Tale Spin

{I am on my fucking knees, Tory in my arms...ten pints of blood in a living body...just ten measly-assed pints, and Tory looks to have lost at least half of them to the crimson stain spreading a glossy pool across the filthy concrete floor of this hell hole, Tory's skin taking on the waxy pallor of shock, pulse thready under my fingertips, Rhage's trench slung over sagging shoulders... Fuck..so caught up in the red haze of vengeance, I failed to even notice her bleeding out in front of me, that cock-sucking piece of shit must have sunk the blade in Tory's femoral artery right before she gelded the sick MOFO...talk about snatching defeat from the claws of victory, vital minutes lost, Tory is death warmed over in my arms, lids low, breath ragged with air-hunger, the make-shift leather tourniquet failing to stem her rapid exsanguination, panic pounding hard between my ears, fangs unsheathing to brutally score my wrist, a bloody vein pressed to Tory's pale lips, fisting my gloved palm, willing my blood to keep her heart pumping, desperation cracking my voice} Drink Tory...please...fucking drink
*fuck, I'm weak...any adrenaline, any strength marking me in a crimson stain of my own blood, aware through blurry eyes of V...vision winking until he's a shadow trying to stave of the chill creeping through my bones to freeze my lower body and run agony up one side...fuck...what happened? I hadnt felt anything, couldnt feel anything now but that ice turning my blood to slush in my veins, a sluggish pump in my chest the only sign that there is any movement possible as I struggle to draw breath through tight lungs, intermittently blind to everything, simply blinking out of existent without a thought and then logging back in, nauseating, dizzying, to be there....and then nowhere. The hot rush of salty spice warms lips frozen by the touch of the Fade, all my energy refocused in a second that draws to minutes as I fight to latch onto the thick wrist pressing life-giving blood to my mouth...V...ordering my body to obey...to feed, to taste, to take...but my laps are less than a day-old kittens, barely locking around the ragged wounds as I try...for V, I try...conscious or not, my body knows his, and it fights for the flow of life even as I slip into darkness*
{frantic diamond eyes lifted to Tohrment, who is...wow, fuck, Laea is latched onto the Brother's wrist, suckling like a baby, her red hair a flame cascade in his lap...and Tohr looks like a lost soul...fuck only knows how I look...fraught, pleading, voice shaken with terror} Fuck, my Brother, I'm losing her, we need to evac...right fucking now, Tory won't make it without surgery {Tohrment shakes his head real slow} Z called in V...he's struggling to make it to Havers' clinic with the first round of casualties, downtown Caldwell traffic is bumper to fucking bumper...it's the big game tonight... {Fuck!! motherfucking Havers wouldn't set his fancy Ferragamo loafers anywhere near this abandoned, seedy end of town, his clinic designed to serve the wealthy, well-heeled, Glymera...all of whom live on the other side of Caldwell, true...and no way in hell I can repair an arterial bleed here in the field...Oh God...feeling my options contract down with claustrophobic pressure to only one viable possibility...last place in the fucking world I would choose to go, but desperate times call for desperate measures, true...St. Francis...the fucking human hospital on the outskirts of Caldwell...rising from my knees with Tory in my arms, beating feet with a grim determination, busting out into the rain-slicked back alley where...YES...thank the fucking Virgin Scribe, the gimp has parked his bright red penis extension Ducati of a ride...........}
*moving, maybe it's the world spinning but there's a steady beat rocking under me, clasped against a radiator, V heating my chilled skin with his life...and thats the only thing keeping my lids open, roused from a black oblivion by the purity of his blood, his power charging the dying batteries in my body...and that is the only reason that my arms stay locked around his waist, seated, secured, the small dose of strength waning quickly, devoured by my cells as they fight to repair something that requires more...a familiar rumble, a coughing choke of engine starting up...fuck, body, you better work or we'll be making like roadkill...just hold on...thoughts erratic, I'm flying and not just with the speed shooting the bike forward, my body anchored to V's back by the sheer force of a barely conscious will, clutching weakly to blood slick leather, covered in scents that arent my male's, as the wind whips my hair and passing lights shine bright enough to be the hell of the Fade descending on me, moving further into the city, and veering fuck knows where until human scents accost dim senses and the clinical glow of a large building shrinks my stomach to a churn of queasy fear...grabbing limply at V's shirt, trembling fingers claw for attention, voice thready, a ragged breath of protest as the darkness rises over the strength of the blood in a short lived wave of pitch black, shutting me down until pain is nothing and fear is lost to the night in my mind*
