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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 23, 2013 1:38:14 GMT -5
|  The night was true to the autumn season. The air was chilly and crisp, the ground littered with leaves of brilliant gold and auburn. John's day hadn't quite been spectacular... he'd spent the majority of it with people that were less than thrilled that Katerina, who was now around three months into her pregnancy, was seeing him. Still, he couldn't complain about spending the time with the mother of his unborn child. In all honesty, it often worried him that she was getting overly attached. He certainly cared for Kat, but he had never been the long-term, committed relationship kind of guy... something that he had proven to her in the past. The idea was actually starting to frighten him more than becoming a father. Still, he wasn't going to share his doubts with Kat. He was, after all, more than happy with her. Hell, he was the happiest he had ever been, minus the PTSD... In all honesty, it was going to take a hell of a lot for the ex-marine to realize how he felt about her.
Having left her parents' home a little while before, John was driving Eric's car and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio. The forest road was indeed a long one, but it would lead them back into Illyri, from the outskirts, where her family resided. The past three months had wrought many changes in John's life. Though he hardly noticed it, many others around him did. For instance, when a large breasted woman opted to flirt with him just a few days prior, rather than flirting back, John had whipped out the ultrasound photos of his unborn child. To say that his excitement was growing was a bit of an understatement. He'd already bought the baby a Flyers onesie.
Now that Kat was getting a little farther along, their mothers and sisters were already prepping for the baby shower. Most of his ideas were turned down for the party, but it was agreed that he could still attend... how thoughtful. Glancing over at Kat and then letting his eyes wander to her stomach, the tall, dark, and handsome ex-marine actually smiled warmly. Turning his eyes back to the road, he let his hand wander from the wheel to rest on the noticeable bump on his girlfriend's stomach. He wasn't quite sure when he would get use to the idea of being a father.
"You warm enough?" he asked Kat, whom he knew might be tired from such a long day. Truth be told, John had known next to nothing about pregnancy and babies until she'd told him she was pregnant. Since then, he had been reading anything and everything he could get his hands on, without anyone finding out. He was unsuccessful with this though. Just that morning, Eric had walked in on him in the bathroom, reading "The Joys of Pregnancy." John would have much rather been caught with a dirty magazine. "I can turn up the heat. Or you can have my jacket." Though he tried his best not to hover, he sometimes couldn't help it. She and the baby were all that he had going and also happened to be the most important aspect in his life. It wasn't something he was use to and this sometimes scared him.
What scared him the most though was himself. He was still unsure about how he would juggle his PTSD with a baby. Sure, he was getting treatment, but the condition wasn't exactly going away over night. None of his attacks had been quite as bad as the one he had on the night that Kat found out about his disorder, though that didn't make them any less disturbing. Being informed that he was being offered a Medal of Honor had certainly thrown him off guard and, in all honesty, he wondered if he could turn down the offer. He didn't feel as though he deserved such an award. As a matter of fact, he hadn't told a single soul about it thus far, not even Kat.
Driving along, the car's headlights shone brightly in the pitch black. Heading through the forest at night was enough to give anyone the creeps, though it hardly bothered John. As a matter of fact, he was the the type of person who liked to scare the hell out of other people.
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 23, 2013 10:06:18 GMT -5
 The whole day had gone just about how Kat had expected it to go, most of her family pretty much ignored John unless they absolutely had to talk to him. The only exception was her brother, who actually seemed to get along with her boyfriend. It was probably because her brother was a ginormous troublemaker, and the fact that he liked John would most likely get on their parents’ nerves.
While her family didn’t like the fact that Katerina was with John they were more than excited to plan for the baby’s arrival. Her mother was excited to have another grandbaby on the way although she admitted quietly she hadn’t thought it would have been Kat that had a child for a few more years. Katerina figured that while her mother was happy for her, she blamed the fact that her youngest daughter was becoming a mother at twenty-four entirely on John.
Sighing inwardly Kat brought her thoughts to the present as John laid his hand over her distended belly. Smiling warmly at him she covered his hand with hers and replied “No I’m more than warm enough at the moment, I’m just really ready to get home and crash after a nice hot shower.” The thought of standing under the hot spray of the shower head did have a rather nice appeal to her at the moment.
