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Hunter's Fall pt.16

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Getting into trouble was never a difficult task for Col. Likewise, getting into a hospital that was being swarmed by slayers proved to be as simple as marching through the front door and calling out every last one of the murderous scum. Getting into trouble was never much of a challenge, it was getting out of it that required some skill.

Admittedly, it wasn't his first time going up against a mob and he was fairly confident. The makeshift smokescreen that would have greatly inhibited a human's vision was little more than a minor inconvenience, and really, what was the use of Vampiric strength and speed if he never got a chance to test the limits of his power. However, there was one thing that held him back.

"You're more suited than anyone to take on the slayers right now, but you are under no circumstances allowed to feed on them. We can't risk the chance that any might turn and come back for vengeance, and I'd like to lessen the chances of you murdering the lot of them and starting a war."

So per Mercy's orders- as if she had any right to act like his boss- no fanging allowed. He could live with that, as long as he still got to smash some heads in. At that thought, Col grabbed another attacker dressed all in black and slammed him against the floor with force rivaling a runaway bus. The tile floor underneath them strained, seconds from breaking, under the pressure, but that didn't stop the surge of assailants. How many were there, he wondered for a moment as he twisted some slayers arm all the way around and listened for the sound of breaking bone- a sound that he knew well at this point.

"Monster!"

"Die! You-"

"-gut you like a-"

No matter how many he tossed aside, the mob never seemed to diminish in the least. Maybe that was a good thing though, maybe this was all there was and they were all focused on him rather than the patients. Mercy had said that the emergency prepared for just such an event was known throughout Arceo, and any able-bodied man or woman would be prepared to fight while the sick and the injured would go into hiding in the lower levels.

Come to think of it, Col hadn't seen much of the patients since arriving. He knew from what he'd gathered from Mercy that there were a considerable amount- it was a hospital after all, granted not the most legit hospital, but the patients who checked in and out were hardly anymore legit- so perhaps they'd been avoiding him. He chuckled at the irony as he dug his fingertips into the flesh of a slayers abdomen. Here he was fighting countless humans that would like nothing more than to drive a freshly sharpened stake into his heart for the sake of these unknown kin that wouldn't even come out to face him.

The number of able-bodied slayers slowly began to recede, and for this the young Vampire was glad. He swiped at his forehead to rid himself of some sweat but only succeeded in smearing his face with blood. He licked up some of the substance that stained his fingers and gratefully took in its salty warmth before returning to the fight. It occurred to him that Mercy hadn't wanted him to feed on his opponents, but he could surely lap up what was already spilling from their wounds without danger of turning them.

"Freak!"

"-skewer your heart on a stake!"

He grabbed one thinly built human and pressed them- her, it appeared to be a female by the slight curves showing through the inky black fabric- up against a wall to get a clear shot at the gash in her knee. She didn't scream as he fed, slayers were too proud for that, but what struck Col as strange was that none of her comrades made any move to help her. He took three greedy swallows before letting the female drop.

"What did I tell you about feeding."

He swung around and found himself facing Mercy once again. The remaining slayers appeared to have been knocked unconscious. "I didn't bite her." He licked his lips and examined the fallen. They had all been knocked out so smoothly and quickly, the bastards probably didn't even know what hit them. "Damn. How long did you say you've been at this?"

"Since I could walk," she replied calmly. "but that's not the issue. There's more than one reason I told you not to feed from the slayers."

"What, are you holding out on- Hcck!" The sound was something like a cross between a hiccup and a choked cough. Such a sound did not bode well.

Mercy rolled her eyes with exasperation. "Idiot. She probably took something long before coming here. Something that wouldn't hurt her but would pack a punch if for anyone who came in direct contact with her blood. I have to admit, it's a clever trick."

Col rubbed his throat, which had begun to burn, and scowled. Clever trick indeed. It didn't feel like whatever was in that blood would kill him, but it was already taking its tole on his senses. It was like having pins and needles all over his body, accompanied by a dizzy numbness and painful amount of heat rising up through his veins.

"Since you didn't go so far as to drain the slayer dry, the effects will probably wear off soon enough. This was probably most of them anyway." She surveyed the room, dark with the slowly fading clouds of smoke and littered with defeated warriors. "I'm going to find my father and root out any stragglers. If you're still feeling out of it by the time I'm done, I'll get you some help."

"Wait a sec," He stifled another thick cough into his arm. "I'm not done yet." he stated resolutely. He stood up straight and stiff to distract from how obviously spent he was. "You play nurse around here, right? Go deal with your patients, find your dad, toss out all the zonked out slayers laying around here, I'll take care of the leftovers."

Mercy gave him a puzzled look. This was self punishment if she ever saw it, but if he was really willing to work through the pain, who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth. She nodded uncertainly and the two went their separate ways. Each had a task to complete, yet what reason did Col have for his task. Even as she retreated to the lower levels, Mercy couldn't help but wonder what had caused the sudden change in attitude.

It wasn't as if he owed her anything, nor did he have any obligation to the people of Arceo as she did. Was he simply that bloodthirsty that he would go search for battles even in his current condition? She dismissed the thought as soon as it had come. No, she had chosen him as a fellow hunter, she would never make that kind of mistake.

The night was long and there were still things to be done, questions to be answered, but the biggest question seemed to be a matter of trust. Trust. Something both Col and Mercy were supremely lacking in.
It's baaaack~
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