Topic: What Rhydin Does To A Person ((Rated R))

Mack

Date: 2008-05-23 02:44 EST
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Sarah had the music up pretty loud as she pranced around the kitchen in a tank-top and boy shorts. Wyatt was out working, but would be home within a few hours. She wanted to do something special and so decided to cook him a tasty dinner. Spaghetti noodles boiled in a pan and she was busy mixing the sauce in a blender.

The door opened without so much as a click. Levi had been watching, and when the foolish man had left, he waited to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything. He slipped in, and as it closed behind him, again silently, and he moved towards her with a sadistic grin in place and a fist aimed for her side. "Honey, I'm home."

For a second, she thought Wyatt had come back. But as she turned, her mind registered the voice. By that point, it was too late to retaliate. Sarah began to shrink away from Levi, taken aback by this impromptu, unexpected visit.

As his fist connected with her side, he grinned. "This is almost too easy." He looked down upon her, fangs exposed in his near-manic grin, and eyes glinting through a black mass of hair.

Sarah yelped in pain. This couldn't be happening. How could she get away? Wild, terrified eyes searched the counter tops as she crashed against them. Just as she fell away, slumping to the the floor, she managed to grab up the knife she'd used to slice the tomatoes. Grunting in pain, Sarah lunged forward on her knees, jabbing the knife into Levi's thigh. She then maneuvered a spin so that her legs caught his ankle in hopes of bringing him crashing to the floor. Holding her side, Sarah tried to escape out into the living room so she could get out of the apartment.

He gritted his teeth and let out a somewhat feral cry as she stabbed him, and he smashed face-first into the floor, blood from his nose now joining that from his thigh. It was with a pained and blackened cackle that he shot out an arm and wrapped one crushing hand around her ankle, and gave a yank that would quite possibly have brought down a bull moose. There were times that vampirism was superior, like right now.

The door was within her sights, but before she could even crawl all the way around the cupboards and into the living room, she heard a sickening crunch of bones and felt the fiery pain shoot up her leg. A blood-curdling scream echoed in the tiny kitchen as she was yanked back, vision swimming as the pain radiated throughout her entire body. Sarah flipped onto her back and kicked at Levi's face with her barefoot in hopes of distracting him long enough to release her. "You bastard! Why are you doing this?" Her angered words were mixed with doses of pain. Pointed canines were barred, pupils narrowed into her true cat's eye form.

His hand pulled on her leg as he simultaneously scrambled up, taking a foot to the face and falteringly releasing her before a stomp was delivered to her left-side lower back. "Because you took my life," His nose was quite broken, but he mixed a frown with a sneer through the cascading blood down at her. "a damn nice one," his hand shot forward for her neck. "and ripped it apart, you worthless bitch!" He flung her towards a wall. Away from the door.

The kidney shot halted any chance she had at getting away when he released her. Her back arched in pain and Sarah struggled to take in a breath. Everything had happened so suddenly. If this fight had been against anyone else, she could have won easily... but his superior strength gave him the edge she didn't have. "I didn't take it away!" She snarled, then gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body whipped through the air and slammed into the wall. She slumped to the floor and lay motionless, whimpering softly. The back of her head oozed blood; it trickled down the back of her neck and was smeared along the wall.

"How delicious." He pulled the knife from his thigh with gritted teeth and a grunt, and licked his own blood from the blade before jamming it into the wall. He stalked towards her, a rather noticeable limp marring his stride, and reset his nose with a sickening crack. As he approached her, he knelt down and drew a finger across the smear upon the wall. He licked the blood from it and a low, throaty chuckle escaped his ashen lips. "Still bittersweet, Mack." Then, rather mercilessly, he grabbed her by nearly all of her hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked her over, and spoke in a way reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. Even as a whisper. "Do you ever miss it?" He then pull/shoved her at the coffee table's general area, watching her with the eyes of a truly sick being.

