Remind him to personally stake Saint Germaine at a later point. It didn't matter if the man was or wasn't a vampire. Trevor had enough of the magic and shite that surrounded the alchemist. He had enough of dealing with the fall out of Dracula, his war, his curse.
Trevor turned as fast as he could on his heel to face her. His whipless hand reached out to snag onto her wrist. Why was he sticking his neck out to save a vampire? One that was part of Carmilla's court no less. One that most likely had helped construct the strategies the woman had used to plow over the neighboring lands. Well... he had no good reason at least. Just the instinct to save something that called out to him.
How many people called out to him for help?
His hand curled around her wrist at the last second. At first he thought he had managed to pull her back, but then he realized he was pulled in himself. The whip snapped out to try and grab onto something - anything - but to no avail. He was left falling down with her as well.
The thud, for him, was far less graceful.
The air escaped his lungs with a pathetic gasp. Blood found its way out in front of him from the impact and an ever increasing set of injuries his body had sustained with fight after fight of night creatures alike. His blurry gaze moved over to Lenore to make sure his hand still was attached to her wrist.
Then, everything became one mess of blurred colors before nothing.
this is A TIME AND A PLACE LENORE
Remind him to personally stake Saint Germaine at a later point. It didn't matter if the man was or wasn't a vampire. Trevor had enough of the magic and shite that surrounded the alchemist. He had enough of dealing with the fall out of Dracula, his war, his curse.
Trevor turned as fast as he could on his heel to face her. His whipless hand reached out to snag onto her wrist. Why was he sticking his neck out to save a vampire? One that was part of Carmilla's court no less. One that most likely had helped construct the strategies the woman had used to plow over the neighboring lands. Well... he had no good reason at least. Just the instinct to save something that called out to him.
How many people called out to him for help?
His hand curled around her wrist at the last second. At first he thought he had managed to pull her back, but then he realized he was pulled in himself. The whip snapped out to try and grab onto something - anything - but to no avail. He was left falling down with her as well.
The thud, for him, was far less graceful.
The air escaped his lungs with a pathetic gasp. Blood found its way out in front of him from the impact and an ever increasing set of injuries his body had sustained with fight after fight of night creatures alike. His blurry gaze moved over to Lenore to make sure his hand still was attached to her wrist.
Then, everything became one mess of blurred colors before nothing.