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fandomtownies2014-03-28 08:07 pm
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-03-28 08:07 pm
A Quiet Side Street, Friday Evening
There were very, very few things that could get Sparkle to leave the safety of the dorms right now. Very, very few. There were freaking dinosaurs out there. Dinosaurs and harpies and he could swear he saw a pack of freaking zombie Vikings shamble by through his dorm window this morning, chasing a mummy off their turf.
Except that Amelia had taken off on him, angry that he wouldn't let her out to fight monsters all on her own, because sure, that was what all little kids with guns did when monsters started tearing the island apart, right? And when she hadn't come home on night number one, he'd figured maybe she made her way back to the warehouses. He'd even managed to get that far yesterday, only to come across lava and then get chased back to the dorms by an angry bear. Today he'd tried again, more carefully this time, and had managed to scour most of what was left of town.
He hadn't seen the radscorpion just hanging out in the shadows of the alleyway until it had its stinger buried deep in his chest. It had hurt. It had hurt a lot. It was almost funny, really, when he thought about it. All of this for some kid he barely knew, and he wasn't even going to figure out where she had hidden herself. Because she had to be okay. She had--
-- There was blood coming from his nose. That only lasted for a moment, really, before his body healed it up again, good as new. What was a little more pressing was the freakish creature's stinger, just barely missing his heart. Sparkle snarled at the scorpion, gameface on, and punched at the tail once, twice, until it broke free, and then ripped the wicked bladed thing free from his chest, burying the point of it in the scorpion's head.
"I'm going to have to replace that shirt, asshole," he growled, and gave it a swift kick for good measure as the animal died at his feet. "And if any of your friends have so much as touched Amelia, I'll do the same to them, too."
[OOC: Open! Sparkle is now from an AU where all the changes that happened to people in the dungeon BDE were permanent! So, vampire. Sparklepire, if you will.]
Except that Amelia had taken off on him, angry that he wouldn't let her out to fight monsters all on her own, because sure, that was what all little kids with guns did when monsters started tearing the island apart, right? And when she hadn't come home on night number one, he'd figured maybe she made her way back to the warehouses. He'd even managed to get that far yesterday, only to come across lava and then get chased back to the dorms by an angry bear. Today he'd tried again, more carefully this time, and had managed to scour most of what was left of town.
He hadn't seen the radscorpion just hanging out in the shadows of the alleyway until it had its stinger buried deep in his chest. It had hurt. It had hurt a lot. It was almost funny, really, when he thought about it. All of this for some kid he barely knew, and he wasn't even going to figure out where she had hidden herself. Because she had to be okay. She had--
-- There was blood coming from his nose. That only lasted for a moment, really, before his body healed it up again, good as new. What was a little more pressing was the freakish creature's stinger, just barely missing his heart. Sparkle snarled at the scorpion, gameface on, and punched at the tail once, twice, until it broke free, and then ripped the wicked bladed thing free from his chest, burying the point of it in the scorpion's head.
"I'm going to have to replace that shirt, asshole," he growled, and gave it a swift kick for good measure as the animal died at his feet. "And if any of your friends have so much as touched Amelia, I'll do the same to them, too."
[OOC: Open! Sparkle is now from an AU where all the changes that happened to people in the dungeon BDE were permanent! So, vampire. Sparklepire, if you will.]
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She was filthy, her pretty pink tutu bloody and splattered with dirt and gore. Her socks and shoes hadn't fared any better, and neither had her hair and face. Her blue eyes were ice hard, though, and while she was bruised and limped when she walked (she'd twisted her ankle earlier that day), she was in excellent condition for a seven year old who'd been living outside for the last few days.
Survival had been something she'd been good at back as a slums kids. She'd gotten even better at it, living on her own, after Daddy and Elena had left and she'd woken up in Midgar's ruin. She hadn't had a choice.
Now, on the streets of Fandom, she had even less of a choice, and fewer options. Every day, new scary things were showing up, and there was burning hot stuff where the warehouse had been and a lot of the buildings were different and scarier and the monsters were harder and harder to kill.
(Amelia did not like the statue things, the ones with wings. She'd been caught three times by them, and always ended up in the strangest places after.)
A few streets over from where Sparkle was, she stared down a dinosaur that had cornered her, one about six feet tall, and hardly dared to breathe. Some of them went away if you didn't move.
This one took a step forward, then another, and then Amelia was shooting at it, her aim terrifyingly accurate, as she started backing away.
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Bullets were rare.
