A hybrid comes to have the blood of one. (Male needed, vampire/werewolf hybrid 1x1)

[No_such_thing]

His expression was fixed now, hard and unyielding, refusing to respond to her needling. She writhed in his arms, twisting, arching her back as she sought to escape his grip. It was pointless, his grip didn't shift despite her struggles and protests. He was too strong for her, no matter how slippery she might prove to be there was no way she could break his grip.

He ignored her protests, knowing that to not respond would only provoke her further, but that to respond might have a similar, or even a worse effect. As to putting her down, it was pointless, he would either have to drag her, or prevent her from escaping again. No it was better to leave her without a response, whether she like it or not he simply couldn't bring himself to bother to argue back. Knowing it could go on like this literally for hours, if not longer.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma realized quickly that he wasn't even responding to her, and the fact that she couldn't even make him put her down didn't seem to be helping her already foul mood. She crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly, racking her brain to find a way out of her current predicament.

It was a few moments before she spoke again, her heartrate still elevated but much more reasonable than it had been, though her cheeks were still flushed from the exertion.

"So when are you going to start taking my blood. Just want to start a line of people out my door and create a whole big giant army? Don't you worry I'm sure I'll last a long time if you let random people drink from me to make them like you. Though you'll probably what…make sure I last just long enough for you to create your big bad army of big bad angry vampire puppy demons and keep me around as a wonderful barely conscious blood bag for anyone you decide is worthy of become one of you…sounds great..sounds super fun."

She was glaring straight ahead, not even wanting to look at him - the fact that he was holding her seeming to frustrate her more than anything else that was happening.

"Just put me down! I'm not going to freaking go anywhere okay?"

 

[No_such_thing]

"So when are you going to start taking my blood. Just want to start a line of people out my door and create a whole big giant army? Don't you worry I'm sure I'll last a long time if you let random people drink from me to make them like you. Though you'll probably what…make sure I last just long enough for you to create your big bad army of big bad angry vampire puppy demons and keep me around as a wonderful barely conscious blood bag for anyone you decide is worthy of become one of you…sounds great..sounds super fun."

He shook his head at her tones. At least she hadn't lost that attitude, despite her predicament, not that the infusion of his blood would have helped the situation, she would have picked up some of his own strength, and the sudden healing was bound to leave a heady flush of confidence. At least the sarcasm was a step up from the outright rage she'd displayed before.

She was determinedly staring away from him, her body still stiff and resisting in his arms. He reached the top of the stairs and dropped her legs, still supporting her upper body until he set her down on the landing. He set her down a lot more gently than might have otherwise been expected judging by his mood, but he didn't notice himself. Pushing her gently in front of him as they moved towards the open corridor. He was going to have to keep a close eye on her.

"I doubt it will be quite that... graphic. And somehow, right now I doubt that is what you should be worrying about."

 

[TieMeTightly]

When he dropped her legs at the top of the stairs she hadn't really been expecting it, tensing for a moment and relying on his grip until managing to shake out of it, slender fingers tugging down her shirt some in an attempt to at least preserve a shred of her dignity after being carried around like a child.

At the gentle shove she staggered forward, glaring back at him over her shoulder before walking down the hall of her own accord.

"I doubt it will be quite that... graphic. And somehow, right now I doubt that is what you should be worrying about."

"Oh? How do you know. And…what should I be worrying about then? I have nothing else to worry about! You've magically had Charlotte not even think there's anything wrong so there is no one looking for me. Don't have that to worry about. All I have to worry about is that you want my blood. And you're keeping me here..against my will might I add."

She felt her anger building again, not even sure if they were going to be going back to the same room she had been in seeing as it was lacking a door at the moment.

"So you tell me. What should I be worrying about. I'm all ears."

 

[No_such_thing]

"What should you be worrying about? Why are you important to me? I want you to create more hybrids, you are valuable to me because of that, but I promise you the Council will not feel the same way. You think that Tyler was just being friendly, no he was going to kill you. And the Council will be sending vampires to kill you soon."

