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rainbowfic2014-08-04 02:26 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-08-04 02:26 am
Barbados Blue #6, Ibiza Blue #2
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Barbados Blue #6 (Ocean view), Ibiza Blue #2 (Electrix - At The Beach)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (TVTropes: Anchors Away, Smooch of Victory)
Word Count: 1,185
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, blood, drama related thereto.
Summary: Lance finally gets to those fish. Bad things happen, and he has a very awkward day, but maybe it'll all work out?
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The water was boiling; the tide was high enough to lash at the windows of houses, full of trash and branches whipping around in short-lived whirlpools. It would have been a really interesting phenomenon had he not had more important things to do. Both of the fey-touched in the group were just running around the fish, clearly trying to get away and not having much luck; while for the most part, the fish floated around glassy-eyed and bumping into things, they took on a sudden burst of speed when they began to attack. The other vampire, the girl, was down with them, fangs and claws bared. She seemed to be doing her best to lay into one of the attacking without actually touching it, leaping back and forth. It didn't seem to notice. They were all brightly-striped with oversized, spiny fins, and if it weren't for their sheer size making it hard for more than one to attack at once, things looked like they would have gotten much worse very quickly.
Lance swung down into a semi-secluded parking space behind a building and hopped out. Bird was right behind him.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" asked Bird.
"Just deal with the messages." Lance popped open the trunk and handed Bird a short stack of papers, then grabbed his bag and gun.
"Uhm..." At first he just stared at the papers, folded and taped with group numbers on the outside. "Okay. Do you know what kind of fish those are, by the way?"
"No," Lance nearly snapped. "Is that all?"
"Uh, I mean- those are lionfish. They're a venomous invasive species. I'll leave now." Bird fished a plastic bag out of the side of the trunk to put the papers in before Lance closed the trunk.
"Great."
Lance started running then. The area was on a slight decline, and for the most part the houses were built in crooked rows. Tiny, trendy shops and restaurants sat between them. He was still a couple of blocks off- he didn't want to get the car too close to the fish- but he still wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there.
"Hey!" Lance called, but they didn't seem to hear.
As he came around a building, the fish were circling, and the three of them were getting herded into a circle. The fey-touched woman- she looked a little older, maybe in her thirties or forties- seemed to realize this, and as one fish opened its maw and floated towards her, she bolted.
One fish bolted after her; she flung herself out of the way; she got her feet under her; another fish charged towards her, knocking the man flat into the rising surf, and snatched her up in its fangs.
There was screaming, and Lance nearly tripped over his own feet.
Screaming almost in harmony, the vampire girl leapt at the fish, landing on its head and ripping at its eyes and braincase with her claws. The fish didn't seem to notice, lazily working its mouth, not quite swallowing her. It didn't seem to have a sense of pain.
He paused a moment, then picked up a large decorative rock from a nearby path and hurled it at the fish hard enough to bounce off. It turned.
"Hey! They're chasing movement! Lure it into an alley and we'll pry her out!"
The vampire girl looked at him, wavering on the fish's head, but she didn't respond immediately- he started running again. A couple of the fish took notice. He grit his teeth, waving his bag a little to make himself a bigger target; they charged; he kept running.
Somehow, high on adrenaline, they missed him, and somewhere behind the fish, he saw the little fish with the woman in its mouth moving. One fish crashed into a phone pole, another into the first fish; sparks started flying. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to go the way he did, he couldn't see what was going on, but he was there. In the alley. He stopped to catch his breath. The fish bobbed at the entrance, its mouth working, but as much as it shoved, it couldn't quite fit. It was something.
He hopped the fence at the end of the alley and ran back around, just in time to see the little vampire girl had found- somewhere- an old, rusty ship's anchor on a chain. Just behind the fish, he could see the fey-touched man in the alley- a bit too large- pressed up against the wall as the fish slowly pressed its way inside.
The vampire leapt at the fish, swinging the chain like a morningstar with an incredible shriek of rage.
The fish damn near exploded.
