Where Boys Fear to Tread [private invite]

[Asphyxia]

Today was the day of surprises and discoveries. Gerard had discovered that he did have somewhat of a soft side for the young and lucid couple. But just that small of a soft side that was terribly insignificant, anyone could ignore it like if it were naturally blended to a background of a picture. The bright greens strayed momentarily from their sharp focus on the enemy to fall on the much taller rock star as he made a sick movement, noticing the sickening smell of blood filling the scent of the air. The angel hybrid had gotten a lustful streak for it, momentarily focusing on the vital veins gushing through the boy's body but focused out of it, zoning to a different target: Lilly. Even if the lovely but sharp paining fragrance had already spread around the air, Gerard could follow the source. The fierce interruption of Caleb gliding over the stairwell like if there were only a pair of steps in between each case startled the vampire at how agile had been his strides. What had startled him even more was how the love-struck boy stepped up in his own game, finally realizing that his other half could be at the verge of something beyond immortality, something both would regret if they didn't do something about it. Like a flabbergasted owner in disbelief, the raven haired man flew up the stairs with blinding speed that a human eye couldn't possibly follow even if they tried, but would see maybe little glimpses of blurred raven. In the back of his mind, part of the rock star hoped that the young boy wouldn't simply do this out of spite as much as he wanted to crush him but the thought dissipated, turning into burning blindness of water falling against a glass window; like water thrown a fresh painted canvas. Zion had simple disappeared from their peripherals just like a ghost, something Gerard couldn't bring to fathom even further since the scent that glued to Zion had disappeared along with his act. "Caleb," was the jagged breath of a semi-nervous and mildly tired Gerard as he reached wherever the saint had stopped at. "Lilly." The simple words would probably be enough--hopefully--to get his mind partially away from this unexplainable situation so they'd go look for the damsel instead. The salty smell had become heavier as if blood were pouring instead of just dripping with slow death. "We need to go rescue Lilly. That scent. That stinging scent of salt is the smell of her blood," he explained more carefully perhaps hoping this would shake some sense into him even more than just a simple wording.

Up above in one of the rooms not far away from the stairwell the two men were in to rescue the young beauty was settled neatly on a bed a girl with crimson colored hair. Although the position of the seemingly sleeping beauty was such to seem stunning, the way her head had been tilted canceled all hazy air of dizzying beauty. Ruby dripped slowly from her arms and from her exposed stomach. The hair blended in such a way that it seemed like blood was flowing all over her, but the porcelain tone of her skin gave the relief of knowing exactly where blood had been cascading from. Her arms were adjoined by the wrist, the skin slightly chaffed from the restrains so tightly around her skin. If the skimpy attire had been any more torn, the goddess would be exposed completely. Her tank top had been ripped to a way that only covered her chest and her barely covering thigh shorts had been torn slightly to reveal part of her pelvis and some of skin over her hips. Syringes were scattered nearby on the floor, on the bed and over a table from the drugs that had been injected in her dead veins. The necklace she wore with the ruby colored, heart-shaped gem was still intact, nestled somewhere in her matted hair. The porcelain tone over her facial features had taken an olive hue, her hips had taken a pale, lavender tint and so had her eyes.

[sorry for the crappy reply :3]

[Little Lion]

Gone. The word was a nuclear bomb in Caleb's mind. Dropping, exploding in a breaking wind and leaving behind nothing but a numb, desolate feeling.
He had been right on Zion's heels, only loosing him for the instant it took to close the stretch of flat hallway and round the corner. He'd seen the door shut and now stood in it's open wake. Nothing. Nothing. How was that possible? Where had he gone. The windows were shut, nothing even fluttered in the room. Disheartened and still raging, the star stumbled back into the hallway. His hands were at his head, gripping into his temples. Where was his link? Where was his love. The inward ache was turning physical and the pang of his own heart beat grayer in his vision. His own name hadn't penetrated his scattering, screaming thoughts. "Lilly" It was faint in his mind, but it stayed. The name repeated in his own mind's voice - Lilly. A peace flooded him, his elbows collapsing from the back of his head together in the front. His face disappeared behind the triangle for a long moment. How? Where? The words pulsated in his head. What was he supposed to do? Rescue The distressed, tormented lover peered between his elbows at Gerard. He was trying to understand the depth of the impossible situation. It's consequence was settling in slowly. His hands released his hair, his arms slowly unraveled from his head and fell to his sides. A glassy gaze looked back up the steps, his body subconsciously stepping towards the trailing gaze. The movements were numb, like a sleepwalker following a whispered command. Finally, his feet met the stairs again and jagged steps carried his form upwards just a few more flights. Somewhere he stopped and placed his hand on one of many doors, his fingers slid down the wooden frame to the handle. The strings of his heart glided in anticipation. An anticipation that racked at his mind which in turn retaliated on his knees, threatening to drop the giant if he guessed the wrong door. His fingers closed around the metal, warmer then his skin which had long since iced over in his dread. The handle turned and stopped halfway. Quickly, the man's knuckles turned white, frustration wracking his frame. An unfamiliar warmth filled his veins, flooding up from his feet in a lightening spasm. His gentle nature was erased in his own despair and frustration at yet another obstacle between him and his lost love caused an anger unusual to him. His hand came down harder on the handle, the metal groaning a protest to having it's locks forced. The wood joined the whines, taking the side of a traitor and screaming for the man to stop. A satisfying crunch came from the door and dissipated Caleb's whirlwind emotions. A push and the door swung open and released the collecting smell of his lover's life. He ignored the sickening wrench in his stomach, the hopeful blues were to absorbed with her figure but their brilliant color was zapped. The lover's indescribable frets ached deep in his being, pulling tight on every organ as if to snuff out his own life in case the one he loved didn't make it. The agony momentarily turned him older then he could ever be perceived. A fear wrinkled deep creases onto his forehead expressing the dizzying concern for the barely moving, fragile frame of "Lilly?" Only a whispered breath left his lips in the tone of 'are you alright?'


(I'd say Gerard is safe to go for the snake-boy, or after Lilly is sought to, he shall be hunted!)

[Dara]

Zion just had to be patient. He would wait in his serpentine form little longer as he waited for the Heros to seek out thier damsel. Then he would make his escape a clean get away. But to do that hhe had to once more embrace his human form as he was faster on two legs than None at all. Quietly once the coast was clear now human again he slipped back into the hallway running down the steps trying to be as quiet as possible.Not wanting to alert the two men upstairs as he hurried down and towards the exit.

(i had nothing so I just kinda babbled feel free to catch him or whatever)