He continued pushing her in front of him, forcing her back to the bedroom, despite the damage in there he didn't trust her enough to put her in a room with an intact door. At least this way it wouldn't be hard to keep an eye on her. If he was there then she couldn't get into any more trouble surely. The last weak light of the setting sun was protruding through the splintered door frame. On second thoughts, tonight was the full moon, the werewolves would already have secured themselves in the cages downstairs, but they were half of his fighting force, if the Council attacked tonight, which was likely as they would assume the wolves would lock themselves up he might be better served by releasing them. While a door would offer little resistance to a fully transformed werewolf they took the path of least resistance to a kill, and they hated vampires, even at the height of frenzy they would attack a vampire over a human. At least he hoped that Emma's blood wouldn't make her even more of a target.

He stopped her before they reached her room, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder to pull her back slightly. The force of it spun her half around, facing the door of his room, while it might not hold the memories she had expected, it was certainly more secure than the room just down the corridor and he frankly didn't care what she thought, as long as he didn't have to spend more effort than necessary to keep her safe. He would need his strength to protect her from the Council forces that were undoubtedly on their way.

 

[TieMeTightly]

"What should you be worrying about? Why are you important to me? I want you to create more hybrids, you are valuable to me because of that, but I promise you the Council will not feel the same way. You think that Tyler was just being friendly, no he was going to kill you. And the Council will be sending vampires to kill you soon."

His hand came against he back again with another shove and she flinched, knowing that there wasn't anywhere to go at this point, her attempt at getting away having failed miserably. She saw that he brought her back to the room she had managed to somehow have destroyed, and was fully prepared to step across the threshold again.

When he pulled her back with a grip on her shoulder she found herself dizzied, staring at his door. Emma took a slight step back from it.

"Why? That room is perfectly fine without a door. I don't want to go in there.."

She just kept remembering the night of the masquerade, open and vulnerable to him only to have him bite her and that quickly make a one-eighty from his mood, from that point acting how he was now. She wished that she hadn't gone outside,..hadn't needed the fresh air, but she had, and this was what they were left with.

 

[No_such_thing]

"Why? That room is perfectly fine without a door. I don't want to go in there.."

He ignored her, reaching over her shoulder to push the door open. For a moment he was close to her once more, her scent filling his nostrils and her skin tantalizingly close to his own. He felt his breath catch a little pausing beside her. He caught himself before he could turn to look at her fully, pulling away as the door slid open with a whisper of displaced air.

He hadn't slept in the bed, it was still ruffled in exactly the same position it had been left in last night, after his and Emma's... unsuccessful visit to his room. He took her upper arm and pulled her around, pushing her forward to the bed with such force she was forced to sit down hard on the edge of the bed.

"You know, I think this room is better, more private at any rate. Not that it makes much difference, you're better off in here, at least you can't break down a door, it might give me some peace of mind."

 

[TieMeTightly]

When he pushed the door open she could feel her heart beginning to pound in her chest, easily seeing the mess of sheets that were still in disarray. She didn't know why she had expected anything different, but she had hoped he would have at least fixed the bed.

His hand grasped her upper arm, pulling her into the room and she couldn't help but wince as his fingers grabbed hard enough for her to feel discomfort, nearly gasping as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to immediately lose her balance and practically fall back on her ass on the bed, looking down at her arm, the skin where his hand had been already reddened from his grasp.

"You know, I think this room is better, more private at any rate. Not that it makes much difference, you're better off in here, at least you can't break down a door, it might give me some peace of mind."

She drew herself back, away from the edge of the bed and pulled her feet up onto it only to glare up at him.

"Why would we need privacy? We definitely aren't going to have a repeat performance of the other night.."

Just being in the room made her uncomfortable, the vivid memories still at the front of her mind, and sitting on the bed wasn't helping. She could practically feel him on top of her, pushing her back against the mattress,..moving between her legs. Her heart was racing at this point, her cheeks flushed as she looked away from him, pushing her hair out of her face.

"..You know you didn't have to be so rough..I'm going to have bruises on my arm now."

 

[No_such_thing]

"No, my blood is still in your system, it'll have faded in a moment, you'll be unmarked."

She was angry again, but he could sense her heart racing. Her face flushed and she looked away, pushing her hair away from her face, revealing her beauty once again, and exposing the fresh, now unblemished skin of her neck, her pulse beating at her throat.

