❝I said close your eyes.❞ ( — !! the words were nothing more than a command,
it wasn’t an inquiry, nor a request that she should follow because he knew that
whatever the woman is, she would never abide to it—and seeing as the woman
opened her eyes before he could finish his deed was a little nerve wracking,
he always wanted to have peace right after the show; it was lucky for her that
he was around the corner when she was attacked by unruly vampires around
the city, those rouge vampires that doesn’t want anything but human blood, although
as far as he could sense it, she is nothing more than just human, she seems to be
something else. as he closes the gap between them, with blood stained hands and
clothing, he keeps her close, his senses were keen at night and he knows not to
deal with people around the corner since he has a fragile being in his arms, he has
to take her home. )
❝Stay still. This will be a rough ride.❞ (— saving people wasn’t his forte, not in this era where his goody-two shoes of a brother were the one in charge of that, he, too
is an unruly vampire, set to take things up to the notch, pushing himself further,
taking the balance off the palm of his hand. leo takes the woman in hand, leading her
close to a small alley, only to hoist her up in his back so he could have a better grip
of her weakened body, quickly rushing by the end of the bricked wall as he hops from the tin cans of garbage—up to the roof. ) ❝Keep quiet.❞
She barely registered his command, and, through the haze of her thoughts, had no intention whatsoever to follow it, either. It didn’t seem like he really cared whether she did or not, anyway, and she was thankful for it. She had such a hard time keeping her thoughts in order now… What she knew full well, however, was that she hadn’t been paying attention as she should have. No children of the night should have been able to corner her as they did, to capture her before she could think of any spell, less so cast it. And when he stepped in, the perfect modern day image of a knight in shining armor at that point, although she knew full well the spell she had to cast, she found herself unable to. She was empty, void of magical energy, and the supreme irony was that now her ‘off-hand weapon’, as she liked to refer to blood magic as, was impossible. She knew full well that the vampire had taken too much blood for her to be able to sacrifice any more.
She only hums in acknowledgment at his words, not quite managing to focus enough as to give him a proper response. Her fingers tangle in the fabric of his clothing, with a desperation that would make her feel ashamed if she could feel anything at all by that point. She could not. She felt empty, and for a moment, wished she had been paying more attention to her anatomy classes. She could – vaguely – remember how much blood a human could lose and live… but an elf? It was surely less. And how much had she lost? Her head was spinning with all the questions.
Normally, she would have been offended by his request to be silent when she already was. Normally, she may have snapped at him for it. But normally, she wasn’t the one to emerge out of a battle defeated. That, she had to admit, had a rather poor effect on her talkativeness. So she nodded, although she knew full well he couldn’t see, making an effort to glance around, to try and figure out where was he headed to.
