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Post by ~Roderich~ on Aug 31, 2011 19:24:49 GMT -5
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Roddy lounged on the couch lazily, sighing in relief that he had a little time to himself for once in the evening. The minions had just returned with his dinner a few minutes ago, and strangely, the vampire didn't notice the slight differences in their behavior and expression. They seemed reluctant to get any closer to him than absolutely necessary, and refused to actually look at him. Most of them instead opted to shrink themselves in to the shadowy corners and disappear, as if they had done something wrong. Something they knew Roderich would not approve of. And if the vampire didn't approve of what they did, it didn't bode well for them. But luck seemed to be on their side, at least for now, and the brunette let their strange manner go unnoticed, he was too wrapped up in sprawling over as much of his couch as possible, glad for the extra space on it that he didn't usually have, the space that was usually taken up by the faery.
For the first time in a long time, he was completely rid of Gilbert for the day. He had gone back to the forest to do who knows what, leaving Roddy to his peace and quiet. The vampire had missed stillness that now dominated the air, and the lack of noise that blessed his ears. The faery had left sometime this morning, and hadn't returned yet. But come to think of it, that was a little abnormal. He should have been back by now. At least, the vampire didn't think that he had returned. Roddy had chosen to take a nap for most of the day, because he hadn't been able to in a while. Gilbert screwed up his sleep. But the man should have been back by now, nothing could possibly take that long. Especially since at any other point in time, Roderich couldn't seem to get rid of the guy. So why would he stay away so long? There was no way on earth he had left for good, the vampire knew better than that. He wouldn't leave a place where he got good food and sex.
He sat up quickly with a confused expression, puzzled as to why he faery hadn't returned. It was then that he noticed the weird way his minions were acting, and they saw it, because they made themselves even smaller and out of the way. But he didn't have time for them now, if they had done something wrong, he could deal with it later. Right now, he should go find Gilbert. Knowing the faery, his cocky attitude had gotten him hurt or worse by now. He had almost been killed over it the first time they met, and Roddy just had a feeling that something had happened. So in the blink of an eye, the vampire had left the room he rarely stepped foot out of, and headed toward the forest. That was where Gil had said he was going, right? He wasn't listening. It had been too bright out for him to be awake enough to actually listen. Daytime was when he slept. But now it was night, and he was alert for any sign of his lover.
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Post by { Gilbert on Aug 31, 2011 19:51:56 GMT -5
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He had been minding his own business. Perfectly fine, not hurting anyone. He and Gilbird were having a very nice day out in the forest. They had visited their former home, grabbed a few different fruit and had lunch, then went exploring for a few hours. But, as usual, something went wrong. It was Roderich's stupid minions. Now, one or two vampires he could handle. Six of them? Not so much. Especially without a knife, and trying to protect his poor little bird. His eyes had widened in fear when they told him that they intended to kill. But, weren't they on his side? That's what he thought. Gilbert thought that he distracted Roderich from being harsh to the minions and killing them off slowly.
Apparently, it was the exact opposite. The bloodsuckers wanted to get rid of the albino faery so that their master didn't act so harsh to them. They said that Gil was bad for Roderich. The faery would strongly disagree, but the vampire behind him with a dagger didn't want to hear it. The blade pierced his side quickly, and Gilbert cried out in pain. Four of the minions fled instantly for what they had done. The two others watched as Gil hit the ground, grasping his side in a desperate attempt to stop the searing pain, then left him for dead.
That was how he got here, barely standing, not even walking anymore, and bleeding out. He was going to die soon if he didn't get help. Gilbird had flown ahead to look for people or creatures in the forest that could possibly help him. He was in the forest, at night, dying. He had never felt so alone in his life. And he thought, what a pity, that he would die alone in a dark forest without his lover that he knew he was developing feelings for. And in that instant, he missed Roderich dearly. Why hadn't he come to look for the faery yet? Was it really true that maybe the vampire didn't care for him as much as he let on? Gilbert collapsed with tears running down his face, clutching his bleeding side.
