[Inimicus]

((OOC: Continued from: http://faroah.com/in...amp;#entry21349 WARNING 16+ and 18+ MATERIAL



" You'll be alright "

Inimicus loved how Dora could lie to him to spare him pain, even in that moment. It was hard to tell since things were fading with each second, but somehow he got the impression she was not happy with his refusal of her blood. He was honored by the offer, he was...but he couldn't do that to her. She offered her blood freely to him, but would she have done so in any other situation? He wouldnt take advantage of someone as sweet as Dora, even if it wasn't advantage, his bite came with a price for him and the possibility of one for the one he bit, he knew it well and wouldnt do that to Dora.

He smiled weakly as he felt her hand grasp his than felt a sensation he had never felt before. An odd tingling almost as he suddenly felt himself in a gurnery in a very brightly lit building. He had no idea where he was or what was going on, nothing had changed save the location. The swords were still sticking from his chest and he was still fading fast, his eyes felt so heavy and he really wanted to sleep...would it be so bad...just a nap just a quick nap and it would be much better. He looked over trying to find Dora and smiled, speaking as he did hoping she was here.

" Tha...nk you....Dora...I'm going....to sleep....now...good...night "

He knew he shouldnt close his eyes, knew it wouldn't be a good thing in anyway, but he was so tired. His eyelids felt like twin weights and his entire body had all but stopped hurting, he felt like he was floating almost...he just wanted to sleep. Then he could see his family again, yes sleep was good.



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[Evischoul]

Vicious was getting more and more possessive by the second and was hard-pressed not to grab Dora, toss her over his shoulder and run away to the nearest cave where he could chain her up and keep her away from other men. He'd heard others of his kind talk about how possessive the men could be but he'd always assumed those tales were exaggerations or that he wouldn't fall victim to the same jealousies because he considered himself better than his peers. Better than men like Abdiriz or his own father. censored, Abdiriz supposedly had over a hundred wives so where did he get off being possessive? And yet, one of those wives had only to so much as blink at another man and the censored tyrant would have her head shaved... or just plain cut off, depending on how much he liked her.

V wasn't sure the numbers were accurate but he knew for sure there were at least three women who had the dubious pleasure of being Abdiriz's wives because he'd seen them for himself. Hell, no wonder the upper echelons of Tanakheimein society were so censored up... It was only the lower classes, like his own, who stuck to just the one spouse and that was only really because they couldn't afford bigamy. Personally, he couldn't see the appeal in having more than one wife. He'd always been the faithful sort even if his 'relationships' only lasted a day or two, and the idea of Dora being involved with anyone else past or present was driving him up the wall.

Gritting his teeth as he watched her hand entwine with the dying censored's, V let her 'port them, not really caring where she was taking them. As much as he wanted to rip her away from the vampire, he refrained, his muscles bunching against the urge. He didn't know what this thing with Dora was but he doubted he had the right to yank her away. Not that he particularly cared what rights he had and didn't have, but she wouldn't appreciate it. Besides... he figured this was part of her job so he could handle it.

censored, who was he kidding?

Grunting, not interested at all in the death scene at his feet, V glanced around the hospital room and stomped over to the next gurney, yanking the blankets off it. The bed rattled and wobbled with the force of it as he turned and held out his arms to wrap the blanket around Dora, not wanting anyone else to see those gorgeous legs.

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[Suka]

He'd not been doing much, as the dame seemed relatively slow. He'd seen a few of the larger cases come in earlier, but the newer younger doctors sprung into action, not wanting to pass by an opportunity to make a name for themselves. Personally, he could care less. He'd been around, seen and done nearly all of it. The cases he actually took had been those of little interest. Perhaps a female walking in with a twisted foot. In all honesty, he only bothered because he would freely manhandle them without their feminism being bruised. And of course, most women liked doctors. Either it was the money they made, or they gentle nature, whatever it was, it didn't bother him one bit. If they wanted to fawn over him, hell. He'd censored one right in the lobby of his ward if he wanted to. If they wanted him to. Why the hell not? Not like anything else in the world mattered anymore.