They still lived in their respective apartments but they did tend to stay over at each other’s quite a bit lately. “Are you dropping me off at my place or are we just going straight to yours?” she asked him interlacing their fingers over her stomach.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 23, 2013 13:05:33 GMT -5
| John kept his eyes on the road, but smiled when he felt her hand on top of his. He couldn't quite explain the feeling that it gave him, but he associated it with the excitement over the baby. They still had a lot to figure out... for instance, where the baby would live and whether or not they would move in with each other. He figured they had time though. "Up to you," he said, though he wouldn't mind spending the night with her. It always made him feel better to be with her... maybe so he didn't have to worry about her being in her apartment, alone.
Though Kat's family wasn't crazy about John, their mothers hit it off rather nicely. Or at least, that's how things looked so far, since they had gotten together to start their diabolical baby shower plans. John didn't mind in the least though; he had anticipated how her family would feel about him. If he couldn't prove himself, then he wasn't overly worried about it. He gently pulled his hand away, setting both hands back on the steering wheel. "But do you really want to spend the night, cold and alone in your apartment?" He arched a brow, glancing over at her and then smiling in his usual, devilish manner. Just looking at her, he had this indescribable sensation in the pit of his stomach... It was probably from her mother's cooking. She'd probably poisoned him or something.
It was all of a sudden. John saw something,or rather someone, suddenly standing in front of the car. Whipping his head forward, he pulled his foot off of the gas and slammed on the brake. Almost instinctively, as though he didn't trust the seat belt, John's arm reached in front of Kat, so that she wouldn't go flying forward or get hurt by the belt. However fast his reaction had been though, he'd been a moment too late.
The person in the road slammed into the front of the car, the force throwing him over the top, cracking the windshield of Eric's car. "Mother f-" John started to say, face blanched and heart racing a million miles a minute. The car came to a stop and John was already yanking off his seat belt, ready to climb out of the car to see if the man he hit was alright. "Are you alright?!" he asked Kat, trying to keep calm. John and car accidents didn't exactly mix well. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 24, 2013 11:44:38 GMT -5
Katerina almost grinned at his question “Well, you know there are such things called heaters so I don’t believe I’d be all that cold in my apartment… and technically I’m not alone I have Annie remember, I’m surprised you forget about her seeing as she annoys you some much.” Kat teased him playfully. She hadn’t yet confessed how she truly felt about him yet but she had an idea he was slowly beginning to catch on. It had taken his breakdown that night at his and Eric’s apartment to make her realize that she never really stopped loving him and that she would probably always love him. She just didn’t want to scare him off by admitting it just yet.
She was just about to tell him that she would indeed rather stay the night with him when it all happened. It went rather quickly even though it seemed to go in slow motion at the time. Kat saw the person just as John did and she gripped his forearm as he threw it in front of her to keep her from flying forward. She was almost positive that she screamed when the car slammed into the person, sending them up and over the car breaking the windshield and denting the top of the car as it went.
“Yes, yes I’m okay.” Kat told him quietly, trying desperately to keep tears from her eyes. She was totally freaking out on the inside, hoping like hell that they hadn’t really hit a person, that they had just mistaken it and it had really been a deer. “Did we... was that really a person?” she asked even though she was terrified of the answer. Why the hell would someone just stand in the middle of the freaking road like that? Yeah the road was normally deserted at this time of night but still! What idiot does that?!
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 24, 2013 13:55:38 GMT -5
| He was relieved that she was alright, but John still had to deal with the guy that he hit. He didn't know what he would do if he got out of the car and the guy was dead. "I think so..." he said, twisting to look out the back window, where he could clearly see the man lying in the road. His heart was still beating rapidly, refusing to slow as his blood was running cold. "Stay here," he said to Kat, not wanting her to see what he was expecting to see. With one more look at her to make sure she and the baby she was carrying were really alright, John climbed out of the car, cold wind whipping at his face. Jogging to the rear of the car, however, John came to a stop. There, in the middle of the road, where the man had been laying just moments before was... nothing.
Hairs stood up on the back of John's neck, confusion and fear coursing through him. The man had been right there, he had clearly seen his figure, even if it was dark outside. He had seen the lights of the car reflecting off of him. Instinct screamed that something wasn't right with this scene; something was wrong. Turning back to the car to get his pregnant girlfriend the hell out of there and back home, where they belonged, John stopped dead when a hand suddenly caught him around the throat. With inhuman strength, John was lifted right off of the ground. Whatever he may have tried to call out to Kat, barely came out of his mouth.
