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The Blood Compact

I'll try to post before Sunday, because that's when my internet access starts being super iffy

The Blood Compact

Eloise was lying on the ground, dazed and doing her best to heal the hole in her stomach, when a strangely perky voice said something about...muffins, of all things.

Eloise was confused. Obviously, the diminutive vampire knew who she was. Eloise, unfortunately, did not remember her. Granted, she couldn't remember many things anymore (though she did now know the name of one of her children-Victoria). The Covenant's relatively "gentle" treatment had lent itself wonders to Eloise's mental state. Day by day, she was remembering more of the life she had before, though she wasn't sure if she wanted to remember. Remembering hurt too much.

Sometimes, Eloise felt strangely disconnected from reality, knowing that she had once been married to a baker in the English countryside. When she looked in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself-the blisters and bruises and lacerations had healed, yes, but even her abilities couldn't erase the scars. And oh, were there scars-there were burn scars from hot cooking oil all over her body (but especially on her face); slender scars from daggers and knives and jagged scars from horse whips and riding crops. Eloise's hair was not as brittle and colorless as it once was, but it was still pitifully thin. And although she was not frighteningly emaciated anymore, she was not at a "healthy" weight, either. Her hollow cheeks had filled in some, and there were no longer enormous bags under her eyes, but the fact remained that she was rather gaunt (the Covenant had been very, very cautious about giving her any blood at all, to say the least).

The other vampire looked like she was around ten, but she smelled ancient. She grabbed Eloise's head, easily brushing aside the cloth tied tightly over her mouth (though she didn't seem to care about the zip ties around Eloise's wrists or the tracker on her ankle, for the moment) and forcibly opened her mouth before shoving Eloise's fangs into the neck of one of the hunters who had just been killed, ordering her to drink. Eloise was happy to oblige-it was the first time that she had ever tasted human blood, and by god, it was wonderful. As the blood filled her mouth, Eloise dimly registered who it was that she was drinking from.

His name was Lawrence. He had been one of the hunters who had met her at the airport, and though he seemed quiet and nondescript, he had a nasty temper. The first week, Eloise had made the mistake of timidly requesting some blood after she'd fainted for the fifth time from hunger and exhaustion. Lawrence had backhanded her across the face so hard that Eloise had fallen to the ground before coldly informing her that, since she belonged to the Covenant, she would eat when they said she could, sleep when they said she could, and speak when they said she could-and only when they said she could. He'd shocked her then, for good measure, and Eloise had whimpered as silent tears began to leak from her eyes, because she was scared that if she screamed, Lawrence would only hurt her more.

With that thought in mind, Eloise drank even faster.

When all the blood was gone, Eloise wiped her mouth with the fabric of the hoodie covering her shoulder (seeing as her hands were inaccessible) before looking up, slightly bewildered. She felt...full. It was an unusual sensation.

Hank was marching towards a vehicle, while the other vampire looked on with one remaining eye. The missing eye seemed to be...smoking? Eloise looked down at her midsection. Though the hoodie was soaked with blood, the pain was gone.

"M-miss?" She stammered, turning to the parasol-twirling vampire. "Would you like me to-to...." Eloise trailed off, twisting her arms so that her hands were visible, silver sparks playing around her skeletal fingers. The sun beat down on her mercilessly, and Eloise looked at the ground so that her eyes were mostly away from the light.

Just then, Eloise picked up a familiar voice-it was Vladimir, otherwise known as Vlad, a half-vampire, half-werewolf hybrid who was also associated with the Covenant. Eloise had only ever seen him once or twice, though sometimes she picked up snippets of conversation about him. She was honestly surprised that he even recognized her face.

"You look terrible," he said quietly. Eloise looked up, but he was gone before she could reply, asking Hank and the other vampire how the hunters had died. Hank, still marching towards his car, answered Vlad-and every word that came out of his mouth was false, of course. Eloise simply stared at the exchange, wide-eyed but making no comment whatsoever. As a general rule, Eloise did not speak unless spoken to; that was how her sire and her Covenant masters preferred it. Though, Eloise realized with a start, if the Covenant ever found her after this...incident, they would be very displeased. A sliver of fear shot through her, and Eloise glanced away. She was suddenly very, very afraid.

What was going to happen to her?

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I have a 15 hour flight in a few hours-will write post and post as soon as I get wifi after that :)

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<Snipped quote by BlackPanther>

The Brotherhood of the Muffin. Comprised of a rogue vampire hunter, a mini sized leech, a vampire who cant harm a fly and probably an abomination who wags its tail when scratched behind the ear.

