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[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

  Thatcher's eyes shifted around them, noticing that no one had walked by in a good twenty minutes. That was odd. Snow still lined the sidewalks almost perfectly. Streets were still somewhat covered in a thin lining - like no one was doing work today. Was everything thing closed today? What that a thing in this town? Another strange thing about extremely small towns, he supposed. Despite his attempts to brush it off, it kept on bringing itself up in his mind. Trying to tell him it's an important detail he was missing.
   "Oh, It's okay. It'll only take a moment. I'll just give him this and be on my way." The boy started, shifting his body and starting to make his way toward the door despite her request. 
   "She said no." Thatcher hissed, sidestepping his way towards the guy and firmly grabbing his arm. The scarf had fallen off his neck, since he was no longer using his hand to hold it up. The cold hit him like a brick wall, sending a quick shiver down his body - making all of his muscles tense even more. Now his eyes were intensely focused on the male in front of him, meeting green eyes with such strange blue ones.
   Such strange blue eyes
   He couldn't help but stare at them, even thought the boy was quickly trying to remove himself from Thatcher's grasp. The visible ring around his eye was making it more and more obvious that he was wearing contacts of some sort. Now, Thatcher found that quite strange since it seemed parts of his real blue eye was showing close to his pupil. Why would you wear the same contact color as your real eye? This was a note he made in his head to really pay attention to. 
    "Let go!" The boy grumbled, shaking his arm around and pulling back. But then as the bigger male in front of him didn't and just studied his face - he looked away and stared at the culprit's arm. "If you don't let go, I'll rip it off." He hissed in a much lower tone, snarling his teeth. And there it was, that simple snarl made his mouth more visible. Teeth more visible. Enough to show that a few of them were different than that of a humans. All the mental notes Thatcher had made in his head clicked together like perfect puzzle pieces and his eyes went wide.
   It all seemed to go in a blur, just like Strigoi moved - fast and meaningful. It had been plenty of times that this had happened, but so long ago, that Thatcher was pinned to the ground by one of these undead. The boy had forcefully removed his arm, using his added strength, and jumped on him. It caused both of them to go tumbling in the snow. Thatcher wasn't prepared. Wasn't ready for them to be smart enough to deceive him. Normally, they would just straight up attack - with no attempt of hiding who they were. He had to give this boy props, he was good.
   But that wasn't what he needed to worry about now. All he needed was the stake at his hip and he would be okay. But with this stupid boy's crazy strength and the fact that he was snapping at any part of his body wasn't helping.

[Robin]

