Bloody Escape (open)

[Elliot Atwood]

His sockets had opened once again when he fell out of the back of the van, causing him to bleed all over the front of his ragged clothes and his face. The pain was enough to drive him to the brink of his sanity and he could only stumble through what he thought to be a forest. More than once in the twenty minutes he had been on his feet had he felt the rough bark of a tree scrape across his skin as he ran straight into them. He could feel every subtle shift in the wind and in the ground beneath his feet. In the distance he heard the sounds of growling and barking. Were they wolves? He couldn't say for sure. The sound of every little animal around him pounded against his eardrums. At least the sound wasn't as unbearable as the sound of the town they had driven through. The rumbling roar of engines, lights buzzing unmercifully, a million shouting voices drowning out all thought and splitting his mind. He tripped over a root and hit the dirt, mineral smells filling his nose. It was all too much. All of his senses were overloading him. He crawled on his hands and knees weakly. It was his damn curiosity that had gotten him into this mess; had lead him to that maniac vampire's torture chamber for weeks. It had earned him this blindness and opened every other sense far too wide. He wasn't sure how far he could crawl, but at least he knew that the mad man hadn't noticed his escape. He felt his way over to the base of a tree and he leaned against it. He had no choice. If someone was out there, he needed them. He drew in a deep breath and screamed. "HELP!!!" Immediately it felt as though his skull had exploded. His own voice ravaged his hearing and he curled into a ball. He shivered from the pain and prayed to whatever gods were listening that someone was coming to save him from this madness.

[Anna-Lee Price]

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She'd headed out to the woods to call in the boys for dinner. Even though she couldn't eat, she still enjoyed making food. It didn't hurt that the lycans had large stomachs and were appreciative of her efforts in the kitchen. The thought made her grin and she continued her hike, leaving her senses open to any sounds or smells. Hopefully her nose was strong enough to pick up the earthy quality in their blood. 

It was then that she heard the scream. Help? Who in Azag Ni needed help? As far as she'd seen, they were all perfectly capable of helping themselves. Maybe it was a stranger? Maybe it was a trap? She didn't know. At first, there was some hesitation. What if they were being attacked? She'd be absolutely no help in a situation like that. Anna only thought for a moment before springing into action. She was a vampire damnit. A machine designed for killing. She was sure she would at least be able to intimidate it, as long as it was an animal. 

Anna hadn't expected the scene in front of her. A man... With no eyes? Bleeding from the sockets? Begging for help? She did what anyone who'd taken nursing classes 40 years ago would do. She flipped her lid. "Oh my god! Are you okay?! What happened to you?!" She got on her knees next to him and thought about putting pressure on the wound, but she just couldn't bring herself to put anything in his eye sockets to stop it, so instead she did the next best thing. She took off her thin shirt and rolled it up into a makeshift bandanna. "I'm going to wrap this around your head and over your eyes..." She then tied the shirt around his head to cover the gaping holes in his face if he was willing to let her.

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[Eleanora Scarlett]

When the howls of the male wolves rang, she knew it was time to leave. Tucking her tail under her, and whining softly, the beast shifted back. The cracking of bones hurting, but still she had to hurry and get back into the safety of home or she'd be seeing death. The energy she used to shift was too great of a time, that she just laid there in a fetal position for a couple of minutes, before getting up slowly. The cracking of knuckles could be heard while she stood and untied the dress on her leg, to pull it over. It was a little muddy, but something like that didn't bother her too much. All she wanted to do as she yawned was go to bed.

Eleanora took one step and then the awful stench of blood hit her senses, and the faint cry alerted her that someone needed help. Not wanting to get hurt herself, Eleanora looked around anxiously, wondering if she should risk her life for this person in need. Finally deciding to screw it all, she took off, heading in the direction of the stench of blood with a crinkling nose.

When she had arrived, a female vampire she recognized to be the initiate was bandaging a male vampire up. Eyes widened in shock at the blood that poured from his eyes, and all she could do was stand there like a buffoon. It took Nora a while to adjust to the situation, after not having been used to such an issue in years. Taking a deep breath in, she finally took a step forward, "Uhm... I think I can help you" her voice was soft and fragile as if the mere sight of blood would make her pass out too. An arm was stretched out, eager to help but not knowing how to start with it being in such an open situation.

[Elliot Atwood]

It was only a moment after his cry that he heard a set of feet begin to run toward him, and a few seconds later a bit further in the distance a second set. He backed into the tree, a little afraid that it might be his captor, but no... These footsteps were too light. They weren't the heavy trotting of that awful beast. the first woman's loud voice assaulted his ears and he closed his hands over them with a cringe. "I'm... I'm not doing well... He cut them out... The bastard cut out my eyes..." He felt a soft cloth cover his sockets and he touched her arm as she tied it to his head. "Oh thank God you're real. I thought I might be going insane." He leaned back against the tree with some relief. He supposed he had gotten lucky he wasn't in such a remote place that he'd be all alone. Another voice reached his ears and another woman spoke to him, asking him if she could help. "Yes... please..." He turned his head as though to look at her out of instinct. "I've... I've lost a lot of blood... I haven't eaten in five weeks... How am I still alive?" He was beginning to feel fear again but his took some deep breaths. He couldn't let himself panic now. Some people had come to his rescue, at least he hoped that that's what they were there for and it wasn't another trap like the bastard. "I... I wasn't followed was I? He'll.... he'll kill me if he finds me. Where am I and who are you? What was that howling earlier?" He groaned as he shifted, the wounds on his chest digging into him. They were healing slower than the burns had. Was it because they were inflicted with the silver knife that had destroyed his vision? He didn't know. All he could do was trust in these strangers and maybe he might make it through this.