Suka was soon finding himself bitter. Scarlett had vanished, along with Castalia. He'd not seen Destiny in what seemed ages, the Kuma tribe only calling him in once a week now. He didn't mind that part, but damn he was getting tired of his streak without sex. Piper was avoiding him to. Interestingly enough, he could care less about the vampire. She'd pressed his buttons for the last time. No matter what happened in the past, or in the recent past, he was sick of her treating him like some censored perverted old fart, only out to injure her and those around her. And the fact that she was so close to Wolf, and practically was refusing to look at him because of what happened, it censored him of. That entire family had done nothing but censored with his life. It was more than time he censored with theirs.

Grumbling to himself, his fingers squeezing around the gurney as he stared into the lobby, Suka lifted his eyes to the appearance of three others. He'd heard Nymphadora's call, as he always had to be listening out for the Aides, and had prepared to help her with whatever injury was coming in. He could have easily pawned it off on the other doctors, but he'd probably had been screeched at for it. Finding his eyes land upon the gurney first, seeing the massive injuries with a single glance, Suka sneered slightly, annoyed and disgusted. When he saw who it was that was injured, he rolled his eyes. Figures.

Moving to the counter, Suka hit the button on the phone to dial directly to the nurses station. With the amount of blood no doubt lost, and the fact that he was a vampire, he'd need to receive a transfusion. Waiting for one of the nurses to pick up the phone, his eyes traveled to Nymphadora and the brute of a man standing beside her. Neither looked injured, so he assumed they'd been called as a rescue team. Seemed odd she'd not done it alone though. Finding his eyes on Nymphadora alone, he lifted a brow as he realized just how little she was wearing. Very little. Hearing the nurse click on the other end, Suka paused slightly as he ripped his concentration from the Nymph, just as the man attempted to drape the blanket around her. "Uh... yea... uh... blood. We need blood, transfusion. Quickly."

Hanging up the phone, Suka walked around the counter and to Inimicus, peeling his eyes from Nymphadora once again, a bit easier this time than last. Lifting his upper lip in disgust as he saw the slashing across the vampires chest, he let out a breath. "No point in asking how the hell this happened eh?" Shaking his head, he reached for the swords, pulling them out with little remorse for the pain it would no doubt cause. Letting them clatter to the ground beside him, he put his hand against Inimicus' skin, the blood oozing out onto his flesh. Closing his eyes, the wound too intense for simple restruction, Sukas hand began to glow brightly, the light seeping into the kings flesh. Slowly, the wounds started to heal, sealing from the inside out. With each wound, he's move directly to it, and repeat the process. Within a matter of minutes, the wounds would be healed. Though he had little doubt the man would wake up any time soon.

Looking up as the nurse came in with the blood, he nodded to the pole used to attach it to, watching as she scuttled about, quickly inserting the needle and tube into the vampires arm.

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[Nymphadora]

Still looking down at Inimicus as the hospital materialized around them, Nymphadora held his hand tightly, trying to avoid looking at the damage of his body. her legs were covered in blood, the bottom of her wings as well. Hell, it look like she herself had done the damage to the Vampire King. She knew he was badly hurt, but she didn't want to see it. She couldn't see it. If there was anything in her stomach, it would all be forced out. She knew this, from experience.

Locking her eyes with his, knowing there was no other way to avoid looking at his gaping wounds, Nymphadora frowned and shook her head as he spoke of sleep. It was well known that sleep was the last thing someone should be doing in a state like this. Although, it could only be for head traumas that they shouldn't sleep, Nymphadora just linked sleep to... not waking up. Ever. "Inimicus, no. Stay awake." Lifting her eyes from the Vampire as his own fluttered closed, she looked up to see Suka handing up the phone to the nurse, making his way toward them. About to say something, though knowing Suka knew what he was doing, and was good at it, her mouth opened as she felt something draped around her. Ignoring the feeling for only a moment as she watched Suka position himself in front of Inimicus, her brow furrowed slightly as she felt the heat of the blanket against her.

