All the pretty little horses

[Scarlett Devereaux]

He laid the weapon down at his side and I knew he was going to let me help him. I know, I was a fucking mess. First, I try to drain him dry and now I'm trying to save him?! I even confused myself. "Ok." He mumbled and his body tensed for my touch. I moved slowly over to him and got to my knees at his side. "This won't hurt a bit." I said to him and I had to smile at the cliche' of the phrase. A vampire telling a human that this wouldn't hurt as I inched closer to his neck.

I put one hand on the unwounded side of his neck, gently, very gently. His skin was cold now, no longer holding the warmth from the chase. But it wasn't just the normal temperature, he was really cold. Cold from loss of blood was never good, it was too close to death. I bent down slowly to him, trying ever so hard to resist the scent of his blood as it still ran down his throat. I couldn't help myself, I started at the base of his neck and licked the blood line all the way up to my puncture marks, sealing them closed with my saliva.

I placed a gentle kiss on the newly healed skin and pulled back slowly from him. He was so pale and was starting to look as sick as he was supposed to. But this was my fault and oddly enough, now I was the one that was sorry. "I'm so sorry." I said to him as my hand moved from his neck to his cheek. There was stubble covering his soft skin but I could still feel it under the hair. He looked so much like Tristan that it had me closing my eyes. A single blood red tear fell from my eyes and that was all I could spare. I pulled my hand back from him and spoke softly, "We need to get you back to the church."

[jackson]

"This won't hurt a bit." She moved slowly over to me, and got on her knees. I looked at her knelt down beside me, and the uneasiness was probably showing .
I closed my eyes as her tongue licked my neck and my puncture marks. I was waiting for her to lose control again and finish me, but surprisingly she didn't. Her voice caused me to open my eyes when she said, "I'm so sorry."
I opened my eyes slightly to give her a grimacing look, my body was racked in pain and she was the cause of it, "Remember, everyone is sorry?" I said harshly. Her apologies meant nothing to me right now. I was still dying, just not bleeding.



"We need to get you back to the church." she said softly.
I nodded at her, however there was no way I could move myself there. I was too weak and walking wouldn't be an option right now. My eyes were starting to get heavy again and I was starting to shiver from the cold. She needed to figure out a way to move me, and move me now.

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"Remember, everyone is sorry?" I smirked at him as he threw my own line back at me. His head fell to the side and I knew he was dying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'd done this. "Come on Doc." I said to him as I threw his arm over my shoulder and lifted him to his feet. He leaned on my shoulder and I could tell it wasn't by choice. He was so damn pale, I'd taken so much. "Close your eyes." I said to him and I coated my voice with that smooth sensuality that had him bending to my will only a short time ago.

His eyes closed and I felt his body sag against me. I waited only a moment, but it was long enough. He passed out against me and I picked him up with no effort. I ran fast and hard, making it to the church in seconds. I carried Jackson in the doors and slammed them behind us. I turned the lock quickly and flashed to the table in front of the giant cross that hung at the head of the church. I cleared the religious shit from the table with a quick swipe of my arm and lifted Jackson up to it.

I opened his jacket and tore his tee shirt down the middle exposing his pale chest to me. I put my ear to his chest and listened. I could hear the little blood he had left trying to rush through his heart, trying to keep the muscle pumping. Trying to keep him alive. I could hear the internal works of his body and I knew it wouldn't be long till he died.

I slid my jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around me. I stood there, at the front of the church, with a dying man before me. I didn't have any medical skills, not even a little first aid. But, I knew that my blood was stronger than his and I knew that I healed worse wounds in seconds. I looked up at the cross in front of us with the bloody statue of Jesus hanging from it. "He believes in you.. Don't let him die like this." I said out loud, my southern accent pleading with a God I no longer believed in.

I jumped fast and high on to the table, my legs landing on either side of Jackson. I knelt down to him, straddling him for a better angle. I lifted my wrist to my mouth and tore the thing wide open. Precious blood poured from the opening and coated my dark dress, sticking the silk to my skin. I moved my wrist to Jackson's mouth and pushed his chin down, opening his mouth to me. My blood poured in to his mouth and I watched as he began to swallow.

[jackson]

I'm not sure how long I slept,since I was so exhausted from the ordeal. When I woke up there was a light in my eyes, and I brought my right hand up slowly to block it. Had I been dreaming all of this? "Hello?" I called out hoping that's all it was, just a nightmare that was finally over. I raised up slowly and turned to realize I was lying on the table of sacrament.
My heart sank as I raised my hand up to feel the closed marks on my neck. I jumped down off the table and looked down to see my shirt was torn open. "What happened?" I said feeling totally confused. I started to feel around myself and oddly I felt great. I touched my head and it was as if I never fell. Even my ankle felt like nothing happened.