Stay tight, Tory, stay with me...we're here, I'm going to get you what you need true {We have torn up the back streets of Caldwell with slingshot speed and the looming, night-lit entrance to the T. Wibble Jones Emergency Department of St. Francis Medical Center doesn't know what's fucking hit it. A mammoth goatee'd and tattooed Caucasian man-mountain, a bloody set of leathers and a semi-conscious, blood-soaked Tory in my arms, not to mention the arsenal of concealed weapons on my person that set the metal detectors screaming and flashing like demented Christmas trees...clearly, St.Francis is accustomed to dealing with the shadier clientelle of Caldwell's underbelly...the welcoming committee, the uniformed security guard up front, reaches for his firearm...meeting the human's eyes with a penetrating, inhuman, diamond stare and he eases back into his chair to focus on the bank of security monitors with an expression of blank confusion, rubbing at his temples like he's suddenly developed a real peach of a skull-splitter...which he no doubt has, true. Shitkickers staggering through the second set of automatic doors, smearing a trail of bloody footprints on the polished corridor, making for the hub of monitors and nurses at the centre of the main treatment bay ahead, Tory in my arms, her boots swaying limply but...shit...the bilingual English/Spanish signs pull in and out of focus, my legs suddenly filled with lead, like I'm pushing through quicksand...ahh shit...too late I realise the antidote to the opiates the Brothers shot into me has worn off...falling to my knees with Tory, gloved hand grappling vainly for the syringe Phury tucked into the pocket of my leathers earlier...but my thought processes are already shutting down, like the last person to leave the building throwing sequential switches until I am unplugged, plunged into utter darkness, my last thought that I have failed Tory...hitting the deck with a dull thud.....}
*from spinning world, to falling world, even the blackness of my unconscious state tilts, knocked into awareness as V takes us to the floor and not in a good way...strange hands gripping my shoulders, my feet, female hands, the sharp bite of disinfectant swirling with the mingled thread of low toned voices, rushed words too much for my muddled brain to comprehend, hauled up, too many touches everywhere, my neck, my wrists, and leaden arms disobey the frantic command to defend, managing a pathetic arm tumble off the side of the ...gurney? Whatever I'm on it moves...moves me away from the hefty gang of humans in scrubs struggling to get V onto a similar piece of apparatus...no...no...please...limp hands bat at the fingers playing in the crook of my elbow, lips mewl out words that should sound stronger, but all my strength is directed at staying conscious now...no longer with my male, no longer safe, my heart races, my head fuzzes, vision blinking stars into darkness until fluorescent lights blind again...so many voices, none of them listening to the screams in my soul, strained towards V as nurses buzz like flies, a dizzying cacophony of accusations*<<damn gang wars always leave the prettiest victims...wonder if she's his whore...Pimps dont usually care for their bitches...she looks strung out...just one day, I ask for one day where someone doesnt come in dying...>>*fuck...humans know nothing, they see and assume and they're asses or something about a donkey and me...thoughts buzz out again, leaving me in perfect oblivion, but not before a slight slip of a human, far too young to be assisting, reaches to remove the black hide concealing the nuclear destruction wielded in my hellren's hand, my 'NO!' a second too late and far too weak to be of any use as she shocks out and I give in to the pulling black creeping across my vision with the flash of sunlight charging the nurse into the wall...a lingering thought, grateful someone heard my growled 'he comes with me' and letting myself go completely, safer in the knowledge that my cubicle was shared...V wasnt too far...only sharing my darkness* 
{Shit..the jolt of electricity coursing though my body jerks me back to momentary consciousness, bolting up off the gurney, flat to ninety degrees in a heartbeat...ahh fuck... leather glove half off, the warning ink backlit by the ethereal glow of my cursed hand and a petite human female in nurses' scrubs is sprawled and twitching on the floor like she just grabbed hold of a high-voltage livewire, staff milling around in a panic, they wheel out crash carts, lifting the female onto a gurney to haul ass into the next cubicle...I take advantage of the chaos, the syringe of antidote slipped from my pocket...no time to waste with sleeves or tourniquets, I need my wits if Tory and I are to get out of this sitch alive and not expose the vampire race...popping the cap off with my teeth, plunging the hypodermic straight into my jugular, but just as I depress the syringe a female walks into the cubicle only to stop dead in her tracks...and for a split second everything just...freezes...as we stare at each other...this female...something...rimless glasses, no make-up, square face, blunt cut blonde hair, intelligent eyes that match green scrubs, a styrofoam cup of...hot chocolate? gripped in one unmanicured hand...diamond gaze focussing in on the name badge pinned to her white coat 'Jane Whitcomb MD Chief of Trauma Division'...Fuck...a chill shivers down my spine like someone just walked over my grave...the strangest feeling of déjà vu, like I'd taken a wrong turn on a familiar journey, turned left instead of right and fallen down a rabbit hole into some parallel universe...} What. The. Fuck......
