RP:Mama Said Knock You Out

Part of the Thy Kingdom Come Arc

Summary: Ayras happens upon Laezila in the middle of a bloodlust and electrocutes her to knock her out. City guards investigate the disturbance, and violently take Ayras away for questioning later.

End of the Small Road

Laezila was beneath the shadow of the massive stone building to the north, which obscured the moon's tremendous light and cast a veil of darkness over her crouched, lithe figure. In fact, were it not for the glittering white of her hair or the intense crystalline blue of her eyes, the vampire likely wouln't be immediately recognized save as a silhouette of some diminutive, crouched ghoul. Upon closer than cursory inspection, likely enticed moreso of the sickening sounds of flesh being torn and blood spurting, she was a stark contrast to her usual self; her attire, once befitting the cold and her figure, now is soiled by deep crimson that equally has splattered over her face, particularly drenched about her mouth where two elongated eyeteeth are exposed. She was crouched off-alley, in a pool of blood that surrounded not only her, who continuosly shoved her face into the neck of the other form; a massive Frost Giant, with his neck completely ripped open.

Ayras had been out and about for the majority of the night, ostracized as he was by those he shared the barracks with. They constantly eyed him, talked in hushed voices about him despite the fact that his elven ears could pick up their words, all because of his known association with Hildegarde. Truth be told, and unbeknownst to the vampire, it was likely lucky that he had been avoiding the barracks; life would not be pretty for the redhead in the coming days. How he had happened upon the particular alley was anyone's guess; he had been wandering aimlessly this night, rather than taking his normal route for his nightly round of the city, but there he was to witness a form crouched over another. It was the stark white that had his steps moving slower, the scent of blood that had him cautious. Truly, he was afraid of what he was about to find. "Gods damn it all," he whispered to himself when the scene came as clear as it could be in the dark - which, for a vampire, was surprisingly so. In the blink of an eye he went from a cautious pace to a sprint, came behind Laezila to grab at her shoulders and pull her from the corpse. "Laezila!" he hissed, letting his voice only get loud enough to let the import of his words be carried. "What in the hells are you thinking?"

Laezila was not particularly herself; she had no sense of self-control in this frenzy of bloodlust, and the moment that her shoulders were grabbed, the ex-matron was using vampiric speed and strength in attempt to wrest herself to turn. A snarl ripped from her throat as blood flung from the whip of her body and head while those fangs flashed in their swift approach. Her hands, even legs, wrapped around that redhead's body, but only to sort of latch on as she instinctively sought out his juggular -to tear it asunder with sharp teeth.

Ayras found himself with a drow wrapped around his body, though he couldn't have said he was overly surprised. He knew what it was like to be in the haze of bloodlust, remembered what it was like when he was a young vampire. His hands were up, one pushing the woman's upper body back from him as the other sought her throat to simply keep her from being able to push back in. "Laezila!" he called again, though this time it was accompanied by his body spinning about and pushing forward towards the wall of the alley. With luck, the physical impact would jar the drow to her senses. "Stop this, Laezila!"

Laezila's back struck the wall, and the tiny drow woman was pinned between the muscled redhead and the hard stone behind her; it didn't immediately jar her from her bloodlust, as sanguine left a streak along the cheek to the temple of the man from his jawline, made by the initial ferocity of the twist of her head. So she writhed against him, clutched harder with her hands, and a pink tongue made itself visible as she attempted to slide the muscle up along the trail of sweet, delectable blood. His words were lost on her, unable to cut through the haze of the frenzy that the fledgling was in, and her usually calculating eyes were glazed over -as if they didn't actually see the man.

Ayras kept his face as far away from the drow as possible. His teeth were gritted as a growl issued from his throat. This was not going well, and the commotion was likely to draw attention. With the corpse of the giant behind the pair, it would certainly spell the doom of the two vampires. "I'm sorry I have to do this," the elf grunted through the exertion of keeping himself being a victim of Laezila's bloodlust, despite the fact that he was already getting lacerations from the nails on her flailing hands. With eyes closed, the elf charged his metal hand, sent his electrical magics through the conductive appendage and into the drow. The alley, for that moment, was lit as bright as day. Ayras hoped it would stun the woman, if nothing else, because there were surely guards on their way to investigate the sudden burst of electrical daylight.