Gilbird, however, smelled someone. He knew someone was around, he just had to find them. . . Ah! There they were! It was Roderich, too! Wow, was Gilbert going to be happy to see this vampire. Gilbert flew around Roddy's head, landing on him a couple times and pecking at his hair, the entire time chirping and squawking loudly. He had to get it through to the man that Gilbert was in trouble! After a few seconds of getting Roderich's attention in the most annoying way possible, he started flying back to Gilbert.
In the distance, Gilbert called out his lover's name in a raspy and tear-stained voice. He needed the vampire now more than ever.
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Post by ~Roderich~ on Aug 31, 2011 20:43:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,430,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2ro000z.jpg] The vampire had gotten to the forest rather quickly, but now he faced the task of finding the faery in the immense mass of trees. And since the man smelled so earthy anyway, he wouldn't be able to sniff him out, as Gilbert's scent would just blend in with the smell of the trees. So he would just have to search one area at a time. With that in mind, he headed in the direction that he thought the faerie's little grove thing was, but he wasn't quite sure. He had only been there once, and didn't put much effort in to remembering where it was. But it wouldn't really matter anyway, as if he wasn't going that way, he would be eventually. It was probably the area he could find Gil in.
He had only been in the trees a short time, though, before he saw the little yellow puffball called Gilbird flying toward his head as quickly as its tiny little wings would carry it. And the pecking really wasn't necessary, he disliked the bird enough for being so small and annoying, and it was currently on thin ice with him because of the couch thing a few weeks ago. But before the vampire had the chance to grab the small bird and shut it up, it was gone again, flying back where it had come from. It took a second for Roddy to realize that he should probably follow it, because it would lead him to the faery. But he hurried after the annoying animal quickly, and Gilbert soon came in to view.
He heard the man call out his name, and no longer needed the bird as a guide, following the sound of his lover's voice and appearing at the man's side in an instant. “Oh dear Gods. What happened to you?” The vampire asked in shock, evening the gash in Gilbert's side, which was bleeding profusely. Thankfully, he had just eaten his dinner, and so there weren't any problems there. But there was definitely a problem that he was bleeding so badly, and had been left for dead in the middle of the woods. It obviously wasn't from any sort of animal that had caused this, and Roderich wondered kind of person would attack the faery, let alone be too much for him to handle.
But that could wait til later. Right now, it was important that he stop the blood gushing from the wound, but he didn't know how. You would think it was something he would have picked up over time, but the vampire was drawing a blank. Maybe he just couldn't remember because he was in shock. They should definitely get him to the palace. Yes, that's where they should go. There, they could find proper medical attention, and Gilbert would be taken care of. So Roddy picked the faery up gently, putting a hand over Gil's to try and help stop the bleeding. Pressure, yes, apply pressure. That was good. Of course that usually worked better with smaller wounds, and this one was in his side, which was pretty close to the heart. They had to take care of this quickly, he couldn't let his lover die. And if this didn't get bandaged now, that would be a possibility. With that thought, Roderich sped off toward the city as fast as he could with the man in his arms.
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Post by { Gilbert on Sept 1, 2011 14:46:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,430,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2rqllxk.jpg] Gilbert was never more happy to see the vampire in his life as Roderich sped up to him with a shocked expression. Oh dear Gods. What happened to you? At this point, the faery was breathing quickly, could barely speak, and was turning even more deathly pale than he already was. He was in shock from blood loss. He tried as best as he could as Roderich took the poor faery in his arms. "I. . . It was. . ." he stammered, trying to get across to the vampire that it was actually his own minions that had done this. How would Roderich react? Surely he liked Gilbert more than he liked his minions. Gilbert tried to continue through his heavy breathing as they ran through the forest. "Was you. . . your. . . lackeys!" He finished the sentence with a few rough coughs and groaned as it caused him immense pain.
The faery was limp in the vampire's arms, with his head laid against Roderich's shoulder comfortably. He was fighting to keep himself awake, and the fact that he was half covered in blood and was losing more wasn't helping him any. Although the added pressure the vampire was adding to the wound was helping a bit. He could tell that they were headed for the city, and the Royal house, which would be the best place to go at that moment.
