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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 21, 2007 16:08:39 GMT -5
Cameron hit the wall with a tremendous amount of force and if it had been Cameron, he would have let go. But the demons were operating out of just a human ability, they had some sort of supernatural strength and abilities that humans could never match. Cameron held on to Adele's neck, still underneath her, still trying to choke her. The thing about most demons was that when they felt their host was about to die, they usually left them to go into another as to sustain their life. It couldn't go into Cameron, he had demons there that wouldn't permit it. So, where it would go would be interesting to find out. Then Cameron heard his marines coming......d**n.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 16:40:53 GMT -5
With her air being restricted, and the effect of the silver bullets sinking in and spreading, Adele's body was wearing out. The demon had used her to the last of her energy. Luckily for this demon, a squad of U.S. marines came around the corner and down the hallway toward the two struggling beings. Exiting Adele, the demon high-tailed it to the closest soldier of the group, entering and possessing this new Human host. As the demon left her, Adele fell out of her Lycan form and returned to her Human skin, lying naked and unconscious due to lack of oxygen, in between the U.S. Seal's choke hold. The two silver shots in her chest bled out, and the color of her skin around those shots was tinted gray.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 21, 2007 22:33:30 GMT -5
Adele’s werewolf body molded from the massive fury creature into the skinny and light woman, now naked and unconscious in Cameron tight grip. His grip did get tighter because he neck got smaller. Once Cameron saw the demon had left Adele he let Adele go and turned and looked at his men. They were confused, as if they didn’t know what they had just seen. It didn’t matter because Cameron picked up his m4 and before they could do much of anything they were gunned down. One fired a shot at Cameron, that one presumably the demon, but after several shots from Cameron’s gun, he was killed. Where the demon went after that, Cameron couldn’t say. It probably rematerialized somewhere else. The demons in Cameron had their fun. They could have done what they wished with Adele now, but she was bleeding and dying, so it wouldn’t last long. They would take her when she was healthy. They let Cameron have control. Cameron, as soon as he had control, he knelt down beside Adele and took out his bandages, putting them over her wounds, trying to bring her back to consciousness.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 22, 2007 2:16:34 GMT -5
Everything that had just happened, the demon taking over her body and attacking Cameron, the U.S. Seal’s own sudden demonic takeover, the group of marines being shot down, was fuzzy and dreamlike to Adele. She did not know what had actually happened and what had just been a fabrication of her imagination; but it all somehow seemed painfully real. She reentered consciousness as if she’d just resurfaced from a deep-sea dive, gasping for air, and then coughing as it readily filled her lungs. The Lycan body, and the Human form it often inhabited, was a durable facility, able to withstand great amounts of tension and abuse with remarkable stamina. Over the centuries, it had evolved and adapted to its harsh environment in war, providing the Lycanthrope practitioner with a quickened healing cycle. Strong and fast, the Lycan body could easily work and fight past attacks dealt upon it from a variety of weapons and substances. But there was one metal that remained the Werewolf’s deadly bane throughout the centuries of its existence; one metal that the Lycan’s skin immediately recognized upon even the slightest touch. Some said that the injuring effects of this metal in its very purest form, and even the in its less pure alloys when used on a recently bitten Lycan, could be felt even without physical contact being made. That is, if a pure form of the metal was held over or nearby a Lycan’s skin without actually touching it, the Lycan would still be able to feel its harmful effects. The skin and bodies of Lycans had learned very early on one painful truth: that silver was evil. Avoid silver at all costs. Although the skin reacted immediately when pierced or touched with silver, the Lycan’s system had a very difficult time rejecting the substance and trying to push it out of the injury; unlike when it was pierced with bullets of iron or steel alloys. That was part of the reason silver was so deadly to the shape-shifters. Right away, Adele was all too aware of the deep burning in her chest. She was sure that she’d felt this a couple of times before, but that really didn’t make the situation or sensation any better. A thick blur clouded her vision, and she couldn’t be sure if it was because tears lined her eyes, or if her eyes weren’t all the way open, or if it was some other witchery. There didn’t seem to be any time for thinking, though, just feeling, and even her actions occurred without too much thinking through. Adele clawed violently and frantically at her chest with both hands, through the bandages Cameron had applied, trying desperately to rip at the wounds and dig out the silver bullets imbedded within her. Whether this action was actually causing more harm than good, Adele did not know, nor did she really care; it felt good. And she needed to get those bullets out, now.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 22, 2007 7:43:29 GMT -5