I looked up and started to search the sanctuary for the vampire that did this to me. I started to feel a little angry because I had this gut instinct that the way she fixed me was not a way I would've chose, "What did you do?" I asked her.

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"Hello?" I heard his voice and I looked up from the pew I was sitting in. I was a few rows back from him, because I knew once he woke up, he'd be mad as hell. I watched him as he put his hand up to the closed marks at his neck and then jumped down off the table. he looked down at his torn shirt and I could see the anger rising in him. "What happened?" He was better than I'd thought he'd be. He looked refreshed and no longer as hurt as he had been.

He looked up and started to search the room.. For me, no doubt. "What did you do?" He asked me and his voice was full of contempt. I stood up from the pew and slipped my jacket on. Stepping in to the aisle, I spoke low and soft, my voice was so empty, void of all emotion. "I did what I had to do. I saved your life, after I'd tried to take it." I walked slowly to the front of the church, making sure to leave room between the two of us. "You should be fine soon." I turned around to leave, even though I didn't want to, I knew he wouldn't want me to stay.

[jackson]

"I did what I had to do. I saved your life, after I'd tried to take it."


"What's that suppose to mean? You did what you had to?!" I felt a rage within me, this meant she fed me her blood. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that blood is dangerous in any form when shared, "Do you realize the risk you took?!" I reached up rubbing a hand stunningly through my hair, "We don't even know if vampiric poisioning is transmittable yet, and you fed me your blood?!" I had to ask her because I wanted to make sure my conclusions were true.
The last thing I needed was to go from bad to worse. I could live with the stomach pains, but not the need to feed on people. Who knows the consequences this would have. Most vampires kill their prey, but I had taken of her blood and lived to tell it.

"You should be fine soon." she turned around to leave, even though she didn't want to, she knew I wouldn't want her to stay.

"Don't come back." I said hatefully. She nearly killed me and the last I wanted was to see her face again. I turned away from her and leaned on the table I was lying on moments ago clinging for life.

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"What's that suppose to mean? You did what you had to?! "Do you realize the risk you took?! We don't even know if vampiric poisoning is transmittable yet, and you fed me your blood?!" He was pretty pissed, that was obvious. But, I saved his life, I gave him back his existence when it was inches away from being taken. I'd held back, nearly choking on my need to kill him and he was mad at me. Fuck him.

I started to head for the door and I heard his parting comment loud and clear, "Don't come back." Anger boiled up inside me and it had me turning around to face him again. In an instant, I was at his side with my hand on his throat. I laid him out hard on to the table he'd just been leaning against. I pushed down on his throat with my hand and watched as he began to choke and writhe to get free. "You ungrateful little fuck! I had your pathetic little life in my hands and I let you keep it!! My insides are on fire, so you could stay alive! Do you understand that?!"

I let go nearly as fast as I taken hold of his throat and watched him cough up his frustration. I stood in front of him watching him catching his breath. I got in close to his reddened face and spoke low to him. "You shouldn't squander a gift. And thats what I gave you. I let you keep your life even though it will probably kill me." I was sure he would only be more angry with me and I was tired of anger today. It was a natural part of my life now and I hated it. But this guy, this man, he was something different. I was still close to him as I layed on the seduction in my voice to calm him. "I wish I hadn't hurt you."

[jackson]

"You ungrateful little fuck! I had your pathetic little life in my hands and I let you keep it!! My insides are on fire, so you could stay alive! Do you understand that?!" she let me go and I reached up rubbing my throat, the oxygen returning to my body. I was furious with her and if I had a gun I would've put her out of her misery. I heard my fathers voice in my head, 'Be slow to anger son', that's what he use to say when I would lose my temper. I could hear his words echoing as I thought about what was happening here, 'There's a time and a purpose for everything Jackson'. I shook off his words as she got in my face again, "You shouldn't squander a gift. And thats what I gave you. I let you keep your life even though it will probably kill me." However I couldn't heed his words when it came to her, "What does that make you?!? You want my thanks? You want me to worship you or something?! How many others have you killed?! You're a killer!" My words rang out and poisoned her ear. I was sure she was looking for redemption but I was too bitter to grant any from me. Maybe I wasn't the man I thought I was. Maybe I wasn't the one God left here to help people and show them another side to this world. I looked away from her still angry and embarrassed at the way I talked to a lady just now. Wait. Was she a lady? Do ladies kill?

"I wish I hadn't hurt you." her words rang in my ears. I could hear sorrow in them. I looked at her. No words, no movement. She tricked me before, was she using some spell now? "Sure." I said wishing she would just go. Or was I wishing that at all?

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"What does that make you?!? You want my thanks? You want me to worship you or something?! How many others have you killed?! You're a killer!"

