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Sorry it's taken so long people, just caught up in the holiday buzz.
*captain's name
Chapter 3
It's About Time
Quinn ran along the crowded sidewalks of Vancouver in a desperate search for the bar where his friends were stationed, but he had received no luck as of yet. The smell of human sweat and beer was intoxicating in the crowd of people, and he couldn't think straight. He looked downwards to the load he was carrying in his muscular arms.
Ash was deathly pale, even for a vampire, and there was so much blood he couldn't even begin to look for it's source. Suddenly, he sensed a number of similar presences down the road and guessed that location was where he was headed.
He reached the door to the bar and mentally yelled at his companions. They and the two new recruits arrived moments later to where he stood, and said not a word, for their eyes were all locked on Ash's limp figure, covered in blood. Thea was the first to rush forward, but she was still silent. A second later Delos arrived having destroyed the remaining antagonists with his powerful blue fire. Finally, someone spoke,
"Quick, take him to somewhere we can stabilized him so he can travel to the jet. Thea do you have anything with you?" Thierry asked.
"I'll make do," she replied.
Quinn rushed into the building, oblivious to any of its drinkers and called, "Help!"
Almost, immediately an employee ran forward.
"Do you have a back room here?"Quinn asked hurriedly.
"Yes sir, but might I suggest a-."
"Just show me!"
And with that persistent yell, the balding bar-mate pointed to a door to the rear of the bar that read: "Employees Only" which turned out to be a storage unit for quite an amount of alcohol.
The group barely fit in there leaving just enough room for Ash to be comfortably placed on the floor. He was, and Thea, being the only witch in tow, started to quickly examine and attempt to heal his wounds. After long moments of anxiety and anticipation and a makeshift tourniquet, she stood upright and said, "He's alive, but just barely. We need him to get to the jet so I can properly doctor him. It seems he took a mighty blast to the chest, and lost a lot of blood. I think I stopped most of the bleeding, but he is going to need a donor when he's awake."
No one moved.
"Well don't just stand there! Pick him up for Goddess's sake! He's gonna live but only if his friends take care of him! Now!"
It was Delos's turn to carry the precious cargo since Quinn was also soaked in his friend's crimson lifeblood. He picked Ash up as if he were nothing but a child. Thierry directed them out the back door and through numerous streets and alleyways and tunnels and secret passageways until they reached the jet which lay alone is a deserted field outside of town. It's only guard was, Anthony, the captain.
The door opened and the nine people climbed aboard. The near-dead Ash was given the proper medical care (well, as proper as you can get in a situation like this) and was stitched, bandaged, and drugged until he finally started to come to.
"What," he started weakly, "what happened?"
Finally, Quinn answered the question that everyone wanted to know, "That witch chick blew you to pieces. Seriously, the broad came out of nowhere. How come we didn't know about her?" he asked now turning to their leader.
"I
don't
know,
maybe
they
were
expecting
us to
pull
something
, or
they
just had
her for
back up.
Who
knows?
We're
all
alive,
and we
accomplis
hed our
mission,
so now,"
he
paused
and
directed
his gaze
toward
Ash's
figure
on the
floor,
"we can
fly in
to Briar
Creek."
The company turned to Ash; his warm, honey-brown eyes looked very distant, like he was dreaming, and no one dared disturb him.
"Ash," Thea started, "you really need to eat something. I'll volunteer."
"No, I couldn't-."
"You will if you want to live to see Briar Creek, now come here!" she said with surprising attitude.
She kneeled by him, and never appeared frightened as he sank his hungry fangs into her and drank from her milky-white neck. He soon finished, and looked somewhat better, though he was still disheveled.
"We can leave now," Thierry said.
Physically, Ash looked very broken and beat-up. Clean, herb-soaked bandages covered his chest and left arm and shoulder against his bare chest, leaving a faint scent in the crowded cab of the jet. His leather jacket lay on the floor forgotten and covered in blood while his pants were torn. This gave him the look of a beggar...but a cute one. He whispered one thing to himself, "Finally," before falling into a doze.