Green cats eyes watched in horror as he drew near. Sarah flailed helplessly in her attempts to get away, but he reached her in a few quick strides. "Stop... this won't fix anything." She attempted to reason with him.. in hopes that he'd somehow acquired a heart. The pull on her hair was her answer. Balled fists beat against his chest as he drew her to her feet and she stumbled away as he shoved her. The searing pain in her ankle was only tolerable for a few seconds before she cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor. Her upper body smashed against the coffee table, lower jaw catching the edge and ripping open her lip. As she rolled onto the carpet, she began to cry. He was going to kill her. She mouthed Wyatt's name as she silently sobbed.

He started to laugh as she cried. Such a perfect sight. "Now, it's time to bring this to an end." He moved forward, and read her lips with the ease of a supernatural being. "He won't be coming back for a good, long while. And when he does," Levi kneeled down beside Mack's face, blood from his nose dripping onto her forehead, "he'll find you dead, and less than a trace of my passing." His hand curled once again into her hair, and his lips pulled into a truly maniacal sneer. "But as I've said, there's still a good, long while before that." His free hand moved to her shirt, and tore viciously at the fabric. "So we've time enough to take a stroll down memory lane." He was, undeniably, purely evil.

The confirmation that Wyatt wouldn't be returning for a long time only made her cry harder. Was her chance at happiness really being ripped away so suddenly? She lay silently on the floor, body twitching in pain as he knelt over her. Sarah's pain receptors began to sensitize and she began hoping for a swift death and that the Watch would find her body before Wyatt did.

Terror flooded her being when she realized that her death wasn't going to be soon. "No!" She screamed and with renewed strength began to beat at Levi's chest with one hand and cover her chest with the other. "Stop it! Just kill me," she begged. Sarah flailed, ignoring the pain her movement caused in vain attempts to throw him off her. Levi was just too strong. Sarah gave in to her helplessness when he broke two of her fingers and she lay there, screaming Wyatt's name.

Mack

Date: 2008-05-23 04:58 EST
His walk down the hallway and towards the apartment was stopped as he heard his name being cried out. His blood began to boil, and something snapped. The tone could mean a number of things, but all of them seemed to result in Wyatt's mind with Mack about to be dead. Paranoia does that to a person. He moved down the hallway at a frighteningly fast for his size, but so frighteningly calm for this emergency, pace. The axe he used at work was balanced over a shoulder as the pair of blessed, silver, spiked 'brass' knuckles were slipped on. He took up the axe again, and shouldered open the slightly cracked door. Nothing in the world could have done more to incite a bloodlust in the usually gentle giant than what he saw before him. He didn't care what this undead scum was, an axe to any part of you was a bitch to deal with. So he approached with a wound up swing. It was going for the chest, from an under swing. He was beyond speech at the moment. Probably for the next stretch of time. He was ready to release the axe and lay-in with the knuckles if this thing decided to get cheeky. He knew in that moment that it would die there, regardless of the cost his own body would be forced to pay. Nobody does what he was doing, and gets away with it.

Sarah had long since given up, so he didn't care for her screaming. It only excited him. But now, with an enraged Lumberjack coming at him, he wished he'd gagged the bitch. Levi snarled, fangs barred at Wyatt as he jumped back. He shot to the side and around the coffee table as he stuffed himself back into his pants. He took this time to size up the young boy. Wyatt rivaled him for size and carried with him an axe. The element of surprise was on his side, but Levi had something--many things--that Wyatt did not. Indescribable strength. Speed. Agility. "Why are you wasting your time, boy?" Black eyes dropped down when Sarah attempted to crawl away. He stomped down on her hair to hold her in place, between himself and the Lumberjack. "Do you want to die, too," he sneered. "What'll it be? Her first, or you?

