Darkended Blood (Closed)

[FaithWynters]

A private roleplay between @Tenshi Hinara and @FaithWynters




By now, it’s already well past sun down. The cool breeze outside forces the trees to shake, causing dark shadows to dance across the lawn. I am the daughter of a single father. Tonight is just like any other night. Staying up late to catch up on homework, all house duties are on my shoulders; that includes taking care of my younger brother, Jason and doing the laundry. I love him, but sometimes, he’s a pain.


It’s Friday night—laundry night, and I’ve been back from the laundry facility for a couple hours. It’s Jason’s bedtime, but instead of going on the bed, he walks into my room, the same frown he gets when something has gone wrong.


“Mr. Snuggles is at the Laundry place” The words will change everything tonight. When I look to the clock, it’s already eight-thirty; I’m not allowed to drive after eight. My father goes to work early, so I am forced to either entertain Jason all night or take the risk and drive back to the Laundromat. His begging and inability to sleep without his bear forces me to leave the house and take the short trip back.


When I get there, the 24 hour Laundromat is empty. Not even the bitter owner/attendant is at his desk, selling detergent and reading fervently from his Bible. So, the search begins for Mr. Snuggles. After about a three minute search, I find him, on the floor behind one of the machines. As I crawl beneath a nearby table in an attempt to reach the bear, the back door if forced open. I hear grumbling from men and as I grasp the teddy bear, the sickening sound of something heavy hitting the floor rings out from their talking. The sound makes me stop and listen from underneath the table. All I catch out of their conversation is something about vampires. As I move to get the bear, I see you on the other side of the line of machines blocking the men’s view from me. You’re a crumpled heap on the floor, bloody, and for a moment, I don’t think you’re breathing. Then, your eyes open, and look right at me…


We will begin when I first get to the Laundromat and go from there.

 

[That Lass Over There]

He smirked as he opened his blood red eyes to view a girl under the table, a red liquid running down his chin from the corner of his mouth. "Yo." he mouthed towards her casually, having no regard for his want-to-be murderers. He resisted the urge to rip off one's head as they ground the heel of their boot into the back of his head. He ignored the repetitive kicks and punches he got from the idiotic mortals, favoring a roll of his eyes and a silent conversation with the girl instead. "How'd you get here?"


The conversation of the gang of thugs going on around him held little of his interest, even when they started discussing how they should kill the 'Wannabe monster'. He also tried, and failed, to suppress a bit of laughter as one of them tried to pierce him with a knife and the blade snapped on his gray fur jacket. He went to speak aloud as the one that just broke their knife on the jacket picked him up by the hair and turned him around, but was stopped short as he was slapped and thrown a good distance away.


"Honestly. You people never learn, do you? You aren't doing a very good job at beating me up. The ladies wouldn't be impressed." He winked towards the girl before slumping against the wall, spreading his arms out in a taunting manner. "I thought you said you were going to kill me, huh?"

 

[FaithWynters]

Darkness had shrouded the area in a calm and peaceful way. The sky still shone a deep violet as the sun finally fell far enough below the horizon to no longer matter to the small college town of Madison. The cool breeze pushed fallen leaves lazily around on the roads and sidewalks; it was a sure sign of fall and the imminent threat of winter that would soon be approaching their doorsteps in thick bursts of cold air and snow.


A pair of headlights broke through the surrounding darkness of the street, and a silver Hyundai Elantra pulled up to the curb and slowed to a stop. The building that the car stopped in front of was simple. It’s front was a blank canvas of glass with the words ‘Tidy Bubbles Laundromat and Dry’ scrawled across it in large looping letters of blue and white. Normally, the front of the building was bright and open. The large fluorescent lights inside shone out onto the sidewalk and unforgivingly into the eyes of any cars passing by.


Tonight, it was different, and the cheap plastic blinds that were usually in their upmost position were now down and closed. They fought back the light with all of their might, but it still partially illuminated the sidewalk in a dull glow.


If the figure hadn’t been worried about other matters, they might have been able to notice the difference. On a normal day, it might have sparked a curiosity within them that they may have thought over while their clothes ran through the rinse cycle. Tonight was different. The figure was not here to clean a forgotten blouse or a pair of trousers. They were here for a single item and once they retrieved that single item from inside, they could head home.


“It had to be tonight.” The soft words, followed by quiet cursing broke the stillness of the air. A small hand gripped the door to the laundromat. When she pulled on the door, there was no fight, it opened easily and the light from inside poured out and made her flinch. The car was locked, and as the short stature entered the space, the street outside was once again covered in silence and the darkness that battled only with the glow of the building.


Emma was surprised by the look of the place on the inside; she had never been here so late before. While it was a twenty-four hour laundromat, apparently, people didn’t often visit in the early hours of the evening. For a moment, the thought glanced her mind that people may not even venture here when there wasn’t light outside; this place wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods, but it was cheap and near their home.


So, she walked quietly toward the machine that she had been using earlier within the day. She only hoped that Jason had left his toy under the table where he had been playing. Then, she could just grab it and go. There would be no reason to worry the owner, who had probably just been taking a nap in the back; she could just go home and return the toy.


