[ShadowStitches]

In all the chaos that enused around them, it really was hard to keep track on just what exactly was going on,
while trying to dodge the bullets that flew every which way. He saw Ricky come in, but had no chance to actually deal with him, because he currently had to focus on one of the guards, who was frustratingly not as bad a shooter as he hoped.

Because of that, He heard the warning call just a few milliseconds too late. He whirled around, pointing the gun at Ricky, and knew at the same time that he was never going to make it out of the fiering line in time.
He made a desperate attempt to throw himself to the left side, but to no avail. 2 bullets caught him, one
hitting his shoulder, the other digging deeply into his right chest. He hit the ground hard, gasping in shock and pain. He tried to get up out of instinct, but failed miserably, only managing to roll to the side and somewhat prop himself up with one arm, only to see that Ricky now was aiming the gun at his head, about to finish him off. Suddently tho, Ricky stumbled a step forward, a surprised expression on his face. He let Erica slip off of his shoulder, and crumbled to the floor himself a moment later. Dazed, Whip realized that Rob had shot Ricky, but could not do anything when the last guard jumped forward and out the door, fiering at Rob. Rob somehow managed to take cover, but hand no choice then to leave the room too, in order to defend himself from the wildly shooting man.    

Whip whinced when the short adrenalin rush ebbed away, and he now was hit by the pain at full force,
curling up slightly. He coughed heavily, clenching the chest wound with one hand, which of course was not really helping the bleeding. When he  coughed up blood, he realized just how big his problems where.He did not even bother to try to stand up again, His vision already blurring.All he could do now was to try to stay awake, and wait for some sort of wonder...his hopes where not too high tho.

(hmm...did not specify if Ricky really is dead or not, since he's your character ^^' wasn't sure just how important he is to you^^''')

[Elektra]

Erica hit the ground with a hard thud, and groaned.  She didn't completely wake up, though she was beginning to.  Ricky, on the other hand, wouldn't even be getting up again.  The shot had hit him straight in the heart, and he'd gone done quickly.  After a minute, Erica began to get up, her vision still blurry.  Of course, she could see that most of the people there were shot and dead, which worried her, for she couldn't find Whip.  Then, she looked again, and saw that he was a few feet away from her, a small puddle of blood forming near him.  "Whip!" she cried out in a horse voice.  She was shocked, but still began to crawl over him.  There were tears falling down her cheeks, but she didn't even notice at the time.  Whip had actually come to save her, even though he didn't even know her.  She couldn't figure out why she was so upset though, even after going over those facts.  But still, she was actually ready to do something she never thought she'd do in order to save him.  She'd have to turn him.

She managed to get over to him before dropping down, exhausted already.  It seemed that the drugs were quite strong, and even her system couldn't seem to flush it all out just yet.  "Whip.  You're...  You're going to die.  But...  I can turn you...  It'll hurt...  Like, like I don't know what.  But I can't...  I can't let you die." she said, gasping between her words.  She wouldn't do it unless he allowed her to, but...

[ShadowStitches]

He was in a pretty bad state already when she came over to him, his breathing ragged and
shallow,and he was fighting hard to stay conscious. He looked over at her, a little concerned since she too lookednot exactly good. His eyes flickered unsurely when she spoke to him. He knew she was right.Even if he was at the hospital in this very moment, it would be unlikely that he would make it...and the next hospital was pretty far away. He however was not exactly sure about the option she was giving him for a second. This however, was not exactly the right moment to philosophize about wether or not being turned into a vampire was something good or bad.

He tried to force a weak smile on his face, seeing how upset she was. "Well...does not seem like I have...much of a option here" He said, or better, barely choked out, before coughing again. His eyes slowly grew hazy, and he added weakly "cant be much worse then this..."

[Elektra]

Erica looked at him, unsure about what she really needed to do.  It was true that she could save him, but...  Being a vampire, though it was nice sometimes, it wasn't always the best life.  Especially for fledglings.  When you were first turned, once your body was finally reanimated from death, the first thing was pain.  Days of excrutiating pain, mixed with an odd urge.  That odd urge would later surface, and the cravings would begin.  Cravings for blood.  And because newly turned ones had such lust for blood, they couldn't control themselves, and often killed their prey, instead of drinking a small bit, and leaving the humans be.  She knew how it was, she wasn't born like some were, she was turned, and against her will.  And even though it would mean Whip's life...  She wasn't sure if she could do it to someone else.  But when she looked back at him again, he was even closer to the edge.  And then she did it.  