"I'm going to cut your legs off once you can't move anymore. Then, your arms." He spoke as though it was the simplest thing in the world. "Then your dick. In segments." His voice grew darker and more hateful. He hadn't even heard what the thing had said. As far as he was concerned, he would die within the next five minutes. He didn't care. That thing would come with him and never do what it had done again. He hefted the axe in one hand, knowing perfectly well the way in which to give it the best momentum and return. He'd been using the things for years in combat anyways. He just never thought he'd actually have any intention beyond something staged. The free hand, his left, crushed in upon itself in a balled fist. His legs tensed, and his jaw tightened to the point of popping. In one sweeping motion, the axe and the Lumberjack wielding it moved forward with a grace that was unearthly for one of such stature. Another rising arc, ready to turn and slash across in a diagonal figure eight should he make the expected dodge. Wyatt knew the real fight wouldn't start until they were locked. But any hits he could get now would be damn helpful. Of course, he wasn't thinking that right now. Right now he was thinking this: Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

Levi laughed. His dark, menacing voice rumbled through the room in true amusement. "Boy, you'll wish you never walked through that door. She likes it, you see. Too bad you don't have time to ask her about all the times she screamed my name as I took her over and over again." As the bumbling Lumberjack stormed towards him, Levi sidestepped the swing and threw his head back in a laugh. What he hadn't expected was the second swing. A brilliant flash of rage exploded from him, quickly moving aside, but the blade caught him in the shoulder. A feral roar tore from his lips. Levi reached for the axe handle and ripped it out of Wyatt's grasp. He staggered back and swung it at the boy's middle, but aimed to throw it across the room. If he sliced through his belly, it would only give him an advantage. "You'll regret that, boy," he hissed.

Sarah, terrified, immediately began to crawl away when Levi stumbled back off of her hair. Ignoring the pain radiating throughout her body, she scrambled behind a chair to hide and watch the showdown.

His body was processing things that his mind couldn't right now. Like the common move most associated with the axe in his style of fighting. Luckily, the angry dead thing's stagger let Wyatt have the little flash of time he needed to react to what would've otherwise probably left his innards all over the floor. Mid-slice. He popped back and the axe careened across the room, embedding itself into the wall. At that popping back, Wyatt almost immediately moved forwards. "You'll be re-dead soon." The words were so plain in his motion that they were shocking in and of themselves. He moved to slam fully into Levi. Fists, knees, feet, teeth, forehead, arms, legs, and anything else on him was, at this moment, a viable weapon. Preferably the fists, which were securely sporting their blessed, silver, spiked 'brass' knuckles. This next part would hurt. He had the esp going on. But it didn't matter.

Mack

Date: 2008-05-23 04:59 EST
His fists came smashing down into either side of his neck. His forehead, hardened from years of banging it against tile as a young boy (at his grandmothers house, just to let you know it DID happen), met the undead's nose, and one knee found a deeply gratifying bit of solace in the crushing feeling he got when it collided with his crotch. The spikes of the blessed silver were then torn from Levi's neck, as the pair tumbled to the floor from the Lumberjack's sheer momentum, and he began to slam them into any part of him that his fists could reach. His knee just continued its current state of affairs, and his head slammed against Levi's face over and over. His own blood had even begun to trickle down his forehead. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

The vampire roared again as the boy laid into him. He felt skin rip and muscle tear. Blood seeped from his wound, but this only angered him more. Each blow served as a reason to snap the boys neck in one swift jerk. Levi managed to get a leg up and kicked into Wyatt's stomach with such force that it threw the boy back onto the couch. Jumping up moments later, he lunged viciously and made a grab for Wyatt's throat. The boy dodged and he caught his shoulder instead. Levi screamed as he yanked Wyatt to his feet and spun around, twisting his arm with him. A wicked smirk crossed his features when the bones snapped with a sickening crunch. Another spin, breaking the arm further, he fastened a hold on Wyatt's throat, squeezed, and threw him across the room. Levi bought himself some time to recover as the Lumberjack slid to the floor.