John was then slammed into the back of the car, gasping for air as he was finally able to breathe again. "Kat-" he rasped, falling off the rear of the car and crawling along the ground to get to the car door. She needed to get the hell out of there, with or without him. Just as he reached for the car handle, however, John received a quick and painful kick to the ribs. He had no idea who this guy was or why he was attacking him, but John was pissed and, as he was about to be kicked again, the ex-marine grabbed hold of the man's foot, twisting it and bringing him down to the ground. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 27, 2013 23:10:06 GMT -5
Kat nodded silently to John as he instructed her to wait in the car. Usually she would have ignored his order and done the opposite mostly because she found it amusing to annoy him, but tonight she didn’t really feel rebellious given the fact that they had just freaking hit someone with Eric’s car… yeah he wasn’t going to be too happy about that. Katerina was debating on whether or not she should call Eric on her cell when something hit the rear of the car with enough force to jolt it forward a little. She only just managed to stifle a scream of sheer terror… having watched enough horror movies to know that the ones who scream usually die first.
She had no idea why her mind automatically thought of horror films but the fact that she couldn’t see John and the other person had been HIT WITH A CAR anything else that was going on had to be just plain terrifying to comprehend. She did finally scream slightly when she saw the figure of another man and the sounds of John groaning painfully. Kat was sure she would have leapt out of the car in another moment had the man been pulled or tripped or whatever down out of her line of sight.
She knew that if she was smart she would get the hell out of there and not look back but Katerina just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving John behind. If he was going to die, if that was what this was, then she was going to die with him. For the moment and she would feel bad about it later, the baby was pushed out of her mind in worry about John. She climbed over the center console and got into the driver’s seat so she could better look out the window and see what was happening, and so that maybe she could help when the right opportunity arose…she did after all have her peppers pray in her purse.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 28, 2013 0:33:35 GMT -5
| The bastard wasn't down for long. When Kat climbed over the center console, the man looked up from where he was on the ground. Knowing just that he was about to go after her, John did the only thing he could think of and practically pounced on him. "FUCKING BASTARD," he growled, slamming him into the ground. For a moment, they grappled with one another, but the monster, somehow being stronger than John, who was a strong man himself, managed to gain the upper hand. Inhumanly sharp teeth sank into the area between John's shoulder and his neck, making him scream in pain.
He wasn't the only one who called out in pain though. Yanking his face back, the man, bloody faced and fangs out, appeared to have been burned. John had no idea that the silver chain around his neck likely saved his life and, not even knowing what was causing him pain, John seized the moment to hit him in the balls. Scrambling away, John found himself clutching his bleeding shoulder. Body aching, he laid on the cold ground, knowing he should get up, get in the car, and get out of there. His whole body was aching though and he would have loved to just fall asleep right there.
The man, whatever he was, slowly got to his feet and was about to walk toward John. "I friend sent me to deliver a message," he said, licking at the blood on his lips. "Fuck you," was all John said, looking up at the sky, the stars blurring. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 28, 2013 11:45:33 GMT -5
Katerina couldn’t believe what she was seeing with her own eyes. Part of her hoped this was just a nightmare, which she would wake up from safe in John’s bedroom wrapped up in his arms, but the rational part of her brain was telling her that this fucking whatever the man was, he was real and that he was trouble. Screaming quietly in frustration Kat racked her brain for something, ANYTHING, to do that might help John out even the littlest bit. The asshole had to go down.
It was right about then that the man, freak, whatever he was bit actually BIT John in the shoulder and that’s when Kat just couldn’t take it anymore. She knew that the man had survived being hit by the car the first time but she really didn’t have any other handy dandy weapon at her disposal despite a measly can of pepper spray and her mind was telling her that was definitely not going to help her right now. So she waited for the right moment.
