[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae was carefully unwrapping his other arm, smiling over at Paislee who started giggling at whatever it was Ryan had told her. She snuggled close to him, then to Clae as she was put in his arms. Clae looked up at Ryan, biting his lip. He didn't understand what the problem was, had assumed it was just the wind at the back door. "Okay.." He mumbled, hugging Paislee close.

"Dun die, Ryan.." Paislee said helplessly, looking up at him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I won't, kiddo." Ryan winked, spinning as someone cleared their throat. He didn't recognize the vampire, but that didn't matter. The guy spotted Claeton and began to move pretty damn fast. With a snarl and a pained cry, Ryan shifted, stitches not lasting long. He snapped at te vampire's shorts, dragging him back and cornering him in the next room.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

All Clae could think was there was some creep coming after him and Pasilee, and he wasn't going to let her get hurt. He quickly pushed her to the couch, laying carefully on top of her. He couldn't help thinking all that Air Force training had done him a lot of good.

"Daddy dark." She complained, and he ran his fingers through her hair, but held her close. He wouldn't let her get hurt, even if it meant his own life being taken.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan snarled as the guy struck him int the head, was pushing him back towards the door steadily, barking and growling. He reared back as the guy made another run for Claeton and grabbed the other male's shirt.
Claws dragged down the vampires back, who spun in agitation and dug his teeth into Ryan's neck before fleeing for the door. Ryan whined, pawing at his face as he staggered and hit the floor, shifting back with a pained sob and arching, eyes open and startled. A hand covered the bite as he writhed, breaths shaky, heart racing. He cried out again, digging his heels into the carpet to try and brace himself.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae gently pushed Paislee to the other end of the sofa, telling her to stay as he got down and crawled over to Ryan. He had no idea what a vampire bite would do to a wolf, but he knew it had to be terrible. "Ryan.. Ryan.." He gently pressed his hand to his neck, kneeling at his head. He pushed his hair back, biting his lip as tears ran down his face. He didn't think he'd ever felt so helpless.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan sobbed, baring his teeth helplessly as he arched again. His chest felt tight, sweat rolling off his bare body. He dug his fingers against the floor, his next cry ending in half a snarl. "I need...help..Clae..." He choked, squirming. Tears fell steadily down his cheeks, his werewolf body trying to fight off the rival infection within his own body. He hoped desperately that Claeton knew a vampire willing to drain enough blood to get rid of it, even if is resulted in throwing it all back up. "You..gotta find a vamp-" He screeched, clawing at his chest, smearing blood over his torso from his arms.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Okay okay okay.." He mumbled helplessly, scrambling to his phone. He didn't even care if there was blood on his hands, just called the one vampire he knew, telling him he needed to get there as quick as possible. Chandler said he was dropping everything, and was literally there in no time flat. All Clae could think was it was some sort of vampiric speed or something.

"Ugh." Chandler groaned, straddling Ryan so he could get to his neck. He bit down, draining him until Ryan finally stopped thrashing. Then he gagged, getting up and heading for the sink. "Fuck.. I hate you, Clae.."

"I know.. I'm sorry.." Clae mumbled.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan let out pained whimpers and groans, shuddering. He felt sick from the immense pain, tense. But he had started to lose the ability to even writhe when Chandler got there. Of course, as he bit down, Ryan sobbed and arched against him in pain, trying to pull away until he began to drain him. Ryan eased up, the venom having spread scarily fast. And by the time Chandler was done, he was out cold, pale and damp, his breaths were however visible with how fast and shallow he was panting.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Chandler finally managed to throw up all of the blood, feeling worse than he'd remembered feeling in a long while. He slapped Clae upside the head as he left, and Clae watched him go before he locked the door behind him. He knelt down beside Ryan, slowly running his fingers through his hair.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan stirred after a moment and swallowed, shivering. He eyed the nasty looking gashes up his arm, but they were barely bleeding with how much he'd lost. He didn't even have it in him to find the strength to move his head, and closed his eyes again, his breaths slowing. The one thought that crossed his mind was that they were safe, and that's all he had wanted.