Sabrina stood, now on high alert as Thatcher got into it with the man from the hotel. It was hard for her to keep still and calm, while she was getting such a bad feeling about what could happen here. When the guy went for the door again, Sabrina shifted now getting tense as she got ready to strike him if need be. But Thatcher seemed to be handling it, which she had to admire-his tenacity even if she was attempting to hate him and move forward. Sabrina frowned watching their altercation, and getting more and more confused as she put pieces together. He wore contacts. Why? Why would he need to change his eye color? Unless….. But Sabrina broke the thought off when she heard a definitive change in Thatcher’s tone. He was clearly now angry and on high alert to the situation. As much as they had a job to do now, keep this wacko away from Mr. Clyne, there was something about seeing Thatcher in action that was just pretty cool-hands on experience for once. Of the non romantic variety of course. But then her mind was back where it needed to be and it all came together-this wasn’t some garden variety wackjob. This was a strigoi a real live strigoi. Suddenly the adrenaline and terror started pulsing through her veins. It happened in slow motion in Sabrina’s mind, the strigoi attacked Thatcher and brought him to the ground. The one thing Sabrina hadn’t been ready for, was for Thatcher to be caught off guard. Sabrina froze for a moment-the shock taking hold of her. But thankfully instinct kicked in and she launched into action. Drawing the stake from her holster on her hip she ran to the strigoi and stabbed, only it didn’t land properly, they were moving too much for a clear shot and plus she didn’t want to end up missing and hitting Thatcher.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    The boy suddenly paused, letting out a roar of pain from deep in his throat. Despite the fact that it hit wrong, it still sent waves of agony throughout his lungs. He snapped his teeth towards Sabrina angrily and left most of his attention towards her - thought he still had the other male pinned down. This gave Thatcher the perfect opportunity to begin frantically unlatching his stake from its sheath. The cold metal felt so good, so familiar in his hands. It's weight perfectly balanced in his experienced palms. But he had no time to dwell on memories. Dwell on anything other than killing this mother fucker in front of him.
    His hand moved in a quick blur as he aimed the pointed tip towards the little "messenger boy's" chest. It hit perfectly - right in that spot between the ribs that would damage the heart. A quick, eat ringing screech snapped through the air like a whip before he flopped over onto the cold snow. He released his grip from Thatcher who in turn, changed their positions. He was now on top, holding the steak to use his weight to push it deeper into his chest. It was surprisingly resistant - just like every other time. But he knew what to do. Keep it in there till there was no life in his eyes.
Blood poured out of his chest in warm waves, soaking into the cloth of his hotel shirt. Thatcher was more focused on the boy's eyes - who were flying around in the sockets before stopping towards the sky. The life began to drain. All movement stopped except for the boy's mouth.
    "You're dead." He managed to whisper before all muscle movement ceased.
    Thatcher removed the metal stake from his chest, crimson dripping from it's tip. His breath was heavy - even though he was trying to conceal it. It was hard when adrenaline was seeping into your bloodstream in gallons. Muscles shook in excitement and plumes of smoke rose from his chest. The cold air seemed to burn his now hot lungs. He wasn't cold anymore. He was actually beginning to sweat under all the jackets and scarves he had on. So he removed that gray slip of cloth he had around his neck and wrapped it around Sabrina - care seeping into his eyes.
    "Are you okay?" He mumbled, careful of his words as he made sure it was secure around her. It was understanding if she was scared. This was, after all, probably one of her first encounters with these types of creatures. His gaze met with hers for only a second before drifting off to their surroundings. They needed to stay focused.
    "When there is one, there are many." He mumbled, skipping over her answer (or silence), "We need to get Mr.-" And damned if he wasn't right. Again, another strigoi came back behind Thatcher, latching onto his arm with it's sharp teeth through all the clothes. He yelped out in surprised pain before shifting his body so he could stab the woman in the stomach. Knowing it wouldn't kill her. All it did was cause the same reaction from her, but caused her to step away long enough for the male to be prepared for a fight.
    Blood started to make it's way onto the snow from every direction. The Messenger boy, The woman strigoi, and from his own arm. Pain was starting to pulsate and adrenaline was now on a high. Every memory he was trying to hold back was coming back in waves. The snow. The cold. The strigoi. It was all too similar to that day in the mountains. His body shifted towards Sabrina - more worried about her than anything else. Fucking Hell He thought, eyeing the group of people now making their way down the street in a brisk dash through snow.
    "Sabrina!" He roared, taking a few steps back onto the street as to keep his distance from the countering woman in front of him, "Get Mr. Clyne and leave!" His words were demanding and absolute. Acting more like the teacher that he really was as he stared at her.

(sorry. I rushed at the end after I realized it was getting so long -flails-
and I didn't want to have a Stragoi directly attack her unless you wanted it xD)

[Robin]

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[Robin]

Sabrina watched the situation an unsettling feeling filling her up inside. The kid was screaming and bloody as Thatcher handled the situation. She wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. So this was the first strigoi she had attacked, hadn’t even been able to kill it. How pathetic was that? But now wasn’t the time she could deal with that pathetic feeling because they were in the literal think of this. Suddenly Thatcher was stabbing the kid through the heart and it was done. The strigoi thudded to the ground, crimson flooding onto the crisp white snow. No stopping the display of the bloodshed that had occurred.
Sabrina thought that was it, the evil thing was dead and their job was done. Only…that wasn’t the case. She watched the life die in the animal’s eyes with a deep sigh. It didn’t feel…satisfying for some reason. Because the entire situation scared the hell out of here, that she wasn’t cut out for this or that this would be too much. Sabrina shivered, partly from the cold but partly because of the monster’s last words-directed at Thatcher who, well, she didn’t know what Thatcher was to her now, only that she cared about him much more than was okay for either of them.
Sabrina grimaced, trying to hide the fear in her stormy gaze as she watched him. In spite of his best attempts, it was obvious he was trying to pretend he wasn’t short of breath or full of adrenaline. That he hadn’t just killed another thing that used to be human. That this wasn’t going to add another layer of ice to his cold cold heart, hardened by times just like this one. Suddenly he was looking at her, not just watching but looking at her, the way she could feel deep down. The look that showed how much he really cared about her-no filter-no rules.
And god did that hurt, because she couldn’t look at him the way, not if she wanted to live her life the right way. And feeling him touch-even through a million layers of clothes burned her, it wasn’t fair. So she just nodded when he spoke, faking a smile, and put a hand to the grey cloth now around her neck. But there wasn’t time to dwell on what never should’ve happened. Out of nowhere there was more of them and it was so terrifying it seemed to happen in slow motion, at least in the blonde dhampir’s head. Another had latched onto Thatcher and was tearing into him. No mercy, nothing but hatred. But he was fighting back so she shouldn’t be afraid.

