Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Sept 9, 2019 14:38:45 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
He wasn't being stubborn by not calling out for help. It had nothing to do with pride, because at this very moment, as Damian lay in the ravine he wanted nothing more than to ensure his survival, which was exactly what he was working towards by keeping his mouth shut. In fact, it was the logical thing to do in this situation. Keep quiet. Save energy. Damian just had to wait it out until the ward he'd been escorting earlier in the evening returned with help. It seemed like forever since he'd sent the kid away, but maybe that was just the dread setting in. The pain of his injuries overtaking his sense of time. Damian didn't have to look himself over again to know that he was losing too much blood...correction, he'd already lost too much blood. The gameplan was to sit still, keep calm, and hope that there'd been too much blood spilled for a predator to lock onto his actual location. Sitting still wasn't hard. He couldn't really get comfortable but moving hurt a lot more. Keeping calm was essential to keep his heart rate low. As for the blood spilled, not all of it had been his, but his was the warmest, for now. His temperature was already beginning to drop.
Damian took in a shallow breath, short and choppy. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt. He'd acquired multiple injuries, but it'd been worth it to save his ward. That was the thing about Damian. He was selfish, blunt, no tolerance, easy to piss off, grumpy naga, but he did his job and he did it well. There was always a method to his madness. Like this evening. He'd come in to work the night shift to avoid burning up under the sun's rays. He'd been given the tasks to escort a vampire into the forest. The kid was fresh out of lockdown and had earned the right to hunt whatever he wanted, so long as the prey wasn't staff or resident. Damian hadn't minded at all. The forest was his usual spot for walking when he had a resident with him, and the night had been cool. The kid had practically been bouncing ahead of him. Damian had simply told him not to stray.
They'd been out for about two hours when the two revenants had shown up. Damian had originally assumed it was some kind of ambush, but when they'd gone for his ward, the naga had immediately changed his thought process. He'd snatched the kid back and ended up with a pair of fangs attached to his throat. Instinctively he'd torn the red haired male off of him, ready to break bones when the black haired female had jumped his back, nails racking and clawing into his skin until he managed to muscle her off. Normally in a situation like that Damian would have called for backup. The Naga was strong, but he wasn't strong enough nor fast enough to handle two vampires. However, through all the commotion, his radio had been crushed, so he'd had to send the kid back for help. Best he get away, instead of being in the way. Damian hadn't wanted him to get hurt.
It had taken all Damian had to take the two down. They must have been together for quite some time. Their attacks were wild, yet coordinated. Assault after deadly assault they'd come at him with relentless force. He'd had to separate the two of them in order to kill one and then the other. That's how he'd eventually ended up in the ravine. The Naga had wrapped himself around the female and rolled until they'd suddenly left solid ground. There had been nothing graceful about their descent. A hard thud had sounded as the hit the ground, but he kept his hold on her. His weight alone crushing her, but not enough to kill. He'd untangled himself, drove his own fangs into his shoulder until she stopped struggling.
He'd raised his head just enough for the male to strike him in the face, blood flooding into his right eye, obscuring his vision. Then there came the full force of the guy's weight, his claws digging deep into Damian's scales before he started tearing away chunks. Pain seared up the Naga's side, forcing him onto his back, where twigs and leaves dug into him, stinging in the spots where his scales had earlier been dislodged. As tactless as it seemed, Damian would get himself released with a headbutt to the vampire's face as the guy came in to sink fangs into his neck. It dazed him, and Damian broke his neck in the momentary delay of assault. Leaving the bodies, he'd dragged himself to the other side of the ravine where he'd collapsed, pressing himself up against the wall and curling in on himself as much as he could.
Damian wasn't scared of dying, but he liked to think he'd die somewhere a little more entertaining, not on the grounds of Manson. His snake eyes peered into the darkness; watching, his ears listening. "At least the kid's safe." He let a slow breath, closed his eyes, and told himself not to fall asleep. From a distance, it might have looked that way, but he wasn't. The Naga was simply conserving energy.
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