Zotohxan
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Hearing Dakota ask for Carver to save her just angers Cole more, making him dig his nails deeply into her thighs.
Carver feels her pain, and hears her plea, his heart racing a million times a minute as he slams his shoulder against the door, effectively breaking it in before running over and easily throwing Cole off of Dakota, into the nearby window. In the process shattering it, and once more leaving the vampire unconscious as he lands on the ground.
Carver then finds himself standing over Dakota's body, quickly he unties the restraints as he looks at her in panic, "Oh my gods... Koda..." He leans down and begins using his healing light on her, healing all the wounds including the new ones on her thighs. He then does the one thing angels are always taught against doing, because of how much strain it puts onto their bodies... "Don't worry... I'll all be better, soon." He whispers to her in a soothing voice despite the nervousness and fear seeping through his every breath. He brings his wrist to his mouth and painfully bites a chunk out of it before putting his profusely bleeding wound to her mouth. Just a few drops of angel blood would bring a human's own blood production back to healthy levels with no adverse effects, no matter how close to death they are.
Carver feels her pain, and hears her plea, his heart racing a million times a minute as he slams his shoulder against the door, effectively breaking it in before running over and easily throwing Cole off of Dakota, into the nearby window. In the process shattering it, and once more leaving the vampire unconscious as he lands on the ground.
Carver then finds himself standing over Dakota's body, quickly he unties the restraints as he looks at her in panic, "Oh my gods... Koda..." He leans down and begins using his healing light on her, healing all the wounds including the new ones on her thighs. He then does the one thing angels are always taught against doing, because of how much strain it puts onto their bodies... "Don't worry... I'll all be better, soon." He whispers to her in a soothing voice despite the nervousness and fear seeping through his every breath. He brings his wrist to his mouth and painfully bites a chunk out of it before putting his profusely bleeding wound to her mouth. Just a few drops of angel blood would bring a human's own blood production back to healthy levels with no adverse effects, no matter how close to death they are.