Removing her hand from subconsciously holding the blanked, she pulled away from it slightly, glancing at Vicious. "V, not now." It didn't even mean anything, other than the fact that she didn't want to worry about anything other than the Vampire being healed. As she looked back to Suka however, and caught the motion of him pulling out the swords, watching as blood squirted as the pressure was released, Nymphadora gasped, turning toward Vicious and ducking her head into his chest, her eyes closing. She hated blood, and hated the fact that is was squirting from someone she knew.

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[Inimicus]

It was so peaceful, was this a place Xanth had created for those who had fallen, or a simple illusion of his dying mind to give him comfort before he didnt feel anymore, Inimicus didnt know but he wanted to stay here. Fields of green flowing with water, soft breezes blowing the cherry trees. He moved forward running his hand through flowers he hadnt seen since coming to Elysia as cherry blossoms floated down from above. He heard a voice, a strong male voice calling his name and turned to see his family emerging from behind the trees.

Valorem Malus had his arm draped around Sytheria's neck, Phoebe and Jubal stood at their sides starting at Inimicus. As he saw his family approach Inimicus smiled and laughed.

" DAD! MOM! PHOEBS! JUBAL! I've missed you all so much! "

As he ran towards them however he noticed how none were smiling, his mother was shaking her head and his siblings had theirs lowered. His father walked forward

You do not belong Here my son....what have you done.....you call this a life worthy of our name? Your grandfather survived a world war as a member of the most hated group, albeit unwillingly so, of the century. Your ancestor survived his brothers tyranical power mongering, I survived the aftermath of World War II in poverty and suspcion. What have you done, you think I would be happy to see you? You have only brought shame to your family with how you act, your attitude brought shame when we lived, and your actions as of late have brought shame to us in death. I will not let you find happiness here, get out of my sight!

Inimicus's eyes widened and he tried to speak.

" Dad....I...I trie...."

As he began to speak however his dads arms turned into twin swords which were thrust into his sides creating immense amounts of pain and he jerked awake bolting upright.

" AUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! "

He collapsed back into the gurney his forward momentum stopped by the pair of strong hands which had been resting on his chest. He looked up through bleary and weakened eyes to see the Pet Shop owner standing above him, Suka Matali the Archangel of the Anyeli, he hadnt know he was the doctor here. Hazily he could make the outline of Dora with her face buried in the muscle builder's chest. He looked to see what had caused her to turn away and noticed the blood spray from when the swords were apparently pulled out and the bloody swords on the ground. He lifted a hand and winced as he felt his still slit throat. He couldnt feel his leg which meant it was probably still wounded.

His vision swam and he put a hand to his forhead, it was so warm in here and his body felt so weak like it was devoid of all life. How much blood had he lost in the fight? He groaned and spoke very weakly and quietly

" Pet Shop Owner...."

He started speaking in german which came easily to him, than remembered only Xanth spoke that as well and thought about English, The effort was not comfortable and he spoke much slower and weaker

" Sorry....pet shop owner........archangel.....and doctor too.......is there no end to.....your skills.......Suka? "

He coughed and felt a warm salty flavor in his mouth that was all too familiar, leaning forward he spat out some blood from his mouth onto the swords on the ground

" Sorry....about th....that. Thank....thank you......Suka.....Dora....and....I...I dont.....know your na....name "



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[Evischoul]

V sneered around gritted teeth as Dora brushed him off. His fists clenched and a muscle ticked in his jaw but she was too busy fawning over the dying censored to notice. Made him want to smash the vampire's face through the ground but... wasn't this part of what he liked about Dora? That she cared? He couldn't very well be censored when she turned that kindness on someone else.

censored he couldn't. Just because he found her gentleness attractive didn't mean he had to like it.

Dammit. What the censored was wrong with him? He'd never cared before how his women treated others. Well, except Aurorra, and even then he hadn't really seen her with others and certainly not other men. This jealousy crap was going to kill him.