The jet took off and began it's 2 hour journey to an abandoned military airport two miles outside of Briar Creek.
Ash awoke as soon as the craft had landed. The first thing he did, as everyone watched in silence, was clean his coat to cover his damaged arms. Then, he combed his blonde hair back neatly and stiffly walked outside.
"What are we-?" Isabel, the new witch asked only to be cut off with a hiss by Rashel.
"Follow him," she whispered to her mate. Quinn got up quietly and started after his friend.
The wind was blowing, and it chilled the bone, sprouting goose bumps on Ash's arms. His hair once again regained it's wild composure in the breeze, and he felt the cool wind through the tears in his clothes. But all of his thoughts remained on one thing as he walked to the pitiful hamlet some called home: Mary-Lynette.
So long had he dreamed of the day when he would finally see her again in person, not in a dream. So long had he yearned to look into her wise eyes and be comforted by the fact that, as long as he had her, everything would be ok. The end of the world and the thought of death didn't disturb his thoughts as he came nearer and nearer to his beloved. Did she know he was coming? Did she still love him, or was he just an image of the past?
He paused so the figure behind him could catch up, and then he and Quinn walked...walked...in silence together.
They came to a road and followed it until they came to a house, a beautiful structure among all the dust and dirt and grime of the town. It was beautiful, because she was there. Everything she did shined with her radiance. She was...his.
Ash made the journey to the house alone as Quinn waited patiently by the street. The walkway seemed so long, as if it would never end, but it did. Ash was on the doorstep of her home. He raised his right fist to knock on the door quietly. A few moments passed, and Ash was about to knock again, but then, slowly and without a creek, the door opened.
~I finished crying in the instant that you left, and I can't remember where or when or how...~
Celine Dion
So, did you like it? Hope you enjoyed, please review, eve if you already have, it's nice to hear feedback, even if you just want to ramble on about what you have for lunch. And I added the lyrics at the end just to add a little something extra. Until next time...
Sorry it's taken so long people, just caught up in the holiday buzz.
*captain's name
Chapter 3
It's About Time
Quinn ran along the crowded sidewalks of Vancouver in a desperate search for the bar where his friends were stationed, but he had received no luck as of yet. The smell of human sweat and beer was intoxicating in the crowd of people, and he couldn't think straight. He looked downwards to the load he was carrying in his muscular arms.
Ash was deathly pale, even for a vampire, and there was so much blood he couldn't even begin to look for it's source. Suddenly, he sensed a number of similar presences down the road and guessed that location was where he was headed.
He reached the door to the bar and mentally yelled at his companions. They and the two new recruits arrived moments later to where he stood, and said not a word, for their eyes were all locked on Ash's limp figure, covered in blood. Thea was the first to rush forward, but she was still silent. A second later Delos arrived having destroyed the remaining antagonists with his powerful blue fire. Finally, someone spoke,
"Quick, take him to somewhere we can stabilized him so he can travel to the jet. Thea do you have anything with you?" Thierry asked.
"I'll make do," she replied.
Quinn rushed into the building, oblivious to any of its drinkers and called, "Help!"
Almost, immediately an employee ran forward.
"Do you have a back room here?"Quinn asked hurriedly.
"Yes sir, but might I suggest a-."
"Just show me!"
And with that persistent yell, the balding bar-mate pointed to a door to the rear of the bar that read: "Employees Only" which turned out to be a storage unit for quite an amount of alcohol.
The group barely fit in there leaving just enough room for Ash to be comfortably placed on the floor. He was, and Thea, being the only witch in tow, started to quickly examine and attempt to heal his wounds. After long moments of anxiety and anticipation and a makeshift tourniquet, she stood upright and said, "He's alive, but just barely. We need him to get to the jet so I can properly doctor him. It seems he took a mighty blast to the chest, and lost a lot of blood. I think I stopped most of the bleeding, but he is going to need a donor when he's awake."
No one moved.
