trans_9 | The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

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The Breaking Point [OPEN Bendytimed to shortly after the Meat n Greet, and the announcement therein]

Characters: Samuel Henderson, OPEN
Location: Corridor outside the Obs Deck, a bit out of the way
Time: Immediately following the explanation of the current state of affairs re: the Ohm, worlds, and whatnot.
Summary: Sam loses it. And nearly himself in the process.
Warnings: Definite blood warning, and anyone that tags may be attacked. Poke me on AIM (girlnamedlance) or via OOC comment if you want to work out something specific. Generally, I'm open to anything, I just don't want any kind of long lasting damage. And I'd like a little chaos to ensue before Spike, Leon, or anyone subdues him. And if he ends up in the brig awhile, I totally understand. Lastly, multiple threads are a-okay. 8D

It would be easier to let go. Give up. Let the beast that slept inside him take hold and exact its revenge for the deaths of his friends and family. But no. It wasn't these peoples' fault. They were all gone. His brother, Jared. His beloved wife, Angelina. His mentor, Dr. Crawford. Lord Ruthwen himself. That a man that had survived so much could be dead just didn't seem real. That the single oldest corporeal entity on Earth was gone...

He ran from the Observation Deck, and blindly made a few turns until the dull noisome drone of the new arrivals faded to nothing. All of his medicinal poise was gone, in its place, was pain he'd long thought he would never have to feel. He'd foolishly grown complacent. He pressed his back against the wall, but his legs shook. His fingers lengthened, grew more bestial. A ring of blood formed and dripped down his fingers as his expanding flesh struggled to overcome the constricting wedding band. His nails became claws, razor sharp and predatory. His eyes were a deep blood red, and the whites bloodshot, giving him a maddened appearance.

How could someone like him be the only one left? How was he supposed to be some kind of chosen when he could fill a page with names of people that would be better suited to this task than himself. It was all a joke. He didn't have the strength to do this, in any sense. That their blood had been spilt for some unknown purpose...

Blood. He could smell it. His own, but even just that was enough. He breathed heavily, his jaw slack, as his fangs grew longer. The drone of voices grew louder in his ear, as his senses elevated. They would have no idea what had hit them before they were dead.

--No! Sam struggled against the bloodlust. Suddenly, he felt as though it had been far too long since he'd last fed. He folded his arms, as though he were physically restraining the reaction inside of him. He clenched his upper arms with his claws, piercing straight through to his skin. The thicker scent of blood in the air only made things worse. He screamed as he fought to regain control. If he hurt anyone he would never forgive himself. If he took anyone's life, he had only his own to offer in reparation.

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There was someone coming. They must have heard the scream. He turned and moved along the wall, leaving a bloody smear as he went. But he had to stop, and only mostly bit back another scream of pain. He had to get control back. He had no other choice.

"Who's there?" Uhura peered down the hallway and frowned again, more so as she came to the smear of blood. "Are you hurt?"

She was very certain that if there was someone hurt this soon after a podpop, she could at least help them to medbay at the least. There had to be a place--or she could find McCoy. Either way, helping was what she was going to do. Uhura set off determinedly.

"No... go..." he said as the woman got closer. "Stay away..." he collapsed onto the floor.

"You...don't l-- Oh God," Uhura murmured, already moving quickly to kneel down so she could determine exactly how to help. You don't leave a shipmate in a heap on the floor. Uhura wasn't stupid, but she wasn't willing to risk leaving him to go find someone to help.

"I don't think staying away is an option," she said in a quiet voice as she leaned forward to try and figure out what was wrong. If there was bleeding-- "I can help you get to the medical wing of this ship, though."

As soon as she came close enough, he lashed out with a claw toward her torso. It was intended to get her away, but he had momentarily forgotten about the claw in his haste.

She reacted a second too late and the was a flash of pain as that claw sliced through plantsuit and raked her across her abdomen. Uhura went sprawling with a slightly perplexed expression, her hand across the slices--they weren't too deep, even if they were bleeding. She stayed where she was for a moment and then carefully worked her way sitting, slightly breathless.

"Looks like we both could use," Uhura swallowed, vaguely nauseous, "a little medical attention." She had yet to even figure out the communications ring and held up her right hand. There was most definitely blood on it. Great. Just great. She didn't really want to look, but they weren't scrapes. That claw was sharp.

"This is Lieutenant Uhura," she said, hoping the ring would do a wide broadcast. Uhura struggled to keep her voice as level as possible. "I am requesting emergency medical attention just down the corridor from the Observation Deck. There is a young man who will most likely require assistance as well. Please respond if you can hear this."

