Wounds
There was a lot of yelling going on. Raphael had to repeat himself several times before any of his people heard him.
"Raphael says everybody out!" Jez relayed. She glared at the werewolves. "Outside, now." Raphael couldn't see the look on her face, but he was pretty sure that it was her 'do as I say or I'll kill you' look. The three mutts filed out the door with most of the vampires, including Jez, Zeke, and Lily, following behind them. The crowd parted for them like the Red Sea.
Elliot and Gennyfer knelt beside Raphael. "Can you walk?" Elliot asked. "Or do you need someone to carry you?" Raphael would never be able to live it down if he had to be carried after just getting stabbed once. Well, he wasn't actually alive, but that wasn't the point.
"I can walk." The two of them helped him stand. He leaned heavily on Gennyfer so that Elliot was free. Raphael looked at Elliot and spoke as clearly as he could. "Use the encanto, make the mundanes forget about this, then meet us outside."
"Sure thing boss." Unfortunately, Stephan was rubbing off on him. Elliot turned to the mundies, who were beginning to come out of their general stupor, and began to speak. By the time he was done everyone in Pandemonium would be convinced that a single drunk man had trashed the bar and been escorted out of the club by security. Elliot was really good with messing with peoples' heads.
Lily ambushed them as soon as they got outside. "You shouldn't be walking!" she hissed quietly to Raphael. "Do you know how much blood you've lost?" Raphael shrugged. He guessed it was somewhere around the amount of 'a lot'.
"I have my dignity." he argued. "Where are the werewolves?" The area outside of the club was alarmingly empty for 2AM. Most of the vampires had left, probably on Lily's orders, and two of the werewolves were nowhere to be seen. Amos coughed and Raphael raised an eyebrow at him.
"I told them to leave…"
"Which means that they are somewhere around the corner, waiting to make sure that we don't kill you." Jez said. Amos blushed. Raphael unintentionally drew attention from him by coughing and spraying blood all over the pavement. Lily cursed in Mandarin and forced him to sit down in the alleyway next to the club.
"You need blood five minutes ago." she berated. "You're not healing fast enough." They hadn't brought any blood with them, and it was too dangerous to just grab a random mundie.
"I'll go back to the hotel." Elliot volunteered. Lily shook her head.
"No time. Gennyfer, you have the most human cells." Gennyfer looked up at Lily from where she was crouching beside Raphael. Her hands were stained red from attempting to stop him from bleeding out. It took a few seconds for her to understand what Lily was saying, but then she nodded and rolled up her sleeve.
"Hang on." Amos protested. "He can have my blood."
"When were you bitten?" Lily questioned, already knowing the answer.
"A month ago." Not recently enough for him to still be partially human.
"Then, no."
"Anyone have a knife?" Gennyfer asked, stopping their potential argument. Of course, no-one did. She sighed and proceeded to rip open her forearm with her fangs. "You kill me and I'll haunt you till you die." she warned, holding her arm in front of Raphael.
"Noted." He drank her blood, only stopping when his blood stopped leaking out of him. He was sure that he hadn't taken too much from her, but she still hissed at him as the wound in her arm began to heal. He could have sworn that, for a brief moment, her eyes shone red, but he knew that wasn't possible.
"Greedy." she muttered. Then she decided to worry everyone there by passing out.
"Hotel, now." Lily ordered. She turned to glare at Amos. "And werewolf? Stay away from us, or next time you might not be so lucky."
About an hour later Raphael was sitting beside the bed in his room, fully healed, waiting for Gennyfer to wake up. She was only in his room because Zeke had decided he wanted to punch something, and her bedroom's door had turned out to be that something. Raphael had let Zeke off with a warning; the whole clan was high strung at the moment.
Gennyfer mumbled something incoherent in her sleep. Raphael looked at her face and then buried his head in his hands. When had things become so complicated for their clan? He had just been taken down by a single, untransformed werewolf for goodness sakes! At least he wasn't claiming to be the leader anymore, so it only reflected badly on him, not the entire clan. It was a lot easier to build back up a personal reputation.
It could have started when Simon Lewis became the Daylighter. A vampire able to walk in sunlight could certainly be considered the forerunner of the apocalypse. Then again, the Daylighter would never have become a vampire if he and his precious Shadowhunters hadn't gone to one of Magnus' many parties. And that wouldn't have happened if…
Raphael just decided to admit that his life wouldn't have been as complicated if he hadn't gone vampire hunting with his friends all those years ago.
Then again, he would never have met Ragnor Fell if he hadn't gotten turned into a vampire and become Magnus' roommate. The times he had spent with the green warlock were some of the best times of his life. It was a shame he was dead.
Raphael looked up as Gennyfer mumbled again. This time her eyes shot open. "What the…?" She sat up and blinked at Raphael. "Why am I in your room?"
"Zeke."
"What?"
"He turned your door into kindling."
"Oh." Gennyfer yawned. She had woken up just in time to watch the sun rise. Well, she would have, if she could see the sun without bursting into flames. "Remind me to yell in his face tomorrow?" Zeke was about a foot taller than her. She would either have to fly, or cut Zeke down to her height before she was able to yell directly into his face. Remembering how out of control he had been when he started flying, Raphael thought that either of those would be interesting to see.
"Gladly." He yawned. "You should go back to sleep."
Gennyfer started to get up. "I'll go to my room."
"No door. I'll go, if that's alright with you." Gennyfer shook her head.
"You're dead on your feet! I mean, more than usual." She shifted over a few feet, creating enough space for him to lie on the mattress beside her. "Get into bed." she ordered. "But no touching." Raphael compiled but only, he told himself, because he was too tired to argue.
"You realize I'm going to have trouble looking your father in the face tomorrow?" he asked quietly.
"Why would you have to…?" Gennyfer stopped her question when she had completely comprehended what he had said. "Are you serious?"
Raphael nodded drowsily. "You're going home."
