Post by Kyle Connolley on May 10, 2010 10:47:11 GMT -5
**To take place immediately after the battle with Amanda. I'm not sure how that will end; I'd like for Brian to come in and take Amanda away, but I might just have Kyle escape. If necessary, I will edit when I know what happened.**
It hurt to breathe. Actually, it hurt just to exist.
Kyle lay on the sidewalk outside of Amelia's house, where he had apparated after his narrow escape from the vampire woman. Anyone who saw him at that moment would have thought he had been caught in a nasty barfight. He had bruises and cuts all over, and a particularly nasty gash along his side was gushing blood. He was pretty sure that the vampire had slashed him with her nails. Worse of all, there were two fang marks on his neck where she had started to bite him. She hadn't got much of his blood, luckily for him, but the still-bleeding marks were a grim reminder of just how close he had come to dying tonight.
He pulled himself up to a sitting position and placed his hand to his neck. He could feel the warm, sticky sensation of blood on his hand, and he knew that he'd have to get that wound healed quickly or he would bleed out. He just hoped Amelia was handy with a healing potion.
If he'd been smart he would have apparated directly to St. Mungo's. But for some reason, his first thought had been Amelia. If he had died tonight, would she have mourned for him?
He drew a ragged breath and got to his feet. He wobbled a little, realizing that he was weak from loss of blood. He took only a few steps before he dropped down to his knees again, and crawled the rest of the way to Amelia's front door. Once there, he banged on the door with all the strength he had left, then collapsed on the front step.
It hurt to breathe. Actually, it hurt just to exist.
Kyle lay on the sidewalk outside of Amelia's house, where he had apparated after his narrow escape from the vampire woman. Anyone who saw him at that moment would have thought he had been caught in a nasty barfight. He had bruises and cuts all over, and a particularly nasty gash along his side was gushing blood. He was pretty sure that the vampire had slashed him with her nails. Worse of all, there were two fang marks on his neck where she had started to bite him. She hadn't got much of his blood, luckily for him, but the still-bleeding marks were a grim reminder of just how close he had come to dying tonight.
He pulled himself up to a sitting position and placed his hand to his neck. He could feel the warm, sticky sensation of blood on his hand, and he knew that he'd have to get that wound healed quickly or he would bleed out. He just hoped Amelia was handy with a healing potion.
If he'd been smart he would have apparated directly to St. Mungo's. But for some reason, his first thought had been Amelia. If he had died tonight, would she have mourned for him?
He drew a ragged breath and got to his feet. He wobbled a little, realizing that he was weak from loss of blood. He took only a few steps before he dropped down to his knees again, and crawled the rest of the way to Amelia's front door. Once there, he banged on the door with all the strength he had left, then collapsed on the front step.