Velociraptors, on the other hand, were rarer. Except, apparently, in this one particular alleyway. Sparkle rounded the corner as the dinosaur that Amelia had been shooting at dropped. But if there was one thing he'd learned from watching Jurassic Park...
The second raptor came at her from the side with a vicious scream, it's wicked hind-claw poised and ready, aiming to cleave her wide open. It didn't make it that far, however. Not with the way Sparkle's shoulder made solid impact with its side, sending it sprawling across the alleyway with a loud crack as its ribs made impact with a wall. It didn't have time to get up and retaliate, either. Sparkle had thrown himself on top of it, had his arm around the animal's head and was twisting, far faster than it could ever hope to move.
Raptors were fast. Vampires were far faster.
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And she didn't really want to be noticed.
She kept backing away, careful of her ankle, and glowing eyes huge as she looked for another monster that might come out of nowhere.
When she got to the corner, she'd give running a shot.
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"There are probably more," he cautioned, pulling himself to his feet and craning his head back, trying to hear. "At least, there always are in the movies. You okay, kiddo?"
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"Sparkle?" she said uncertainly, because her Sparkle couldn't do anything like... like... what he'd done.
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Little velociraptor humour, there, even while he listened intently for some sign that there might be more. Apparently their killing two of them had been enough to tip off the rest that this was not a meal worth dying for.
"Been worried sick, you know. Where've you been?"
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"Around," she said quietly. "You changed again."
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He took a few steps toward her, crouching down to take in the extend of the damage. Hell, he even did his best to keep from being threatening.
It was remarkable what a decent supply of Tru-Blood could do for a vampire's disposition, around here. He only gnawed occasionally on people who were wandering about. Generally ones that he figured were asking for it. And rarely with killing them in mind.
"Changed how?" He teased at his lip with his teeth, one fang catching for a moment as he nodded at her foot. "You hurt?"
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Because she was very, very good at survival.
"Before... before you weren't dangerous," Amelia said carefully. "You talked to Carla and wanted university, then you were angrier and didn't talk to her and didn't know the same things you did. Now you're... dangerous."
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He doubted that.
"Huh." Probably some island thing. He watched her for a moment before pulling himself to his feet again. "Is it bad I'm dangerous?"
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"Are you dangerous to me?"
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Very extremely, very immediately dangerous, in fact.
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"Thank you for saving me," Amelia said, since that seemed like a better thing to say. Not knowing made her feel uneasy, but the thought that he might not hurt more. "I didn't see it."
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That was, in fact, sort of the whole point. Prey was much easier to grab when it didn't know you were coming. Hell, if they hadn't been after the kid, he probably would have just let them be. Respect for his fellow apex predator, here.
"Girl, you are filthy. You about ready for some real food and a change of clothes or something?"
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It reminded her a bit of the way the people in the slums had talked, like the words were skating over things she didn't understand. Like the people in the slums, Amelia knew better than to pry.
"Back to the dorms?"
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Yes, that seemed like a brilliant plan. A+ Sparkle.
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And it would give her a chance to hug him, without seeming like she was. Amelia liked that.
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Amelias were not for eating. He'd fucked up once, hurt Sholeh bad, but that was all in the past. He'd been new at this, and half-starved. These days he really wasn't into killing people he couldn't justify killing, one way or another.
He liked to pretend that he could still be a decent person, vampirism notwithstanding. Even he wasn't completely convinced, but artificial blood at least made it easy to keep from fucking it up, even if playing nice was sort of like an amusing little hobby these days, meant to keep him sane.
"I've got clean clothes for both of us back at the dorms, and the showers usually run hotter at night when everyone is sleeping, have you noticed?"
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For support. Or, well, mostly because she wanted to. But that was a type of support too.
"If it gets too hot, though, it hurts."
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"Run it cold first and just slowly add more hot water, then," Sparkle suggested, slipping into casual conversation like it was nothing as he started running back toward the dorms, moving far faster than any normal human really had any business moving. "Burning isn't any fun."
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"Sorry I ran away."
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Mostly for her, he was sure.
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She was the world's teeniest badass, it was true.
"Can you read me a story once we're all settled in?"
Amelia would totally fall asleep two pages into that story, she was that tired.
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Like a totally normal little family unit. If normal family units involved vampires essentially keeping little kids like pets.
At least she'd be perfectly safe from him this way. He couldn't love her, he didn't have the soul for it. But he was fond of her. She was his good, fierce little girl. Woe betide anything that tried to hurt her, ever again.