The leg meeting his stomach was taken with a jolt, and though his body did most certainly not want to go airborne and meet the couch, it did. He saw the hand heading for his throat, and dipped to the left just in time to be grabbed. He felt his arm bending and trying not to give way, but ultimately it did and the snap brought a flash of white to his eyes. The second snap brought on another, though it was spotted with red as well. He felt his throat crushed shut, and then felt that airborne feeling again before his back slammed into the wall. He was in more pain at that moment than he'd been in longer than he could remember. His right arm hung like a rag doll's from the shoulder socket down, and his left was clenching and unclenching in a spasming manner. PAIN. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. HURT. DIE. DIE. DANGERS. DIE. He was already scrambling to his feet. The axe was protruding from the wall beside him. His mind might've considered the possibilities of getting it, but his body simply reached out with the still-functioning left arm, and with an adrenaline-fueled, single yank, it was free. He turned, then, to face the thing that had to die.

Though he'd never admit it, the boy was putting up a good fight. Levi's eyes flashed again when Wyatt made use of the axe he'd earlier embedded into the wall. No matter; the boy was exhausted and Levi was just getting started. He side-stepped the coffee table and began moving towards the maimed Lumberjack.

His senses noted the high-pitched hum of a charging blaster too late. Out of the corner of his eye, a brilliant flash of blue light emanated from the weapon held by a quivering Sarah. The bolt connected with his chest and burned a hole straight through. Levi stopped dead in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at Sarah. "Do you ever miss it??" She wheezed, now slumping against the doorway of the kitchen. She watched passively as Wyatt staggered towards Levi. The vampire dropped to his knees and fell forward onto the coffee table. "?life?"

?I won?t miss yours.? The blaster clattered to the floor as Sarah lost consciousness. Falling on top of it, she called for Wyatt one last time before everything went black.

He watched the creature approach, expecting to be destroyed any moment now, and became startled as a bolt of energy pierced the thing. He couldn't take time to think about it, or to register where it had come from. Not even why that voice made his heart lurch in its desperation. He just had to kill it. That was the only way this could ever be overcome. That sick, vile, beastly creature had to be silenced for eternity. When he nearly stood over him, axe hefted back over his shoulder for the harshest amount of brunt force, he spoke once. His voice was harsh and raspy from his throat being clenched shut, yet still deep and filled with boundless hatred. "I told you so." It was the last words Levi would ever hear. The axe came down upon his neck, crashing through bone and flesh and coffee table, and met the ground. Wyatt stood straight up after a moment, and then turned slowly to look for Sarah. He saw her on the floor, and for a moment thought she was actually dead. He stumbled towards her, shouting, and then made it into the hallway before he crashed into the door of the people living across the hall. When he did, still yelling for anyone to help her, he heard a door open, and then the world faded from view.

Why at?

Date: 2008-06-01 03:18 EST
The thing about Garl and Geneane Daggerclaw is that they're a really unsuspecting couple.

So, when they heard the loud music and banging and crashing noises coming from the other side of the hall, they assumed the young couple across the way was doing what so many young couples did, and were doing it with a downright unabashed flair. But when the large man came crashing into their door with a shattered arm screaming for someone to help Sarah, the Dwarven couple of forty-two years had to ask themselves, Are we really that dense?

And here it was that a couple of Dwarves, which would never have otherwise emerged from the white noise that is Rhy?dinian society, stepped forward to save two of their own. For you see, it was the most gracious of coincidences that had the paired couple owning and operating their own funeral parlor. Garl Daggerclaw was one of the few priests living outside his clan, and his wife Geneane was an exceptional undertaker. The pair had met by chance, though at a young age for Dwarves, and were grand friends until they finally fell into a coupling and love some years later. This is all pertinent in one way or another, despite what little sense it may seem to make at the moment.

Garl almost immediately moved into action, reluctant as he may have been. His gruff voice and long beard made him seem bigger than he was, like a little mountain. ?Geny, prop the kid against the wall, I?ll check fer the girl.? And check he did. He moved clunkily into the apartment next door, and discovered there a scene. A scene the likes of which he?d never have expected to find in all his years. The place was in tatters, there was blood all over the floors, smeared across the walls, something (quite possibly a few somethings) was burning in the kitchen, the girl in question was in a heap on the floor, breathing like she was dipping into a coma, and there was a body without a head going through about half of the remnants of a coffee table.

Suffice to say, the lad hadn?t been exaggerating in his desperation.