Closing her eyes, Erica leaned over, took a deep breath, and bit into the man's neck.  Immediatly, she released the toxins that would slowly kill him, though they would reanimate him as well, but as an undead creature of the night.  Tears flowed down her cheeks as she thought of what he'd go through, and what she herself had gone through, but it was the only way.  That was what she had to keep telling herself.  That it was the only way.  She opened her mouth, and pulled her fangs from his neck, and frowned.  She knew that the real pain would kick in after a few more minutes, and that was when they'd need to move him to a safer enviornment.  Looking around, she tried to find his friend, but couldn't, so she simply called out, hoping he was near. "Hey, I...  I turned him, and we need to get him to a safe room.  He's going to start flailing around, and we have to be able to control him...  Hurry!"

[ShadowStitches]

Whip tensed up slightly when she bit into his neck, but relaxed again quickly. He felt...weird to say the least, but not really in pain just now. He had a bad feeling that this was far from over however, and Erica's words to Rob where only confirming that...  

Rob indeed had heard her, having survived with merely a scratch actually. He jogged down the hallway and back to the room where he cam from, furrowing his forehead in sorrow. The over all picture he was seeing was not really pretty, and he hurried over to Erica and Whip. "Ah Jeez man..." he murmured when his eyes fell on the small punctures on his neck, seeing that the girl did indeed bite him. He looked over at the door where he came from "There are some...better fitted rooms down the hallway" he said, sounding almost hesistantly, as if
he did not exactly like the idea of staying here. He looked back at Erica "How much time do we have?
I know a house not far from here with some even better cellar rooms..." He carefully picked Whip up without much problems, since he most likely was almost double as heavy as Whip. "But it will take about 10 minutes with the car to get there."  He was pretty sure this would take too long, but he felt like at least giving that option.

[Elektra]

"It'll start within a few minutes, we have, at the best, two or three.  At the beginning, I can control him, since he'll be in a lot of pain, but after that happens...  Even I won't be able to hold him for long.  He'll be consumed with blood lust, and if he's not contained, he'll end up on a killing spree.  What we would normally do is allow him to bite me and that should equal quite a few human's, and in the end, it will satisfy him more than human blood will.  But..." she said, unsure of how to go on.  "Well, the problem is, that's basically like formed an unbreakable bond.  You see, whenever a vampire turns someone, that newly turned person is a fledgling, and we as their creators, per-say, are expected to look after them.  But, I don't know if I can...  And, to make it even more of a problem, that act isn't something to be taken lightly.  Taking on a fledgling I mean.  I might be a bartender, but even I am still under their rule.  And if a fledgling causes trouble, as in massacring people, their creator must not only kill them, but accept severe punishment.  I...  I'm just not ready for this kind of shit yet." Erica said, finally finishing with her explanation.  She'd already been through a lot, what, with the kidnapping and experimentation that led to her own child.  And now she didn't even know where he was, so how the hell was she supposed to deal with a fledgling.

Suddenly, she realized just how much time they were wasting.  Already, it looked like Whip was in a lot of pain, and that would only get worse.  They had to hurry.  "You know what, we can think this over later.  And, well, this place doesn't look like the best of venues to be in right now, and with all of the bodies and blood, it'll do nothing but aggravate him.  We'll risk it and drive back.  You think you can speed up the time though?" she asked while walking over to Whip.  She surveyed him, and noticed that he had sustained a bit of damage himself, and immediately constructed a kind of sling to carry him in.  "Hey, help me lift him up.  We can carry him like this to the van.  Put him in back, and step on it.  We don't have a minute to lose."

[ShadowStitches]

Rob rubbed with one hand over the back of his head, obviously still with a lot of questions in mind, and...a little afraid to say the least. "Man thats some pretty messed up sh*t you got yourselves in there" he growled, a little at a loss of words. He scurried over to help her Carry Whip, who had begun to tremble and twitch slightly in pain,whimpering. "I think I can shorten it to 6 or 5 minutes, but that will get very bumpy." he said while they hurried through the corridor, out, and to the van. When they put him in the back, Whip imidiatly curled himself up and gasped, his eyes widening when the pain was increasing permanently. Rob jumped out and ran arround the van, getting behind the stirring wheel and hit the gas. First, the tires wouldnt quite grip, causing the vehicle to screech and kick up dirt, before it was jolting heavily forward and racing across the junkyard, towards their goal.

It indeed was a pretty bumpy ride, but Whip was not really taking notice of that. after two more minutes, he  was writhing in pain, screaming through his clenched teeth. He couldnt really form a clear thought, other then that he wished nothing more then to actually die right now...

