Nolan was an apt hunter. Sullivan often commented that one day he could probably be one of the best, certainly outdoing him. That being said, Nolan was keen on Dewey's movements and was moving just as quick as the gun was being drawn. He darted out of the way, though the bullet managed to graze him in the shin. He didn't so much as wince as he darted towards Dewey and Dimitra then, his arm stretching for the sword at his back.
"Nolan! No!" Calloway yelled, watching in horror as there was a sudden slash of silver sailing through the air at Dewey. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey was quick to push Dimitra away from him as Nolan came toward him. Between shooting Nolan again short range, or trying to dodge, Dewey opted to dodge. But it may have taken too much thought.
Nolan watched Dewey's movements with sharp eyes and as soon as Dewey attempted to dodge, Nolan was redirecting his slash towards his middle.
Calloway quickly scrambled now to pull away from Mila so he could collect the knife. He hurried forward, hopeful that just this once Nolan would miss. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey grunted, clearly hit. He stumbled back, trying hard to stay on his feet. Dewey didn’t look down to see if he was hit, he could feel the split in his middle. He held his arm over it and right away could feel the sticky wetness from his blood.
Dimitra let out a horrible wail when she saw Dewey doubled over. She didn't waste a second as she rushed towards him, throwing her arms around him as she placed herself between Dewey and Nolan.
"Don't! Don't hurt him! Please!" Dimitra begged, though it didn't mean much to Nolan.
Nolan was already flicking the blood from his blade and went to poise for another swing, figuring at this rate he'd be killing two birds with one stone by cutting through both Dimitra and Dewey. Just as he began to swing though, there was a sudden and sharp jab in his shoulder that caused him to immediately and involuntarily drop the sword. He furrowed his brows and turned to see Calloway standing behind him, a pained expression on his face and a knife in his hand, the same knife jammed into Nolan's shoulder.
"Cal...you fucking traitor!" He seethed as he jerked his shoulder away from Calloway, taking the knife out of Calloway's grip with the momentum. He went to grab another knife strapped at his belt, but when he reached for where it should have been, he fumbled at empty space. He threw a glance towards Calloway and caught him just he lunged at him with the other knife, this one jamming into his opposite shoulder. Nolan let out a pained grunt at that, followed by another one as Calloway used his weight to knock the both of them to the ground.
"Nolan, p-please, I'm begging you. I don't want to go any further. Just leave us, them alone. Please." Calloway pleaded.
Nolan looked up with a snarl.
"You'd rather lay with dogs than come home? To your family? Your community?" He snapped, which caused a pained expression to cross Calloway's face.
"Nolo, I...you're my brother, I love you, but...I can't go home now. I can't go back now. I have much more to lose now...so I can't." Calloway explained.
Nolan continued to seethe up at his brother, but unable to move his arms, he was left without a means to do much of anything. He couldn't finish the job, he couldn't fight Calloway.
He couldn't even drag his brother home.
Bitter, resentful tears budded in Nolan's eyes then.
"You're such a piece of shit, Calloway." He said, and Calloway's heart ached with guilt.
"I know." Calloway said back. Noting the defeat in his brother's tone, he eased off of Nolan and stepped back. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey rolled onto his back with a grunt, clutching his middle. Mila rushed to Dewey and Dimitra then, she glanced anxiously back at Calloway, still worried about him. But Dewey was dying, Mila has some first had experience with being cut in half. She gathered up fistfuls of her dress and started ripping to use the fabric as a tourniquet. Dewey looked pale, he felt cold already but he focused on Dimitra as though keeping his eye open meant he was alive.
"Dewey! Dewey, you have to stay awake! W-we're going to get you help, okay? Stay with me!" Dimitra frantically sobbed as she tried to gather him into her lap, her hands trembling as she did so.
Calloway continued to ease away from Nolan and when he was sure his brother wasn't going to try anything, he proceeded to hurry over towards the rest of the group. He looked down at Dewey and felt himself being taken back to the night he found Mila. All he could think was if a werewolf could barely hang on, how did a human even stand a chance.
"W-we need to get him out of here, to a hospital or something." He said. "Let's get him in the limo, I'll drive. Mila, can you just...just keep applying pressure?" Though he wasn't sure that was going to cut it. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“He won’t make it.” Mila said, her expression petrified but certain. Remembering her own brush with death and how close she was, even with such quick response.
“I’m fine.” Dewey coughed dryly, shaking his head a little to try to bring things into focus for him.
Mila fastened the ripped fabric from her dress, tightly around Dewey’s middle. “Let’s get in the car, but someone has to bite him.” Mila said, looking at Dimitra.
“If you can’t do it, I will.” Mila said, getting up to help drag Dewey to the car. Mila loved ‘Uncle’ Dewey, she’s know him her whole life just about. He’s grown up alongside them and she wouldn’t let him die.
Dimitra wept as she got up as well, helping Mila and Calloway haul Dewey to the car. It took some effort to get him in, but as soon as Dewey was situated, Calloway closed the door behind Dewey and the girls before hurrying to the driver's side door. He'd never driven a real car before, nothing that wasn't an arcade game or a go-kart, but this was do or die.
He started the engine and put the car into drive before squealing out of the parking lot, leaving Nolan behind.
Meanwhile, in the back of the car, Dimitra was still weeping over Dewey. Her hand had found his and she held on tight.
"D-Dewey?" She simpered. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Yes, Princess?” Dewey replied quietly, he sounded weak. His eye occasionally fluttered shut or rolled back. His mouth was dry and bloody, Mila moved to feed him ice chips that were stored in the limo but he mostly coughed and turned away from it.
"Dewey... I think I need to bite you." Dimitra sniffed, petting at Dewey's face as she spoke. "You're hurt v-very badly a-and...Dewey, I can't lose you. I can't. I'll just die." She wept. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Dewey smiled weakly, he reached up with a bloody hand to touch her cheek. He normally wouldn’t hand, not wanting to get his blood on her. But if this was the last time he would see her before he died, he wouldn’t touch her one last time.
“Do what you have to do, I love you, Dimitra.” Dewey breathed.
Dimitra's lips trembled and she reached to grab Dewey's wrist, squeezing it tight.
"I love you too...I love you, Dewey." She sniveled.
She turned her head to gently place a kiss at his wrist. She lingered there, her lips brushed against his skin, before she opened her mouth wide, her teeth suddenly sharp and canine, and closed it over his flesh. She let out a little cry when she felt Dewey's blood gush and she tried not to immediately reel away. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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