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Blood everywhere. In the car, on the seats, all over him. The way into Blades quarter marked by drops of it. Scud didn't even have the time to enjoy the fact that he finally got to drive his baby. Blade's wounds were bad and deep. Even tho he healed faster, the amount of lost blood was scaring him.
Blade now was on the floor, stretched out on his back, while Scud scattered to get all supplies for bandaging him up together. Turned out it wasn't that easy. Not cos the stuff wasn't hard to find, no, that was sorted in a cabinet. It was cos Scuds hands where shaking. Pictures of his two lady-friends had come up from the depths of his subconscious mind. Now Blade was in danger. Blood was coming from his mouth. He had to hurry up. Running back to his friend, Scud just dropped all the supplies next to B and tried to get the mens shirt outta the way. But the lose ends already had merged with he healing wounds. "Yo, man, what do I do? I can fix mechanic shit but this..." "Scud, look at me." The shades were off, so Scud could actually see the pained look on B's face. "Just rip the shirt away. The wounds gonna open up again. Get the remnants out. Clean it. Staple them afterwards. The most important thing: when you are done GET OUT!" the pronounced the last words very strict in his deep baritone voice. "Shit, B, dunno if I can do this..." Scud mumbled while trying to get some gloves over his hands.
"Forget bout the gloves, can't get an infection" cut short, Scud dumped them and went for the scissors instead. Cutting away the shirt as much as he could, he saw the whole mess in a nice close up. Shit, even with already healing, this looked like a massacre. Four cuts across his belly, so deep Scud thought he could see the innards. A shitload of more shallow cuts across the upper chest but still bleeding. Taking a pair of forceps, the started to pick out the remnants of the black shirt from the deeper wounds. There were some more cuts on the legs but those were already closed and healing. Biting his tongue and licking his lips and chewing on his lips, he tried to get it all out but some pieces where deep inside. "Sissyyyy" Blade hissed. Taking a heart, Scud put his free hand on Blades belly and pulled the flesh aside. Having more space, he got the pieces out faster. Still, with every slight pull of the skin, the blooded flooded according to the heartbeat.
The warm blood floating over his hands, Scud had a hard time focusing. The inside of the cuts looked rather funny in contrast to Blades dark skin. The flesh was bright red with a soft pinkish undertone. The edges of the cuts looked like a saw, all shredded and uneven. All the time, no matter what Scud did, Blade didn't even flinch. Didn't make a sound. Just breathed through it. Badass. But his face color was a shade paler then usual. Scud dropped the forceps once cos his hands where so slippery and the thing felt straight into a wound. Digging inside the wound with his fingers felt so weird but it had to be done. After forever, Scud couldn't find anything anymore. Wiping his hands on a towel, he got rid of the most of the blood but his skin had a reddish shade now. Now for the fun part: putting staples in them. In order to do so, he had to pull them together with one hand and put the things in with the other. By now, he was numb so he didn't care anymore. He briefly wondered who was more in a shock-state. The clocking-noise coming from the little machine made him jump a little ever goddamn time.
It felt like forever but finally Scud was done and happy with his work. B would be fine. "Ok, B, I guess just a lil cleanin and..." he looked into B's face and froze. Shit. Lips trembling, jaw clenching, eyes on a place of Scuds body he didn't wanna think about, hands curled into fists. " !" Blade managed to squeeze through his teeth, fangs appearing more prominent then usual. "Shit" was all Scud could mumble.
While Scud had been wrapped up in his task, the thirst became harder to fight for Blade. Now that Scud was done and actually faced him, he couldn't help it but stare at his throat. The vein pulsing underneath was visible cos of the stress Scud was under. And B almost could smell the guys blood over his own. Damn, he couldn't do this. As annoying and smart-mouthed the dude was, Blade thought of him as a friend. A luxury he didn't really know until now. He only knew Whistler. After B had saved Scuds life, the fucker had just stuck around. Scared shitless, but brave in his own way. Of course Blade had to safe his life more then once but the little-girl screams Scud produced when in danger where almost worth the effort. Hell, having some company was worth the effort. Even if Scud did most of the talking and shared his joints with him. And now here he was, his vampire-nature on the verge of overriding his human senses. He needed blood. He needed it now. But Scud, the brave fool, instead of leaving he asked him a question
"Uhm, do we have banked blood somewhere? Or your serum?" he looked around, suddenly remembering. "The fridge!" he was up and about before Blade could say anything about it. This was not good. Not good at all. The hemoglobin he was now missing had to be replaced and he wasn't sure if his serum would help. Or how long he could hold himself back. Damn, he couldn't afford to kill Scud. Rolling over to his side, he tried to get his feet under him. With a weak but painful groan, he got up and went to the window. About two stories high. Would hurt today but they other kind of pain was unacceptable. Shoulder first, he jumped into the glass and out of the warehouse. His landing was anything but graceful and smooth. His knees giving in, he slumped onto his hands, trying to regain his balance. Walking a few steps backwards, he rested for a few breaths on the wall behind him. He'd hate himself for what he was about to do but the alternative was even worse.
Scud ran back only to find the window shattered and Blade gone "What the fuck..." he said to no one in particular. The serum and the syringe in his hand, he chewed his lip. The mighty daywalker, unable to wait or hold on for 2 more minutes but jumping out of the window, he had the strength for that!? Ironic, wasn't it. Turning around, Scud ran down the stairs, grabbing his red jacket, putting the serum and the syringe in his pocket and went outside into the rain. B couldn't have gotten far. And he was right. Just two blocks further, he found him. Behind a dumpster, having a hobo by his throat, ready to send his fangs into the skin of the men. "Ya, Asshole!" he whistled to get Blades attention while putting the syringe and the bottle with serum together. Whirling around, snarling, Blade looked like a monster and Scud suddenly was afraid.
The vampire in him had taken over. All he saw was food. In the back of his mind, he realized that this was Scud he was just attacking. But he didn't care anymore. The blood-lust was ruling him. All he could smell was hemoglobin underneath the skin. All he could see was the frantic skipping of the vein while the heart ran track. Grabbing his victim by the neck, he threw him backwards, making Scud land hard. The air was driven out of Scuds lunges and he didn't have time to get some back inside cos Blade crushed his chest whit his body. Pulling his head to the side by the hair, he hissed and brought his own head down.