{No damn clue how long I sat staring at the disconcertingly familiar blonde chief of trauma, and my mind offers up no logical explanation for the freakish sensation that I had somehow side-stepped reality into another, surreal dimension. A side-effect of the drugs in my veins perhaps?...PTSD?.. but Dr Whitcomb's lips are moving before my brain actually registers that the female has started to speak and the tone of her voice is fifty shades of pissed <<...how DARE you use drugs in my ER...you think this is some junkie shooting gallery free-for all?> {levelling the doctor with a hard diamond, inked stare, not a flinch, not a sound as gloved fingers jerk the offending hypodermic syringe from my jugular, mentally pushing at the edges of this Dr Whitcomb's psyche, searching out chinks of suggestibility...but damn the doctor's mind is strong, plus I need this human's surgical talents, no fucking way I'm letting her work on Tory with brain-fry, so I allow the tirade to continue..for now} <<I take it you brought this woman here..are you even family?>> {a low growl slipping out from between lips closed tight to conceal unsheathed fangs} Tory is MINE!! {the doctor's lids peel wide behind those rimless glasses, indignant, incredulous, blonde cap of hair shaking side to side} <<'Yours'?? Good Lord, what the hell are you? A pimp? A human trafficker? Did YOU do this to her? {two sets of eyes turn to Tory on the adjacent gurney, wearing nothing but a slashed up, filthy tee and combat boots, a ghostly pallor highlighting the mercurial latticework of scars and black ink that curl over Tory's skin, drips and wires hanging out of her, blood seeping through the pressure bandage on Tory's upper thigh like a guilty stain that raises my hackles with a base, feral wrath for the fucker that did this to her, growling out words} Fuck no! A bonded male will kill  to protect his mate, true {a bloom of dark spices saturating the clinical space, eyes narrowed to diamond slits and the doctor's blonde eyebrows disappear into her hairline} <<You know what, bro.. I REALLY don't have time for this bullshit, gangbanger, macho posturing. I have duty of care to my patient, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let her bleed out on my emergency room floor while you channel your inner Neanderthal.. I'm calling security to have your ass removed from the premises..stat>>........
*Darkness shimmers through the echoes of a pain dulled mind, voices slowly drifting through the inky gloom behind my eyelids to penetrate through the latest bout of unconsciousness and rouse me to a new presence...one that raises hackles and sets me internally spitting as I crank lids to gaze blearily through emeralds....immediate, uncontrollably dislike...and thats only in part due to the fact that V is looking at the human female doctor with a weird ass look on his face that says I've missed a portion of this conversation...and she's angry...it bleeds from pores scented with a bite of fear...her fight overriding flight as threats of measly human security ride into the air on a wave of determination, her blurred face set hard...fuck...I'm so damn cold and V is way over there and I'm panicking...locked to the gurney with wires that are chains to my weakening form, I'm freaking out silently in my body cage, this wound debilitating...draining strength that drips around the tight something pressing on the artery...I am nothing again, ceasing to exist in a blink that flashes me back into a room filled with a rage screaming human wrapped up in Rhage...or rather he's wrapped around her flailing, kicking attempts at freedom, nailing his upper thigh with a flat heel, fear-laced anger fueling her attempts to...get to me? Her raging 'Fuck you's' are interspersed in a rant demanding transfusions, her worried eyes skipping over the probably horrific state of my body...not the worse I've ever looked, I'm sure, but I'm not winning any beauty pageants with Torture Chic*<<If you want the woman to bleed out, just keep me right here. *another kick, an elbow, exertion flushing cheeks mottled in anger* Otherwise, she needs blood, NOW or you'll have a dead woman on your hands and you cant sell the dead>>*probably not the best time to bring up the fact that, yes you could but she got the reaction she wanted...my fingers flexing out towards V, fighting off the next wave of darkness with a whimper*
