mind started jumping to conclusions on who it might be. But it wasn’t until his eyes landed on the familiar ink of a tattoo that recognition flashed across face. There was no way someone could have the same tattoo on the same place of his neck. ”Draven? There’s no way.” His voice was cautious, unsure. ”Is this supposed to be another way to kill yourself? Why do I have to save you again?” His eyes flicked to the girl in front of him.

”If one of you don’t give him blood soon, there’s no hope for him.” Of course Damon could just give Draven his blood, but that was a last ditch effort. If he could get fresh, human blood, it would probably be for the best.

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[/i] think that she could protect all of them? The thought made him give a short chuckle as he shook his head. How stupid of her. If he wanted to, he could have them all dead in seconds. He raised an eyebrow at the girl as she spoke. Well this one had some spunk. Maybe he’d let her live. Though it probably wouldn’t be that likely. Instead of speaking back to her though, he really didn’t feel like arguing with some immature human, he focused on the damaged vampire in front of him. His eyes rolled as she spoke again. ”You’re human stuff won’t work on him. Not as efficiently at least.”

Of course what Damon said sent the boys into whispers and talk of vampires being real. He stayed silent though as he let them figure it all out. When the girl said that she would do it, his eyebrow rose. The one who didn’t believe was offering herself. How very odd. And then of course there was no such thing as vampires. Damon chuckled lowly and lowered his head a moment. ”Well sorry to disappoint you, princess. But there is.” With that said he raised his face and looked at her as his fangs extended. His eyes going darker as the veins around them and on his face grew darker and more pronounced. He gave a sideways smile as he looked at the group.

It didn’t matter if he exposed himself. One way or another they were either all going to die or he was going to wipe their memory. There was no way they were going to get out of here with the knowledge of vampires. After a few moments, he let his fangs retract as the veins faded and his eyes turned back to their normal blue. Of course the group of boys started talking again and as they discussed what was going to happen Damon couldn’t help but shake his head and smirk. ”Nice try. But you aren’t going anywhere. You are all insurance risks.” A ring of fire rose around all of them, stopping them from being able to leave the area as Damon’s smile grew. ”If you want to leave, your memories are getting swiped. Sorry.” He paused momentarily, ”actually no I’m not. I like living.”

Damon looked from the girl to Draven slouching against the wall and for a second he actually showed some emotion. He did feel bad for leaving him the way that he did. But there had been no way to change him. He let out a sigh and looked back towards her. ”For one thing, I hate associating with humans in anyway apart from using them as a blood bag. There’s no reason for me to lie to you. This is to save him. He shouldn’t need too much from you and I can pull him off of you if it does get too bad.” He looked conflicted as he said his next words. He needed to change if he was going to be teaching at the school.

”I don’t like killing humans if I can help it. All my blood bags are willing. And they forget everything that happened afterwards.” It was exactly what he was planning on doing to the three boys and the girl. They couldn’t leave this tunnel knowing that vampires were real. Even if they did try and say that they wouldn’t tell anyone. There were ways for things to slip. All they needed was to slip one thing and then hunters would be here.

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[/b][/color] He made sure to lock eyes with each of the boys before his eyes finally landed back on the red-haired, or was it orange, girl. He nodded to what she said and gave a humorless laugh. ”Of course. I’m not a complete monster.” He paused as he heard her next words and a tiny part of him did feel bad. It was obvious this girl cared very strongly for the three boys. But Damon didn’t particularly feel like being a blood bag for Draven. If Draven did snap at him, Damon would need all his strength.

As Damon stepped closer to Draven once again, he let the fire die down a little. The ring was still there and they wouldn’t be able to cross it, but it made the area less hot. He waved her over with one of his hands before holding out his hand. ”Your wrist would be the easiest place. Do you have a small knife of blade to cut it with? If not I can use my own bite. Once there is some sort of opening just hold it to his mouth. He’ll do the rest. It’ll only hurt for a couple seconds.” He paused again and gave a half smirk. ”It should only hurt for a couple seconds.” He waited for her to either produce something to cut her own wrist or give him the okay to bite it himself.

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