The Ripper

William Jack Holloway

The Hunter hardly understood what it was that made Vhalla rub her hand against his face - the man was far too gone and incoherent to understand the blood that smeared his porcelain skin. The man merely turned his cheek towards the warm touch to nuzzle his nose into her palm. Her name fell from his lips as he did so, the woman being perhaps one of two people that he would have been relieved to see knelt over him within that alleyway. Vhalla, Vhalla, Vhalla. What a beautiful name that belonged to such a beautiful girl and God, he wanted to kiss her. Her reassurance that she was here with him was enough to make the man's face erupt in a bright smile, his hazy eyes flicking up to stare at her when she tapped on his cheek. "No sleeping," He repeated with a chuckle before he hoisted himself to his feet. "No, no sleeping."

Instantly, the man found himself colliding into the brick wall in an attempt to hold himself up. "Oh, the world is all tilted," The British man laughed as he held on to that masonry to keep herself upright. He let out a small groan of pain as Vhalla pulled his arm around the girl's shoulders. He couldn't help leaning into her weight with his nose moving to burrow within that braid of hers. "You smell good kitten," He purred. He rolled his eyes slightly at the idea that he shouldn't worry about her. "I like you, Vhalla. Of course I'm going to worry about you." The man barely nodded as she spoke about living close by. "Let's go," He mumbled into her hair as he let her pull him forward. He could feel with every passing moment the way the gashes in his back tore as he moved. Fuck, there was nothing that could stop the man from letting out tiny groans of pain as they walked. "I"m sorry," He muttered as Vhalla let out that grunt at his weight. "I'm so sorry."

In the moment that it took her to unlock the door, William certainly felt as though he was going to be sick. His back was slick with the blood that pooled down his spine. His body certainly felt feverish from the lack of blood, and as the man was pulled into that warehouse he took one look at that staircase and let out a groan. "Vhalla, I c..." he started, but the young witch hauled him forward once more. Every step was agonizing and if it wasn't for the witch he was sure he would have laid down on those stairs and let his body give in to the blood loss and pain. His eyes raked over the room briefly before he was hauled forward once more and into that lavish bathroom.

He was perhaps never more relieved than when she set him down on the edge of that bath tub. His body was covered in blood, and what little of his body wasn't was covered in a sheen of sweat. He certainly felt weak and tired, and as he looked up at the beautiful girl as she spoke. Tell anyone about the place? Who would he tell? "I won't," He promised quietly, closing his eyes briefly in that attempt to make the world stop spinning. It was the mention of his shirt that had his eyes flying open, the look of surprise prevalent on his features. "My my," The man spoke, though his accented voice was decidedly tired. "Here I am weak and defenseless and you decide to ravish me... and here I thought we would have a proper courting." HIs tone was teasing, though he couldn't deny that smirk that spread to his lips.

The man moved just barely then, his hands working to grasp at his blood soaked shirt. It took several tries for his shaking hands to get a good enough grip on the material, and he let out a deep groan of pain as he pulled out the fabric that clung to the wounds on his back. By the time he managed to throw the remains of his shirt to the floor, he was sweating and the floor threatened to lurch. He needed something to distract himself - something to focus on instead of the pain and blood loss that threatened to overtake him.

He reached out then to grasp ahold of Vhalla's wrist. He wasn't strong enough to pull her, and yet he found himself tugging gently until she was close enough that he could guide her to settle down beside him. He leaned in then, his nose nuzzling her neck, then her cheek, until he managed enough coordination to brush his lips across hers. It was a gentle - perhaps weak - kiss, and yet he found himself smiling regardless. "You're so beautiful Vhalla... I don't know if I told you that yet." His forehead dropped to lean on her shoulder. A groan escaped him as he held to her, wanting desperately to be strong enough to pull her in. "I'm bleeding all over your bathroom. I'm so sorry."

But darling -- it's only human nature.