They would get there in time, Gilbert just knew it. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. But Gil had to think positively, or else he might just give up right now. They had entered the city, and Gilbert was still conscious, so a quick shot of hope racked through the faery's body and he took a loud gasp of air. He was fighting, and he was doing well. Gilbert didn't see the doors of the Royal House, however, as he reached his arm up and around Roderich's neck before his head lolled back. He had passed out.
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Post by ~Roderich~ on Sept 1, 2011 15:41:28 GMT -5
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The vampire was more focused on getting the man in his arms to the palace than actually listening to him. He didn't really expect him to talk anyway, since the rapid blood loss he was dealing with was no doubt sapping his energy. But the faery managed to gasp out a few words, though only the last few really got in to his brain, and he almost stopped in his tracks because of them. His minions had done this to Gilbert? Well, that would certainly explain their odd behavior earlier. But why would they? They should have known that it would incur his wrath, and that they would all probably be dead before the night was over. And yes, that was the problem he jumped to first, instead of what reason they could possible have for wanting to kill the faery. Which he didn't really know either. The man hadn't done anything to them, it's not like Roderich had been all nice to them until Gil came along or any of that. No, he had always treated them poorly. That's why they were minions. So what was their deal?
Within a few minutes, they had made it out of the forest and the city was in view. Only a minute later, they were in front of the royal house, and as he looked down at the faery, another wave of panic came over the vampire. Gilbert had gone limp in his arms, and it looked like he was losing the man. “Come on, stay with me here.” Roddy said to the man softly. He couldn't lose Gilbert now, they were almost there. They were right there. But as arms slid around his shoulders weakly, the vampire started getting really worried. Let's just hope that the faery was only unconscious. No, not hope. He was. Roddy had to convince himself of that. As he entered the building, though, he really couldn't help but to get a little shaky and start losing it.
The vampire called out for someone to help him, because he didn't know how to deal with this. Very shortly, a female figure appeared at the top of the grand staircase, and Roderich was relieved to see that it was Sangsue. She would get Gilbert the help he needed. Though the ruler didn't look like she was too happy about all the commotion, at least he hadn't woken her up or anything. It wasn't that late yet, not for them at least, and she was probably just on the way out to go hunting. But with an irritated expression, the woman descended quickly to assess the situation. She examined the gash the faery's side, and snapped her fingers, a doctorish looking man appearing at her side a few moments later. Roderich followed him as he turned to go toward some room off the main lobby area thing, and set the unconscious man on a table once inside, panic still welling up in his throat.
The man absolutely refused to let go of Gilbert's hand, and watched anxiously as the doctor somehow stopped the profuse bleeding and cleaned up around the wound. Well, at least there wouldn't be any more blood loss. For now. So he wouldn't bleed out, which was good. With his lover's life no longer in immediate danger, the vampire was able to relax and let out a breath of relief. The man in the fancy white coat then put his hands over the gaping hole in Gil's side, apparently he had some sort of healing powers. Well, that was good. Things would go a lot faster, and they wouldn't have to deal with stitches or bandages or anything. Plus, if the skin was healed up, then no more blood could come out. He would live, definitely. Thank the Gods. But the vampire still held on to Gilbert's hand firmly, waiting for him to wake back up. Hopefully it would be soon. He had to find out exactly what had happened, so he knew what he should do about it. If it really had been his minions, then Roderich would make sure there was hell to pay for them.
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Post by { Gilbert on Sept 1, 2011 16:14:23 GMT -5
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It took him a few minutes, but the faery's heart gradually started increasing to a regular pace. After that, Gilbert started to realize that there was a hand holding his own limp one. So he tried his best to squeeze that hand, to let Roderich know that he was still there. And although in his mind, he squeezed as hard as he could, in reality he only squeezed the slightest bit. Soon after that, he was able to open his eyes, and roll his head over to see Roderich. And man, was he a sight for sore eyes. Especially after thinking that you may never get to see the vampire again. Which was a brief thought, but still there.
