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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:08:35 GMT -5
"Herbert, if you had died I would have been left with nothing!"
*He suddenly pulled his son back into his arms*
"To live the centuries completely alone...no, no...I can't even think it."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:10:56 GMT -5
"When you s-said that something had happened, something had g- g- gone wrong... what did you m- m- mean?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:26:32 GMT -5
*He moved back once again, so that he could speak to Herbert face to face*
"Battle...can affect a person more than with visible harm. It can affect one's mind."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:31:24 GMT -5
"Mein Gott..."
Herbert suddenly erupted into a loud, painful cough. When it had passed, he lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment.
"We never had a chance..."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:33:04 GMT -5
"You will dance," he insisted stubbornly. "You can't give up--you need to fight."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:40:55 GMT -5
"You haven't seen them, Vati," Herbert said dully.
He made a small concession to modesty by making sure he was covered from the waist down by the sheets, and then slowly pulled his nightshirt up under his chin to allow his father to see the eleven bullet wounds punctuating his chest and torso. Each of them was a deep reddish color, edged with dark purple bruising and surrounded by pale flesh which was itself still scored by occasional small scratches and bruises. Some of the wounds had already begun to heal too tightly, the wrong edges fusing together.
"I can fight, Vati, but I'll lose."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:44:34 GMT -5
*His eyes widened at the sight of the injuries*
"What--how--"
*It shouldn't be healing that way. Herbert's natural resistence to such things from being a vampire should stop such a thing from happening. It couldn't be. It just couldn't*
"That's not possible...they shouldn't be closing like that!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:46:47 GMT -5
"It's been far too long since I've fed, Vati."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:54:03 GMT -5
*He looked askance at Herbert*
"What? Why hasn't anyone brought you anything?"
*His tone bordered on outraged*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 20:58:03 GMT -5
"Well, you know how Zira is- he prefers to just look away..."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:00:43 GMT -5
"He can't overlook that part of you, for crying out loud..."
*He stopped, taking a deep breath. It wouldn't do to get all worked-up*
"I will take care of that for you."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:03:25 GMT -5
"Zira means well, Vati."
He smiled weakly.
"He's an angel. He's allowed to ignore how bad I can be."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:07:28 GMT -5
"I know. I just can't help worrying."
*He gave a hesitant smile back.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:08:41 GMT -5
Herbert reached out tentatively for his father's hand.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jun 23, 2008 21:10:46 GMT -5
*He held Herbert's hand in both of his*
"Dear boy." He said affectionately.
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