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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 0:03:42 GMT -5
Patrick grunted; he knew about those kinds of packs. He avoided werewolves like that like the plague. He cared for the members of his pack-young, old, weak, strong...
"We're a family." He said out loud, his eyes sweeping the area around him. "We back each other up and support each other. And we fight.." he chuckled, shrugging. "But in the end, we're bound by love."
He sighed. "Are we almost there yet?" He hated to sound like a whining brat, but he was tired. It had been a short night last night. And he wanted to get this over with. The back of his neck was prickling; he felt like he was being watched. Probably just his paranoia, but he didn't like it one bit.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 29, 2008 11:54:03 GMT -5
James smirked. Patrick reminded of him of himself. James' favorite question was, Are we there yet?. But yes, they were almost there, in fact, they were only a few doors away. James nodded enthusiastically. If he were a wolf he'd be wagging his tail.
A few more steps closer to the house and then he froze. His body stiffening, tensing up. What was that metallic smell coming from Gavin's pack house? Blood. The scent was overpowering and it almost knocked James off his feet. There was so much of it, almost like... He shuddered.
James shot a closer look at the house. The door was open. Actually it was hanging off it's hinges. His heart sunk and he paled. Completely forgetting Patrick was with him, he took off sprinting. He didn't stop until he was standing in the front hallway. It was a complete mess. Blood splattered the walls, paintings in glass frames were cracked, the chandelier lay in a million crystal pieces on the floor.
But what was that at the end of the hallway? James squinted. Was that a... head? It was. It was most certainly the decapitated head of someone he recognized. This wasn't happening. It was just a nightmare, he would wake up back in Patrick's house and tell him all about this crazy dream.
He zombie-walked down the hall, sidestepping splintered glass. When he turned the corner it took everything he had not to vomit. It Gavin's pack. They were all there, all twenty five of them minus James. They weren't sipping coffee and having crumpets, they were all dead.
James dropped to his knees. No, this wasn't happening again. Not for the second time! Those vamps didn't come after James last night because they went to attack his heart. James didn't want to see Gavin's body. He didn't want to feel its coldness and lifelessness. He was the man who rescued James from a vampire when he was 14 when she killed his family. Now history was repeating itself but this time it was Patrick.
James clenched a fist. No. It was daylight. He would find those vamps and torch every last bastard who did this. Something in him roared and struggled to break free. Yes, kill, kill them all, kill every last son of a bitch. He hadn't told Patrick this but he actually had lost control twice already. He almost died both times, now he just didn't care.
What erupted from him was vicious and bloodthirsty. It didn't care about pain and wouldn't stop until the dirty deed was done. James was gone at this point. What was left was the wolf. He let it shift his body into his furry form, let it roar with blood thirst, and let it take off, galloping toward his vengeance with just one thing on it's mind, KILL.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 12:03:57 GMT -5
Patrick smelled the blood.
He froze, his nose going into the air. Vampires; their foul stench was overlaid by the sharp, tangy smell of blood. He sniffed the air again, his face contorting.
He didn't look at the kid; he knew. Damn it, damn it. He knew. When James moved, he almost stopped him, but what was the use? He had to see.
He followed him in, sweeping the area for signs of life, for survivors, but it was obvious that the bastards had done a thourogh job. There was nothing alive in here but them. He closed his eyes, mourning people he'd never even met, and waited for James' decision.
When he heard the feral growl, he almost-almost-shifted out of reaction. He swung around and watched as James shifted into wolf form. A breif, nasty, tight smile flitted across his face; he knew that emotion. The kid had it in him after all...
He raced after the wolf, not shifting, but calling on the beast to boost his speed. He wanted to join him, but he knew that someone had to keep their head. Just for a bit. They were going to destroy the vampires; there was nothing that could stop them.
But someone had to make sure it was done all the way.
"Go. Lead the way." Patrick growled, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he followed the growling wolf ahead of him.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 29, 2008 12:25:09 GMT -5
James howled and didn't slow down, he didn't care if Patrick was behind him, didn't care if he would help him or not, he just wanted to kill and feel the blood running down his throat. He didn't hear Patrick when he spoke to him, urging the beast to do his work. He let his nose have it all, sniffing and breathing in the scent of the trail the vampires left behind.
He pushed his legs forward, running full speed and even faster than that. The sun was on their side, it was a small gift to him. It didn't take him long to find the vamp HQ. It was a black building with no windows. The scent of them and blood led right up the front steps. James threw himself at the door, it felt like cardboard against him. Immediately the vamps were on the alert.
Growling like a maniac, James sprung forward and eagerly got his claws around the first vamp he could get. Ripping it to shreds, he got his face pretty good and took the fight outside where the vamp was reduced to ashes. James leaped back in the house and pounced on another vamp, pinning her down. She cackled but that turned into a scream fairly quick. Soon her limbs lay in various places.
Turning to his next victim, he didn't even notice the rest of the vamps quickly getting over the surprise, and now they were all jumping him at once! Snarling, he fought some off but hey just kept coming back. turning onto his back, he let his legs do the work and he kicked some off of him. A few were flung into the sun.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 12:30:12 GMT -5
Patrick threw himself into the door. He could see the carnage had already begun; snarling, he started grabbing arms, hair, backs, throwing them out the door. He was focused; single-mindedly determined. He ignored wounds, screams, fangs, bites. It didn't matter. One by one, between the two of them, they were decimating the vampire coven.