Stomping a few steps away, he turned his back on the death scene. Maybe it was callous but he didn't know the vampire enough to care about the copious amounts of blood he'd lost. His passing wouldn't even have registered on V's radar if it weren't for Dora.

Turning back, on the verge of pacing, he was just in time to see the doctor rip the swords from the vampire's chest. It was nothing he hadn't seen before but he had to admit he felt a little sorry for the guy.

Surprised when Dora turned into his chest, V was slow to react, blinking slowly down at the top of her head, carefully settling his arm around her waist. He should reassure her that her... friend would be fine but he didn't honestly believe it. At least, not until the doctor's hands began to glow.

Ahhh, so there was something new and now he knew who to bring Dora to if she ever got hurt. Cool.

Still feeling awkward, Vicious lifted a hand to cup the back of Dora's head and hold her against his chest, his other hand moving to settle on her shoulder.

"I dont... know your na...name."

Yeah, he wasn't likely to know it any time soon either. Not from V himself, anyway. He tended to keep that kind of censored to himself. So Vicious just blinked at him, his jaw still clenched and his fingers flexing.

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[Nymphadora]

Hardly even having time to bury her face, Inimicus' agonizing scream echoed throughout the walls, causing her to flinch dramatically against V's chest. The pain she knew he must of felt made her stomach lurch and any food in her stomach want to spill out. She could feel the pain he was in, and it made her queasy. Not to mention the fact that she could hear the droplets of blood spilling onto the floor. Groaning slightly, her eyes tightly closed shut, Nymphadora shivered in V's arms. She wanted to help, in anyway that she could, but the sight of blood was something that she just couldn't handle. At times like this, she wondered why she ever questioned being a nymph. It was obvious she was built for it. Even the killing that she could do, it didn't involve blood. Thats another thing though... her blood, didn't make her feel sick. Others blood though? Cringing, Nymphadora tried to block out the sounds coming from behind her.

Hearing Inimicus' voice, Nymphadora turned slightly to peer at the man. Suka had healed what looked like to be the main wounds on his chest and stomach, but the one across his throat? Cringing, she ducked her head into V's chest again. "Inimicus! Please... stop talking. Let Suka heal you." She said, her voice muffled as she spoke against Vicious' chest. She didn't want him to hurt himself any more than he had. He needed to stay calm and let Suka work. Not to mention that she couldn't look at him how he was at the moment. Lucky for her, she'd not seen, though probably heard, Inimicus' spitting his own blood to the ground.

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[Suka]

The scream was expected. You yank two sharp swords from someone's body, it doesn't matter if your in a coma, its going to hurt like a censored. Unfortunately for Inimicus, his jerking movements only cause Suka's hands to sink further into the wound before fully healing it. Lucky for him though, the pain would be gone in seconds, as the mans body mended togther, sealing all open wounds and clearing any infections and inflammation. Suka could really care less about healing anyone. He did it because... well he got paid to do it. And the fact that he enjoyed seeing things like he was seeing now. Before he'd healed anything, he could practically see the fools heart beating, that was how exposed his organs were. Just a few more centimeters, he'd have seen everything pumping within Inimicus. It would have been interesting to see actually. Lucky for the vampire it didn't happen though. Suka could only heal, not bring back the dead.

As the man started speaking, Suka ignored it, focusing on healing him. Most patients in this state tended to blather a lot, most thinking it would be their last few moments to live, and realizing they'd not spoken enough in their life time. That, or they just wanted to get out their last goodbyes. Of course, Suka knew he'd be perfectly fine in a few moments. With blood being pumped back into his body by the bags the nurses kept bringing, he'd be fine within the hour, ready to go back out and probably get himself near killed again. It was interesting... what he say throughout the years. It always seemed to be the same ones that found themselves back into the hospital. Always hurting themselves for one reason or another. Hell, the Kuma tribe could pay every bill he had alone. Except... they weren't paying.

