[For Danica]

[asher_talos]

Asher's patience was thinning. He stood on the dock, facing the boat and waiting for Onyx to jump down out of it. Going from steady ground to the boat was never any trouble for the dog, but disembark from it was always a completely different story. It was embarrassing, Onyx whimpering and whining, preparing to make a leap for it only to have the

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[vvdanicavv]

Once Danica had started running it was hard to stop, not before she'd reached somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't in the fucking forest. When she finally broke free from the trees and the bushes, it was onto an unfamiliar strip of sand, nothing to hear but the sound of the sea and her own laboured breaths. She made a decision between left and right and stuck to it, following the coast around knowing that at some point she'd end up where she'd started from that evening.

The grip on her arm was so tight that when she went to remove her hand, skin stuck to wound, a stomach-churning squelching noise as she peeled her palm away. Both arms were streaked with red, fresh drops of blood slowly rolling down wrists and knuckles to fingers, onto already drying patches on gun and camcorder. The pain from the gouges was constant but it kept her mind focussed. She wiped at her eyes with the back of a hand and pushed her hair off her forehead, gritting her teeth against her anger. Her dress across the front was torn. Fucking ruined. And she'd been

[asher_talos]

Onyx sprinted ahead excitedly, well before hearing the voice belonging to the figure and slowing slightly upon the approach.

Asher couldn't see too far ahead, but with that voice and that fucking name, he didn't need to see to know who it was. Between searching the guy out at parties and now being mistaken for him, Lew Ashby wasn't gaining any popularity points with Asher, even if his sister felt differently. "Not Lew."

[vvdanicavv]

As soon as she spotted Onyx, Danica knew her mistake and she couldn't have been more fucking thrilled to have been wrong about something if she tried.

Her skin was bone white and she shook all over, stumbling a little over the uneven, sandy ground. Onyx started making a racket around her feet, barking up at her, and though she was weakened through shock or bloodloss, or a combination of both, she struggled to compose herself before calling out her brother's name. The undeniable hint of rage simmered beneath the surface of her strained voice.

[asher_talos]

His stride switched to a jog when it became apparent that Danica's slight unsteadiness on her feet wasn't due to his sister's usual stubbornness and refusal to wear anything but heels despite all the sand around. When he was close enough to see the damage, he nearly stopped in his tracks, knowing it would only look worse the closer he got.

He was afraid to touch her, possibly hurting any further, but wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her balanced while trying to avoid her arm where most of the damage seemed to be. "Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck happened to you?!" She looked as though she'd taken a few trips through a paper shredder of all fucking things.

[sexualtourettes]

Coop was still in the dark regarding exactly what the hell had happened, but he'd done his job. It took some doing but she'd been stabilized and patched up to the very best of his abilities with what he had to work with. The pain and eventual scarring aside, she was going to be fine. Whether it was some sort of animal attack or something else, she was just lucky not to have bled out before the pair had made it to the clinic

[vvdanicavv]

Danica's idea of invincibility didn't include trips to the clinic and yet here she was, her second time in the past six months. Her belief in her own immortality might have taken a temporary blow but it would be back to full strength as soon as she was out of there.

Her annoyance at hearing Asher was enough to drag her eyes open. Since he was in her line of vision she fixed them on the doctor for a long, hard moment before looking away. "Why the fuck are you still here?" She'd told him what to do, hadn't she? Was it too much to ask for a brother to murder a guy for his sister? Not in Danica's world.

[sexualtourettes]

After an awkward moment of glaring, Asher was on his feet, grabbing his bloodied jacket from the back of the chair. "I'm not," he said quietly, voice sounding distant and detached. He hesitated a moment longer at the door before finally heading out.

Tension, meet knife.

Coop breathed a bit easier once he was gone; it was always easier to work when the family members weren't breathing down his neck. That went double for family members with fangs. "You lost a lot of blood. He sort of had to stick around to donate. Do you remember what happened?"

[vvdanicavv]

Danica rolled her eyes when she spotted the cannula in her arm; she'd had more shit stuck into her body in the past year than she'd had in the last five hundred. If the doctor was trying to guilt trip her for not being all flowers and rainbows with her brother just now, then he'd die of old age before he succeeded.

"I'm wounded, not senile," she snapped, struggling to sit up. When she reached to take out the cannula with her other hand, her arm screamed blue murder at her as it moved, a multitude of curses immediately leaving her mouth, at least half of them aimed at him. She let out a growl of frustration, outrage, the end of it turning into her demand. "Get it out."