RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 9 of 27)

Daphne draped Nick's arm across her shoulders and helped him walk, she went to the nearest room and kicked the door in. She laid Nick down on the bed. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

Nick groaned, "Painkillers would be great."

Daphne rummaged around the room, there were snack packets, tissues and tea bags but no pain killers. "Who are these people? Surely they'd have painkillers." But then looking at how sleazy the joint was she couldn't be that surprised. "We're out of painkillers."

Fort watched as Daphne carried another wounded werewolf into one of the rooms in the Murk. He let Griggs keep firing on the vamps and ran into the room.

"Whats going on?" Fort asked Daphne

"Painkillers, do you have any painkillers?" Daphne asked

Fort looked down at the wounded werewolf. It was changing erratically, painkillers would sure help to ease the pain but....

"Listen, dont give me any of that 'I'm a great mighty slayer and I can't help any of the werewolves.' You want me to help you then you've got to help me." Daphne said sternly at Fort pointing at him for points of emphasis.
He rolled is eyes and ran into his own room.

He returned with 2 syringes of morphene he got from his supplies crate. She took then and Fort covered the door.

"As long as you havent been over eating..." Zan said jokingly.

Minutes later, Zan and crispin were on there way to the blood motel.

Paul went to the shot on her hip first.  It didn't pierce the skin very deep.  He managed to force the bullet out.  He looked to her arm.  He tore the sleeve of and sucked in his breath.  This was a nasty one he hesitated unsure as to what to do.

"I-i-i don't know what to do!"

"Just get it out!"  She was a lot of pain.

"O-okay."

HE thought about his sai but they were not meant for surgical procedures; more for stabbing.  He did the only thing he could think of.  He settled down and changed his hand into a werewolf's claw.  He put his hand over the wound and began gouging out the skin. He sniffed the wound locating the burned metal and gunpower.  He saw flashes of silver among the blood.  The bullet had fragmented.  He carefully dug out some of the big fragments.  Clara groaned.

"Don't pass out.  Just stay awake."

After he had pulled out as much as he could he took off his under shirt and tied a tourniquet around the wound. 

"I took out as much as I can but the bullet a fragmented.  YOu wont be dieing anytime soon.  I need to get you to a hospital to get out the rest or your arm will become uselss.  Can you handle the pain?"

She smiled weakly.  "Wha do you think I am?  A human?"

He laughed despite the situation.  "Come on let's get going."  Paul checked to see if the attackers were gone and pulled Clara out from under the table and hauled her on his shoulders.  He made his way to the hospital.

((I'm too lazy to check where the other characters are.))

(er does that include John?)

Clara felt the fire in her hip subside but her shoulder was molten hot. She realised that Paul had gotten out as much as he could but she needed the remainder removed. Her body was starting to sweat all over and she began to tremble. She need to tell Paul, "No h-hospital, got to Dr Lupine. He's n-next door to the h-hospital." She said while trying to ignore the pain.

"No problem," Paul said as he ran as fast as he could.

The jolts weren't good and Clara could feel blood oozing down her arm hotly. She wanted to be in water, icy cool water. But the burning just continued. "Need cold," she said starting to go into shock.

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Daphne knew that this was not a good place for Nick to be sleeping but if he needed to she’d try and protect him while he did so. She moved over to Nathaniel, “Can I assist?”

He was busy firing off a few rounds and Daphne ducked as the fire was returned. A few bullets came through the window and smashed into the opposite wall. She was about to move when another dozen shots slammed into the room. One bullet hit a pipe and fractured. A shard hit Daphne’s hand and embedded. She let out a cry of pain and felt the burn once again. She still had Loxley’s knife but she was right handed and that was the hand with the wound.

“Can you help me?” she asked Nathaniel.

-

Loxley was behind a dumpster and he could see the blonde male vampire clearly. He aimed his weapon and prepared to fire. He heard a noise and turned, it seemed Crispin had arrived along with a friend.

Nikoli stalked his prey, it was a werewolf, young, male. The young one sniffed the air, and turned, quickly. Nikoli leapt out of bush, he was hiding in. He grabbed the wolf, who hand began to change, and brought it to the ground. He ripped the man's throat out. As the young one gurgled helplessly, Nikoli began to change back "This pack is mine." He snarled.

Daphne shifted so her knee sat in front of Nathaniel, she placed her hand on her knee so it would stay stead. Already she could feel the burning intensity working its way up her arm. She kept her teeth clenched as she tried to prepare for the additional pain.

“Put you hand on the floor otherwise I might cut your leg by accident.” Nathaniel instructed her.

Daphne did as she was told, her muscles in her jaw tensed and she tried to blink away the pain. “Do it,” she said as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and shoved it in her mouth to bite down on.

“Your alpha is here,” Nathaniel said to surprise her then he manoeuvred the knife to remove the chunk of silver.

Daphne squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. She bit down hard on her shirt and tried to ignore burning. It had made its way up to her shoulder now. She knew the second that Nathaniel removed the silver. “You should wash that,” he told her.

She didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her eyes closed. She released the shirt from her mouth and it dropped back down to cover her belly. “I will in a minute,” she answered as she waiting for the throbbing to lessen.

More shots were fired and Nathaniel pushed her to the ground. Daphne whimpered at his action but as she opened her eyes she understood. She suddenly remembered Nick, “We need to get him off the bed.”

Audrey sat on the opposite side of the car. She shifted to lie on her stomach. She could just make out those shooting at them and she was certain they were vampires. Audrey looked around and discovered that there were men shooting at the vampires. "What's going on?" she shouted to John.

Griggs was pinned down by the continuous fire from the vampires, unsure of what a silver bullet would do to him.
He continued to pelt the car with his lead bullets untill he ran out with the G36.
"Damn." Griggs muttered. He didn't want to waste the expensive .50AE rounds by shooting blindly. "I'll have to improvise."
He checked his surroundings for cars, trucks, or anything that could be useful. A smile crept upon his face after he spotted a shiny black Peterbilt 379 had been abandoned from all the noise and gunfire.
"That 'el do."

Fort looked down at his .44 magnum and his sawed off shotgun. They were honestly to powerful for someone with a wounded shooting hand.

"One second." He said and ran to his room again. The vamps were preocupied with some other guy in a car and Fort used it to his advantage. He opened his upplies crate again and grabbed an uzi and a couple of clips. He ran back to Daphne and handed her the uzi and clips.

She checked them and loaded them. Fort grabbed Nick and draped him over his left shoulder and held his .44 magnum in his right hand.

"Where to?" Fort asked Daphne as he peered arouund to corner to check on Griggs and he saw his running towards a big black semi in the parking lot. "Oh boy Griggs, what you up to now?" Fort thought.

Nick's eyelids fluttered open.  From the lighting around him, he instantly surmised that he had not been out for long.  He was lying on a bed, but the scent of the area was different; it wasn't alien, it was Daphne's.  As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings.  He was on a bed, in a room, and he could hear voices from the next room.  One was Daphne's, and the other was that halfling guy, Nathaniel, he had been called.  He could hear them talking about Anita.  Seeing as they were in a separate room, he decided not to butt in.  Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, and held his head in his hands, waiting for his throbbing headache to fade away.