When Darkness Strikes (All Members Accepted)

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[Shellpepper]

Rachelle collapsed, unable to breath properly for a few moments. After her neck had healed, she rolled over, so her legs were under her. She wasn't strong enough to stand yet, though. "Damon?" she asked. "Are... Are you alright?"

[MissShadowHunter]

Damon was laying on his side, having killed the hunter. He was breathing unevenly, the knife still stuck in his chest.

[Shellpepper]

"Oh, no!" Rachelle gasped, ignoring her pain and exhaustion and shifting to her human form. "Damon, hold still," she cried. She pulled the knife from his flesh, dry heaving when she saw his blood dripping from it's cruel edge. "Where else is he hurt? Where else is he hurt?" she breathed frantically to herself. She was TOTALLY wigging out.

[MissShadowHunter]

Damon watched her silently, he growled softly when she pulled out the blade. There was a bullet hole right behind his shoulder. He coughed slightly, he panted trying to get a deep breath.

[Shellpepper]

"Oh, man!" she cried. "Damon, I can't get that out without my tools, my hand's too big, I'll kill you

[MissShadowHunter]

Damon looked at her, he huffed slightly as he coughed some more, crimson painting the grass. He whimpered softly, he hated being so weak.

[somethingisscrewey]

Elaina shot out of her sleep as she heard Emmett's yells from his room. She tore the sheets off of herself and ran to his room, nearly knocking the hinges off of the door as she threw it open. "What's wrong?!" she shouted, running over to him.

[Shellpepper]

"Cripes!" he shouted when Elaina burst through his door. "Geeze, Repo's mad!" He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I'm never going to get to sleep," he moaned.

Rachelle stood. "Damon, I'm going to the clinic. I'll be back as soon as I can, I've got to get some of my tools." She kissed his furry face, then sprinted, flying through the brush as fast as was physically possible. Her breaths came evenly, as if she were walking. She threw the door open, busting the frame slightly in her haste. She grabbed steril pinchers, tweezers, a scalpal, and blood clotters as well as a packet of pain killer. If she didn't hurry, she knew Damon would heal with a bullet inside him. He'd be in pain for forever. On the way back she sprinted faster than before. The whole thing took about five minutes. "Damon, I'm here," she said when she was close enough for him to hear her.

[MissShadowHunter]

Damon's wound was aready healing. He looked at her and huffed softly as he grimaced in pain.