He leaned forwards, taking her chin and gently pulling her round to look at him again. His face was impassive, unreadable as he studied her expression the anger in her eyes, the fear, but something else too.

"You know, I never meant for anything to happen like this."

He smiled slightly, letting his hand fall.

 

[TieMeTightly]

"No, my blood is still in your system, it'll have faded in a moment, you'll be unmarked."

As he said that she looked back to her arm, unable to help but to be amazed at the face that he was right. The marks were gone just as quickly as they'd been there.

"Still..doesn't mean you have to be so rough."

Emma tensed as his fingers hooked on her chin, reluctantly looking up at him though she easily saw that he didn't seem to care either way about what was happening, further solidifying that she was just some miraculous cure to the fact that he was never able to create one of his own.

"You know, I never meant for anything to happen like this."

As his hand fell she tilted her head back slightly, rubbing at her chin as though he'd dirtied it somehow.

"Like this?" She paused, almost pouting as again she looked away from him, suddenly needing to get off of the bed. She stood, keeping her distance at a few steps away before turning to face him again. "How exactly did you mean for it to happen then? I mean..you say you didn't know what good I was before you drank from me..how do I know that's true? H..how do I know that this wasn't all some sort of big elaborate setup? Now I..I have to stay here? For how long? Do you need me to kill some vampires because I can do that all by myself..I have..I have weapons and everything back home..and..I'm a lot tougher than I look."

 

[No_such_thing]

"You? Kill vampires? If you were such a fearsome warrior surely you would have fought me off by now."

He laughed, standing straight again.

"You might be tougher than you look, and you might be able to kill vampires, but have you ever fought a Council agent? They are far more of a threat than any amateur gang vampire, and there will be many of them. You could hardly add enough to make a difference in any battle."

He turned away from her, walking towards the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked out onto the rapidly darkening grounds, the sun a sullen red orb sinking below the horizon and tinging the sky a deep pink. He paused, turning his head back slightly, cocking his ear towards Emma, silhouetted against the bloody sky.

"Why the sudden change of heart, only a few minutes ago you wanted to run, now you want to fight for me?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

"You? Kill vampires? If you were such a fearsome warrior surely you would have fought me off by now."

She stared at him as he laughed, obviously not as amused with it as he seemed to be, especially because she seemed completely serious about what she had said. It wasn't until he asked about her change of heart, and fighting for him that she seemed to share in his amusement.

"I'm sorry did I say I wanted to fight for you? Because I don't think that ever left my lips. I would fight for me…by myself..in my house, without your help. So don't get cocky and think that it's because I'm trying to help you out. I could care less if they came in here and..I don't know…I don't know how you kill a..you. But if they did that I wouldn't care."

That was a lie. She might not want to be there, but she was too good natured of a person to let anyone get hurt for her, especially purposely. Emma would gladly throw herself into a fire before letting anyone else get burned.

"So..Just remember that."

With him away from the bed now she retreated to it, trying to ignore the pangs of hunger, just now realizing that she still hadn't eaten.

"Do you know what? You had better keep a close watch because if I die with your blood in my system I'm screwed. Not like I can drink my own blood to come back unless you have it stored in like…a vial..I feel like a vampire would keep blood in a vial.." She flopped back down onto the mattress, smoothing out the wrinkled and crumpled sheets, trying to get the image of them together on the bed out of her head.

 

[No_such_thing]

"Oh no, that's out of the question, you might as well just slit your throat now and save them the journey than attempt to fight them off yourself. And don't worry, you won't die, not if I can help it."

He smiled slightly, still with his back turned to her. He'd heard the hesitancy in her voice, the denial she was striving to force into her own thoughts let alone her words. She was lying to him. Her further, rather pathetic threat to 'just remember that' had the same hesitancy, the complete lack of an ability to lie. Her stubbornness was attractive, irresistible, the same as his own, she was too proud to not pretend to hate him.

"You don't mean it like that do you though. You seem determined to hate me, but you're not quite convincing yourself are you?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

"You don't mean it like that do you though. You seem determined to hate me, but you're not quite convincing yourself are you?"

Emma glared at the back of his head as though she were trying to burn a hole in it, drawing her hands away from the somewhat smoothed sheets.