When brown eyes never found the brown bear, she took the next step, and got on her hands and knees, crawling beneath the table. A quiet yelp broke the silence, as her hand almost made contact with a straight razor that had been almost completely hidden on the grey tiles.


“And to think that Jason was playing under here…” Dark brown hair shook in disapproval as Emma continued to look for the toy. She saw it, shoved uncomfortably in between two of the machines. That’s when she heard it. The thick sound of a door being flung open and hitting the wall. The sound made her jump, but she didn’t move. Instead, she looked through the gap toward the back door. The cool breeze pushed in through the open doorway and the figures that entered carried something in their hands.


Emma had to hold the gasp when she realized that the thing that they held in their arms—the thing they dropped heavily on the ground—was a person. A bleeding person who—as she let out the quietest of gasps—shot their eyes up to look directly at her. A chill went through her, and she had to do everything she could to keep from screaming.


It was an odd sight. He wasn’t groaning or screaming out in pain as the men kicked him and beat him. He was taunting them. What was going on? He tried instead, to use his strength to stalk to her—he had indeed seen her as she had seen him. Emma’s heart pounded in her chest. What was she supposed to do? This guy—who looked about to be her age—was getting mercilessly beaten. Her hand had found its way to her mouth, as if to try and stop her breath from being heard and her body from involuntarily whimpering at the sight.

 

[That Lass Over There]

The impacts of all five goons hitting their target echoed throughout the near empty room, each impact making them grin in satisfaction as they released their rage from his taunts onto him. But, the most prominent emotion on their faces if one looked correctly was fear. Fear of their target that they endlessly tried to break with anything they could find, a broom, their fists, precious knives that only snapped on impact. After each series of beatings he just got up and spread his arms as if to taunt the very gods with his defiance of them. Each blow, if it even did damage, was reduced to a simple cut or bruise regardless of the force or weapon used.


"Oh my, oh my! I think that one actually stung for a second!" He got up for the twentieth time, looking down upon a scratch on the back of his hand. He just simply gained a sadistic smile before looking up at the exhausted thugs, spreading his arms wide again. "I think you folks are improving!"


The moonlight shown through the window onto the faces of the boys, all of them bearing marks of terror. "W-what if he really is a monster guys? A v-vampire?" The largest one stepped up, hacking the end off of a wooden broom.


"Then we stab him, good and simple!" The man charged with his makeshift spear, grinning as he expected the red-eyed man to step out of the way and admit defeat. Instead as they had this proceeding the man only laughed, clapping his hands together and snapping the weapon in half. His red eyes opened again and grew serious as he stepped right by the paralyzed thug, patting him on the back with enough force to send him to the ground. He seemingly disappeared for a moment as the other four fell slowly to the ground.


"I tire of your antics. I've proven my point, obeyed my word, now you obey yours. Begone with you." The big one shook before running away on his own, leaving others there. "Heh. The sense of loyalty from your leader is so intense I nearly felt pity for you." He scooped up the other four and took them over to a more appropriate place before returning. "Geez, what a mess. The owner of this place is going to be mad when he finds blood and broken knives all over his floor." He tugged out a paper and dropped it on the ground before turning and waving lazily. "Ja ne! Man, now where am I going to sleep? That rat probably already told his buddies to look out for me..." his voice faded in the distance as he disappeared, molding into the dark background perfectly.

 

[FaithWynters]

His words were strange. At first she thought that he might be the one that could use the help. She thought these men might have been trying to get money out of him or something, but as the beating continued, it seemed that the only thing they were able to do to him was scratch and bruise him. The blood that had been dripping from his face before was now dried. Emma didn’t dare move from underneath the table. What if one of them saw her? What if she was pulled out from under the table and they did to her what they were trying to do to this guy?


Then, everything seemed to change in an instant. The man with red eyes seemed to turn the tables. The boys who were seemingly trying to end his life were all on the floor or running away. Emma still didn’t know what to do. Four of them were still lying on the floor, and the other had disappeared. The red-eyed man gave on more look around the place and walked out. She wondered for a moment if he had forgotten about her, and she realized that she gripped onto the bear with all of her might as she waited in the silence.


When she thought it was safe, she pulled herself out from underneath the table and quietly walked around the machines. There was blood on the floor, and the soft sound of groans could be heard by the men that still lay on the ground. What should she do? Should she just leave them here to be found by others, or should she try to help them? Everything told her that she should just leave. They were trying to beat up that guy. Just leave them…


“Hey…” her soft voice broke the silence. She reached out and pressed into one of the men’s sides with her foot. She gripped the long sleeves of her over-sized sweater as she noticed him move. Was he okay? “Are you okay?” The words followed her thoughts and she leaned down slightly to look at the man, with his face in the ground. His light blonde hair was knotted and small spots of red stained the cool color. She couldn’t see his face. Emma just assumed that he was passed out or semi-conscious. She pushed her foot into him again and he groaned. “Do I need to call an ambulance or something?”


Before she could step away, one of his hands shot out and grabbed her ankle. She felt the pressure, crushing inward on her skin and bones. A quiet yelp escaped into the silence, but she couldn’t pull away. One hard yank brought her falling backwards toward the hard tile. Another scream escaped her lips as her head came in contact with the harsh tile. Her head spun and she was lost in the darkness of unconsciousness.