Karl. “Come on. We have
unfinished business,” I grunted. “Have to find the other
Seekers."
Chapter With Karl doing his best to support me, I staggered ahead. I was a bloody wreck of a vampire and fading fast. I didn't know if I would make it to the end of this investigation, but I had to keep on trying anyway. Scraping against the wall as I stumbled, I saw a crimson smear on the concrete behind me. I was bleeding to death. The Toby pod person had inflicted too much damage. I didn't know how much time I had left.
A single Troll appeared at the end of the walkway. Lifting his axe with an angry growl, he charged toward us. With just enough strength to lift my Beretta, I tried to stop shaking long enough to take aim. As the Troll drew closer, I felt Karl's grip tighten on my leg. I squeezed the trigger and the Troll crumbled to the ground, his axe clattering to my feet. Karl's grip slowly loosened. “That was cool! Just like Indiana Jones!" I let my arm fall to my side, unable to hold up the weapon any longer. “I'm too old for this shit." "That was a different movie.” Karl shook his head. “Didn't Danny Glover say that inLethal Weapon ...” His words trailed off as he looked up at me. His face was long and drawn. Barely able to hold myself up, I closed my eyes. Blood was still gushing from my nose down my chin, painting my pale flesh a deep red. My arm felt like a shish kabob that had the middle chewed out exposing the skewer inside. I didn't know what my back looked like, but I was certain it was much, much worse. I couldn't think of any Seekers who had ever survived a Werewolf mauling, and I don't think I was about to buck the trend. “I'm just so tired,” I admitted. I started to slide down the wall. “I just need to rest for a minute."
"No!” Karl skittered up the wall like a gecko and grabbed onto the collar of my shirt. Somehow holding me in place, he stared into my eyes. “Don't do this, Rose! You can't die!" "I'm not going to die,” I assured almost drunkenly, “I just need some rest.” I'm not even sure I believed that myself.
"I need you, Rose,” Karl argued. He paused. “Toby needs you." Toby...
"Do you need blood?” Karl asked with a quiver in his voice. "Blood,” I repeated, enjoying the oddness of the word as it rolled off my tongue and snapped at the end with a hard consonant. As shock set in, I was starting to lose cohesion in my thoughts. "You can take some of mine,” Karl offered bravely. “If it will help, take it." I opened my eyes and looked at the Goblin with a snicker. “You're like a little green hors d'oeuvre.” I laughed.
Chapter With Karl doing his best to support me, I staggered ahead. I was a bloody wreck of a vampire and fading fast. I didn't know if I would make it to the end of this investigation, but I had to keep on trying anyway. Scraping against the wall as I stumbled, I saw a crimson smear on the concrete behind me. I was bleeding to death. The Toby pod person had inflicted too much damage. I didn't know how much time I had left.
A single Troll appeared at the end of the walkway. Lifting his axe with an angry growl, he charged toward us. With just enough strength to lift my Beretta, I tried to stop shaking long enough to take aim. As the Troll drew closer, I felt Karl's grip tighten on my leg. I squeezed the trigger and the Troll crumbled to the ground, his axe clattering to my feet. Karl's grip slowly loosened. “That was cool! Just like Indiana Jones!" I let my arm fall to my side, unable to hold up the weapon any longer. “I'm too old for this shit." "That was a different movie.” Karl shook his head. “Didn't Danny Glover say that inLethal Weapon ...” His words trailed off as he looked up at me. His face was long and drawn. Barely able to hold myself up, I closed my eyes. Blood was still gushing from my nose down my chin, painting my pale flesh a deep red. My arm felt like a shish kabob that had the middle chewed out exposing the skewer inside. I didn't know what my back looked like, but I was certain it was much, much worse. I couldn't think of any Seekers who had ever survived a Werewolf mauling, and I don't think I was about to buck the trend. “I'm just so tired,” I admitted. I started to slide down the wall. “I just need to rest for a minute."
"No!” Karl skittered up the wall like a gecko and grabbed onto the collar of my shirt. Somehow holding me in place, he stared into my eyes. “Don't do this, Rose! You can't die!" "I'm not going to die,” I assured almost drunkenly, “I just need some rest.” I'm not even sure I believed that myself.
"I need you, Rose,” Karl argued. He paused. “Toby needs you." Toby...
"Do you need blood?” Karl asked with a quiver in his voice. "Blood,” I repeated, enjoying the oddness of the word as it rolled off my tongue and snapped at the end with a hard consonant. As shock set in, I was starting to lose cohesion in my thoughts. "You can take some of mine,” Karl offered bravely. “If it will help, take it." I opened my eyes and looked at the Goblin with a snicker. “You're like a little green hors d'oeuvre.” I laughed.