"Who says I'm not convincing myself? You know what? I..I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't want to talk about these..people who you claim are going to try to kill me…and I don't want to talk about what your plan is to use my blood to make your own angry people who like to keep innocent bystanders trapped in their houses."

It was frustrating to her that she couldn't hate him. She wanted to, for all that had happened, even for the fact that she was still here instead of in the comfort of her own home - but she couldn't.

"Can I have something to eat? That way…you can just..leave the room for a little and I won't have to be annoyed by your face or your voice. Because that's what is happening right now..you're annoying me."

At least that was the truth.

 

[No_such_thing]

He turned around smiling still. Shaking his head at her childish petulance, he looked back at her, nearly laughing at the look of frustration on her face. He walked back towards her towering over her on the bed, the sun was completely down now, the night outside the windows dark, the first talons of the full moon reaching in through the windows.

"Of course, I don't want you starving to death, though I'm afraid you might have to get used to me, annoying or not."

He left the room, heading downstairs. Pausing halfway down as he heard the first howls of the werewolves below. They rang out, a lost lonely ballad to the moon. It was haunting, chilling. An animal so lonely, but within that a hidden message to the savage nature of their curse. No, it was unlikely she would make a run for it. He'd made sure to leave the cellar door open, while there was no chance of them escaping the cages the sound proofing was now irrelevant. It was sound that would warn off even the bravest.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She knew that she was amusing him, and it only served to make her more frustrated with the fact that he didn't even seem to care that she wanted nothing to do with him, even go so far as to saying that she was practically stuck with him.

Of course Emma waited after he left the room to get to her feet, moving again back over to the window, looking out over the massive property. Her eyes dragged upward, seeing the moon easily from this side of the house.

There was still some part of her that thought this was all some sort of bad dream. Even when she heard the howling that seemed to pierce even the darkest corners of the house, she simply closed her eyes in an attempt to block out the noise, trying to ignore her racing heart, no longer elevated from lust or desire, but from fear.

The time to be confident was long passed - and it wasn't really in her nature to be confident. She was timid..but stubborn, and attempting to stand up to vampires and werewolves and a hybrid of the two was something she didn't think she would ever be good at. Emma stayed like that, her back to the door, eyes shut tightly, trying to focus on any other sound except for the howls that she heard. It wasn't something that she wanted to admit, but she wanted Dimitri back in the room,..just to calm her nerves.

 

[No_such_thing]

He wandered around the kitchen, picking out various different leftovers from the parties, all food that was suitable cold, he didn't have the patience or inclination to heat anything up for her. Plate filled he balanced it on the splayed fingers of one hand, navigating his way around the kitchen and out the door. He paused in the hall to savour the calls of the pack, feeling the bond between himself and his wolfen relations. He was tempted to join the howling, feeling his own powers waxing, but dismissed it and made his way swiftly up the stairs.

She was by the window now, tense, it appeared she was looking up at the moon. He entered the room silently, setting the plate down quietly on the table. He padded up softly behind her, stopping almost touching her, only realising then that her eyes were closed. He let one hand rise to her upper arm, resting gently there, a warning that he was there.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She hadn't heard him, too lost in trying to drown everything out to pay attention to a plate being put down on the table. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he moved behind her, and yes still jumped as his hand came to rest upon her arms, her eyes snapping open, pupils dilating as she was forced to refocus.

She knew it was him immediately, even before she turned her head to look at his hand.

"They're so loud.."

Again she was looking out the window, her attempts to mask her fear failing miserably now.

"If I'm like you..why aren't I like them? How am I still human.."

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as she questioned her own heritage as though needing to understand why she aged and why she had no desire to be outside on a full moon.

"If you would have just let me die no one would be after me..no one would be after any of you."

 

[No_such_thing]

"They're lonely, they're closer to our world than any other, the moon brings it out in them, it's why they form packs, to be with others of their kind is the only companionship they have. To stay with humans is dangerous, vampires hate them and kill them on sight, where else can they go?"

She was quieter now, almost breathing the word, barely above a whisper. She was questioning her own existence, her heritage, how could she be a werewolf? A vampire? She seemed to share none of their advantages, their disadvantages, she was just human. But so much more than that.

