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Number Twelve - Whimsy/ Reality
Ray doesn’t even see it happening. One moment he’s mid-Miranda, cuffs in his hand, the next he’s flat on his back, rictus-faced lunatic bearing down on him with bared fangs. He has time to think oh, shit before the guy’s knees impact with his abdomen and well over three-quarters of the world whites-out with pain and oxygen deprivation.
Any moment Ray’s expecting the first stabbing bite but, instead, he hears a hollow thock and then Fraser’s kneeling next to him face panicked, a wooden stake still in one hand, as gritty ash drifts down around them.
Vaguely, Ray is aware that Fraser’s asking him if he’s okay and yeah, Ray’s going to be fine as soon as him and oxygen get reacquainted. He’s just going to lie here until that happens. Lie here and think about how Fraser staked a vampire for him.
Ray doesn’t even see it happening. One moment he’s mid-Miranda, cuffs in his hand, the next he’s flat on his back, rictus-faced lunatic bearing down on him with bared fangs. He has time to think oh, shit before the guy’s knees impact with his abdomen and well over three-quarters of the world whites-out with pain and oxygen deprivation.
Any moment Ray’s expecting the first stabbing bite but, instead, he hears a hollow thock and then Fraser’s kneeling next to him face panicked, a wooden stake still in one hand, as gritty ash drifts down around them.
Vaguely, Ray is aware that Fraser’s asking him if he’s okay and yeah, Ray’s going to be fine as soon as him and oxygen get reacquainted. He’s just going to lie here until that happens. Lie here and think about how Fraser staked a vampire for him.