Seconds later, Lance made it over to their alley, climbing over dead fish to get to the wounded woman. The vampire girl was holding her, rocking slightly back and forth, not looking directly at her; there was a lot of blood, but the woman was still conscious, at least. The man looked like he was trying not to faint from terror.
"Are either of you trained in first aid?" Lance said, trying not to show the shakiness he was feeling.
They both looked up at him then; the man shook his head.
"Please tell me you can help her," said the vampire girl. Her name was some kind of flower, he remembered. Lance was bad at names.
"I can try. We're going to have to get her somewhere safer and cleaner, though." His mind worked; he had basic first aid supplies in his bag, but that might not cover it. If they ran for the car, the fish would notice, and God knew where the fish would end up if they didn't deal with them now. For a moment, he regretted sending the other vampire along no matter what else needed to be done- but that decision was made. "If we can find a house or a shop we can get into, can you distract them?"
"Y-yeah. I can do that. Can you take her?" Her face was still warped and inhuman- she was in what his old friends used to call Nosferatu Mode- but there was an obvious pain in it.
"I will." Lance took the bag off hia shoulder and laid it against the wall next to his gun. As he did, the fey-touched woman grabbed the vampire's hand.
"Thank you for saving me," she croaked. "You were awesome, okay? Remember that." She kissed the vampire's long, sharp-clawed fingers, and they stared at each other with looks that made him feel like he'd walked straight into the deep end of something.
"No. You're going to be okay and we're all going to be safe," the girl replied. "I can't deal with this right now."
"Hey," Lance said to the guy, mentally agreeing with the vampire girl, if for very different reasons. "Take those, will you? We have to get out of here."
Across the way, he spotted what looked like a little clothing shop with glass-fronted doors. That could be perfect...
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Barbados Blue #6 (Ocean view), Ibiza Blue #2 (Electrix - At The Beach)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (TVTropes: Anchors Away, Smooch of Victory)
Word Count: 1,185
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, blood, drama related thereto.
Summary: Lance finally gets to those fish. Bad things happen, and he has a very awkward day, but maybe it'll all work out?
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The water was boiling; the tide was high enough to lash at the windows of houses, full of trash and branches whipping around in short-lived whirlpools. It would have been a really interesting phenomenon had he not had more important things to do. Both of the fey-touched in the group were just running around the fish, clearly trying to get away and not having much luck; while for the most part, the fish floated around glassy-eyed and bumping into things, they took on a sudden burst of speed when they began to attack. The other vampire, the girl, was down with them, fangs and claws bared. She seemed to be doing her best to lay into one of the attacking without actually touching it, leaping back and forth. It didn't seem to notice. They were all brightly-striped with oversized, spiny fins, and if it weren't for their sheer size making it hard for more than one to attack at once, things looked like they would have gotten much worse very quickly.
Lance swung down into a semi-secluded parking space behind a building and hopped out. Bird was right behind him.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" asked Bird.
"Just deal with the messages." Lance popped open the trunk and handed Bird a short stack of papers, then grabbed his bag and gun.
"Uhm..." At first he just stared at the papers, folded and taped with group numbers on the outside. "Okay. Do you know what kind of fish those are, by the way?"
"No," Lance nearly snapped. "Is that all?"
"Uh, I mean- those are lionfish. They're a venomous invasive species. I'll leave now." Bird fished a plastic bag out of the side of the trunk to put the papers in before Lance closed the trunk.
"Great."
Lance started running then. The area was on a slight decline, and for the most part the houses were built in crooked rows. Tiny, trendy shops and restaurants sat between them. He was still a couple of blocks off- he didn't want to get the car too close to the fish- but he still wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there.
"Hey!" Lance called, but they didn't seem to hear.
As he came around a building, the fish were circling, and the three of them were getting herded into a circle. The fey-touched woman- she looked a little older, maybe in her thirties or forties- seemed to realize this, and as one fish opened its maw and floated towards her, she bolted.
One fish bolted after her; she flung herself out of the way; she got her feet under her; another fish charged towards her, knocking the man flat into the rising surf, and snatched her up in its fangs.