"As for me, I've had... disagreements with the Council, I have nowhere left to go, I'm sick of hiding, I'm a child of both worlds, so I'm hated by both, a reminder of their mortality. I embody everything that the Council doesn't want. The werewolves are more accepting, but there are some who would rather stake me than help me. Some of them will help, but few enough."

He remained behind her, lost in his own thoughts as she was lost in hers. The moon cast a bluish light across them, the windows casting long dark bars across the room behind them.

"They would still come after us, we've come too far now for them to leave us be. I couldn't just let you die."

And he meant it.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma listened to him, again closing her eyes though she seemed much calmer just with him in the room, knowing that despite everything he would at least keep her safe.

"I get more energy around a full moon…and..I liked your blood."

She was still trying to work everything out for herself, nodding her head once. "So there…right? That's what I get. I don't get any cool strength or abilities…but that's all I can think of to associate myself with everything going on.

He was like an immovable mass behind her and she wanted so badly to just lean back against him, but she didn't. Part of her wondered if his mood change was due to the full moon, though she knew that it was simply the frustration of having some new issue to deal with and whether she wanted to think of it that way or not, she was the new issue.

"You should just get a bunch of people and make your army before they come. Kill them all off…then I can go back to my life and…you don't have to worry about them coming after me."

She moved then, crossing the room to the table only to pick up one of the Hors d'oeuvres and putting it into her mouth. She lifted the plate then and retreated to the bed, crossing her legs as she sat in the center of it, looking up at him while she picked at the food.

 

[No_such_thing]

She moved away to the bed again, picking at the food on the plate, sitting cross legged in the centre of the huge bed. He turned to her for a moment, watching her as she climbed onto the mattress, admiring the way her body moved. He turned back to the window, looking out to the grounds. Ah.

Long shadows were stretching across the lawns, dark figures pacing through the gardens. They were here, he had hoped they wouldn't be quite this quick, or this numerous. He frowned, knowing that he couldn't wait to explain. He plucked the stake from inside his jacket, tossing it onto the bed.

"Stay here."

He left the room, closing and locking the door behind himself. He rushed down the stairs, shouting out to the others as he ran. He spun round the banister swinging himself into the corridor hidden behind the stairs. He stopped, there were vampires already there. Tyler was nonchalantly picking his nails with a stake. The others looked slightly less cocky, but still confident enough that he had no chance. The door to the cellar was behind them and he could hear the werewolves going wild in a frenzy, scenting the unnatural presence of the vampires. They all had stakes, he was unarmed.

"Hello Dimitri."

"Shit."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma looked to the stake as he tossed it onto the bed, her mouth opening to question him but he was out of the room too quickly for her to manage. Emma clutched the stake, leaving the food where it was on the plate. Something was wrong - he had locked her in the room as soon as he left it, but she didn't know exactly what was wrong.

She pressed her ear against the door, though couldn't hear anything that was going on down the hallway and then down the stairs. Though she could hear the wolves,..it couldn't be good, the fear alone making her heart race as she moved back from the door, glancing around the room as though to find somewhere to hide.

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"I told you that I wouldn't be alone. I told you that they would want to…meet..your new little friend. Emma, right? Emma Josephine Pratt. We…stopped by her house but she wasn't anywhere to be found. So strange."

He glanced toward the cellar door, nearly rolling his eyes. "Would you shut the mutts up? We're trying to have a nice conversation and they want to interrupt. Be a dear and close the door wouldn't you?"

He didn't even seem the slightest bit uncomfortable with the fact that Dimitri was so much older than him, and a hybrid. He had come in numbers, this time, and he wasn't the only one who wished to prevent the hybrid from creating an entirely new race with a capability of wiping out their own.

"Why don't you bring her down..or we could go up..the pups are all locked up which makes me think…she's all by herself? Just like you left her at the party. It was so easy getting into her head, Dimitri. You had already done a number on it yourself,..but it wasn't hard to navigate and plant that seed that she had to make you drink from her. And then tell me everything…I could probably make her do more you know..I'm not sure how many minds you've altered but..I've had my fair share and she didn't even try to resist…it was like she wanted it..she wanted me inside of her head..and..I of course told everyone how good she tastes…well - you know how good she tastes..it's like a drug."

He waved his hand after a moment, noticing he was rambling.