@AtomicNut

12/10 Squad goals

Also will post after either black panther or remipa :)

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<Snipped quote by thewizardguy>

Well i was about to give Hank a patchjob with some vampire blood, without killing him, so he should be still a ghoulified human.

@AtomicNut

oh whoops i went ahead and posted but i didn't see this

do you want me to edit post?

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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 certainly shouldn't oh, you know, help Hank over there-but dear god, 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 he 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 hurt.

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@AtomicNut do you want to post first, or should I?

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<Snipped quote by ayzrules>

And now she will rub the Covenant the wrong way by rescuing Eloise because she wants those blueberry muffins, even though she usually favours Vampire hunting.

@AtomicNut

:^) the muffins are worth it

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@AtomicNut ;D go for it!!! LOL

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The hunters and the newcomer began speaking. Eloise picked up more than a hint of tension and thinly veiled hostility in their exchange, though she remained mostly clueless as to what they were actually talking about. She did, however, learn the man's name-Hank.

A sliver of fear ran through her as she noticed all the weapons everywhere, both concealed and visible. The hunters were definitely armed-they always were. And this Hank person was openly holding a gun. They obviously had some sort of history; otherwise, why all the hostility?

One of the hunters grabbed Eloise roughly and pulled her out of the trunk. Eloise stood unsteadily on her feet, struggling to remain clear-headed in the sunlight.

Then, without warning, Eloise felt herself being yanked to the side, and suddenly she was pinned against Hank's body, the barrel of a gun pressed against the side of her neck. Eloise whimpered with fright. She was shaking like a leaf, though she tried her best to keep still. She dimly heard Hank whisper something about getting out of there.

One of the hunters, the one who Eloise had identified as the leader, gave Hank a brittle smile. "You're hurt, Hank. You won't kill her; she's the only one with the ability to heal your wounds in a couple of minutes, leaving no trace but a scar. Besides, if you try to take her, you won't get far. We've got a tracker on her. Would you like a demonstration?"

He pulled out a small device that looked vaguely like something Eloise knew to be a TV remote, and Eloise instinctively shrank away from it. He pressed a button, and Eloise arched her back and screamed into the cloth tied over her mouth as pain shot through her. "Please, please, make it stop," she tried to say, but all that came out was a muffled groan. Tears sprang to her eyes, and Eloise writhed, still pinned in place by the man named Hank.

After what felt like an eternity, the hunter pressed another button, and the pain subsided. Eloise went limp against Hank, her breathing shallow. Through the pain and fear, Eloise smelled something...off. Hank was bleeding.

Eloise then realized that she felt the blood on her fingers, too. She wriggled them around a bit-not an easy task, considering that her wrists were tied behind her back-and determined that the source of the blood was from some point near his ribs. Was it a gunshot wound? If so, then Eloise could heal him; she needed to be able to reach the skin.

"You don't want him to take you away, do you? You're a good girl," the leader practically cooed at Eloise, like she was a puppy and he was her master. Eloise had never felt more like an object than at that moment. The Covenant was a hundred times better than her sire, that was for sure, but Eloise wasn't delusional-she was their prisoner. Her bound wrists ached as a testament to this fact, and she was suddenly acutely aware of the cuff-like tracker around her ankle.

And then there was Hank. What of Hank? She would have thought that she was just a bargaining chip that he could use to save himself to him, had she not heard him whisper in her ear. So Eloise would help him in the only way she knew how. The Covenant would hurt her if they found out, of course, but Eloise had endured over a century of pain. And humans, Eloise had found, didn't have very long memories (unless they were aristocrats. Both aristocrats and vampires had extremely long memories).

Eloise reached deep inside her, and silver sparks began flowing from her fingertips. Hopefully they would be able to heal the gunshot wound without much guidance from Eloise-she couldn't see what she was doing, so she would have to trust the sparks. In fact, nobody could really see what she was doing, given her proximity with Hank's ribs at this very moment.

There was a tense silence, and then a girl twirling a black parasol appeared. The parasol was strangely anachronistic-it vaguely resembled the parasols that some of the wealthy women who had passed through Eloise's village carried (her sire had carried one too, if Eloise was correct), though it was very obviously not from that time. Nobody had black parasols unless they were in mourning, before Eloise had been turned. And this girl didn't look like she was in mourning at all.

But no...she wasn't a girl. She was a vampire, and a very old one, too-Eloise could smell it in the air. She wasn't entirely sure what the other vampire was talking about, but whoever she was, she was bound to be dangerous. So Eloise didn't move, hoping that she would somehow get out of this volatile situation alive.