?By the fires of the Abyss, they killed a f~cking Vampire!? Garl was about as shocked as any Priest would be at this little revelation. This, however, was also the couples? saving grace. Garl had never been that big a fan of the undead, much as his profession would indicate. He called back out into the hall for Geneane to help him with the girl, but only after filling their own tub with water. She didn?t ask why, seeing as Garl had always had reason for any strange demands. When she entered the annihilated apartment, she understood why. ?Oh my? Garl, what d?you think happened?? There wasn?t really time to consider what a proper reaction to such a scene would be. I mean, seriously. How often would you expect the people living just a few feet from your front door to be beaten and broken half to death by the Vampire that just happened to be spending the first few minutes of its second death lying upon a shattered coffee table without a head?

I?ll tell you just how often. Not very.

Why at?

Date: 2008-06-01 03:22 EST
?It?s obvious, ain?t it!? That damn Vampire must?ve broken in and got itself a fresh arse ripped out by these kids? Never had much?ve a taste fer the walkin? blasphemers myself.? Garl checked the girl thoroughly, with all the skill of an experienced Priest. A shattered ankle, a couple of snapped fingers, and a few cracked ribs, but better off than he?d have expected from any Human dealing with a Vampire. She had at least one internal injury bad enough to cause a little bleeding, but nothing that couldn?t be taken care of at the clinic. Garl carefully moved the girl out into the hall, ignoring her occasional whimpers or mumblings that sounded vaguely like ?why it?. When she?d settled, he finally replied. ?Don?t worry about it, lass. It probly just wandered in hungry, but it?s long dead now. Garl an Geny?re gonna take care of ye now.? Garl went back into the room, and couldn?t help but crack a worrisome smile as Geny hefted the Vampire?s corpse over one stout shoulder. That was one of the reasons he?d fallen in love with her; she was never afraid to get knee-deep in the bad stuff. ?Ye?re gonna put ?em in the tub, aye?? She looked at him with a sort of quirk-browed, ?what?m I, an idiot?? look, and brushed past him, the thing?s head swinging in her left hand. ?Aye, the tub.?

Things here or there taken care of, and the couple?s apartment shut up tightly, the Dwarves each slung one partly over a shoulder, partly cradled (they weren?t exactly on-par, height wise anyways?) and moved on out of the apartment building and into the streets. Garl may have been a mere four and a half feet, but he hefted the Lumberjack-esque guy as though he were a sack of grain. Geny seemed not to even notice the girl. They would?ve been receiving much stranger looks if Garl weren?t in his Priest?s robes, but they still got a fair number as they trekked the path leading towards the clinic. Admittedly, Garl had to give a few rather gruff versions of ?What?re YOU lookin? at?? to more than enough nasty street-crawlers. The faded, whitewashed walls of the clinic came into view, and Garl let out a breath of relief. They?d soon be out of this business altogether, and the couple could do as they liked once they were safely taken care of.

Once Sarah and Wyatt had both been taken by the orderlies and settled onto stretchers, they?d begun to reawaken a little. Sarah had nothing to do or say, drifting along the edges of consciousness and having just enough sense to discern that she was out of immediate danger. Wyatt, however, had a rather violent awakening.

?..... Sa- SARAH!? The orderly that had been getting him situated painfully realized that he?d taken up the shortest-sticked of the medical professions. And being an Elf, he realized that litheness and a minute, elegant frame were lost entirely on a raging half-conscious Human running on nothing but adrenaline and anger. A rather ham-like left fist connected with the surprised orderly?s jaw, and it gave a cracking noise as it moved to a rather disjointed position. The fluttering eyes of the Elf signaled he?d very much gone into a state of shock, and four more orderlies were on Wyatt within moments. He was thrashing and fighting against the three Humans and one additional Elf, but one eventually got a hypodermic with enough sedatives to knock out a half-Orc into him. He didn?t last much longer after that.

