#jonesy v

[kuro-tsuki-san]

“What happened to your hand?” Willow asked Jonesy V as she came over to where he and Sarif were sitting.

“Punched a demon!” The Daeva chirped and wiggled the half melted remains of his right hand at her. “Seems it had acid blood!”

Willow gaped, wondering how the person in front of her could still seem so cheerful when they had just lost part of a limb. Jonesy’s smile went from borderline maniacal to something more soft. 

“Sarif says they’ll grow back in a week at most if I feed well” he reassured her. She glanced over at Sarif as he grabbed Jonesy’s hand and began wrapping it in clean gauze. 

“He already has his knuckles back.” he told her. “The rest should be back in two days and the scaring should fade shortly after. No permanent harm done.” 

“Oh, that’s good. Angel never said vampires could grow limbs back. Also there was that one Claw guy who replaced his fingers with. . . well claws.” 

Jonesy looked at Sarif and shrugged. “We do.” he said. 

“Must be because we're a different type of vampire.” Sarif supplied. 

“But your nose?” Willow asked in reference to Sarif’s nose which had been broken badly at one point and now sat somewhat off center and twisted on his face. 

“Happened before I died” he responded bluntly and finished bandaging Jonesy’s hand then stood up.  

“Your email said you needed help breaking into a business? Give me the details and well start on a plan.” Willow nodded and pulled out a folder full of notes, it was time to get to work. 

[kuro-tsuki-san]

Sarif never liked the approach of dawn. Most vampires hated it and the death like helplessness it brought. But for him the days he succumbed to oblivion were rare and longed for, rather most days meant strange dreams and weary eyes repeatedly woken by his own vengeful Ka. Still Jonesy would need to sleep and the sunlight would be a problem. So he had found a safe enough place in an abandoned basement and settled them in. 

     Now he sat with his back to the concrete wall with his childer rolled up in his blanket and using Sarif's legs as a makeshift pillow. Jonesy looked small like this, he though, the other vampire was a head taller than him and looked like the older of the pair. But here he was out of his element and vulnerable, unsure how to find shelter from the sun and protect himself in a new territory like the older vampire did. Sarif found his hand moving to rest on his childers shoulder as he stared into the rooms corners. The closeness and responsibility was one he still wasn't used to despite having adopted Jonesy a few years ago. It was nice though. He had forgotten how much he missed companionship, someone to talk to and to try to trust. 

     Jonesy's breath was light and rhythmic for now as the sun was not fully up yet. But soon it would stutter and slow before stopping completely. For now Sarif listened to it and wondered when his own body had lost its habit of breathing as it rested. Perhaps like many vampires it had been age that did it. Or maybe the early nights spent recovering from his own sires beatings had taught it to stifle unnecessary movement for fear of pain. Regardless the others breath brought a comfort he hadn't realised he needed. He let his head tilt back to hit the wall and closed his eyes. 

For the first time in a long time his day was spent in undisturbed blackness.