[Elektra]

Erica hurried after Rob, trying her best not to jolt Whip around to much.  Sure, if she were to use her speed, she could probably make it back to the house faster than Rob could in the van while breaking every speed limit and law available, but that would also cause Whip a lot of unecessary pain.  And from what she could tell, he was already beginning to get to the worst of the pain, which meant they were running out of time already.

When Rob dropped him in the back, and hopped into the driver's seat, it was all Erica could do to hurl herself into the back and close the doors as he took off without much warning. "You trying to lose the only person who knows how to deal with a fledgling here?" she called out, rubbing her head that she had bumped against the ceiling a few seconds ago.  Where ever they were headed, it certainly seemed like Rob was trying to hit every damn bump that they could, but it didn't really matter to Erica.  Of course, it would probably be uncomfortable for Whip, to say the least.

[ShadowStitches]

It only now came to Rob's mind that it might have been a better idea to let poor Erica come to the front seat,
but he always was more of an...practical person. "I told you it would get bumpy" he called back, before adding a slightly meek "Sorry!". A few more bumps, some very sharp turns, and a relatively short time later, the Van finally came to a screeching halt. They parked in a small backalley, next to an especially shabby house. The firs
thing Rob did was not to open the back of he van, but rather rush past it, and towards a small side door, which was blocked by some old spare wood plates and a little scrap metal, which he simply tossed out of the way before all but kicking the door open. He ran back to the Van, to help Erica with Whip again, who was still in excruciating pain, but luckily for them not moving arround as much, since he was already slightly exhausted.

The back door was connected to stairs leading directly to the cellar. The only light came from a sad little
light bulb, that flickered weakly. The cellar itself was a maze of small rooms where the inhabitants of this house could store their junk that was not fitting in the flats. that was, when there where still people really living here...The house was empty save for the ascocioal homeless peep who was seeking shelter, and maybe
a gang meeting or two, but they would not go to the cellar . They basically where cages, a lot of them empty. there still was enough stuff in the other cells,forgotten by the former owners, and some of that might come in handy, like some thick chains. Rob was pretty sure that they would not be enough to hold back a vampire, much less the bars of those 'cages', but he still felt a little better knowing that they at least where there, should they be needed. while they carried him over to one of those cells, Rob first looked down at Whip, then back at Erica "sooo...what exactly is going to happen to him now? will he simply go from this state to suddently jump up and try to attack everything with a pulse?" he asked, sounding very sceptic while saying that.

[Elektra]

Erica sighed, and then steadied herself as she got up to get out.  She waited for Rob, and then jumped out and carried Whip in with Rob's help.  They had gone past a lot of different things, and she began to get the feeling that this was a kind of cheap containment center, to put it lightly.  Sure, the chains were a bit disturbing, but she pushed those out of her thoughts, figuring that if anything, the rusty things might give them a bit of aid in restraining them, though their best bet was to try and calm Whip down enough to where he could understand and take her blood instead of several other human's lives.  

Erica rolled her eyes when Rob asked his question, but realized that even though she knew, he didn't.  "No, he'll black out soon, and when he wakes up, the lust will come.  When he blacks out, take everything that can hold one hell of a prisoner, and restrain him with it.  I know it won't help for very long, but I don't want to hurt him when trying to restrain him.  I'll try and talk him down a bit, and then he can bite me instead.  Once he does that, it should be relatively safe, but..." she said hesitantly, not sure how Rob would take this next piece of information.  "Well, I'll be living here for a while, since if I leave, my blood will only last him so long, and he doesn't really know how to monitor his feeding, and that could result in a lot of human's deaths.  So, yeah." she said, smiling awkwardly.  But suddenly her head turned, for she sensed a cease in Whip's pulse, and at that point, she knew that their real troubles had begun.  She nodded to Rob to go get everything, and then knelt beside Whip, worried if she did the right thing.

[ShadowStitches]

Rob looked at her, slight pitty showing in his eyes, but also suspicion. "that  does not sound very uh...desireable." he said with a weak attempt of humor in his voice."So you're later going to do what? show him how to...hunt roperly?"  
He was scambering of to gather together whatever might be strong enough to hold a hungry vampire back, being rather nervous about the whole situation really. He did not like being involved  in this at all, and to make things worse, he actually felt pretty bad about these two. he usually was rather good at not letting anything to do with his 'job' to get to him. Much less thinking about how he could really help others...but in this case...he was in a sort of moral dilemma.