He was right, there was no qualms about it. I was a killer, a murderer, a monster. But, there was nothing to be done about it. I wasn't going to change. I wasn't going to wake up some morning all better, back to my normal happy self. No, there was no waking up from this particular nightmare. "Your right, Jackson. I am a killer, a skilled one at that. And no, I do not want your thanks." I pulled back slightly, because I knew the next words from my mouth would only piss him off more. "I've killed more people than I could ever count. I've killed even when I didn't need to feed. I've left people only clinging to the pathetic life they have left, not even bothering to give them the eternal rest they deserve."

I stood up then, with the un-natural speed that only the vampirically poisoned possess. I stood in front of him glaring at him with my crimson colored eyes. "The last thing I want from you, Jackson, is a thank you." The murder in my eyes was a total mismatch to the sweet southern voice that came from my mouth. "But, unlike so many men and woman I've come across, I let you keep your life. Be thankful for that." The words practically spat from my mouth. I was so angry and the hunger pains were coming back in full force. I wasn't going to last very much longer and if I stayed here, I may just take back the gift I'd given this human. I turned quickly from him and began to make my much needed exit.

[jackson]

"The last thing I want from you, Jackson, is a thank you." "But, unlike so many men and woman I've come across, I let you keep your life. Be thankful for that."

I kept my head turned away from her, slightly looking down. She made me sick. She killed thousands of others, but because she let me live, I was suppose to look away from that?
"So you let me live..." my voice trailed off, "God's made note of that. He forgives you. Doesn't mean I have yet." I said harshly as my eyes moved from the floor to hers. I watched as she turned quickly away from me and headed for the door. I felt bad at that moment. It was like God was putting conviction in my heart. I dare not say sorry to her though. It was saying sorry and having feelings for her that got me in this mess to start.

I lifted a foot to follow her, the doors would need locked behind her, but as I started to move from where I was standing I felt a pain go through my whole body. I quickly grabbed my stomach and doubled over in pain. A moan came from my mouth as I collasped to the floor. The pain felt as if a shocking wave of pain arose from within me and then died down. I tried to get up but it attacked me again.

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"So you let me live..." my voice trailed off, "God's made note of that. He forgives you. Doesn't mean I have yet." I heard his voice, his damning me, and I just shook my head. I kept walking to the door until I heard him thump to the floor. I turned around to see him hunching over himself with panic in his eyes. I turned back to the door, intending on just leaving. There was no reason to stay. I wasn't a doctor, there was nothing left for me to do to help him. If I stayed, it would only bring the both of us more trouble. I didn't need more trouble, that was what I was telling myself as I reached the door.

My hand was on the knob when I heard him moan in pain. I closed my eyes and hung my head. He had trusted me and I'd betrayed him. He'd given me the benefit of doubt and I'd tried to murder him. I owed him more than just giving him my blood. I closed the door, turned the lock and was back at Jackson's side in less than seconds. I got down to my knees beside him and put my hand on his still bare stomach. "The blood must have helped, but your still hurt." I said to him, my voice was plain and lacked any emotions. "You need a bed, somewhere to lay down." I put my hand to his forehead and was disturbed at the clammy hot feel of his skin. "Shit, you've got a fever. Bed. Now. Where is it?"

[jackson]

I laid on the ground, my body becoming very cold, and the pain constant. I was confused. I could see her turn and lock the door. Great. She was coming to finish me now I thought to myself. I wasn't sure what had just taken place until I realized, I hadn't had the vile of medicine I require to keep the toxins at bay. The toxic poisons in my blood had built up. Her blood being so powerful had rapidly sped up the mutation in mine. Without proper medication and rest, I would be dead within hours.

She bent down over me, and I looked up at her with merciful eyes. I was in need and left at her mercy once again.
"The blood must have helped, but your still hurt." "You need a bed, somewhere to lay down." "Shit, you've got a fever. Bed. Now. Where is it?" she said with her hand rested on my forehead. She didn't have to tell me I had a fever, by the chills I already knew it. "Down the stairs, very back." I managed to mumble between shreds of pain.

[Scarlett Devereaux]

"Down the stairs, very back." I nodded to him and stood up. I pulled him up with me and heard him groan his protest at the movement. I put his arm over my shoulder and was prepared to help him walk, but I caught another glimpse of his face. He was so pale, his cheeks looked sunken and his eyes had dark circles under them. I wasn't sure he had it in him to walk, even with my help. I put my hand up to his cheek, supporting his weight with my one arm around him. "I know you can't trust me, I don't expect you too. But, you aren't going to make it down stairs on your own. I can get you there, fast, but it'll be easier if you close your eyes."

Asking someone to close their eyes while a vampire held them up, was just as much as asking him to trust me. He didn't have to close his eyes, it wasn't mandatory. But, if he looked, if he watched how fast we were going to move, there was a very good chance he would vomit. And his body didn't look like it could handle that either. I spoke low to him, "Jackson, close your eyes."

(feel free to god mode us down to his room. I want to see how he handles the speed awake lol)