There was screaming, and Lance nearly tripped over his own feet.
Screaming almost in harmony, the vampire girl leapt at the fish, landing on its head and ripping at its eyes and braincase with her claws. The fish didn't seem to notice, lazily working its mouth, not quite swallowing her. It didn't seem to have a sense of pain.
He paused a moment, then picked up a large decorative rock from a nearby path and hurled it at the fish hard enough to bounce off. It turned.
"Hey! They're chasing movement! Lure it into an alley and we'll pry her out!"
The vampire girl looked at him, wavering on the fish's head, but she didn't respond immediately- he started running again. A couple of the fish took notice. He grit his teeth, waving his bag a little to make himself a bigger target; they charged; he kept running.
Somehow, high on adrenaline, they missed him, and somewhere behind the fish, he saw the little fish with the woman in its mouth moving. One fish crashed into a phone pole, another into the first fish; sparks started flying. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to go the way he did, he couldn't see what was going on, but he was there. In the alley. He stopped to catch his breath. The fish bobbed at the entrance, its mouth working, but as much as it shoved, it couldn't quite fit. It was something.
He hopped the fence at the end of the alley and ran back around, just in time to see the little vampire girl had found- somewhere- an old, rusty ship's anchor on a chain. Just behind the fish, he could see the fey-touched man in the alley- a bit too large- pressed up against the wall as the fish slowly pressed its way inside.
The vampire leapt at the fish, swinging the chain like a morningstar with an incredible shriek of rage.
The fish damn near exploded.
Seconds later, Lance made it over to their alley, climbing over dead fish to get to the wounded woman. The vampire girl was holding her, rocking slightly back and forth, not looking directly at her; there was a lot of blood, but the woman was still conscious, at least. The man looked like he was trying not to faint from terror.
"Are either of you trained in first aid?" Lance said, trying not to show the shakiness he was feeling.
They both looked up at him then; the man shook his head.
"Please tell me you can help her," said the vampire girl. Her name was some kind of flower, he remembered. Lance was bad at names.
"I can try. We're going to have to get her somewhere safer and cleaner, though." His mind worked; he had basic first aid supplies in his bag, but that might not cover it. If they ran for the car, the fish would notice, and God knew where the fish would end up if they didn't deal with them now. For a moment, he regretted sending the other vampire along no matter what else needed to be done- but that decision was made. "If we can find a house or a shop we can get into, can you distract them?"
"Y-yeah. I can do that. Can you take her?" Her face was still warped and inhuman- she was in what his old friends used to call Nosferatu Mode- but there was an obvious pain in it.
"I will." Lance took the bag off hia shoulder and laid it against the wall next to his gun. As he did, the fey-touched woman grabbed the vampire's hand.
"Thank you for saving me," she croaked. "You were awesome, okay? Remember that." She kissed the vampire's long, sharp-clawed fingers, and they stared at each other with looks that made him feel like he'd walked straight into the deep end of something.
"No. You're going to be okay and we're all going to be safe," the girl replied. "I can't deal with this right now."
"Hey," Lance said to the guy, mentally agreeing with the vampire girl, if for very different reasons. "Take those, will you? We have to get out of here."
Across the way, he spotted what looked like a little clothing shop with glass-fronted doors. That could be perfect...
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So, right now, I'm having some issues with not making the fish in the immediate vicinity growl. Call it- being inspired by this fic.
(Also yay blood; for the blood, it pleases me.)
All in all, thank you for posting!
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*googles* Holy crap, fish growl! That's totally going in the second half of the fic. (Not sure I understand what you mean by the third sentence, though?)
Thank you for reading. :3
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As for the third sentence- I hope this is not TMI -it's kind of an open secret that I have some form of sanguiphilia. A warning for blood basically assured my readership~.
(I'm still working on my reading backlog. It was larger than estimated.)
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(I have yet to start on mine. There were a looot of Skindiving fics. >_>)
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We shall see, I hope. Thanks for reading!