- Mon Feb 06, 2017 5:40 pm
If the wry smile he'd received was any indication Markus figured that , no, he would not have enjoyed it at all. Still he let out a small breath of relief when the younger man pulled his sleeve back down. Maybe he had never intended to do anything at all? Wishful thinking. The vampire was far, far to close to be doing nothing, a point which was proven not more than a moment later when the small gauze patch job was unceremoniously pulled off. Any discomfort or pain that small motion had cause paled in comparison to what was apparently coming next. At first it didn't fully register what Lance was going to do when he said the bullet had to come out and Markus was sure his face showed his confusion. "What...?"
It wasn't until Lance had pinched his fingers together and began fishing around in the wound that Markus fully understood. Merlin he was going to pull it out. The captain sucked in a sharp breath and barely bit back a scream. He screwed his eyes shut and jerked hard on the restraints holding him as the pain intensified and the vampire fished around for the small embedded object. A strangled cry was pulled from the captains lips when Lance finally found the bullet and began pulling it out. His struggling intensified and Markus gasped in pain. It felt like a small eternity but eventually he felt the object pull free and his body sagged, head lulling forward as he sucked in a few ragged breaths.
Markus grimaced and felt the warm ooze of fresh blood as it covered the front of his shirt. Merlin he was going to be sick. His breathing was erratic and ragged, his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat and Markus was certain he was on the verge of passing out. the captain didn't know if the only reason he hadn't blacked out was due to pure stubbornness or fear... all he knew was that he wished the darkness would take him, then maybe he would hurt less.
Unfortunately it seemed the short reprieve he'd been given was coming to an end and Markus panicked when he felt fingers grip his hair tightly and wrench his head back. He didn't even get a chance to cry out in surprise before a bloody wrist was pressed up against his mouth. Markus tried to pull away as metallic taste of the blood coated the inside of his mouth. He felt his stomach heave but he still tried to pull away. He wouldn't willingly swallow the vile stuff if it could be helped.