"I'm sorry I was just going on and on. Bring the girl down, or we'll chain you up and go get her ourselves. It's much..messier when we have to do that. I wouldn't want to accidentally rip her heart out or anything like that."

 

[No_such_thing]

Dimitri's eyes narrowed, picking up on one thing in Tyler's snide gloating speech. Tyler had been inside Emma's head. That had been why she had bared her neck, exposed him to the temptation that had revealed his true nature to her. That was what had made it all so much harder, had led to the struggle to subdue her, keep her here and keep Charlotte unsuspecting. Worse, he had been inside her mind, not to draw a thin veil over memory, but to actively influence her thoughts. It was a greater violation than even his manipulations had been.

Then he realised what else the young vampire had said, all by herself? Tyler that the werewolves were his only allies here. He didn't know about the other vampires or Valia. There were five vampires and an ancient and powerful witch loose in the manor and Tyler knew nothing about it. They might have numbers, but most of the vampires with him seemed young, he could smell their youth, their nervousness but the confidence building in them, faced as they were by only one. He almost laughed, the situation had changed, it was no longer one sided, the chances were evening out now.

He glared furiously at the vampire, the stake twirling in his hands, then a savage smile twitched onto his face. Tyler's cocky manner dropped and he backed away a little. "No Tyler, I don't think that's an option."

He knew they would kill her either way, this way he gave the others a warning that he was here, knowing that these vampires would hesitate to kill him at first. Tyler clearly didn't want him dead for some reason, though he was surprised that the young vampire had risen so high so quickly. He sprang forward, Tyler stumbling backwards with a cry and another vampire stepping forward with a snarl, his stake ready to be used, but held back as though he were unwilling. A flick of his hand, a twist and the stake was in the vampire's breast, the life draining from his face as he fell back.

Dimitri spun, pushing his hand out, palm open, the heel of his hand crashing into another vampire's solar plexus. There was a crack and the young woman, tumbled backwards, knocking down several of her compatriots and throwing the stake up. He snatched it out of the air and drove it backhanded into the heart of the vampire to his left. Where was Tyler, where was he, if there was any conniving backstabbing bastard to watch it was Tyler.

The vampire was behind him, drawing a long thin silver chain from his pocket. With a swift flick of the wrist he looped it and pulled it tight around Dimitri's throat. His hand flew to his neck, clawing at the burning silver. On each loop of the chain, in impossibly small script, arcane words glowed with an unnatural light. The magic burned, and Dimitri felt his strength ebbing away, draining out of him into the charmed silver. Tyler wrenched it tighter, forcing Dimitri to one knee. He snarled in impotent rage.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Tyler hadn't been expecting Dimitri's outburst, nor did he really understand what he had found so amusing. It was obvious that there was something that he didn't know, and he wasn't really a fan of being out of the loop.

Everything happened too quickly, his men dropping like flies to the Hybrid's hand and he had to grab the chain from someone else's hands in order to react to what was going on. People seemed to be practically frozen in fear - not what he had expected.

He worked as quickly as he could, coming up behind Dimitri in order to wrap the chain around Dimitri's throat, pulling back on it as hard as he possibly could. When he was on his knees the other vampires moved in and he leaned down, practically hissing in the hybrid's ear.

"You do know I can make her kill herself if I really wanted to. You know the threat,..we cant have a bunch of dogs like you running around."

Some of the vampires were moving into the house now. They could hear her heart racing as they made their way up the stairs and Tyler tugged on the chains. "On your feet, dog..call out the girl."

 

[No_such_thing]

Tyler dragged him into the hall, keeping him immobilized with the chain around his throat and tightening it whenever he made the slightest suspicious move. Tyler dragged him to his feet, hissing in his ear as he forced him up the stairs.

"On your feet, dog..call out the girl."

He gritted his teeth against the pain the single line of immovable fire burning around his throat, held immovable by Tyler's hands. The charms glowed bright, leeching energy and power, binding his strength into his own mind, it was deceptively simple, and subtly powerful. He hadn't seen crafting like this in years, only a handful of witches could construct and maintain such a charm.

He gritted his teeth, fighting against the pain. He called out, his voice hoarse and raw from the burning chain.

"Emma..."

He paused to breath again, snarling fiercely through the pain.

"They're here, hide."