Cameron was not doctor and he wasn’t a surgeon, but he knew that ripping and clawing at an open wound was a really bad idea. Cameron couldn’t do much except tale Adele’s arms and put them over her head, “Calm down, it won’t help.” Cameron said urgently. He wondered why she was clawing at her wounds, but then it came to him. Silver, she was allergic to silver and there were two bullets in her chest. Cameron looked at the wounds, moving the remnants of the bandages away from the bullet holes. Cameron had his own first aid kit for when he was on the field. This way he could fix himself up in he was injured in battle. However, he could help anyone else he needed to. He took a pair of tweezers from his pack and then looked at Adele, “Be very still.” Cameron asked and then went about doing his job. He moved the tweezers into her wounds, grabbing a hold of the silver bullet rounds. He then slowly pulled each one of them out and tossed them aside. He then took out a small vial of anti-bacterial medicine and dabbed it onto some gauze and whipped her wound before properly bandaging it. Once he was finished, he leaned back on his hands and took a deep breath.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 22, 2007 16:23:12 GMT -5
Adele listened to the marine, and remained very still on the ground, clenching her fists, and pinching her eyes shut as he brought the light over to see better in the pitch black hallway. The Human picking at her open wound was an absolutely retched feeling, but she gritted her teeth through it, and dared not move at all. After he’d finished bandaging her, Adele remained motionless, only curling her legs up and laying them to one side. She was silent and kept her eyes shut, not particularly wishing to take a look around, just lying on the ground of the steel hallway. She smelled blood; it was a very powerful odor, and it wasn’t just her own blood that she smelled. The foreboding thickness of the air that had been tormenting Adele earlier had somewhat left, but it was replaced by the ache of her chest, and the warm, undeniable presence of spilled blood. And, wait a minute… she was lying here naked. The beating of her heart seemed to stop, and if her face wasn’t already pale, any color still present promptly left to make it so. Her eyes opened quickly and she turned her head slightly, looking for where she had dropped her hoodie. It seemed so far away from her, and she pouted silently, not wanting to move, but needing to be clothed. As much as she detested the thought, she thought it best to wait a few moments before sitting up, and she took a chance at looking up at Cameron. The Navy Seal appeared to be himself; he looked as he had when they’d met, although perhaps a bit more ruffled and fatigued. But he didn’t give off any vibe of having hidden strength or demons living within him, although his normal appearance by itself suggested that he was a strong man. But what Adele thought she had witnessed while being possessed was… incredible. It must have just been in her mind; he hadn’t gotten any other strength other than what he was already capable of doing, he’d just been successfully defending himself… against a demon-possessed Lycan. “…I’m sorry…” she whispered, looking away from the marine. And she was, too; which was strange for the teenaged girl. But what was she sorry for? The events that had unfolded had not been her fault. Adele had just wanted one last look at her old home, she’d had no idea there would be military here. And certainly no clue that a demon had been harboring in the Den’s basement, when the hell had it gotten there? Perhaps she was sorry for the way things had gone. She worried that this marine would think the worst of her and Lycan-kind now, and was surprised that he had removed the silver shells from her wound and bandaged it. Either way, she did not feel that her actions, whether controlled or not, had provided a very good impression of the Werewolf race for this Human. And her outlook on the future was not very bright.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 23, 2007 16:11:06 GMT -5
Cameron moved back over to Adele. For him he didn’t even notice that she was naked. Personally, to him, it didn’t really matter. Cameron was a person that, when in the heat of the moment, when in combat, when in any situation when something important needed to be done, there were no distractions. He shook his head when she said he was sorry, “Its alright, just rest.” He whispered comfortingly, “I am going to check on my men.” Cameron said and then rose up and walked over to the marines that were sprawled all over the ground. Cameron looked back and forth and checked each one of their pulses. However, he found every one of them to be dead. Cameron sighed and shook his head. They were good men and didn’t deserve to die that way. Cameron stood back up and took a deep breath before he walked over to Adele, “Are alright? Will you be able to heal now that the silver is gone?” Cameron asked calmly and then finally he realized that she didn’t have any clothes on. Before she answered he placed his index finger up, telling her to wait one moment. He moved over her and went over, reaching her hoody. He took it in his hands and brought it over to her, laying it on top of her body so that it covered most of her.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 24, 2007 3:46:34 GMT -5
