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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 7, 2012 16:40:08 GMT 1
A melodic laugh emitted from her as she was spun out onto the dance floor, a reaction that had been one hundred percent pure. There had been a few occasions where she had been out dancing but it involved waltzing and the tango, this was just for fun, no particular dance steps to follow or form simply going with the flow of the music. Her thoughts betrayed her yet again associating this place with Haven. Specifically dancing around in the front yard while her mother sang and neighbor plucked the strings of his old beat up guitar accompanied by the boy next door. They hadn’t been very good at that age, whimsical and often clashing with what they were doing, both skipping and prancing around without a care in the world for the mere sake of having a good time. She didn’t want to connect the two though.
Still, Maggie found that she was enjoying herself, which wasn’t something that she had anticipated. She had thought that it would all just be about her putting on that friendly face while internally cringing but that wasn’t the case at all. That bothered her more than if she would have had to force it. It wasn’t long before they were pausing, Margaret glancing past Billy Ray to Dakota. What was she supposed to say? Seeing the photograph of his wife and the similarity that they shared would obliging him send him deeper into his depression or give Koty the chance to snap out of it? More importantly which result was she hoping for, personally?
Her instincts didn’t give her any time to really think about it though, instead nodding to accept the invitation. She was handed over to Dakota and just as she had with Billy Ray, Maggie placed a hand in his and her other arm over his shoulder, her fingertips grazing against the back of his neck. Rising her gaze to meet his for whatever reason she may have had she had a need to make one thing abundantly clear to him. ”I’m not her.” It was short, but softly spoken to be as kind as possible. Margaret didn’t want to be a replacement for what he had lost because of the way that she looked. She didn’t want someone’s affections when they didn’t like her for the person she was or even know her. Maybe she was overstepping her boundaries but she felt like it had to be said. Clearing the air of any confusion there might have been. But, Maggie also didn’t know what his wife had been like so she couldn’t truly discredit other resemblances.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 9, 2012 8:18:48 GMT 1
Dakota was glad the woman had let Billy Ray hand her over to him. Her hand was soft and delicate in his strong working hand. He looked at it before closing his hand around it. He could feel her fingers on the back of his neck and wished for them to stay there for awhile. He was letting his body see that this was not 'her' and it was working. He began to feel that she was a different person altogether. Then she spoke.
"I'm not her."
For some reason this raised his hackles just a little. How dare she tell him that she was not 'her'? Of course she was not 'her'. Was he not just convincing that part of him that did not think with reason that she was someone completely different? Was he not just then feeling that she was someone unique, even if her resemblance was uncanny? He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, getting control of the overreactive feelings that vampires had. Vampires felt things 10 times more strongly than humans.
His temper ebbed, Dakota spoke softly in a controlled tone, "I'm not a fool." That should be sufficient to carry his message across to her that she had stated the obvious and was not telling him something that he didn't already know. But then, he didn't want her to think he was being a jerk about it and felt further explanation might be in order, "But there is a part of me that needed to be convinced. Thank you for obliging me." At that point, he could have turned her back over to Billy Ray but he didn't. He could not have explained why to anyone, not even himself but for now, he was going to dance with this woman.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 11, 2012 14:01:49 GMT 1
Her statement, the confirmation that, to her, seemed to have every reason to put out in the open, didn’t seem to go over too well with him. Maggie could feel him tense as well as the sense of anger rippling through him. She wasn’t sure if it had been brought on by her speaking out of turn or the subject that was spoken of. Either way Margaret put herself on guard for whatever Dakota might throw her way. One might have assumed that the friendly country boy nature these vampires had would have had it an impossibility for tempers to flare to a violent point with a woman but there was no guarantee and Maggie wasn’t about to leave herself completely vulnerable by ignoring the possibilities. Kind hearted or not vampires were instinctual creatures, far more intense than that of a human, and keeping their control wasn’t as easy.
No matter how much practice and poise Margaret had there wasn’t any avoidance of hiding her reaction. Maggie was on edge, her body tensed to limit the amount of damage that might be done if she had pushed him too far with that comment. There wasn’t much point in trying to run, even with her superior abilities to an average human he was faster, stronger, a number of other things that put Margaret in a tough spot. She was used to walking on eggshells though. That flash of anger came into his eyes but as Koty closed them and took a moment, the look faded away.
