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Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Canon Character (Sanguini) / Canon Character (Carmilla Sanguina)
Original Character (Olia) / Original Character (Hunter)
The seventh and final instalment of the Halloween series!
Happy Halloween!
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Blaise opened his eyes. He had an overwhelming desire to cough and rid his throat and lungs of soot, but as a vampire he didn't need to breathe much anyway, and his next feed would wash the soot down easily enough.
Realising that he didn't really feel thirsty, Blaise sat up with a slight frown. He discovered that Draco and Ginevra were lying on beds on either side of him, and they both had bags of blood flowing into them through a needle in their hands. Looking at his own hand, Blaise pulled the small piece of metal out with a slight grimace. Such a Muggle way to keep them alive. But he supposed it had worked...
"You're the first to heal. Although, I'm not too surprised, considering your inner animal," a voice murmured behind Blaise.
Blaise didn't start; he'd heard Sanguini enter the room silently while he'd been taking the needle from his hand.
"I would like to take Draco and Ginevra home, if you don't mind. They will require fresh blood, and will not be pleased with these bags," he said to Sanguini.
"Eldest would like to talk to you first," Sanguini replied, sounding apologetic.
"I would not like to talk to him. You and Carmilla were the only two to watch after us. Eldest left the moment the fight had finished. I will talk to no others," Blaise said, turning to look at Sanguini properly.
Sanguini let out a small hiss on seeing Blaise's appearance. His eyes were black, one pupil red and the other a stormy grey.
"Your eyes..." Sanguini tried to explain, seeing Blaise's curious look.
"Yes, I know. Draco and Ginevra will be the same," Blaise said, looking back to his lovers. "We will be going now. Tell your Council member that both you and Carmilla require seats on the Council. If this request is not met, then we will dispose of them in the same way as we did Olia."
Sanguini nodded his head curtly.
"You once asked us what you could do for us after we killed Olia. I would like you to look after the dogs and Thestral for us. We'll collect them when they're ready to forgive us for Nike's death," Blaise murmured, sounding sad.
"I will look after them as if they were my own," he replied.
Taking the robe that was at the end of the bed, Blaise slipped it on as he stood up. He took the needles out of his lovers hands, and stroked their hands softly, looking down at them tenderly.
"One more thing, Sanguini," Blaise added, not looking away from them. "Carmilla's reward is on her dresser. Tell her to use it wisely."
Sanguini looked more than confused at that statement; what on earth could Blaise possibly give to Carmilla that he couldn't? Before he had time to question it, Blaise, Ginevra and Draco disappeared without so much as a flurry of wind or a tell-tale pop.
With a small sigh, Sanguini left to tell Eldest the news.
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Carmilla waited in her room impatiently. Sanguini was supposed to be back by now with news on the vampire trio. She paced fruitlessly, murmuring under her breath every so often.
A tiny light came from her dresser, and with a frown, Carmilla walked over to investigate. It wasn't a light from a candle; Sanguini had taken most of her candles since the time she'd turned one into a Babylon candle with her latest victim's blood.
Seeing a small dish of grey powder with a note next to it, Carmilla opened the note curiously. As she read it, a smile lit up her face far brighter than a tiny light from a dresser.
Carmilla,
Your reward is in the dish. While the blood of a vampire child is ten times more potent than that of three mortals, the ashes of such a vampire are even better to retain your beauty.
A word of warning: do not overuse or misuse this gift. We will know, and you will be punished accordingly.
Blaise, Ginevra, Draco.
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Blaise tended to his lovers patiently and tenderly, making sure they had everything they needed. While he had been burning, they had reached out to catch him, the fire consuming them as well. They were lucky to be in touch with their inner animals at the time, or else they would have become dust and ashes like Olia. Their animals had protected them until Blaise's phoenix could take the fire back again.
Their animals were scorched and burned badly, and Blaise had to tend to their wounds as well as the physical ones on his lovers. Draco's arm was starting to heal itself, although there would always be a white scar where Olia had bitten the flesh from his limb. Ginevra's scars were healing up quite nicely, but a few were too deep to heal properly, and her legs would probably have the scars for the rest of her life.
Blaise beckoned the mortal to him, and she hurried over willingly, offering her wrists over the small wooden bowl. He smiled at her charmingly as his nail cut the soft flesh, making sure she would feel no pain. He didn't want the pain of a stranger to add to the pain he already felt for his lovers. He healed the wounds, and she returned to the corner once more. Taking the bowl, Blaise gently fed Draco and Ginevra, the phoenix checking on the horse and leopard at the same time.
Their minds are healing quickly, and they are anxious to return to us. They will be awake soon, the phoenix reassured him.
Blaise hoped that they would wake soon. For all three of them, one minute had just ended and their future was, once more, waiting to begin...
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End of the Halloween Minutes series!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
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