She closed her eyes when Cameron stood to see the condition of his marines. He was being so nice; Adele wasn’t quite sure how to take it. Growing up, she had not witnessed very many benevolent acts, but since she’d become a Lycan and traveled there had been a couple of such instances. Maybe it really was just Würzburg that sucked. Pushing that away, she prayed for sleep. But in the darkness under her eyelids the form of that demon taunted her. That had been like nothing she’d ever witnessed before; and she probably could have gone the rest of her life perfectly fine without have gone through that. But it had happened. She opened her eyes to the hallway, and tried to focus on making the pain go away. D*mn. Szandor had given her some of the ointment he’d used after she’d been shot the first time, and told her to always have some with her. But she was not carrying it. Oh well, she would probably be fine. Maybe she would eventually become immune to silver since she’d been in so much contact with it. Adele laughed aloud a bit at that thought; but it hurt to laugh and it really wasn’t that funny anyway. She nodded after the marine had placed her hoodie over her, “I’m o.k.” It wasn’t the best feeling in the world, but she wasn’t one to complain of pain, and she was still alive, wasn’t she? Her voice did not come out very loud, but she had to know, “Why did you kill your comrades, but not me?”
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 24, 2007 7:13:36 GMT -5
Cameron ran his hands over his face and up through his hair as he took in a deep breathes and let out a sigh. Cameron didn’t really want to answer that question because it was quite difficult to answer and Cameron didn’t have the capacity, not now after what had just happened. Then he still couldn’t figure it out himself. Either way he knelt back down and put his hand on his shoulder, “It’s a long story, and you need some rest.”Cameron said and picked her up in his arms, cradling her, as he walked over down the hall. He negotiated his way through the bodies of his soldiers. It took him a few moments to find the stairs leading back up into the first level of the building. He climbed the stairs, still carrying her, with no problem at all, reaching the top. He looked down at her, “Are there bedrooms here?” Cameron asked softly, looking from left to right.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 24, 2007 11:05:28 GMT -5
“There used to be…” She looked out at the ruins from her position. From the outside it did look like one corner of the house had been hit less than the others. There had to have been a room or two that survived. But where was that corner from here? “Right… and another right.” On the first floor of the Den, the bedrooms were located down the second main hallway, toward the back of the building. The stairs they’d just ascended were set in between the two main hallways. Adele was not too fond of being carried, but in the current situation there wasn’t much she could do about that. She wasn’t usually such a d.i.d. (damsel in distress), honestly. But the soldier was strong. And as much as he might have had a reason to, it did not feel like the Human would drop her. She made a conscious effort to try and relax, to help the healing process, and rested her head on the marine’s chest. But the contact made her a bit apprehensive, and seeing more of the destruction of the Den did not help to comfort the young woman.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 24, 2007 22:25:57 GMT -5
Cameron listened to Adele as she directed him to where the bedrooms were located. He nodded and began to walk to where she had told them, finding the hallway and walking down it. There was a room to his left and there were two bunk beds in it. Cameron moved into the room walking to the bed on the left. He smiled down reassuringly and put Adele onto the bed. He tried his hardest not to touch anywhere that she she would find offensive, but underneath the hoody, her body was naked and some things couldn't be helped. He set her down and then drew the covers up over her, covering her body fully. "Get some rest, i will stand guard." Cameron said calmly and went over to the other bed and sat down, watching Adele and the door.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 25, 2007 4:19:41 GMT -5