Nice of you to show, Hollywood. Appreciate it, true {Cracking a fanged grin, bloody shitkickers thrown over the side of the gurney to get right up in the human doctor's grille} Listen up Doc...you and I are fighting in the same corner, we are all here for Tory, feel me? {hypnotic diamond eyes fixed on the forest green suspicion glaring out from behind those rimless glasses...damn, if looks could kill Dr. Whitcomb would be listed under 'frankly homicidal' right about now...defiance warring with the very tangible scent of fear} You cooperate, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. You have my word, true {the blonde physician struggles again in Rhage's iron grip, flinching as I smooth a gloved thumb back and forth over her jugular, the hypnotic stroking bringing the doctor down, first by inches, then by yards, until her heartbeat is a steady, rhythmic metronome under my fingertips and her lips part on a deep exhale, my voice a low, commanding drawl} Good...that's much...better...now that I have your attention... your path lab won't be able to type these samples...{snagging the vials of Tory's blood and pocketing them in my leathers} and your little baggies of O negative just aren't gonna cut it here...we are wasting precious time...trust me when I say, there is nothing I won't do to ensure Tory's safety and when this is over, I promise you, you won't remember a damn thing about this night... if she needs blood, then I've got the grade A premium crude right...here...on tap {confusion on the doctor's face turning to shock as my lips peel back to run my tongue down ivory bladed fangs} I need YOU to take care of that spouting artery...I've got the blood transfusion covered {locked onto the doctor's terrified eyes, fangs slicing down brutally into my wrist, crimson blood dripping down my forearm as I back up towards Tory, to press my thick wrist against her deathly pale lips, the knuckles of my free hand stroking down her cold cheek, forcing a weak smile as Tory's lids crack open to reveal jeweled emerald eyes} Feed nalla...I need you to take from me...
*Oh sweet fuck, yes...for the second time V's blood raises the shallow heartbeat in my chest to a gallop of hunger, quickens breath that had all but been wheezing through exhausted lungs and the blackness that had preceded the potent offering of his life lightens with eyes coaxed to open by the tender brush of knuckles to my cheek, so hot against my skin...the mere scent was enough to incite a reaction, no weak laps this time, when the blood stains my lips crimson, trembling hands wrap to drag V's wrist closer entire body clutching at the radiator of my male, sealing to the ragged tear with increasingly strong pulls that fuse me to that life giving source and drop moans resonating with hunger to the bloody well of a crimson elixir...fuck...yes...power invigorates cells that had all but given up hope of feeling strength again...lids flickering, lost to the flooding rush of nourishing essence, until a breath, a gasp flips lids open to meet an openmouthed stare flowing shock from behind rimless glasses...and emeralds narrow, elongated fangs punching into the wrist feeding me in a savage brand that can scream only one thing in the face of such blatant curiosity...MINE...with my mind coming back online with every pull, so too do my instincts, the part of myself that growls possessively over Vishous awake, and prowling in its cage...marking, I fall into the rhythmic brand of my fangs puncturing my males vein, a rough suctioning tempo nursing me back to semi-strength...fingers clawing, body shuffling closer, inch by inch closed with a painful slowness that crawls me half into V's lap...and the doctors eyes never move from the latched, feeding draws...good...watch...know he's mine...mmm...fuck...*
{Fuck..a low purred growl escapes my chest, lids dropping closed as Tory latches her mouth around the thick girth of my wrist, the stab and lock of fangs an indesputable, delicious agony, Tory's lips wrapping around my vein in a greedy, sucking wet seal, every harsh drawn pull on my blood felt as a throb in my cock where it strains the confines of my leathers...thighs spreading instinctively to accommodate the aching bulge. The link between feeding and sex an undeniable, visceral arousal, oblivious to the clinical, fluorescent glare of this human hospital...eyes flipping open as I feel the weight of another's intent stare, watching the intimate exchange between Tory and me, diamond irises glowing bright as stars as I meet Dr Whitcomb's low-lidded gaze..and she looks as though somebody just cranked up the thermostat in the room, her hand reaching up to touch the flush of bare skin at the V-neck of her scrubs, her throat moving in a ragged swallow as she senses the erotic charge humming in the air, clearing my throat roughly, voice low and graveled} time for you to get with the program, doctor.....