[Anna-Lee Price]

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Anna listened as she bandaged him and chuckled a bit. "Of course I'm real. You're real too." The true severity of what he had said didn't hit her until she was finished bandaging him and he'd leaned back against the tree. Someone had cut out his eyes? What kind of monster would do such a thing? Before she could ask, another female, one she knew to be a lycan of the clan but hadn't come to know yet, found them and offered help. The man laying in front of her said he hadn't eaten in five weeks. Anna held up a hand towards the female. "Wait..." She took in a deep breath through her nose and, by the smell of him, the man was a vampire. "Stay back... I don't think he knows he's a vampire, and if he hasn't eaten in weeks, he will, through no fault of his own, attack you and drain you. He's half starved and wont be able to help but to feed from you..." 

With her inhuman strength, she carefully lifted the man off of the ground and began walking towards the main house. She turned to look at the female. "Please, tell the others to find a safe place within the house. I must take him directly to Master Gunnar... I don't know if he will be safe to be around until we find someone for him to feed from and I won't be able to stop him by myself if he decides to lunge. Then, and only then, will we be able to get him the help that he needs." 

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[Eleanora Scarlett]

He seemed so helpless, and the urge to shred her clothes and help the poor man was actually building up the lost energy she had. However with the more that came out of his mouth, the more she felt the air thicken and her skin crawl. Stiff was the air from both the female's as she suddenly felt impulsive for having gone after a starving vampire, and risking her life in such a disastrous way. Even so, the female initiate seemed to want to help, and this built up Eleanora's courage to try and help as well. The only problem was telling her how she could help. Words were fighting as she tried to near, but was soon struck by the female's words.

What the female initiate said was right, and Eleanora soon realized her position. Immediately, her hands dropped, and her eyes lowered, backing away to let the female leave. "Yes Master" she spoke delicately, and dared not lift her eyes, but did dare to tell her, "Please let Master Gunnar know I am willing to help with my abilities in whatever way possible". She paused for a little bit before adding onto her previous statement, "He won't heal quick enough to be able to recover properly without my help. He's lost too much blood, and has lost his eyes. They may not heal properly with my help either, but the pain will lessen drastically, and his bleeding may stop with the help of his healing properties. At the same time his eyesight won't return, but the sockets could be healed." At that, Eleanora shut her mouth and backed away further, keeping her eyes lowered. Allowing the initiate to leave if she wished.

[Elliot Atwood]

They seemed to shrink back when he mentioned that he hadn't feed in weeks. He knew that he had been turned into a vampire by that madman, but was he really a slave to his own hunger? Would he really attack and kill someone simply to eat? He shuddered at the thought. The first woman began giving instructions to the others and mentioned someone. "Who... Who's master Gunnar?" He asked. He felt her pick him up off the ground and he held on to her. He didn't know where she was taking him, but it was pointless to resist. Judging by her strength she was a vampire. He shrunk a little. More vampires were the last thing he hoped for, but he couldn't really complain seeing as she hadn't started to torture him. In fact, she seemed eager to help him, as did the other woman. This other one referred to the first as master. A slave? He heard that vampire clans kept slaves, but he didn't think they were true. It was the twenty first century after all. He wondered vaguely about the ability mentioned. He deduced that she had the ability to heal others in some way by the way she talked about how he wouldn't heal properly without her help. "How bad is it?" He turned to the one who was carrying him. "I... I can't see how bad I'm hurt. It just hurts all over." He was disoriented and he could no longer tell which way he was facing. "What are your names?" He asked, trying to keep his mind off the pain. "I'm Elliot..." He tried to smile a bit, but ended up grimacing instead.  

[Anna-Lee Price]

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She balked when the girl called her "Master". She was no one's master... Better than no one... "Please... Don't avert your gaze... I'm not your master, or anyone elses... I'm just Anna." The lowered gaze of the girl made her extremely uncomfortable but she guessed that this was how Gunnar felt when she called him "Master". She listened to what the girl had to say about the injured man's condition. "I know. I just don't want to see you or the others injured either. I will speak with Master Gunnar of your offer... And about finding this man some blood. Surely he can contact one of Master Zeo's employees. Maybe they'll make a house call?" 

She then turned to the man who'd asked a question. "Master Gunnar is a kind, fair man who will make sure that you're taken care of. He couldn't leave you in this state." She began walking towards the house. Why had it been her that had come across this poor soul? Of course, she'd rather it be her instead of the lycans, but she couldn't help but wonder what fates had drawn her out of the house and had gotten her to make an early dinner. Well, whatever it had been, she wasn't sure if she was grateful or not. The man in her arms was hurt, yes, but she didn't know the circumstances of his imprisonment. What if he belonged to Mistress Sarin? The thought almost gave her heart palpitations.

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[Eleanora Scarlett]

((Not long enough, but it's all I could muster for right now.. Got le finals this week so activity has been slow from me))

Even if the 'Anna' asked Nora to not avert her gaze or call her master, she would still do it. It was something that was engrained into her, and would never fully leave her as quickly as she would like it too. So, when the female finished talking, Nora took another step back, and pulled her hands in front of her, "Understood Mistress Anna". Without another word, she decided it was best to get her butt out of there before the others found her. Anna disappeared in the dark thicketed foliage, and left back to where she was needed elsewhere. When her master no longer required her assistance, Nora knew it was time to leave, and so she did. Back to her room she would go, it was late anyways, so she thought as she ran through the leaves that she would get something to eat as well before going to back to her quarters.

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