Scowling at the thought, Suka lifted his hand's of Inimicus torso, having healed the last bit of him. Glancing up at the two, Suka smirked slightly as Dora's reactions, then moved to the vampire's neck. "Lay your head back." Without giving him the chance to comply, Suka put on hand on his forehead, then forced him to lay back. Hovering his hand over the man's neck, the wound quickly sealed. Shaking his head, Suka made his way to the vampires leg. "How you're still alive, you must have lady luck on your side man." Hovering his hand over the guys leg, the wound sealed easily, just like the other. If it had been broken, he'd have had to set it before he healed it. Which... would have been painful. Again, the man was lucky.

Stepping back when he'd finished, his eyes traveled the vampires body. Though fully healed, he was a mess. Blood... everywhere. Finding his gaze traveling to Dora, he lifted a brow. She was covered in blood as well. He'd seen it before, but looking at the grand scale now... hell, it was a lot of blood. Stepping around the gurney, Suka made his way to the phone. "Inimicus, your healed, but you need to fill your body with blood. I can have a nurse come in and give you a sponge bath, get that blood off you. Or you can wait and take a shower in the back when your ready to go home. Dora..." Smirking, Suka's eyes lifted from her legs after a moment to meet her eyes. "Same goes for you."

Lowering his gaze to the phone, Suka picked up the receiver and dialed the nurses station. He'd need to get someone to clean up this mess first and foremost. It was up to the rest if they wanted to clean up or not.

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[Inimicus]

((OOC going on the assumption that Vicious's statue has his name on it somewhere for INimicus to have read))

The pain was in large part subsiding now, with the major wounds in his chest dealt with he only had the wound in his leg which had severed the nerves so as to make it numb, and the wound in his neck which was irritating but too clean to make a big fuss. He hated to admit it but had elder really been trying his head would have been resting on the floor of his house, not to say that the now re-dead vampire wasnt trying, he just underestimated Inimicus. Still, even with the pain gone there was a much large pain that was arising fast, shame and rage. He knew Xanth wouldn't be happy with him for what he had just done or what he was thinking, but he couldnt help it he was still Inimicus and his thoughts were still his own, and he was censored.

Vampires like Elder, were not rare, there were many of them. Many vampires believed this old belief of those who possess power using it, feeding off those they could when they could. Inimicus knew the Aides and warriors of Elysia could deal with them, but that wasn't the point, they were his subjects however much they denied it and their actions reflected on him. He had known these feelings before, but seeing someone act them on his own body was a wake up call for him. He shook his head, his reign was going to be blood soaked one way or the other and he hated the knowledge that he was going to have to try his hardest to end this threat to vampires from within.

He mentally shook himself, at least it seemed his good sense was coming back as blood was pumped into his body. His vision was clearing, his hearing was better, his smell and his thought process were returning to normal. He heard Suka tell him to lie back and was preparing to, but the angel seemed impatient and instead forced his head back...Doctors perogative though as long as he healed Inimicus. He felt the wound in his neck close with a gentle warming, then felt feeling return to his leg with the same warm sensation..and then Suka spoke.

"How you're still alive, you must have lady luck on your side man."

That was ironic, he was happy to be alive in some part...but he had been so close to his family again. He didn't want to die, not if he could help it, but if he did then he didnt care. Hell, heaven, or non-existence at times he wondered if any of those would be better than carrying the yoke of his failure and the yoke of his family name alone. He couldnt and wouldnt kill himself, he already brought enough blackness to his name without doing that, but the vision he had seen...even with his family ashamed of him the happiness to be with them again was immense. Added to that being back in this life meant that he now was going to be forced to decide something...hunt down the rouges for the name of vampires...or leave them alone as he knew Xanth would in large part prefer, to talk to them and get them to see reason. He knew in his heart after meeting Elder that would never work...now he had to decide. He spoke with an icy note to his voice, in German just to get the feelings out without having anyone understand him.

" Lady Luck is a coniving woman and I assure you she is not on my side. I wonder if I make a choice if you will all be so happy I'm alive..."

