From a future chapter of Eden.
Warnings: violence, blood, bad cat jokes
No cut because, as usual, I’m on mobile. Sigh.
In the shadows to Wufei’s right, one of the group had obviously decided outright fighting was a lost cause and was taking the coward’s way out. Wufei sneered.
Then he saw the glint of metal and realized the man had a blade in his hand, lifting it to throw, and he reacted, unthinking, with a roar of rage for the spineless, weak scum, his hand lashing out, claws extended, and the man was on the ground, his head bent at an unnatural angle and missing most of his throat.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t been quite fast enough to stop the throw, and when Wufei turned, a dagger handle was sticking out of Duo’s back.
The two of them were looking at Wufei appraisingly, though Duo’s face was paler than usual and pinched, clearly in pain.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Quatre muttered.
“Enough with the cat jokes,” Wufei snapped, wiping his hand off on the edge of the dead werelion’s coat.
Quatre snorted, turning back to Duo. He reached for the handle of the knife, drew his hand back with a hiss when he grabbed it, Wufei catching sight of a nasty burn.
“What is it?” Duo ground out, his voice low and breathy. Wufei suspected the knife had punctured a lung and he wondered if that was an injury the fae could heal quickly from.
“Silver,” Quatre snarled, scowling.
“Doesn’ feel like it,” Duo responded.
“I can-” Wufei started, taking a step in their direction.
Quatre glared at him, reaching back up, his hand still an angry-looking blister, and gripped the hilt of the knife, grinding his teeth against the pain, and yanked the blade out of Duo’s back, dropping it on the ground. The blade was dark, with blood, but Wufei thought the metal itself was darker than usual.
Duo took a deep breath, then coughed. There were flecks of blood against his lips.
“Are any of them still alive?” Quatre asked with disgust.
“No,” Duo answered, shortly. Wufei wondered how he knew.
The blond vampire sighed. “I can’t do anything for you like this. I need-”
“I know,” Duo said, shortly. “We’ll go back to the train. I’ll heal.” He stepped over the body nearest to him, Quatre falling in step beside him. Duo jerked his head at Wufei. “C’mon, you can stop followin’ us all over town. And grab that knife.”
Wufei did as requested, wiping the blade off on another dead man, and held it up to the light.
The handle might have been silver, but the blade was forged from iron.