"Well don't just stand there! Pick him up for Goddess's sake! He's gonna live but only if his friends take care of him! Now!"
It was Delos's turn to carry the precious cargo since Quinn was also soaked in his friend's crimson lifeblood. He picked Ash up as if he were nothing but a child. Thierry directed them out the back door and through numerous streets and alleyways and tunnels and secret passageways until they reached the jet which lay alone is a deserted field outside of town. It's only guard was, Anthony, the captain.
The door opened and the nine people climbed aboard. The near-dead Ash was given the proper medical care (well, as proper as you can get in a situation like this) and was stitched, bandaged, and drugged until he finally started to come to.
"What," he started weakly, "what happened?"
Finally, Quinn answered the question that everyone wanted to know, "That witch chick blew you to pieces. Seriously, the broad came out of nowhere. How come we didn't know about her?" he asked now turning to their leader.
"I
don't
know,
maybe
they
were
expecting
us to
pull
something
, or
they
just had
her for
back up.
Who
knows?
We're
all
alive,
and we
accomplis
hed our
mission,
so now,"
he
paused
and
directed
his gaze
toward
Ash's
figure
on the
floor,
"we can
fly in
to Briar
Creek."
The company turned to Ash; his warm, honey-brown eyes looked very distant, like he was dreaming, and no one dared disturb him.
"Ash," Thea started, "you really need to eat something. I'll volunteer."
"No, I couldn't-."
"You will if you want to live to see Briar Creek, now come here!" she said with surprising attitude.
She kneeled by him, and never appeared frightened as he sank his hungry fangs into her and drank from her milky-white neck. He soon finished, and looked somewhat better, though he was still disheveled.
"We can leave now," Thierry said.
Physically, Ash looked very broken and beat-up. Clean, herb-soaked bandages covered his chest and left arm and shoulder against his bare chest, leaving a faint scent in the crowded cab of the jet. His leather jacket lay on the floor forgotten and covered in blood while his pants were torn. This gave him the look of a beggar...but a cute one. He whispered one thing to himself, "Finally," before falling into a doze.
The jet took off and began it's 2 hour journey to an abandoned military airport two miles outside of Briar Creek.
Ash awoke as soon as the craft had landed. The first thing he did, as everyone watched in silence, was clean his coat to cover his damaged arms. Then, he combed his blonde hair back neatly and stiffly walked outside.
"What are we-?" Isabel, the new witch asked only to be cut off with a hiss by Rashel.
"Follow him," she whispered to her mate. Quinn got up quietly and started after his friend.
The wind was blowing, and it chilled the bone, sprouting goose bumps on Ash's arms. His hair once again regained it's wild composure in the breeze, and he felt the cool wind through the tears in his clothes. But all of his thoughts remained on one thing as he walked to the pitiful hamlet some called home: Mary-Lynette.
So long had he dreamed of the day when he would finally see her again in person, not in a dream. So long had he yearned to look into her wise eyes and be comforted by the fact that, as long as he had her, everything would be ok. The end of the world and the thought of death didn't disturb his thoughts as he came nearer and nearer to his beloved. Did she know he was coming? Did she still love him, or was he just an image of the past?
He paused so the figure behind him could catch up, and then he and Quinn walked...walked...in silence together.
They came to a road and followed it until they came to a house, a beautiful structure among all the dust and dirt and grime of the town. It was beautiful, because she was there. Everything she did shined with her radiance. She was...his.
Ash made the journey to the house alone as Quinn waited patiently by the street. The walkway seemed so long, as if it would never end, but it did. Ash was on the doorstep of her home. He raised his right fist to knock on the door quietly. A few moments passed, and Ash was about to knock again, but then, slowly and without a creek, the door opened.
~I finished crying in the instant that you left, and I can't remember where or when or how...~
Celine Dion
So, did you like it? Hope you enjoyed, please review, eve if you already have, it's nice to hear feedback, even if you just want to ramble on about what you have for lunch. And I added the lyrics at the end just to add a little something extra. Until next time...