Sarah had snapped back into reality as she heard her name fly loose. She looked on, slightly taken aback and slightly horrified at what she was watching. Holy sh*t? He?s still fighting like that? For me? She thought to say something, but then he?d been stuck and began to slip under. They wheeled him off, and as they did she turned to the doctor standing alongside her stretcher. She didn?t feel much of the pain anymore, even though it was certainly there. More like a dull buzzing, really. ?What.. What the hell?re you doing with Wyatt..?? The doctor placed a hand on her arm, and gave her a warm, reassuring smile that looked like it had been practiced into being perfectly natural, but too natural to have been practiced. It sort of pissed her off. ?Don?t worry.. Uh, I?d assume your name is Sarah, then? Well, they?re taking him into surgery right now. His arm?s very badly broken in several places, and he?s got a few internal injuries. You?re heading into surgery now yourself, dear. Just relax.? Sarah quirked a brow, but the needle was already in her neck. She opened her mouth in protest, but she was out by the time the words reached her throat.

The orderly with the glass jaw was sent into surgery as well, for anyone who would?ve gone mad with loose-endedness.

Mack

Date: 2008-06-05 18:01 EST
There comes a time in every bad girls life when she has to stop and ask herself what she?s doing.

After her surgeries, Sarah drifted in and out of consciousness for several hours until the pain kept her awake. Orderlies moved in and out of her room, changing bedding, propping pillows, checking incisions. The Watch came by a few times, too. Sarah feigned memory loss and eventually they left her alone.

Alone. Where was Wyatt? She?d asked once, but was only told, ?due to complications, we have to keep him heavily sedated until we?re sure he?s fine?. It worried her. The first night was the hardest. When all was quiet in the clinic, save for the blips and beeps of various hospital machinery. The silence was disconcerting. Fear began to set in and after the fourth call to the nurse, she stopped coming. Sarah cowered in her bed and sobbed.

But finally, daybreak. The sun began to shine through the blinds and the entourage of orderlies and Watch members began all over again. At some point, though she couldn?t remember when, a healer came in and fixed her broken fingers. Since the IV and BP monitor had been hooked up to her good hand, she was now able to feed herself instead of having a nurse do it for her like a baby.

?When can I see him?? She?d begged a nurse who finally gave in and looked at a chart.

?Tomorrow they?re sending you both home.?

Relief flooded Sarah. She hated hospitals. But as the onset of dusk approached once more, she knew she would not be able to handle yet another night of terror. When the lights were dimmed and the nurses were busy at their desks gossiping about shoes and their husbands, Sarah slipped out of bed. As quietly as possible, she wheeled the IV stand along with her down the hallway. Earlier, she?d bribed an orderly into telling her Wyatt?s room number. Luckily, they were on the same floor and not too far apart.

Room 119 was just as cold and dark as hers had been. Slowly, Sarah crept inside, limping lamely with the giant cast on her foot. It was probably bad for her to even be trying to walk on it now--and the terrible pain she felt was testament to this fact. But she had to see him.

Hazel green cats eyes immediately welled up with tears when she saw him laying there. She didn?t know the extent of his injuries, but with the tubes and wires sticking out from all over the place and the giant sling they had his arm in made her queasy. A frenzied sob rose in her throat as she leaned over him, free hand clutching at the front of his gown.

It hit her in that moment what she?d caused. Her bad choices had finally caught up with her and not only had she been punished, but an innocent bystander as well. Wyatt didn?t deserve these kinds of terrible things happening to him. He was? just a kid. A nice kid. Sarah began to wheeze when the crying began to hurt her side.
There was just enough room for her to squeeze into bed with him. She couldn?t sleep alone for even one more night. She needed him. One last time for she was sure he would be walking away from her later on.

But tonight? He was hers. Sarah carefully laid beside Wyatt on the hospital bed and clung to him all night. She didn?t dare try to sleep for fear of seeing Levi in her dreams, but the comfort she gained from being by Wyatt?s side was enough. Enough for now. And it would have to be enough forever. Sarah shut her eyes, trying to block out tomorrow. He would leave. She just knew it.

And it would be better that way, she told herself. He?d be long gone and Sarah wouldn?t be able to hurt him anymore.