based on an image "drabble" on live journal. This will be only three/four chapters if all goes well. Reviews would be appreciated.
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Blood
Blood was everywhere, running down his hands, soaking her blouse, matting her hair. So, so much blood.
He had known it was a mistake the moment he had agreed to it. He had known he should not have let her, but how could he refuse? How could he refuse anything she asked of him and now…now this.
A soft moan escaped from her lips causing him to pull her broken body closer to him. He could feel her blood soaking through the doublet, past the silk shirt and the lycra undergarment. Her blood was soaking through to his skin.
"We're almost there Eve. Almost home. It will not be much longer."
In his arms she moaned.
"Stay with me, my love. Please, stay with me."
His own voiced frightened him. There was such desperation in its tremor, so much pleading. Did he sound as if he were on the verge of tears? No. V shook himself. He would get her home. He would fix this.
He could not make the time he wanted. If he ran with her in his arms, he risked hurting her more. The bullets had done considerable damage. Her collarbone was shattered. He could see little bits and pieces of the bone sticking from her flesh. What other injuries there were, he did not know. If the bullets still lay, lodged within her, or if they had passed through, he did not know. All he did know was she was losing blood quickly and he would not allow her to die in his arms.
"See before us Evey? See the entrance to the tunnels? A few more moments, my love. A few more moments and you will be safe in bed. Stay with me, Evey. Please, my love, please STAY WITH ME."
Hurdling himself into the darkness, V was grateful he had acquired night vision during his strange transformation in Larkhill. It made it easier to avoid debris along the torn and rusting tracks as he made his way to the lower levels, to areas of safety where he could inspect the damage without fear of further danger.
Against his shoulder Evey's breath had grown shallow and her face was transforming to an unnatural shade of white. Death was quickly approaching. He knew he could not hold it off much longer. Her blood….her life essence was leaking away quicker than he could get her to safety. Weighing the risk, V began to run. He ran as he never had before, surprising himself with his speed. In what seemed like seconds in he was in the Gallery, laying his broken doll upon his bed and rushing to retrieve his medical supplies.
Without preamble he stripped away the blouse and brassiere, taking no delight or satisfaction in a sight which usually sent thrills down his spine and caused his loins to roar into life. There was no glee in what he was seeing. There was nothing but a two ragged holes and the damage a Fingerman's gun had caused.
"Evey? Eve do you hear me?"
As he spoke, his hands moved frantically, attempting to staunch the blood and clean the area well enough for to truly inspect the damage caused. He knew she would need blood. She would need it quickly or she would die. She had lost so, so much. Scenarios' sprang to life of taking an innocent off the street and draining them for her, but no, there was no time to type someone. There was no time to find a match or a donor. He had used the last of his own personal supply weeks before after a rather vicious encounter with six Fingermen. He needed blood and he needed it now.
Stripping off his doublet and shirt, there was only on thing he could think of to do. He would give her his own and hope it did not kill her. He would connect himself to her and pray he did not grow too weak and pass out while he cleaned and tended to her wounds.