The moment John moved far enough out of the way Kat threw the car in drive, gunned the gas, and braced herself for impact. It helped that the man had been looking at John and wasn’t expecting her to actually do anything, she caught him by surprise. As she rammed the car into him she yelled “Die you fucking dickhead asshole!” Katerina didn’t normally cuss a whole lot but this jerk had really pissed her off. Stopping beside her boyfriend she leaned over to the passenger door, something that was kind of hard to do since her belly was getting bigger, and threw the door open as best she could. “John get in here!” she said not quite yelling but not whispering either. She wanted to get the fuck out of there and now.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 28, 2013 12:45:28 GMT -5
| Hearing the tires of the car squealing, John lifted his head off of the cold, hard ground, squinting his eyes as the car ran right into whatever the hell that guy was. An instant before, the man looked up, right into the headlights, like a deer. Slowly and painfully, John rolled over and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. Spitting out blood, he knew he must have bitten his tongue at some point. When Kat rolled up alongside him, she didn't need to tell him twice. Looking up at her and just how scared she was, John scrambled to his feet and into the car.
Slamming the door shut and locking the doors, he could see that, in the road, the man was already getting up, despite having been hit by a damn car, twice! "FLOOR IT," he said, knowing full well that he probably didn't have to say anything. Chest heaving, he sat back in the passenger's seat, taking hold of his seat belt and putting it on. To say that he was confused was an understatement. The man hadn't been any shorter than John, but he certainly didn't look anywhere near as muscular. It didn't add up. John was never exactly weak, but how had he gone down so easily? He'd once carried the dead weight of a man, plus two men's worth of gear two miles to a helicopter.
"Are you alright?" he asked Kat, though his own body ached and he was pretty sure his lip and nose were bleeding. His shirt was soaked with blood and, pulling off his hat, followed by his jacket, John pulled back the neck of his shirt to try to get a good luck. From what he could tell, it didn't even look like a human bite. "What the f-" he said in a low tone, taking his hat and using it to staunch the bleeding. Of course he was wondering what the man was, but only one word came to mind and that word didn't exactly make sense, at least not in John's rational mind. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 28, 2013 23:16:00 GMT -5
Kat didn’t need to be told twice but instead of putting the car in drive she shoved it in reverse first, flooring the accelerator and ramming the rear of the car into the man as he was just starting to get up again. Hoping that keep him down for a little while longer she put the car back in drive and stomped the gas pedal. The engine roared as if it too were outraged that someone had attacked them and the tires spun before taking hold and speeding away from their attacker.
“Yes, I’m fine just totally freaked. I’m sorry but there’s no way in hell that any normal person could ever survive getting slammed by a car twice and no way could they just get up like it never even happened!” she said practically in hysterics. Her mind still didn’t want to believe what was right in front of her but there was no way she could rationalize any of the events that just happened away into some neat little folder in her brain. That man had been inhuman she was sure of it.
Katerina looked over at her boyfriend and her eyes went wide as she saw his wound. She almost stepped on the breaks… almost but not quite “What the fuck is that?! Is that where he bit you?!” she said in that hi pitched tone that suggested she was very close to either fainting or vomiting. Good grief this night was just horrible. It had been going alright but that ended quite drastically in the space of, she glanced at her watch, about half an hour or so. Shaking her head she cranked up the air, all the sudden feeling hot and sweaty.
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Oct 29, 2013 0:19:46 GMT -5
| John wasn't sure who was having a worse mental breakdown... him or her? If there was one thing that the marines taught him though, it was to keep calm in difficult situations. Holding his hat against the bite mark, his blue eyes were on her as she sped down the road. "Relax," he said to her, feeling a little dizzy. "We'll go right back to my place, go inside and lock the doors."
His eyes were a little wide and his tone was the most serious it had ever been. "Listen to me, Kat... this never happened." John knew what would happen if they went to the police. He'd seen plenty of men lose it overseas and the last place John wanted to wind up was some sort of nut house. Looking behind them, through the rear window, he was relieved to see that they weren't being followed by the vamp- well, whatever the hell it was. The closer they got to the city, the safer he was starting to feel, though he was sure that he wouldn't feel safe until they were behind closed doors. Or ever again for that matter.