He shook his head, that wouldnt do. He was going to make his choice, people would condem him and people would praise him that was the way the world worked. Being dead was never good, being alive he could try and make changes even if through his actions everyone left his side. He smiled though, he knew for now he had friends. The fact that Dora had managed to save his life was her Aidely duty, but he knew the way she was acting it was more than that. He spoke in english this time

" Yes very...lucky. I understand about the blood Suka and I thank you for your quick work. "

Suka then mentioned the sponge bath.

" Thank you Suka but I would prefer to wait until I go home to bathe. This is not the first time in my life I have been covered in blood and unfortunatly I doubt it will be the last. "

He looked up to smile at Dora and saw who he hadnt been able to see clearly earlier. Evischoul, the god.

" Oh M'Lord Evischoul...I am sorry for any disrespect earlier. Thank you for your aid as well "



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[Suka]

(Ooc: I hope everyone dosn't mind, but because of the stalled thread, im going to Gmod the passing of time. Vicious and Dora have left and said goodbye to Ini, and Ini has been given an hour or so to recover from blood loss)

Suka walked back into the room Inimicus was being held. The blood was almost drained into his body, and the nurse was tending to it, ready to remove it from his arm. Stopping by the vampires bed, Suka leaned against the wall casually, watching the nurse silently until she finished her job, took the bag and left the room. Letting out a soft breath, Suka pushed off the wall, and made his way to the end of the bed. Picking up the chart information on the Vampire, he scribbled a few notes, then tucked the clip board under his arm. Lifting his eyes to meet Inimicus', he spoke calmly, near toneless. "You're all set to leave now, don't worry about the bill." Dora had said to send it to her, which Suka didn't have any intention of doing. He honestly didn't care anymore. Not about anything. Live or die, eat or not, live on the streets or in a bed, it didn't matter. He'd soon find himself dead or enslaved anyway.

Nodding to Inimicus, Suka turned and walked out of the room. Making his way to his office, he placed the documents in his file, then put the clipboard on the desk. He hadn't another patient, and was glad for it. At the moment, there was something else that needed to be done. Moving to the coat rack, Suka pulled on his leather jacket, shutting off the light's. Making his way toward Inimicus' room, he peered inside. If the man was still there, he'd wait for him to finish gathering his things, then he'd walk him outside and lock up. If he wasn't there, he'd simply leave.

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[Inimicus]

He felt the sharp stab against his skin as the blood tubes were inserted into his veins, he was lucky he had relativly easy to find veins...his sister had horrible ones and he remembered her coming home from donating blood with gauze on both arms. He himelf had never given blood before, but he had received a blood test once, had never really liked it so much. When he was sober he didnt particularly enjoy the site of blood, when he was drunk which was often he didnt care either way.

It was still an odd realization to him that the first time in his life he needed blood transfusion was after he became able to take blood himself. Not that he wanted to take blood against people's will but it was still something he found amusing. He had a lot of time to think, it was only an hour but after what he went through an hour seemed like an eternity. He had his life miraculously spared twice, both times indirectly by Xanth this most recent time by Dora, he was grateful but still a bit dissapointed. Was he really still this weak, as a human he was a bit stronger than most, as an Elysian it seemed a strong breeze could push him over, that would need to change quickly. He needed to find someone who could help him, Dazadi had been correct...he needed to learn he was not alone, yet that he needed to rely on his strength.

He sighed, there was much he was going to have to do. Most of it he hoped beneficial, some of it however....

It was going to be horrible what he was planning, he knew that. He would not be thought of fondly but too long he had known of these Rouges and how they acted. He would try and convince some of them to renounce the taking of blood forcibly...if he could find them. However if they were like Elder that would not work, and they would have to be exterminated. He found it distasteful, yet again a German, though Hitler had been in fact Austrian he was Germany's Chancellor, was going to be responsible for mass murder by differing opinions. He only hoped people would not the differences between him and that man, eternity would be a long time to be hated.

An Hour later Suka came in and told him he could leave, Inimicus didnt waste time. He got up and walked out the door, he needed to go home and take a shower...and plan...alot.



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