It was a good thing it was smallish; even powered by hatred, they would have fallen had it been bigger. As it was, the suprise, the sunlight, and the fact that both of them were so far into the rage they didn't feel the pain was in their favor. When it was over, Patrick stood panting, his eyes fastened on James.
Now was the turning point. Would James be able to bottle the rage? Would he attack Patrick? Patrick was ready; his hands were clenched. All it would take was a breath; he felt himself starting to growl and cut it off. He had to keep control, for both of their sakes. If he lost it too, then they would fight until one of them was dead.
"James." He barked, his eyes staying on James. "Come back."
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 29, 2008 13:02:06 GMT -5
James didn't stop until it was done. He didn't let up, he didn't care how much blood they took from him, or the fact that if he didn't let the wolf take control of him at this moment, that he would probably been dead by now. It didn't take long. In minutes, they were all gone. Torched. The sun took them all.
James stood in the middle of the room, panting. Yes, they were all dead, but look what he'd done here! He murdered so many vampires in this form, the power... he was drowning in it. If he went back now, then he might never be able to feel this again. He should go find more of those bloodsuckers, kill them all, he didn't want to stop but Patrick wanted him to.
James didn't want to hurt his new pack leader, but the wolf certainly did. The wolf whispered to him, urged him to let him attack Patrick, get past him, and then the world was theirs. This didn't sound like a bad offer. James snarled at Patrick and leaped, paws outstretched. He would make sure Patrick was hurt enough to not follow him. He wouldn't kill him. He couldn't do that,
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 13:04:48 GMT -5
Patrick had been waiting for the leap; sliding sideways, he grabbed at James' wrists, intending to pull and use James' forward momentum to slam him into the wall. He didn't want to hurt the kid, but he had to snap him out of the rage. And physical shock was one of the ways to do it.
"James, come back!" he snapped, his voice flat and hard. He had to get him out. If the kid didn't come out soon, he would be lost, and if he was lost...
He would be dead.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 29, 2008 13:18:03 GMT -5
The wolf was furious. How DARE he pin him down like this! He struggled and scratched until he got free. James had given the wolf all of himself, he didn't want to come back, but he was feeling the aftershock of that slam and it made him think a little. He howled to himself and shook his head. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KILL HIM!! his wolf side screamed.
But that is what really got him. Kill Patrick. He couldn't kill Patrick! How ungrateful was he? The man saved his life already, helped him... LET him hunt down the bastards that murdered Gavin's pack. The wolf growled his objections and James tensed. He refused to move another inch. Kill... kill... KILL! was all he heard.
James had to silence it. Last time with Gage... it ended pretty ugly. The wolf took a toll out of him and the result; a monster headache and the random urges to go hunt down the bastard and even kill Litte. He whined and slammed himself against the wall, trying to drive it out. This was the way he did it last time. Now the furry fiend started calling him a weakling. Telling him that he was stupid and this was his chance.
NO! I will not hurt another person. I will have control over you! he bellowed and finally, the wolf shut up. He lay there for a second, trying to catch his breath. When he did, he stood on all four paws and shifted back to human. His body was already caked in blood. It was quite the mess. It didn't start hurting yet, he would pay for that later.
"Patrick... I..." he was at a loss for words.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 13:23:32 GMT -5
Patrick sensed the battle that was raging and remained silent, wary, ready. He couldn't help the kid; this was a personal battle. Every time you let the beast out, you had to be able to put it away.
When James shifted, Patrick sighed, his body sagging. Now he felt the pain, and he suddenly felt a hundred years old. Stumbling over to James, he knelt beside the boy, pulling him against his body in a hug. "It's ok." He said heavily. "Don't. Just get up. We need to get back. Get cleaned up."
He hugged him again, then released him, pushing himself off the floor. He felt drained, exhausted...it was going to be hard to get back to the pack house, let alone get them both cleaned up. And to talk. They were going to have to talk. But not now. Patrick felt every twinge and bruise magnified by his exhaustion, and he knew he was going to pay for this later. He always did.
Turning towards the door, he peered out, wondering bleakly if the commotion had gathered any interest. Luckily, it seemed there had been no one around to witness the vampires burning into piles of ash. "Come on." he said, his voice nearly colorless. "Home."
Scrubbing his face with his hand, he waited for James to rise. He just wanted to see his house again. His bed. Sleep sounded really good right now. Oh, yeah.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 29, 2008 13:34:40 GMT -5
James stood there motionless as Patrick hugged him and told him it was ok. It wasn't. Nothing was ok, nothing ever would be. Gavin's pack was dead. He truly had no one now but Patrick and what his pack could offer. The shock of it all was eating James. He didn't know what to feel right now. He could say he was in denial, but that was a vicious lie.
He followed him to the door, sparing one more look at the black house. They got what they deserved, but he didn't feel happy about it. He didn't speak. He didn't want to. He just didn't know what he could possibly say. He let his body walk himself while his mind shut down.
(( New thread? Or should we just skip it and say it happened? ))
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