A moment of relief was entertained by her when he let his agitation pass, even going so far as to thank her. ”I didn’t mean to insinuate you a fool.” She held his gaze for a few beats before dropping her respectfully. Maggie would just have to be resigned to talking about his wife even in the vaguest of ways from now on unless Dakota brought it up. Her purpose here was simple. She was to do as she was told, serve her time and go on about whatever life she had previous to this. Was there any sense in getting to know them? Her father’s voice rang in her head though answering the internal question. Know the enemy. While the posse might not have been any specific target, they were still vampires. Maggie had to keep that in mind and had to honor her upbringing.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 14, 2012 8:14:27 GMT 1
Increase in heartrate, breath held, muscles tense...she thought he was going to hurt her. He got that reaction from humans a lot. What people didn't realize was that some people lived by a code. "Relax, I would never hurt you, Maggie." He said in a low, kind voice. "You're going to find that we, the posse, are not like other Vampires you may have met." he informed her flatly, "We live by a code. We are lawmen. We protect the innocent and punish the guilty. Usually the guilty are people who have hurt others." He gently gripped her hand a little more firmly so he could spin her out, then pulled her back against his chest. As he moved, the scent of burnt sandalwood made it presence known. "Pa would kill any of us who hurt a human. We don't feed without permission, we don't take what's not ours. That's stealing and stealing ain't right." he hoped he was getting through to her but way to many humans just wouldn't hear the words of reason. "We aren't monsters, Maggie. We didn't set out to be what we are...it just happened." He gracefully spun her again just before the music began to come to a close. "We're gonna take a break, y'all." his brother called into the microphone. A a slow instrumental piece began and Dakota decided he was not going to let go. He was going to give her an example of his softer side. Maybe she would believe that he was capable of gentle kindness that was genuine. He began to sing the words to the song. He got so caught up in the words that he never noticed that someone had clipped a minimic to his shirt in an invisible blur and a spotlight shown down on him and his dance partner. He danced slowly, staring into her eyes the whole time. When he came to the end of his song, he let go of her hand and lifted it to her cheek. He softly stroked her cheek with his thumb, "I would never hurt you Maggie." he whispered. Suddenly the crowd erupted in wild applause. If Koty could have blushed he would have. "Come on, I'll get you something to drink." he muttered.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 14, 2012 16:43:33 GMT 1
She knew that Dakota couldn’t possibly know the extent of what he was asking her to do. It was seemingly a simple request to relax but to do so, truly, would mean she needed to set aside everything that she had been taught. That wasn’t an easy thing to do and Maggie wasn’t sure that she was even capable of it. It was very rare that her emotions conflicted with her conviction. She could blindly hate because that was all that she knew but she wanted to be able to believe his words. Those dormant feelings that Maggie had spent a good portion of her life repressing under the impression that it would only cloud her judgment were rising to the surface. It was valid too; those feelings were threatening to cloud her judgment even now before she had let them take her over completely.
It came down to perspective. The things that she had done in her life, having killed both people and vampires, though not very many, with the belief that it was for some greater good, did that make her one of the guilty that they would see fit to punish? Or they themselves, in someone else’s opinion who might have loved whomever they might have exacted their justice on- did that in turn make them just as guilty a party? Her thoughts were sidetracked as she was pulled in close to him and able to inhale his intoxicating scent.
It was a relief to know that they were prohibited from hurting humans. Though if one tried to hurt them she was sure a whole other tune would be sung. That was understandable though. You protected the ones that you loved at all costs, or at least that was the way that it was supposed to be. Monsters were found in many forms and when you really thought about it that trait was in every single being, maybe it was laid dormant, but given the right set of circumstances it could always be called out. Koty could claim all he like but Maggie had a surprisingly broad sense of awareness, more so regarding others than herself. When it came to personal matters she tried her best to distance herself from it as though they didn’t exist. She wasn’t really supposed to consider herself in any manner except in being and doing what was necessary to get the job done. All she could do was nod her acknowledgment to Dakota, taking in what he said but, as per usual, keeping her opinions to herself.