Dust and debris littered the entire room, but it was still intact. As the night wore on, the moon’s rays shone through the broken window, casting an eerie silver light to the room. The effect was very haunting. And as Adele was placed into the bed with the covers pulled up over her, she couldn’t help but feel that this was where one of her kin had slept and she was invading their territory. She was grateful to the U.S. Seal that he’d covered her body, and yet the gritty blankets hugged her malevolently as if they had a life of their own, reminding her that this bed belonged to someone else. For a good moment, Adele lay there, eyes wide open, staring up at the decaying ceiling and occasionally over at the soldier. She felt strange with him watching over her like this; although she supposed she always felt weird around people she didn’t know. And she wondered what he would do now. Had that been his entire team of men down there? Adele couldn’t tell, but either way she imagined he would be in deep trouble. Other thoughts entered her head, and she silently chanted for a time a stupid incantation that had come out of nowhere. Pain, pain, go away. I’ll kick your ass another day. After a while, her eyes shut and she didn’t even notice. Her body was physically exhausted, but her mind kept racing. And she fell into a busy sleep where her thoughts played out in slow, exaggerated motions, dark figures taunting and clawing at her face and choking her. Lesser, petty demons that Adele had conjured up before for rituals came back, their faces distorted and their bodies turned, mocking her and hailing other darker images. They had been nothing like the thing that had taken over her in the basement, or even what she thought she’d witnessed in the marine. And those demonic presences prevailed in her dreams for an uncomfortable sleep.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 27, 2007 22:42:46 GMT -5
Cameron watched Adele as she slept. Not in a stalker way, but just in a way so that he could protect her, so that he felt that he was doing something for her. However, the night had taken his tole on Cameron's body. He was sitting on the edge of the bed adjacent to Adele. However, his head eventually laid on the pillow and once that happened he fell into a sleep. He slept until about an hour before dawn. He woke before Adele and with a start. He sat straight up and looked over at Adele who was still resting. He went over to her and looked at her, pressing his hand lightly against her neck to check her pulse. It was steady. She was going to be fine. Cameron then turned around and walked back over to his bed and watched her and watched the door, waiting for her to wake up.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 29, 2007 6:04:54 GMT -5
Cold sweat coated her body in a thin layer of discomfort, and Adele’s eyes shot open. She jerked violently, and woke suddenly. A splitting line of pain shot through her head, like she’d been woken with a crack upside the skull by a two-by-four. And the effect still rattled hatefully in her ears. She turned quickly in the old bed and brought a hand up out of instinct to ward off any attacks, but soon remembered her location. The hand rested along one of her temples, but Adele did not move for a moment, trying to silently assess the situation she was in. The wounds in her chest had healed significantly, and were now only minor irritations; in no way a threat to her life. Over the night, she had entrusted herself into the care and mercy of an American military man, who remained still in the room with her. And before that, she’d become possessed. No, she really didn’t want to think about that. Lying there for another minute or so, Adele wished silently that the marine had fallen asleep, but as she hid her arm underneath the blankets once again she saw that he was still awake. She fumbled with her hoodie under the covers for a moment before zipping it up, and shifting in the bed to scoot up into a sitting position. In the broken window, early rays of sun entered, slowly giving the torn-up room a faint golden glow. Adele sat up, and leaned back against the cross boards at the head of the bunk bed, resting her head on one of the decaying planks. She crossed her arms uncomfortably over her chest and looked over at the United States’ Seal, “Who are you?”
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Oct 29, 2007 23:32:30 GMT -5
Cameron looked over at Adele when he saw her moving again. He watched as she sat up and he straightened himself so that he was looking at her. He smiled a bit as she asked him who he was. That was an interesting question. He took his time before he answered it because he sort of wanted to word it properly. “I…am a slayer of sorts.” Cameron said calmly and then continued after a short pause, “I lead the Resistance. Maybe you have heard of it, but we are the main force that fights against the vampires. Either way, I am the top dog you could say. I have killed the most and I have been engaged in the most battles and was the first human to actually figure all of this stuff out before the White House incident. I was there as well. I shot the president and got a good chance at Victor. However, from what I gather, Alena failed to kill him, so I am going to have to figure out a way to get her out of the prison she is currently in because it is sort of my fault she was there. Well, not entirely because she did volunteer. In any case, I am a slayer, I fight both sides when need be and be as effective as I have to be to get the job done.” Cameron concluded.
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