Laezila , luckily, did not cry out in agony; it might've been more appropriate for her to do so, but the drow was the sort that grit her teeth. This time, however, she showed all the signs of crying out except the noise itself; her eyes opened wide, her mouth fell parted, and her body tensed with a tight grip upon the man as the electricity coursed through her diminutive frame. Then, with a bit of smoke rising from her flesh despite no burn marks evident, the girl slumped forward against Ayras' sturdy form, limp. Were she still mortal, she'd be breathing hard, but with the lack of that being necessary, she appeared completely dead -it would only be the knight's experience and instinct that could discern her as alive. Or, as alive as a vampire could be considered.

Ayras looked at the limp form that he suddenly had to wrap his arms around to keep from falling on the ground, his brow scrunched. He wondered what had caused her to break, what caused her to feed so violently here in Frostmaw. Silver eyes turned to the ruined throat of the dead giant. Was he one of the ones backing the xenophobic leader, or was he just someone caught in the crossfire? A question he'd have to ask the drow later. Much later, from the sound of the heavy boots that were thumping their way up the main street. As quick as he dared, the vampire made his way to the other end of the alley, turned the corner to veer to another alley, where he there upon began to ascend to the rooftops with a drow slung over his shoulder. Quietly he moved to the nearest chimney to set the unconscious vampire by before he turned to return to the scene of the crime. The guards were already investigating when he got back to them, and due to the blood that was on his face, neck, and torso, he was already a prime suspect. "Oi, you!" one of them, likely the leader, cried out. "What do you know about this body here?!" Six pairs of eyes were leveled Ayras' way, none of them happy to see him. Before he could even say a word, his mouth just opened, three of them rushed the vampire. He raised his hands in a show of peace, but that didn't stop the giant fist from slamming into Ayras' gut. The vampire doubled over, only to have his arms yanked behind his body by two of those who accosted him, the third yanking up Ayras' chin. "Always knew you were trouble," the racist brute spat at Ayras.

Laezila would be horrified to know that she was the cause of this pain, this brutality against Ayras; as it were, however, she had no idea. Instead, she was lying still upon the roof, beside the chimney, unconscious... But not entirely so. She had been stunned, certainly, but slowly the grogginess of the results were washed by the sound of fist striking flesh, yells and the exhale from contact against a gut. The girl wasn't entirely... of the right mind, just yet, moreso in a state of semi-consciousness as she groaned aloud and coughed up blood -not her own. But those nostrils flared with the scent, and cough began to give way to a shrill, inhuman hiss of breath. The diminutive woman didn't move, otherwise, though, from her location, still lain upon the roof and mostly incapacitated -for now.

Another fist flew at the elf before he could speak, be it to defend his innocence or otherwise, this one cracking right against the side of Ayras' face. Down his head went, his body limp as he was held up. "Hit me again," he slurred in his daze, far from intimidating. The gathered giants just laughed as the leader strode up, haughty as could be. "We caught ya red-handed for murder, elf," he gloated as he got in his punch, one hand holding the vampire up straight before the other came in to smash again at the side of Ayras' head. Blood flew from the spell blade's mouth and his head swam as his right ear rang like yule bells. "Balgruuf'll be having some questions for you, knife-ears." The giant leader looked to his companions and nodded. Just before they moved in to strike, though, he held up a hand. "Keep 'im alive." And so the other five came in to beat Ayras. One blow, another, another. Ayras was sure to be in a sorry state by the end of it. Or, he would be, if he'd let them reach the end of it. Again his electricity was called to bare, surging through the giant holding his metal arm. It was far from his strongest blast, weakened and dazed as he was, but it was enough to get his arm freed. Now if only he could swing that sparking arm around and zap his other captor, he could maybe get away from the lynch mob.

Laezila remained on the roof, lain and prone in that position she was deposited in; it was unfortunate that Ayras was forced to deal with these three alone, but such was the situation. For what it might be worth, the young drow was going to feel immensely guilty when she awakened.

Ayras couldn't get that arm up and around like he needed to. He could barely even lift his arm. With his act of defiance, he earned the wrath of the guard captain, who promptly came back to slam his fist a few times against Ayras' skull, not stopping until the elf finally fell still. "Aramoth be damned, boys, you've seen him train. Don't let him use that damned magic of his. Now get him back to the fort." And so off the senseless Ayras was hauled, his feet dragging divots into the snow. Surely he'd be waking up in far less hospitable accommodations than he was used to in the fort.