A few more minutes, and Gilbert had gained the ability to move again. He laced his fingers with Roderich's and smiled, just happy to be alive. Gilbird flew down and landed on the faery's chest as he lay there and let the doctor continue healing him. Thank the gods for special abilities of the inhuman. He turned his crimson eyes on the vampire holding his hand once again. "Your stupid minions. . ." he said softly, as he found that was the only way he could talk. Instantly, the doctor chided at him for speaking. Apparently, he needed all the breath he could get to send energy to his blood for reproducing. But he really could not care less what the doctor told him to do.
"They said you acted more harshly to them ever since I came around." he quickly explained, just so that Roddy didn't get the idea that Gil had been the one to start this. Because he totally hadn't. He would restrain from attacking one of Roderich's minions now that he was able to recognize them. Because he didn't want the vampire to be mad. At all, but especially at him. Now was an exception. Gil wanted his lover to be mad at his minions. They had almost caused the poor faery to die. And that was not something to be taken lightly. "I swear, they just attacked me! Six of them. One of 'em was that creepy guy that always stands outside your door." Another hush from the doctor. Gilbert sent a crimson glare down the table at the man.
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Post by ~Roderich~ on Sept 1, 2011 16:50:57 GMT -5
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The vampire had never been so relieved in his life as he was as he watched the faery and saw him awaken. Roderich almost jumped for joy and swooped the man up in his arms again, just to hug him and make sure that no harm ever came to him again. But the doctor was still healing him, and he was still incredibly weak. So his fragile little body probably wouldn't take to that to well at all, plus it would interrupt the doctor in what he was doing, and he didn't want to upset the man who was currently caring for his lover. So instead of the exuberant reaction that was quite out of character for him, Roderich just managed a tired smile at the man on the table. Now that he knew he wouldn't have to worry about whether Gilbert made it or not, he calmed down, and the adrenaline went away, leaving him feeling fatigued.
But he had some energy left, which was good, as he would certainly need to be kicking somebody's ass for this, and what an ass kicking it would be. But first he had to find out which ass he would be kicking, so he listened intently to the quiet words Gilbert was trying to produce. The doctor reprimanded him, but they both ignored him. Yeah, it was probably not a good idea for him to talk yet, but Roddy needed to know this. And it was pretty obvious that Gil wanted him to handle this as soon as possible, so that's what he should do. And when the faery affirmed that it was indeed one of his minions which had done this, a dark look came over the vampires face. The reason they presented was not true. How could it have been? What would Gilbert being around have anything to do with how he treated them? if anything, it should have made him nicer, considering how much the man had been able to soften Roderich up. This was ridiculous.
Gilbert went on to explain what had happened in more detail, but it wasn't needed. He knew what he needed to know to deal with this, and the vampire was glad this time for the doctor quieting him. He really should stop talking so that he didn't exhaust himself more than necessary. The faery sent an unappreciative look at him, but Roderich kissed the faery's forehead, and then his lips for a brief second. “Hush now. You're tired.” The vampire whispered kindly, somehow managing to be gentle with the man even though he was furious. But he wouldn't leave to go kill them just yet, Roddy would stay with his lover until he went to sleep again. The man needed his rest, and still wouldn't make a full recovery right away, even if the wound was sealed up. Unless Gilbert told him to go, he would stay by his lover's side until the man was fully healed.
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Post by { Gilbert on Sept 1, 2011 18:59:32 GMT -5
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A wide smile crossed Gilbert's face as the vampire leaned in to kiss his face. It was still amazing that Gilbert was the only person that ever got to see that gentle, loving side of Roderich. It was probably even nonexistent before Gilbert came along, and that's what was so awesome to the faery. It made him feel really special, really wanted. And he was wanted enough to worry over, and to be relieved for when Gilbert had awoken. So the albino faery didn't care when Roderich told him to hush. It was true that he was tired. But he wanted to smother his lover in thank-you-cuddles.