In his final short concious moments, Whip looked up at Erica. Tho being in great pain, he still heard the majority of the conversations she had with Rob, obviously aware of what she was planning to do an what that could mean to her. Frantically he stammered "Y-you dont...have... to d-do this.....we...we can...find an o-other w-..." at this, his eyes went blank tho, closing.

A few seconds later Rob came back, imidiatly beginning to work on restraining the limp figure after a quick check. He was obviously knowing what he did, working so quick and effetiently. while working, he threw a sideways glance at Erica, sighing "listen, if there's anything else that I can do to help,
you just have to tell me...I'll come here as often as possible and safe to check on you...cant let you guys rot here, can I? might even bring a couch or something..." the last part was acompanied by a small wink, referring to the rather...vast environment, and thus lack of pretty much anything confortabel

(ugh sorry, friggin tired -.-)

[Elektra]

(Finals and Family.  The two F's.  They have tried to kill me, but hey.  I'm back.  Sorry for the delay.  ^^;;)





We've already done this much, not following it through would be dumb. she murmured to no on in particular.  Her heart was racing and there were small beads of sweat on her face, but still she knew what she had to do.  Once Rob had pretty much secured him with everything that the house had, Erica took a small shard of glass a few feet away, and slowly pricked her finger with it.  As a small cherry of blood rose up and grew, she winced ever so slightly, and then slowly raised her finger to Whip's nose.  She couldn't afford to wait for him to naturally regain conciosness, even if doing what she was doing was like a death wish.  The faster they got the main part of the change over with, the better.  "Whip.  Wake up, come on.  It's me, Erica.  You know, that bartender vamp that got you killed?  Come on..."

[ShadowStitches]

(oh my...I hope everything went out okay? the big F's can be pretty harsh ^^''

and sorry, I'm in quite the rush, so just a short post)

Just when he into a see of comforting black, something was pulling him out again. A sort of...smell. And it was heavenly, tho he could not really place it just yet. Plus a faint, but somewhat familiar voice. He opened his eyes, but closed them emidiatly again, wincing at the, at least to him, bright light.
The smell was still there tho, and he forced himself to open his eyes again. He quickly realized that everything seemed a little more intense. smell, sight, hearing...it was like he could feel the pulse of the earth. Or was it
of something else? He only now realized just what he smelled. Usually, he should have been shocked , but the realisation that it was blood only made something in him wanting it even more. He was dizzy, irritated, orientationless and hungry, and he felt that something, that lust, was already making him slightly annoyed and angry. He glared at Erica, trying to move, only to find out that he was bound. "Hey. Whats the matter with this" he hissed, his voice hoarse and angry, almost like a growl. He seemed to have not really puzzeled together the past events, and frankly, he did not really care... He leaned against the restrains, not struggeling too hard, but still obviously not happy about this.

[Elektra]

"Ah, you're awake then?" Erica said, relieved.  If something had gone wrong, or he simply wasn't strong enough to begin with and had ended up dead, she would've been horrified, since all of this had happened because of her.  Getting kidnapped by Ricky's men, getting Whip and Rob into all of this trouble, and then, to top it all off, Whip getting shot.  If she had been on her guard, this wouldn't have had to happen...

She was jolted out of her thoughts when Whip, or something inside of him, seemed to take over, and he began struggling against the chains.  Erica knew it was only a matter of time before he broke free of those using his new found strength, so she had to act fast.  "Whip, get a hold of youself!" she snarled, taking control.  "Get a hold of yourself, and bite my neck.  This is the only way to make sure you don't go on a mass killing spree and get me in some serious trouble.  Just do it, but you'll have to find it in yourself to stop.  I trust you, so hurry up and do it."

[ShadowStitches]

Rob felt like this was a very inapropriate moment to point out that...usually, Whip was not nesscesarily someone you should trust. on the other hand, he technically got himself killed to save her.
Still, Rob was not sure if this would work out, and if he would be able to pull Whip away if anything bad happened...

Whip looked at Erica, his eyes reflecting an incredible animalistic hungre and almost anger, but also a very deep uneasiness. However, he would not get asked twice to bite her, that urge was just a little too strong.
So he did sink his new fangs into her neck when she offered it, and was almost overwhelmed by the...whole expirience. it felt and tasted like nothing he could have compared it to, and that hunger in him tired to push him further. He felt like he almost got too close to a critic point, when he suddently jerked back, as if he punched himself mentally. He just stared at her, the hunger completely gone now, and only fear and surprise on his features. "Erica? are...are you alright?" he asked feebly.