She was surprised by the way she was reacting to him singing to her. Her mouth felt dry and there was a hot prickling behind her eyes that threatened to draw moisture in them. There was an urge to turn away from him so that he wouldn’t see or even sense how strangely it was affecting her. Margaret told herself that it was just a song, but with the way that he held her gaze and the tone in his voice it felt like he meant the words specifically for her. It stabbed at her heart like a hot fire poker, hooking in and tugging. She forced herself to be strong and keep her composure long enough for him to speak those words to her and the crowd stole her attention giving her a chance to blink back her tears. Settling back into herself, furious that she had felt like that, that she had allowed him to do that to her, Maggie steeled herself, or at least she thought she had. ”Don’t do that.” Her voice betrayed her, cracking softly with her plea.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 14, 2012 22:52:48 GMT 1
Dakota could tell by the woman’s increased heart rate and breathing that he had gotten to her. In what way he had gotten to her was a mystery still. He could try to glamour her and make her tell him her true feelings but he had promised his Pa that he wouldn’t do that to any human that didn’t want him to. Something about her, which had nothing to do with his late wife, made him want her, more than he ever wanted any woman. He couldn’t just take her and make her his, she was Billy’s slave. Even if Billy wasn’t a vampire, Dakota saw his claim as valid.
Dakota decided he would win her heart. If he could, he would simply ask Billy to release his claim to her and take her as his own. He could treat her right, keep her safe, give her a good life. But how to go about that was the question. He knew she was hiding something behind those beautiful eyes. There was a fire there that she was trying to keep banked. She had the potential to be dangerous, like a rattle snake asleep under the shade of an ironwood tree. Then her words gave him an idea. He could tell if he pushed it, she had the potential to crumble but that was not what he wanted. She had to want him. It was the rules because it was right.
“Don’t what?” he asked softly and lifted his hand again to stroke her cheek with his thumb, “This?” he asked softly and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Ok.”
His hand dropped to his side and he released her, “Won’t happen again.” He said flatly, “Until you ask me to”. He walked towards the bar nonchalantly, “Offer for a drink still stands.” He called back to her and winked at Billy.
“Scoundrel.” He heard Billy laugh as he stopped at the bar.
He hadn’t thought about a drink himself until the glass of blood was offered, he held up his hand and shook his head, “I’m swearing off the stuff, until I get permission from my woman.” He said with resolve.
“Who is your woman?” his brother asked him.
“I don’t know yet, but she’ll let me know when the time comes.” He pushed away from the bar, “Give the lady whatever she wants.” He said then looked at Maggie and tipped his hat, “Ma’am.” He stated in a bid of farewell and walked across the room to stand against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at the crowd and shaking the hands of those who came to greet him about his wonderful performance.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 15, 2012 4:44:43 GMT 1
Her insides were at war with her- so angry that he was worming his way in and yet the underlying feeling the she actually liked it. Maybe Maggie had been at this too long, was slipping from the stern beliefs that she had. She had been insinuated into their world for far too long and that was bound to have some blowbacks, it had to have some affect on her over all those years. But never had she imagined that one of them would be intimate feelings- or at least the start of them- for a vampire. Maggie didn’t even expect herself to live that much longer. She had a good run helping the resistance when and where she could but double lives always caught up with you. It had for her father who was twice as careful and skilled as she was so it was just a waiting game. Already things were being questioned about her, which was why she was here in the first place.
The sensation of his hand caressing her cheek had Margaret’s lips parting slightly to let out a pleasurable mew. Immediately she was embarrassed by it and even more agitated with Dakota for whatever power he had over her body. It was instinctual of course. It had to be because Maggie would never allow her mind to fuel those kinds of reactions toward him. The sound of his voice so soft near her ear had her quivering. Unwanted thoughts about Koty spiraled around in her mind making Margaret feel dizzy. What was she swooning? No, absolutely not. Or so she told herself. For a fraction of a second Maggie was about to reach out and implore him not to go but quickly nipped that forcing her hands down at her sides, fist clenched, nails digging into her palms.
She didn’t find any of it funny but there seemed to be an air of amusement between the brothers. Was she being played? Maggie felt like now she was being made the fool and it didn’t set well, not at all. Choices. Always with the choices. Would she play into the little game she allowed herself to think he was playing so that she didn’t have the face the truth? Or was resilience throughout it the best course of action? She needed more time to think about it. Moving over toward the bar to rejoin Billy Ray her gaze flickered over to Dakota and his dismissal of the blood. Getting permission from his woman? Well if he meant her she hoped he was prepared to starve. She felt spiteful toward him at that moment.