*fuck, I'm caught up, fire evaporating the chill under my skin, racing across curves fused to V, eyes laughing at the obvious discomfort causing the doctor to fuss and fidget, the air charged, a natural state when V and I touch, an undeniable, unstoppable arousal that flares when I take from him, when he takes from me...and it stops her for all of a minute before her training kicks in, her brain turns back to reason and she is all brisk professionalism, inspecting the monitors, easing blood-soaked fabric from the torn flesh exposing down to bone, sharp eyes taking in the ink lining my inner thigh, moving higher, ragged strips pushed gently from crimson stained skin, low murmurs assessing how much blood is mine...but she'll find nothing, the whipping rakes webbing my back with pain healing with every draw on V's wrist...firm touches winding the path of my scars, judging the age, the level of abuse caught as respect in clinical eyes...and my skin crawls, a bug under a microscope as she maps ink with a probing gaze, trying to fit pieces that dont necessarily go hand in hand...focussed in on feeding through the panic settled as an itch on bloody skin, I barely hear her suggest an anaesthetic...surgery...I'll need surgery for the torn artery...but it burrows in, the implications of being put out a giant shiver in my body, riding a spine that snaps taut and rips fangs from well punctured wrist* NO! I dont go under...*head shaking frantically....please fuck dont put me to sleep...* I can bear it...whatever you have to do...I cant...I wont leave V...
{Props to the human chief of trauma, true. Considering she just found herself flung into the middle of some Goth nightmare, she snaps into action, getting in the game with laser focus, swabbing the wound, the betadine giving Tory's porcelain skin an orange glow, like a bad fake tan and fuck but the doctor's hands are impressive, the stainless steel grips rock steady as she weaves the curved needle through the layers of Tory's anatomy, forming neat little rows of stitches..total elapsed time...under five minutes and just like that, the artery is closed, the bleeding stemmed and Tory's blood pressure and heartrate start to stabilise on the beeping black and green monitors above her head. Dr Whitcomb doesn't look up from the surgical field until the last suture is in place and the wound is dressed to perfection standards} <<I want to transfer her to the SICU for monitoring>> {slowly shaking my head} Sorry doc, but that's not how this is going down, true {she opens her mouth in automatic protest but the words are cut off by the penetrating intensity of dark rimmed diamond eyes} Our...kind..{the word 'VAMPIRE' bouncing around in the human doctor's skull like a neon sign} we don't do well with the big fireball in the sky, feel me? I give you my word your patient will be well cared for and you won't remember a thing about tonight...my Brother here {indicating Rhage in all his teal-eyed, sex God glory with a jerk of my head} is going to take care of that
*My body was being pieced back together but my head was in the shower, washing away filth and blood and the scent of others in a furious mental distraction for the pain niggling below my waist, the torn wound dragged high up, nipping agony with each stitch secured...but better this than the helpless oblivion of an anaesthetic coma...propping up on my elbows, the last suture is wound through my flesh and I'm eyeing the neat little rows with half a brain fuzzed off adrenaline, endorphins buzzing me out as V's voice rumbles at my back, Rhage's grin widening as he steps up to the plate...poor doc...she's going to have one hell of a headache in a few minutes, I can only hope she has someone to help ease it...and then it's done, Rhage's eyes catching her defiance and slowly melting it away to confusion as he rifles through her head for the memories that would expose us all, wiping her blackboard clean of all the notes she'd obviously compiled, letter by letter erased, until not a speck of dust announces our existence in the strong filing cabinet of her mind, not a register of our presence detected as Rhage turns her confused, brow furrowed form towards the door and I'm bundled into the strong arms of my hellren, neither of us trusting my leg not to buckle, silently slipping warrior mass through the door as she turns the corner in a haze of aching, fingers rubbing strained eyes, her body colliding with a tall, human male before I'm carried from view and her confused voice sounds out in a thread*<<Manny...yes, a headache, I'm fine...about that dinner. I could use some time out I think>>*And then I am wrapped up in leather, carted through sterile halls to meet the Hummer we hope Qhuinn remembered to leave...home...lets go home*