Loomis
your local sleep paralysis demon
Her blood boiled with an uncontrollable rage as she stared at the man that accosted her sister, worthless little shit. How dare he and Thomas come in here and attack them? The damage they caused tonight would definitely set Lazarus back a few steps, but Sabine was mostly concerned with how Charlotte would recover. Whatever that little bastard did to her was still wreaking havoc on the Vampire and every little whimper that escaped from her just fueled the violence inside Sabine.
“I have zero intention of drawing this worthless blood bags life any longer than need be,” Her tone was ice cold, the disdain for him dripping off every word. Her eyes seared into his as she tightened the vice like grip around his neck, all five of her pointed nails piercing into the vulnerable flesh.
“I am going to enjoy draining you of every ounce of life you have.” She gave him a forceful push against the wall as she used her free hand to move the leather jacket out of the way, ripping open his shirt to expose his abdomen. She could hear his heartbeat thumping against his chest, almost like a crowd cheering her on, her eyes flashed with excitement at the thought of what was to come. She brought her other hand up over her head, her veins protruding and pulsating eagerly against her pale skin. Her eyes danced on his exposed body as she readied herself to tear into his tender belly, gutting him like a pig at slaughter. And in an instant her plan was thwarted.
A high-pitched boom rang out in the night air and suddenly Sabine was knocked down. The bullet crashing into the center of her forehead sent her backwards and onto the floor. Muffled sounds of heavy metal objects surrounded her, her blurred vision flashing in and out as she watched Jacques transform himself into a makeshift machine and take Lottie into his wired clutches. NO! A mix of emotions riddle the Vampire, anger, helplessness, pain, vengeance.
“Magnus,” Sabine looked around to try and find her only ally through her obscured vision, trickles of her own blood ran down her head filling her eyes with the thick red liquid. She could faintly hear the mechanical like voice spitting in her direction but she couldn’t quite hear over the ringing in her ears. She didn’t need to hear to understand that the crazed man was taking her sister hostage as an insurance policy to make his escape.
“Coward!” Sabine shouted in his direction, her head protesting at the sudden force of emotion. The rumble of her surroundings caught her attention and she fought to regain her focus to see what, or who, was causing it. Fleeting images of Magnus covering himself in an earthly shield came into her field of vision as projectiles continued to flood into the space. Where the fuck was her team? Did more assailants make their way into Lazarus? That doesn’t matter, she shook those thoughts from head and began to force herself to stand, find Charlotte, secure her, and kill that little rat.
Sharp pains flogged her head as she attempted to rise from her injuries. Her vision began to fade in and out and she stumbled back to the ground. Damn it, push through it! She could no longer feel or hear Magnus’s heartbeat and she hoped that the Warlock and gone after Lottie as she tried to pull herself together. Letting out an exasperated groan she let herself lay there and focused all her energy on healing and pushing that god damn bullet from her skull.
The sound of footsteps brought Sabine out of her trance-like state and familiar melodic voice called out to her. Opening her eyes she saw Dante kneeling beside her, placing her head on his knee. This was not how she cared to be presented, weak, vulnerable, taken down by a mere bullet.
“Charlotte, we have to find her.” She could feel herself coming to as the bullet worked its way from her skin and rolled off her face. The hole it left slowly began to close and her vision began to clear.“That bastard took a cheap shot and fired a gun at me…from somewhere,” She slowly sat up and looked around at the mess that was left behind. There would be time to go over the details of her failure later, and judging by Dante’s appearance he had quite the battle as well, but her only goal at the moment was to retrieve her sister.
“Fuck, my head hurts.” She clenched her jaw as she rubbed the now rejuvenated skin on her forehead. “Will you come with me to find my sister? If he still has her beware of anything metal, it appears he can manipulate it.” Sabine hated that she was asking for help, she should be able to handle this herself. And it would have been handled if it wasn't for his hidden sniper stunt. She placed a hand on his shoulder to help herself up, taking note of the muscles beneath her touch. Dusting herself off she noticed her once pristine latex dress was ripped here and there, her own blood mixed with the Deo Volente’s now dried to the material. Pouting at the site of her attire she looked back at Dante, "well don't we look great," she huffed and flattened the stray platinum locks back into place.
“She’s still on the property,” She motioned with her head for him to follow her as she made her way back inside Lazarus. The club was a disaster, furniture was everywhere, rubble from Dante’s swift exit through the roof scattered about the wet floor.
“I’ll bill you for that later,” Sabine teased as she eyed the gaping hole in her clubs ceiling.
“Sabine, we’ve located your sister. She’s outside of Lazarus, it appears -” one of the security members approached the two of them but Sabine held up her hand to cut him off.
“I know where she is. You should’ve done your job and protected her. You will all be dealt with later. Get some bags up to my room immediately.” Sabine snapped as she swiftly moved past him and continued to exit the club.
Once outside she could see Lottie hunched over with Magnus not too far from the entrance of the property. Breaking out into a full sprint Sabine was at their side in a matter of seconds.
“Charlotte!” Sabine crouched down and examined her sister. She seemed to be healing just fine, thanks to Magnus’s generosity.
“Magnus, I can’t thank you enough.” Her eyes glowed with admiration as she took his bleeding hand. To willingly offer her sister his blood to help bring her back to health was worth more to her than gold, or rather the blood bags he brought in.
“Let’s get you inside my love, we have blood bags ready for you inside. You can soak in a bath and rest up inside.”
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