More than anything Margaret wanted to regain her bearings and the appeal of a drink to wash away whatever thoughts she might have had about Koty out with alcohol was the quickest way to do so. ”The lady wants whiskey.” Though she tired to keep the edge out of her voice it was still there, just barely, her lips taut from the smile that she forced. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin as though she wasn’t herself and it was accurate. Maggie wasn’t feeling like herself. He made her insides feel twisted, her gut tied in knots and adrenaline course through her veins- excited.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 15, 2012 10:54:19 GMT 1
Dakota saw the woman order her drink and watched as Billy Ray joined her. The look Billy Ray gave him shot daggers. He had obviously shaken the woman. Dakota didn't care, it was part of the plan. He saw something he wanted, after all this time, he finally wanted to let his heart beat again.
He tried to ignore the woman and all his brothers seemed to be amused by the situation. When you live that long, this kind of thing was interesting. Not one of them noticed the man in the hooded sweatshirt moving silently through the crowd. The crowd noticed him though, and moved out of his way as he made his way toward the nearest posse member, Dakota.
The man pushed his hood back, revealing a tight military haircut, unshaven face smudged slightly with dirt from the Undercity. His pockets were full of credits, half the pay he would get for killing one of the posse. Dakota didn't recognize him and thought him merely a fan coming to ask his autograph. He reached a hand out with a smile, "Howdy partner." he said in a friendly, jovial way.
It was unexpected and lightening fast as the wooden stake flew into Dakota's chest. Just as quickly the man ran. There was a moment of shock before all hell broke loose and Dakota sank to the ground, dark blood soaking his shirt. His hands gripped the stake and his eyes glazed over with incomprehension, he was confused as to what just happened. What had just happened? "What?" he whimpered and tried to focus on who was trying to help him sit up. "What?" he repeated. He could hear Lonnie's voice telling him to stay with him. His hands were pulled from the stake and held. Something was missing. "Where...?" he choked, "My ring...where." his eyes rolled and Lonnie slapped his cheek, "I'm wake."
He knew the concern was that he would go into the sleep of the dead, but his concern was dying without that ring on...
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 15, 2012 22:25:14 GMT 1
The drink was placed on the bar for her and as much as she might have wanted to keep her back to Koty she found herself turning to face him taking a gulp of the fiery liquor clearing her throat after it had gone down. It was strong and had the brief moment’s distraction that she had wanted. Though her gaze was fixated on Dakota her peripheral vision caught sight of the figure moving toward Koty, the familiar swagger of someone stalking their prey and the ominous vibe that came off the man. From what little she could see of his eyes hidden beneath the hood of his sweater there was violent intent flashing behind them. Her grip tightened around the glass.
She shrunk against the bar, eyes widening slightly at the sight of the man and understood his purpose the instant before the move was made. Margaret poised herself to rush forward, warn Dakota, but when that steely gaze turned upon Maggie recoiled. It all happened in an instant and before anyone knew it the deed had been done and a stake protruded from Dakota’s chest, the man was gone probably heading straight back to be debriefed and with that information, if she had been recognized, would be the knowledge that she was fraternizing- or so appearances would have suggested- with the posse. She watched him fall then turned toward the bar setting her glass down and sucked in a shaky breath.
His brothers would take care of it. But did she want them to or should she be cheering on the man’s escape with hopes he had done enough to carry out his mission? Who had hired the hit though? Maggie looked down at the bar trying to calm her mind but it wasn’t allowing her to quell it. Catching the mention of his ring Margaret was reminded of its where about and ran a finger delicately over it. Was she the merciless type to not even grant Dakota the momentum that he pleaded for before slipping away? She didn’t have much time to make a decision and let her instincts take over. Maggie weaved through the crowd going over next to Lonnie and kneeled at Dakota’s side.
She found herself searching his eyes while slowly sliding the ring off her finger. ”I have it.” Maggie couldn’t bring herself to look down at the stake or his blood soaked shirt, rather held his gaze intensely. Finding his hand Margaret guided it open and placed his ring back where it belonged.
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Post by Hoyt 'Stoney' Blackwell on Sept 16, 2012 13:13:42 GMT 1
"LOCK IT DOWN!"
"ALL VAMPIRE PATRONS TO THE DARK ROOMS!"
As the speakers exploded with alarm announcements and screams filled the air, Stoney flew out of his office. "What the hell is going on?? What happened?! Billy Ray?? Marcel??" he called as he ran through the hall into the club area. He would have liked to have run faster but there were too many humans running through the halls. He had to go in short spurts of speed between human speed jogs.
"Someone staked a posse!" a woman shrieked at him as she ran by. Panic filled his eyes as Stoney pushed his way through the crowd. He saw Billy Ray standing on the bar trying to see. "Matthew! Get him out of here, take him to the sub basement!" he shouted. He could hear Billy Ray protesting as he was dragged out but he continued on.