Gilbert felt a tingly feeling in his side, and turned to see his once-torn skin reattaching to itself. Well that kind of looked weird. And the skin was very thin when the doctor finished, and it looked red and scarred, but at least it was healed. He'd pretty much sped the process of a month or two into a few minutes. The doctor looked exhausted. Probably was. Gilbert nodded a quick thanks to the magician that had done his work before looking back to Roddy and reaching his hands out for him with a questioning face. They were going home now, right? To rest, to heal. But more importantly, to flip the fuck out on the minions. That would be fun to watch.
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Post by ~Roderich~ on Sept 1, 2011 19:35:59 GMT -5
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When the skin on the faery's side started knitting itself back together, Roderich didn't know if he wanted to look away because it was just so weird, or if he couldn't look away because it was so interesting that it could actually do that. But since the wound was so big, that had to have taken a lot of energy to do, and that was apparent in the doctor who looked extremely tired when he withdrew. Roderich thanked the doctor quietly, wanting to make it known that he appreciated the help, but not really knowing how to do it. He wasn't used to things like thanking people, and so wasn't really comfortable doing so. But this man had saved Gilbert's life. And it wouldn't be the first habit that he had broken recently. But the doctor left the room with barely a glance and a small smile of acknowledgment at the pair of them.
Roddy assumed that Gilbert would be tired, as it did take energy from the body to heal itself, even if the process was being sped up rapidly by magic. Plus, he hadn't recuperated from all the blood loss, yet. But nevertheless, he reached for the vampire like a child wanting to be picked up, and Roddy complied. He wasn't sure what to do next, though. He had to go deal with the minions for doing this, certainly, and Gilbert would definitely want to see that. But if he brought the faery back up to the room, then there was also a chance that one of them would try to have a go at him again, since they couldn't hide the fact that they wanted him gone any longer. There were a lot of minions, so Roddy couldn't really deal with them all at the same time, and at least one ws bound to escape his sight. . . And this time, they could get him in a more fatal place. It would be an easy task to slit the man's throat in such a weakened state. The vampire shuddered at the thought. He shouldn't be thinking these things. He had almost just lost his lover, though, and he didn't want to take another chance on it.
However, there was really no other place to bring the man. And he could stay right by his side, never letting the faery out of his sight. Not to mention Gil would probably throw a fit if he missed this. So with reluctance, the vampire headed up to his room with the faery carried delicately in his arms.
Once they reached the room, Roderich threw open the door and created some sort of swirly black wind of death aura which made everyone in the vicinity scatter like birds. He stormed through the room, setting the recently healed man down on the couch gently, before turning and glaring menacingly at each minion in turn, resting on the one that the faery had identified as the one who stabbed him. Apparently, they were all scared shitless and frozen in place, because they knew that they were dead meat. Well, six of them, at least. The rest had made themselves scarce two seconds after he had entered, and were now nowhere to be found.
The vampire wasn't interested in stories, he didn't give a flying fuck about excuses, or anything else that any of them would have to say now. He knew what he needed to know, and didn't even bother saying a word to them about what they had done. Words were for people who still had a chance at life. So in the blink of an eye, he had one of them pinned up against the wall by his chest, with a look of snarling fury plastered upon his face. Roderich made quick work of ripping out said minion's throat, and then doing the same to four more. The last one, his main target, hadn't moved an inch. Apparently he was just far too afraid, although he definitely wasn't smart. Anyone with half a brain would have gotten out of there as quick as possible. Roddy would have caught him, of course. But that wasn't the point.
Now the vampire was left asking himself exactly how he should do this. The others had been fairly quick and easy, but he had to spend time on this one. Make it as horrible as possible.
(One extremely graphic scene that I didn't feel like thinking of later)
Roderich let the last body fall to the marble floor, and the overwhelming fury that had consumed him vanished. He had done his business, there was no need to stay angry. So he turned back to his lover on the couch, who was watching the whole thing. He walked back slowly, thinking to himself that he should probably wash his hands before touching the man again. The other minions peeked their heads in the door, realizing that the trouble was over and setting to work immediately on cleaning up the mess. They didn't need a command, they didn't want to be next. Roddy ignored them and sat down next to Gilbert, giving him a small, somehow innocent smile. “Well. That's taken care of.”
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