This was Thatcher, he couldn’t lose. He really really couldn’t. Blood was everywhere, his, theirs, Sabrina had no idea. It was impossible to tell. He was talking to her-trying to say something but all she could hear was her own pulsing blood in her ears. Heart racing just out of fear. She just looked at him, unmoving as the blood fell drop by drop drip by drip on the dove white snow. When he commanded her, now completely removed from any feeling but the mission, Sabrina was completely torn. He wanted her to do her job protect the moroi and leave him. Which made sense if her heart wasn’t totally against it. But there was no time. So Sabrina did what she was supposed to, ran into the building.
Mr. Clyne. She found him in a corner talking in hushed tones with an…odd looking man and without a word, grabbed him running madly for the back door and out into the freezing cold again. Looking around desperately she found their car and shoved him inside hopping in the driver’s seat herself. She was going back to the hotel. That was their direction if anything went awry. Go to the hotel then call for some emergency backup. She did the right thing, left Thatcher to die.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    The heavy door of the hotel room finally swung open violently - hitting the wall behind in in the process. Thatcher came stumbling in behind it, blue eyes barely open. Bruises covered his face. A couple on his cheek, a cut above his eyes. Snow was all over his clothes like a white blanket and melting quickly into his clothes from the heat of indoors. His lungs were moving quickly, sometimes slow, in a strange dance as he gasped for breath. His consciousness was barely hanging on as he came in grasping his side with both palms.
    His left sleeve was completely red at one of his wounds. Blood had forced one of his eyes closed from a gash in his brow, and a bit of blood was coming out of a busted lip. Under all of his jackets, that was all you could see.
    Sabrina wasn't on his mind - for once - because he could barely get his mind around anything. He just wanted to sit, lay down, anything. His whole body was a mixture of pain and pure ecstasy from all of the bites he had sustained. Blue eyes just trailed the floor for a moment before he crumbled to the ground. He pressed his back against the wall in the tiny foyer of the room and took in a few breathes, trying to not focus on what was sitting under his palms and more on the fact that he was finally gaining some satisfaction from sitting down. Every muscle in his body was screaming with joy for a break. 

[Robin]

As soon as she had returned to the hotel, Sabrina had rang for back up and they came, despite there always being too few guardians to go around, mr. Clyne was a very well respected figure and they found the room. So as soon as the dhampir guardians arrived to protect mr Clyne Sabrina left him and went down to the hotel lobby, to wait for thatcher...who might never come back because she had out the job first. If he was dead Sabrina wouldn't forgive herself. That much she was sure of. But infuriatingly they insisted she couldn't go out to look for him it was 'too dangerous.' So the dhampir resigned herself to pacing the hotel lobby, waiting, even praying a bit, and suddenly she saw him. In came thatcher, stumbling in and clearly fresh from the fight. Ignoring everything else Sabrina shoved people in the busy lobby aside till she reached thatcher quickly she started to pull him up keeping him steady against her. " okay.okay we have to get you back to the school, they need to fix all of this. I called for back up so Clyne will be fine but I'll drive you back" there was noting but removed logic in her voice. Sabrina couldn't handle being emotional right now, if she gave in to feeling right now it would be pointless to both of them.

we can skip back to the infirmary at the academy? 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    Thatcher sat on the edge of his hospital bed, finding it monotonous to just lie there like the injured man he was. It had been, what?, three years since he had been in the infirmary like this? However long it was, it still didn't change the fact that he hated hospitals, especially the one in this damn school. The gray walls of the place were draining him of his sanity with the few hours he had gained consciousness.
    His side hurt like hell, just like the rest of his body. Bruises on his face were now fully darkened, purple or almost black, and all wounds were bandaged or wrapped up. He felt completely restricted in his movements. If he moved a little too much this way or that, a surge of pain would fractal up from his core. Not to mention he had a needle in his arm dripping "pain killers" into his body. His eyes trailed up to the machine with familiar buttons. He pressed a little arrow up, increasing his dosage, and it immediately made him feel better. Much less pain. Much less consciousness as well.
    As sleep began to crawl up in his mind, he couldn't help but just stare absent mindedly outside the window. Snow still covered the ground, but this time it thankfully wasn't drenched in red.
    His heart began to beat a little faster as his sleepy mind wandered off into a dream-like state. Memories of that event years ago were floating around in his mind - shortening his breath. He suddenly felt even more constricted than before. Like a python was tightening around his body. He couldn't breathe. His heart was beating too fast. He was panicking. There was nothing he felt like he could do to stop it. All of a sudden, he just forced himself to lie back down on the bed and close his eyes.
    He couldn't sleep but at least it was beginning to make his breathing more even.
    In an attempt to gain control of his mind, he tried to remember the good in the trip. And all that came to mind was Sabrina. Sabrina and what they had done.