Stoney went to his knees as he reached Dakota. He pushed everyone's hands away, "Let me look! Let me look dadburn it!" he began to examine the wound.
"Pa?"
He heard Dakota whimper his name softly, "I'm here boy. I ain't gonna let you go." he assured him. He took his knife out and cut away the clothing. It was a shame to have that wooden stake embedded in that perfect torso like that. "It's a new stake, polished, no splinters. I think it nicked his heart." he mumbled. "Lonnie, get a blood slave." he commanded, "I need to pull this stake out, but not until he's got some blood in him.
Lonnie directed his attention to Maggie, "Got one right here."
Stoney looked at Maggie as if he just saw her for the first time. "Give him your wrist girl, what are you waiting for, can't you see he can go S.O.D. any second? That's my boy there, give him your wrist, please." he pleaded. "I'll compensate you, whatever you want as long as its legal." he offered. He hoped she didn't ask for freedom since that was not in his power...
He heard Dakota protest and was about to argue with him but he was closing his eyes. "No." he whispered..."Don't go to sleep! Dakota!" he shouted at him and gave him a sharp shake.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 16, 2012 13:37:29 GMT 1
Dakota felt pain like never before. He could feel something unsettling in his chest that was so much more than the stake. Just as he was going to open his heart to someone, he had a stake jammed into it. He reached for Maggie's hand and gripped it firmly but not so firmly that she could not pull it away. "Maggie." he turned his glazed over eyes in her direction, "Sorry...I was...jackass." he said between licking his lips and swallowing back the blood that was finding its way up his esophegus.
He turned his head when he heard Stoney's voice and felt his hand loose its grip on Maggie's. "Pa?" He wanted to know why he couldn't hold her hand and he knew Stoney would know how bad it was so he would know what he was facing.
When he heard Stoney asking Maggie to give him her wrist he shook his head. "No..." he choked out. "I promised...can't do blood." he shook his head again. "I want Mag...can't have...not blood." He could feel his mind trying to turn off and take him into sleep, but he fought it. He turned his gaze back on Maggie, "Never...without...permission." he stopped fighting the need to close his eyes. "So tired..." he murmured.
"Don't go to sleep! Dakota!" he felt someone shake him sharply.
"Tired..." he murmured.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 16, 2012 18:59:01 GMT 1
She could feel tears welling up again that hot prickling behind her eyes. But it was just because of the collective panicked emotions being so overwhelming, wasn’t it? Maggie was falsely resolved on the matter pretending that it was the case. She could muse on it later when there wasn’t so much at stake. The apology caught her off guard enough to be startled when the man from before, the father, came to Koty’s aid. The hall was emptying out quickly and suddenly she felt very exposed and vulnerable. Though the urge to protest when her hand was taken away did croak up she quickly repressed it understanding what the reason behind it had been for.
That deer caught in headlights moment was directed on her mere moments later with Lonnie fingering her as a blood slave. She knew what her purpose was here and even if Billy Ray had said they needed his permission it went without saying that he would give it to them. If Maggie refused and honored Dakota’s wish that her permission be given they would still resent her for the part that she played in him going into the sleep of death. Dakota was fading fast she didn’t have time to weigh the pros and cons of any decision that she might have made.
In between a rock and a hard place- stuck between helping him recover and being the reason he slipped. If not for that unwanted connection that had been working its way inside of her there wouldn’t have even been a moment’s hesitation on letting Dakota go. That was what she was raised to do and one less vampire was a good thing. There were still twenty-nine full days left and she would rather not spend them with the rest of the posse hating her laying the blame. She had to go with the option that kept her safer and that meant giving in to her resistance, going against what she had been raised to believe and saving Dakota. Maggie reached back over putting her wrist barely touching Dakota’s lips. ”You have my permission, drink.”
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 18, 2012 20:09:59 GMT 1
Dakota was not on his first rodeo. He could smell the fear coming off Maggie. He knew she was only doing it out of fear of retribution and he would not have it. That woman was his future wife; he knew that for certain, she just didn’t know it yet. No, he made a promise and he was going to keep it, even if it meant going SoD for a while. He knew if she refused, his father would just find another blood slave. But he promised himself he would not feed on anyone but his girl and not until she asked him to. This did not count.