As they entered the city limits, he reached over and placed a hand on her leg, urging her to slow the car down. The last thing he wanted was to get pulled over. "Do you want me to drive?" he asked, worried for her and the baby. He wasn't in the best condition and he really didn't know if she would even want to stop the car. Still, he knew she was freaking out. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Oct 29, 2013 23:08:43 GMT -5
God Kat had to get a hold of herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this close to having a mental breakdown, well she could but she preferred not to. But the situations behind this one were far more serious than John dumping her in her freshman year. Katerina nodded enthusiastically to his statement about locking the door. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but at your place tonight after that.” She said, remembering their earlier teasing, right before they had hit their attacker with the car.
Kat nodded again as John basically told her to keep quiet about what they’d seen tonight, it wasn’t like anyone would really believe them anyways. “Yeah, but what the hell are we going to tell Eric that happened to his car? It’s not like we could say we got into a little fender bender, especially when you look like shit and I have hardly anything but a little shoulder pain.” She hadn’t noticed it earlier due to all of the adrenalin, but now she could definitely feel the tightness in her muscles where the passenger seatbelt had rested on her shoulder. There would probably be a bruise there by morning if there wasn’t one already.
As they drove closer to town and eventually drove passed the city limits Kat instinctively slowed down not really needing John’s hand on her leg to remind her, but his touch did help her settle down a little more. Knowing that they had just gone through something terrible and had come out the other side together, marginally unscathed made her feel much better about their future… if that creature stayed far far away from them that was. Shaking her head she said “No, I can make it the rest of the way I don’t want to stop until we are there and are able to get up to the apartment.”
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Nov 1, 2013 20:06:58 GMT -5
| Though John felt oddly safer back in the city, with all the lights and people, he was convinced that he would never feel safe again, not after what he had seen. And that was coming from someone who had been overseas, constantly getting shot at!
"I'll think of something to tell Eric, don't worry about it" John said, wracking his brain for possible stories. He'd always been good at coming up with stories; it was necessary for someone who sought out trouble as often as he did. "Whatever I tell him, just go with it." Glancing out the rear view mirror again, he was overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia. As they drew closer to his apartment complex and the parking garage that was beneath it, John felt his heart rate rising again. He certainly felt bad about Eric's car and it was going to kill him to lie to his brother, but he had to.
"Alright... we stopped by the bar to meet up with an old friend..." He didn't want to use the name of a real person that they were friends with... Knowing his luck, Eric would run into the person, mention it, and find out that they had lied. "We'll call him Ben... Ben Glover. We stopped in on on our way back from you parents' house. We were getting ready to leave and some drunken asshole started bothering you. I pissed him off and when we went to leave, he and his friends were trashing the car... I got into a fight with them and they bolted when they heard sirens." Looking over at Kat, he definitely did look a mess and he was going to have to hide the bite mark on his shoulder from his brother. |
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Post by Katerina A. Montgomery on Nov 2, 2013 23:04:51 GMT -5
Katerina hadn’t noticed how tightly she was gripping the steeringwheel until she began to feel her fingers go numb. She glanced down only to see that her knuckles had gone extremely white from her gripping the wheel with her fists. Grimacing at the tingly feeling she was starting to receive she took each hand off individually and shook them out in turn so that she could always keep one hand on the wheel. “Yeah of course, but whatever you come up with better be damn good.” She said to him, although for some odd reason she didn’t doubt for a moment that he would be able to come up with a believable story.
They were moving through the more residential areas of the city now and she could feel her body beginning to relax a little though she didn’t dare let herself believe it was over, that was the way you got killed. That sick to her stomach feeling was also beginning to fade although she could still feel the last bits of it clinging to her as if it were important. Wiping her brow with her sleeve she tried to keep her eyes open and scanning the surrounding area for any possible danger but luckily they were almost to the parking garage.
Kat listened intently to John’s made up account of what happened and filed away as much of it as she could despite her brain wanting to shut off on her. “Well that sure is an interesting name.” she said trying to lighten things up a tiny bit. “You can’t go in there looking like you were almost killed or else he’ll know that story is total crap even though it is rather brilliant.” As she pulled the beat up car into the parking garage and parked it in one of the closest spots she could find to the elevator she glanced over at John again, noticing his neck for a second time that night. She looked at him a moment longer before saying “this really sounds crazy in my head, and I don’t even want to say it out loud but… was that thing a vampire?” It sounded even more psychotic when said aloud, she felt like she was Bella Swan although the monster they met tonight was definitely not any Edward. They were going to have to do some research on what happened to them tonight she thought to herself.
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