savetheearth | October 5th; An evening gone well.

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October 5th; An evening gone well.

Who: Arthur York & Emilia
What: Horror! Something bad happens as usual. A date goes terribly awry, apparently.
When: October 4th, evening.
Warnings: V for Violence.

A date out in the city. Arthur thought he had been doing pretty well. They didn't go see a movie or anything, but they did a few of the classic things--walking around and getting something to eat. Talking and loitering where ever it looked nice. Arthur was still on the fence about exuding confidence, but for the most part, one could say he was absolutely happy with himself.

The black-tinted, black sedan driving from down the street held a host of folks inside who seemed to disagree with that good mood.

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A proper date? When was the last time she even had one like this? Probably years. Unlike the last guy she dated, her date wasn't concerned with the family she was from, her wealth, just in her and making sure she had a good time.

It was safe to say she had enjoyed her date as much as he did. A shame about that black car barreling down the road.

The night was once again interrupted by the sound of gunfire...

The windows rolled down and Arthur felt himself want to run away. Instinct told him to run. Rage boiled in his stomach at that instant, fighting instinct and throwing himself in the way of the danger. He charged his body with magical energy, though it wasn't enough. The bullets hurled through the air didn't come out of the barrel of a gun. One man poised his arm out the window, firing a barrage of red, fiery bullets from his fingertips.

Arthur only had a moment to draw Excalibur, deflecting a great number of them before one struck his jugular, a fine mist of blood coming out of the side of his neck. Arthur fell back as the bullets ceased, Excalibur stabbing into the ground beside him. He stumbled, his hand coming up to his neck, uselessly trying to plug up the hole.

At that, the car stopped and several mafia members stepped out, some with firearms, some without.

From her perspective, it all happened so quickly, first the car coming up beside them, then Arthur was in front of her, shielding her from the barrage of bullets that proceeds to tear into him. With a scream of his name she tries to prop him up, tries to desperately stop the bleeding to no avail.

"Arthur!"

And this left her an easy target for their assailants... All she wanted to do was try to save him, even if it was a useless gesture. "No... Please..."

"What're you doin'...?" Arthur kept his hand over his neck tightly, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. He was getting colder and colder as the moments passed. The mafioso by the car were loading their guns, popping their knuckles and readying themselves to take down Emilia since she was fully aware of them. The second kill wouldn't be so easy as far as they knew.

He found himself smiling, because at the very least, he saved Emilia so she wouldn't go down right away like he did.

"...Kick their asses."

"I love you..." Her voice was soft, quiet, as she realized that there was nothing she could do for him. And with this realization, came grief and with the mafioso preparing to kill her came the rage.

She was beyond caring how she looked, tears streaming down her face, when the beserker rage took hold. She couldn't recall standing up, or even summoning Gungnir. The frenzied vampire stuck first, the spear of magical energy impaling and killing the closest goon in an instant. But with that first kill, a memory, an echo surfaced.

She remembered her past self killing what must have been her captors in a vengeful rage...

Seconds passed and Arthur felt his hearing fail. Emilia said something to him, but it was found among the hollow static that came to his brain. Some oxygen was still reaching him, but it had begun to falter. Parts of his body shut down one by one until everything went black. Behind it, there was one last fluttering light, which came in the form of a sheathe.

Excalibur's wind barrier vanished, the form of Avalon coating it. Arthur's hand rose, taking the handle of his sword, pulling himself up despite the fact that it should have been absolutely impossible. He breathed softly, his eyes beginning to gain focus.

"Emi," He whispered, his skin taking color once more. Slowly but surely, life was coming back to him as the sheathe lit up, an ethereal aura taking hold of it. "How am I..."

Anything Arthur happens to be doing goes completely unnoticed by the vampire, and during the time Avalon appeared and healed him, mafioso tried to fight back, shooting her several times, but they were unable to stop her from tearing the throat out of one of the two remaining goons.

The last collapsed to his knees and begged for mercy after witnessing how easily she killed the others, but Emilia was in no state of mind to listen.

Mafia goon or not, she was about to kill a surrendering enemy here...

She was about to kill him, but she was interrupted--not be Arthur stopping her, but by Arthur doing it, himself. With a flicker of his sword, Arthur stepped in and took the goon's head with a callous look on his face, having been too weak to stop them from hurting Emilia initially. He dropped his sword, turning to Emilia with a somber look, rushing over to her to see if she was alright.

Emi's eyes widened with surprise as a familiar sword decapitates the goon, snapping the vampire out of her rage... Whereupon she finally registers the pain wracking her body, causing her to whimper in pain and collapse to her knees. It was fortunate she can regenerate... Even if she was in a lot of pain.

"Arthur..."

Arthur fell to one knee, Excalibur sheathed into Avalon in a heartbeat. He didn't know a thing about how far Emilia's regeneration went, but he didn't even think to ask. He just knew how effective the sheathe's regeneration was--as it clearly brought him back from the point of no return. Shoving Avalon and Excalibur into Emilia's hands, he was certain the regeneration would save her. They better have.

If it didn't work, he hadn't been quite sure what he would have done next.

"Hold them," He tried his best to remain somber and serious, but Arthur's expression was marred by the fact that his face was soaked with tears.

Emilia is still very mortal, at this point she was moments away from death herself from bloodloss. She was certain she was about to die by the time Excalibur and Avalon was placed in her hands...

She did what she was asked, and in an instant, her regeneration was bolstered by it and her wounds healed, the bullets forced out of her body. "What...?"

"Fucks' sakes," It was all he could say in response. He didn't hug Emilia too tightly, but he did grip her as quickly as he could, hoping she really was alright. He heard people talking, the shuffling of feet and the beginnings of a crowd forming, but it was all static to him.

He stayed silent, wondering how lucky he must have been at that moment.

At that, the pulse of an echo struck him once more, a memory of tearing through ranks of soldiers with sickening ease. He cut down a whole field of men and in the end, those he was defending called him insane and a 'dragon' wearing the skin of a man. Someone who wasn't even remotely human.

Still, he smiled: "Right now, I'm glad I'm a monster."

Hanging around here is suddenly on the very lowest of her agenda after living through that, thinking that she'd lost Arthur, had him taken from her just like that. The crowd forming wasn't something she wanted to deal with.

"...No, not a monster." She looks around, getting to her feet and taking his hand. "Let's just leave this place, Arthur."

Edited 2014-10-11 04:13 (UTC)

"Right," Arthur left the rest of what he wanted to say hanging. He didn't want to move despite the fact that he absolutely could. Using his ability wouldn't hurt her, but part of him felt that she had been right on the brink of death and that doing anything he shouldn't have would ruin what protection he just handed to her.

Despite that, he trusted her when she stood up and he, without thinking--scooped Emilia into his arms. "Straight home."

In normal circumstances, she'd complain about being scooped up without warning like that, but to be honest, she can't bring herself to care. So, instead she simply loops her arms around his neck.

...If she wasn't covered in blood, and the street wasn't running red with freshly spilt blood, this might had looked romantic. "I... got a memory just now."

"Me too," At that, Arthur had no real inclination to describe it and based on Emilia's tone, he didn't think she wanted to, either. He crouched a moment before the two of them vanished--him spearing through the air like a comet, straight up to the rooftops above.

And away they go, right up to the rooftops before anything else could happen... He's right about one ting, though, she doesn't want to talk about her memory. Perhaps one day later, she'll tell him about it, but for now she just wants to go home.

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October 5th; An evening gone well.

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