[Robin]

Sabrina had barely been breathing the entire trip back to st vladimirs. All she could think of was what would happen if thatcher didn't make it? What if he died because she had left and done what she was supposed to instead of fighting with him? What if he died? What the hell was she going to do if he died?  Mercifully, though Sabrina wasnt all that religious, god or fate or something had stepped in and let him live at least long enough to have a chance. So as they rushed him into an operating room to check things out, Sabrina was left standing in the middle of the infirmary hallway, her clothes now dappled and drenched in spots with crimson blood. Thatchers blood, blood spilled unnecessarily because of how evil the strigoi were. She wanted new clothes, didn't what to feel like this but the only other option was a hospital gown and well, that was worse considering her luck with hospitals. It felt like days were going by as she paced the infirmary waiting room, the nurses tried to coheres her into sitting and resting or at least being checked. But the blood on her clothes wasnt hers. She wasnt sick, at least not physically no. Sabrina was resigned to making herself sick by thinking, her mind raced from worst case scenario to worst case scenario. She couldn't find a way to be hopeful. After way too much time passing for her liking, a doctor came into the waiting area and found her. She was allowed to see thatcher but the way the doctor looked terrified her. He gave no indication of how he was, or what they'd done to him. Slightly infuriated and plenty scared, Sabrina found her way back to the room thatcher was in. Hesitantly she opened the door attempting to be quiet in Case he was sleeping. And he was, which she was grateful for as she eased herself into the chair beside his bed. That gave her time to look less afraid, less of a coward. But she was so thankful to see him breathing, there weren't words. Eventually he started to wake, about two hours later and she sat up, attentively watching as his eyes slowly opened and smiled speaking softly " hey. So your alive"

[Robin]

Meep merp

[Robin]

Hey

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    Thatcher glanced over towards Sabrina, a little confused at first - but slowly transforming into a true smile. Not something faked or forced, but a smile that lit up his tired eyes and made most of his features glow a little bit. Seeing Sabrina made him more comfortable, happy. Right now, he wasn't worried about all the student-teacher relationship taboos. Or what they did that one night. Or anything bad like that. To be honest, he was probably too drugged up to even try to think about it. Either way, he was happy to see her face - still alive and not in as bad of condition as himself.
    His body shifted around in the bed before he made an attempt to pick himself up. This resulted in a wave of pain to flow through his body that made getting up not worth it. He took in a quick intake of breath and flopped back down against the bed.
    "Yeah." He muttered, his eyes back on her, "Barely, but yeah. Are you okay?"

[Robin]

Sabrina watched him cautiously fearful that he wouldn't be happy to see her or would turn her away because of  had passed between them now that they were back around his peers at the academy or at the very worst he wold hate her for leaving him. Thankfully the confusion on his face slowly cleared and he smiled. The smile filled her with a total sense of relief and she smiled back, taking a deep breath to calm whatever nerves she had left from earlier on. Seeing him start to move she watched attentively, stiffening slightly to ready herself if something totally unlikely but still catastrophic were to happen. Sabrina winced when he fell back and wanted to reach out and touch him, try to ease some of his pain, but drew back hesitantly. It wasnt right of her to do that no matter how she felt, it wasnt about her. This was the job. This was her life. Smiling weakly she nodded, blonde locks fallen slowly across her face, " I'm fine. Not a scratch on me" she added softly, a bitter note in her last words. She felt guilty.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

He took in a long breath before letting out a content sigh. "Good." He muttered, worsening his bedhead as he glanced up at the ceiling. He eyed the square tiles in silence for a moment as he tried to collect his muddled up thoughts. While the medicine was getting rid of all his pain, it wasn't helping his words very much. He felt sleepy, but didn't want to sleep, so his thoughts were a mixture of SLEEP NOW and jumbled up stories. "I'm glad." He finally managed, still staring at the ceiling. His arm, that actually didn't hurt when he lifted it, covered his eyes - trying to get comfortable and block some of the lights in the room. "I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt."

[Robin]

have your girl come in now:)

Sabrina nodded listening quietly to the sound of the machines beeping and his quiet breathing, it struck her just then how dangerous her feelings were. If thatcher was just her teacher....she wouldn't feel like this, so weighed down with guilt and anger at herself. He had been right the other day in the hotel room, if they cared about each other that put them, and the job they did in jeopardy. She was seeing firsthand how terrifying the results of that could be and she felt terrible. Sabrina lowered her gaze to the floor, almost afraid to look at him as if her stare would hurt him all over again. Logically she knew that wasnt true " yeah.....I know what you mean" she murmured, almost to herself more than as a reply to him. What had she gotten herself into?