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zajawa · February 24th, 15, 03:47 PM

Two hours later Rick was actually cursing under his breath, trembling from pain. His fingers were cut off and the nails were pulled out. The deal was that as he was 'playing' with Vincent the gang of his boss wiped out. He was hiding somewhere and as a trusted man, his right hand, he should know where. Of course he didn't know a thing but no one wanted to believe him when he said it time after time. First he tried to get free but he was unlucky and someone that knew how to tie ropes done them this time. Right now he barely have strenght to move his head due to severe blood loss. People that captured him were now in the room on his left, he could hear that much. Then Rick thought about Vincent. Didn't he say that if he would call him, where ever he was he would hear him? Was this another vampire thing? Should he try that? Not really heaving any other option he decided to try.
"Vin..cent...", he whispered and then called once more, a bit louder.
It was first time in his lonely life he was trying to ask someone for help. There never was anyone for him. At least not someone he would trust enough or want a help from. The deal with Vincent was entirely something else.

TimetoDuel95 · February 24th, 15, 05:34 PM

Vincent felt a pulse at the same time that he heard that broken voice in his head. He no longer had to think. His body moved on its own, getting dressed in a split second and traveling to the origin of that voice. Upon arriving, he was shot multiple times only for it to not effect him as he easily did away with the men outside before bursting his way into the building covered in his own blood and the blood of the men he had to dispose of. In no time at all, he tore apart the men that came at him to keep him from Rick. Each life he took with savage actions didn't phase him at all. He was acting on some sort of primal instinct that deemed him unable to think or feel anything as he made away with the mortals who attacked him only for him to rip them apart.

zajawa · February 24th, 15, 05:42 PM

Rick observed or listened to it really amused. And actually glad. Even if that man took his ball and changed his body here and there.. he still was here. Saving him. Rick almost felt like crying when he saw at last the bloodied figure stepping inside the room he was held in.
"Vincent", he whispered, still trembling slightly.
If he would have enough blood he would get really excited at the sight before his eyes.

TimetoDuel95 · February 24th, 15, 05:53 PM

Vincent remained silent as he made his way over to Rick only to gather the smaller male into his arms, his bloodied form wrapping around Rick without him even thinking that he was getting Rick dirty pretty much everywhere with blood. He probably looked like an animal. He was covered in blood and bits of human flesh and even organs. He could've lost this man, his creation, had Rick not called out to him. This stubborn, sometimes arrogant being called out to him. "Rick..." Vincent mumbled. "Call my name again."

zajawa · February 24th, 15, 06:00 PM

Rick hid his face into other's chest and sighed. It felt so good to be held in those arms.
"Vincent... I'm sorry for running away", he said softly and then looked up. "They cut off my fingers... I want to touch you though... Why are you making me feel like that? I'm lost.."
It was merely a whisper but he wanted to make love to the other male right then and there.

TimetoDuel95 · February 25th, 15, 12:57 AM

Vincent took one of Rick's hands and pressed it to his cheek, not caring that he couldn't feel Rick's fingers against his flesh. "I'm not making you feel anything...I told you...it's the bond that we share." he replied softly, then he leaned in and kissed Rick's lips deeply. "Let me get you home."

zajawa · February 25th, 15, 12:26 PM

Rick hissed in pain when his hurt hand was pressed to other's cheek. Before he was able to protest he was shut up with a kiss. Nodding his head softly he felt his stomach clenching just thinking about going home.

TimetoDuel95 · February 25th, 15, 12:31 PM

It seemed to only take them a few short moments to get from where Rick had been taken back to the empty apartment. Something felt different in Vincent. He wasn't angry at Rick for leaving, he didn't feel like he had lost his sanity or control over hinself. All he kept thinking about was getting Rick home. For whatever reason, it was an unspoken desire that kept nagging at him. When he finally did get Rick back inside the apartment, he immediately laid Rick down on the floor by the couch and hovered over him, staring at him with eyes that were full of a need to do it with Rick again. He didn't know why. Rick just had his fingers taken off and they were both bloody, so why was he thinking about such a thing?

zajawa · February 25th, 15, 12:39 PM

When he was laid down on the floor Rick looked at Vincent and the smirked, shaking his head.
"No fuckin' way. My hands are killing me and I'm hungry. Do something about it and we can do what you want", he said softly, without even an ounce of anger in his tone of voice.

TimetoDuel95 · February 25th, 15, 12:51 PM

Vincent blinked at the response he received, then chuckled softly. He wasn't disappointed, actually glad that one of them had a clear head. He moved off of Rick and over to the fridge where he pulled a blood bag out and he poked a straw into it as he made his way back over to Rick, kneeling down to hold it near Rick's face since he couldn't hold it without struggling.