Dakota clamped his jaw tight and shook his head. “Hm mm!” he grunted vehemently. He turned his head so he didn’t have to smell her. There was no way in hell he was feeding off of her. The only way they were going to get blood into him was to force it down his throat with a tube. He knew he was too weak to fight it but at least he will have kept his promise. This way, it was not her fault. This way, he did it to himself but he was not going to have her used that way. He smelled salty tears and a small rush of adrenaline helped him to open his eyes and look at her. He lifted a bloody hand to her cheek, through gritted teeth he murmured, “Don’t you cry.”
Dakota’s eyes drifted from her face to Stoney’s, “I can’t Pa…” he whimpered, “I promised.” He could hear someone rushing through the crowd of onlookers who had not run when all hell broke loose.
“Let me through!” someone was shouting, “Pa! I have a kit! We can infuse him!” He tried to focus on who it was and wrinkled his brow in confusion, “Didn’t…you already…” Dakota choked and coughed, “meet your word…quota today.” He asked then let his eyes close again.
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Post by jakeblackwell on Sept 18, 2012 20:56:31 GMT 1
The shit hit the fan in the hall in only a matter of moments. Jake sprung into action and helped people get the hell out of the way. His bother had taken a damned stake to the chest. How the hell did that get into the building was a good question for later.
He could hear Koty struggling, immediately turned tail and dashed behind the bar as fast as his boots could move. They kept a bag just for times when more then a feeding was needed. Once in hand, he swung about and made a bee-line for where the crowd was. “Let me through!” He barked making several jump. Jake hardly ever said a full sentence if he could avoid it. He could feel the shocked glances aimed at his back as he pushed past.
“Pa! I have a kit! We can infuse him!” Jake sank to his knees next to his Pa just about shoving the black bag into his hands so he could assist Koty. Of course he would refuse the girl, it wasn't in his brother to do things the easy way. The fear came off of her in waves almost and he wanted to rattle her. Didn't matter it wasn't her fault Koty was refusing to drink right from her. He just didn't want nothing to happen to Koty and knew somewhere in the back of his mind that his brother had good reason.
His attention snapped down to Koty as he spoke to him directly and he found himself half amused despite the grimness of the situation. As his bother pointed out him meeting his word quota he could only shrug and give him a brief smirk. "Guess not." was all he would tell him.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Sept 19, 2012 3:28:19 GMT 1
Though Margaret wasn’t afraid to die there was something to be said about self-preservation and like any reasonable living thing there was still that fight for survival in her that couldn’t be squelched. Having Dakota drink from her was the most reasonable option. She wasn’t afraid of the situation but rather anxious both for her own well-being and that, albeit reluctantly, of the man nearing the sleep of death on the floor. Why she was held even so much as an ounce of concern for him she didn’t want to know but it was there buzzing in the back of her mind as a constant reminder that something about him had been striking all the right chords.
She didn’t want to cry for him and was doing her best to push those emotions back but when Koty brought his hand to her cheek a tear rolled down it. Maggie had never felt so weak in her entire life and with the simplest, tender action Dakota brought her emotionally to her knees. He was being as stubborn as a mule not drinking from her though and on top of all the other conflicting feelings inside of her Dakota was adding that to the mix. That moment when you saw something that you wanted slipping from your fingertips and hoped and prayed that if only you had one more chance you wouldn’t take things for granted was slowly working its way through her mind and for the life of her Margaret couldn’t shake it.
The chaos of the hall faded into nothing more than background noise as she looked at him, imploring for those few seconds that it took for one of his other brothers to hurry over with the kit. It felt like an eternity to her though, each second suspended in time to grasp at the agony and thrust it back into her face seeing Dakota’s light slipping away. She couldn’t help the light, slightly exasperated smile that broke onto her lips, as it seemed he was attempting at a joke toward his brother. Stubborn indeed. There was the notion that maybe she should have stepped back to give them more space to work but she found that she didn’t want to leave his side.
This was ridiculous. Maggie knew who she was and what her purpose was- this wasn’t it. If her father knew what thoughts were going through her mind now he would have been so disappointed, would have made it a point to have her personally kill Dakota. Should she honor her father’s wishes from his grave and, if he pulled through this incident, kill him herself? Maggie got to her feet taking several steps back to clear some room for the others to help Dakota as the dark suggestion weighed in her mind. Sill, Maggie couldn’t keep her eyes off of Dakota, couldn’t help holding her breath in anticipation to see how events would fair.
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