Eloise jerked with surprise as gunshots started flying.

One second she was still pinned up against Hank, the barrel of his gun at her throat, and the next she was down on the ground, eyes wide as Hank began shooting.

Eloise watched as Hank was hit in the shoulder, and then a bullet must have hit his helmet somewhere, because he was pulling it off, and suddenly he had dropped onto the ground next to her. 

Out of the four Covenant members, only one was still standing. Eloise knew that she shouldn't do anything-she shouldn't move, she shouldn't resist as the hunter put her back inside the car, and she [i]certainly[/i] shouldn't oh, you know, help Hank over there-but dear [i]god[/i], she was tired of doing nothing. 

Eloise didn't dare to look at the remaining vampire hunter. He was dividing his attention in between the parasol-twirling vampire who had randomly showed up out of the blue and Hank. Instead, she rolled over so that her fingers were touching Hank's arm, and she let the sparks flow.

With no direction from Eloise's part, the sparks would take the path of least resistance and target the gravest wounds first. Silver sparks shot towards Hank's head and shoulder, and as they made contact with the gunshot wounds, they began knitting the skin back together, ejecting the bullets in the process. Blood stopped pouring out of Hank's body as Eloise's sparks worked their magic, and although he was by no means perfectly healed when the hunter finally noticed what Eloise was doing, at least she'd staunched the flow of blood.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he growled, whipping his firearm around and sending a bullet punching into Eloise's stomach. The pain was excruciating, and as she cried out, memories flooded her mind-her sire's brittle green eyes that glittered like emeralds in the dim light of the cellar, pale, slender fingers covered in rings wrapping themselves around Eloise's scrawny arm and snapping it with a frighteningly inhuman strength, snow and the smell of blood and horrified brown eyes...

Eloise struggled to keep focused as whispers of the past came back to her, and she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to remain in the present. The sparks kept flowing until the hunter quickly strode over and kicked Eloise away. She cried out again, tears springing to her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as the toe of the hunter's boot connected with her ribs. There was a sickening crunch, and stars clouded Eloise's vision as blood from where the hunter had shot her soaked the ratty hoodie she was wearing. But Hank-Hank woud survive. Eloise hadn't been able to heal him completely, but she'd gotten pretty damn close. For some reason, that made her breathe a sigh of relief. At least [i]he[/i] would be able to get out of there alive. Eloise, however, would be taken back to some Covenant base, and she would pay for what she had done. But that was okay.

Eloise's breathing grew shallow as she lost more blood, and she quickly sent some sparks towards her stomach. Dear god, it [i]hurt[/i].