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losthunter) wrote2015-03-30 05:36 pm
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Facing the Wicked Witch
After the rain let up, and Hunter was able to get home -- he spent the remainder of the evening reflecting on his current mood. He wasn't even able to finish any of the portraits that still needed some work, his mind clouded with thoughts at the Witch. And his father.
The thought of his father in the hospital was the one that bothered him the most. Especially since he had no information on how his father was faring -- thanks to the fact that he was denied access to the hospital room.
Come morning, his mind was made up. Hunter was going to talk to Kendra one last time and try to appeal to her somehow.
But he couldn't trust himself to meet her alone. And pulling out a phone number from the man he met last night -- Hunter picked up the phone. Then he called one William Kent.
The thought of his father in the hospital was the one that bothered him the most. Especially since he had no information on how his father was faring -- thanks to the fact that he was denied access to the hospital room.
Come morning, his mind was made up. Hunter was going to talk to Kendra one last time and try to appeal to her somehow.
But he couldn't trust himself to meet her alone. And pulling out a phone number from the man he met last night -- Hunter picked up the phone. Then he called one William Kent.
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"Like Ruby." Yah, that name isn't helpful right now.
"Try it." He is not sure what finished the thought. But he trusts Wil.
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If he targeted higher -- like his shoulder joint, then that would be the best highest point at the moment.
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The blood definitely tastes 'off' to Wil. LIke there is something to it. But whatever it is, the magical poison doesn't have a chance in his system considering the vampiric genes. It will be only a few minutes of drinking the blood too -- before the taste changes and it is normal human blood. If his eyes are open, he will also see the magical life drain out of the rose bush on Hunter's forearm as the blood is removed.
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But then the 'off' flavor is gone, and this... is so much better than cow's blood. Richer, fuller, bursting with energy. It's a struggle to pull himself away from it before he drinks too deeply.
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"There is no more pain..." He manages to whisper.
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"Um... there are a few beers in the fridge. If you want one." He doesn't want things to end weird either.
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He gets to the point of where the bandage is wrapped, but he needs to secure it -- when he realizes how hard that is with only one hand. "Could you... would you assist me for a moment?"
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"Is it... always like that for you?"
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"Thank you." It is the best way he can express his gratitude. Even if this made things uncomfortable, it is still an incredible gesture. And for a moment, he wants to place his other hand on Wil's shoulder. But he keeps it at his side.
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"But that didn't stop her before." Hunter mentions.
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