Emrys’ wasn’t sure how long he had been sat against this wall, it had felt like days but Emrys knew it had most likely been mere hours - if that. When everything went crazy and the ceiling came crashing down a large spliter of wood shot through the air, piercing through Emrys’ lung and shooting him back against the wall. It was a habit to breathe, and with the first intake of breath, Emrys howled with pain. One benefit to being a vampire was that he didn’t have to breathe, he just had to keep reminding himself not too.
The air was thick with dust and Emrys had no idea what was going on around him. He hated being so helpless, unable to move or to look for his siblings. Emrys wasn’t sure about his other siblings, but he been in the concert hall with Mallory. He had called out her name but there had been no reply. He just hoped that she was unable to hear in the chaos, even with their supernatural hearing it would have been a challenge depending on how far away she was.
At least worrying about his siblings kept his mind of the scent of witch blood. There were a lot of different scents but that one stood out to Emrys and he did everything possible to keep his mind off of it. It didn’t help that with everything second Emrys was loosing more and more blood.
As he sat there, helpless and vulnerable, he suddenly became aware of his name being called out. Emrys couldn’t see the source but he was aware of it getting closer. As the voice became clearer he recognised the source. Which a huge sigh of relief, followed by an even bigger cry of pain Emrys began calling his sister’s name. “Mallory, I’m over here.” @mallorybordeaux