[[OOC: Hopefully this is okay? :D ]]

Doctor indeed. Spike had been keeping half an eye on Sam since he'd gotten there. He didn't trust other vampires. They were monsters, after all.

So when Uhura's broadcast came through, he was in the area, and had an idea of the nature of the emergency. He ran forward and stepped between Sam and Uhura. Vampires were obviously different in the dimension Sam came from. Claws? Really?

"You'll want to get as far away as you can with that scratch, love," he said, keeping his eyes on Sam. "He's hungry, and not everyone's got my self-control."

Aine had been heading toward the Weapons locker on the third level, at least that was her intended destination eventually. For now she just was looking at the door to the Sensoriums first. A curious bit of magic to be sure. But curious bits of magic were not more important than her one skill in life. As the voice rang into her mind, she let the fact that it was a voice in her mind slide, and started toward the destination.

"Understood. I am not far from that position," Aine hoped that just telling the ring to respond back was enough, as she calmly responded to the distress call in her head. "Explain the exact nature of the emergency while I move towards your location."

A faint light escaped the plantsuit at the center of the chest, where her Silver Heart sat under the living cloth. Invigorating herself with her own magics, she dashed through the halls heading toward the emergency. It was just one of those days she figured.

The girl arrived from the opposite direction as Spike did, her hand initially falling to her gun. She was there to heal after all. However spotting the claws on one of the three, her knife was drawn to her other hand. Feral-type Orange had a tendency to forget how to be human in times of stress. Especially if they transformed in such a manner as this guy.

She looked up at Spike, "You can keep an eye on him." Motioning to the one with claws, "I'll treat her, then I can get to him if he really needs it?" She decided he looked to have the most collected thoughts right now, and it would be better to communicate than everyone move at once and trip over each other.

"Hungry?" Uhura blinked and inched away. He ate people? Great. That was a hell of a situation to find herself in. "I think," she said, keeping her voice level as she took a moment to lean into the opposite wall after scooting herself over there, "this day is getting just a little bit more odd the further I get into it."

Her expression said self control?! and what the hell? all rolled up into one.

"You are not going near him, he doesn't need medical attention." Spike told Aine. "Look, you take care of the lady, then see if there's any blood around here that's not in anyone's body. Pigs if you can find it, but any'll do. Bring a lot. I'm hungry too."

"And you," he said, looking at Sam. "You're gonna stay right here and not make a move at any of the humans."

This was almost the worst kind of situation. After everything he'd just said to Spike, to be thusly proven so horrifically wrong. "I don't know how I've lost control...." he confessed. "When they said everyone was gone, I..."

He backed himself against the wall, and pulled his knees up to his chest. "I'm so sorry..." He hugged his legs and lowered his forehead against his arms. He was as much restraining himself as he was wallowing in his own misery.

Aine looked between the two 'men' a moment, although she was now working under the their neither was human. Based mostly on the claws on the one and the words on the other. Still, Spike was not harming anyone whatever he was, so for only the one with the claws seemed to be a concern, "I'm sure they have medical supplies with blood somewhere here..."

Just as casually as she spoke of blood for the two monsters, she aimed her gun and fired it at the injured woman's gut. The wound didn't seem deep, so a single blast of healing light should do the trick. It didn't need much focus or much thought, and a sitting target was much easier to hit than a moving one. "Damned if I know where the supplies are though, either of you know?"

"I may be able to assist."

Danger was fully to be expected in the situation they all found themselves, but Spock had been hoping Uhura would be able to keep herself out of trouble for at least a few days. Clearly that wasn't to be.

The half-Vulcan had responded immediately upon hearing her broadcast over the communication device, and he just as quickly surveyed the scene upon his arrival. A slight tightening around his mouth was his only outward reaction as he kneeled next to the Lieutenant, then glanced at the person who seemed to display some medical knowledge.

"I trust it will be safe to move her at this time to the medical bay? I am familiar with its location."

((OOC: If this isn't kosher, just let me know.))

Uhura wasn't sure if she wanted to grimace or sigh in relief as whatever it was that Aine had shot her with closed her wounds. It took her a half moment to realize Spock was there, once she'd finished absorbing the words flying back and forth. Her eyes found his and she managed a wordless 'I'm fine' conveyed by a single expression alone.

"What about the mess hall?" she managed a moment later. Her fingers had closed around Spock's wrist as if to keep her grounded. "I'm guessing it would have all sorts of food for many different types of people. If blood is what you need to survive, my guess is that it would be there."

Spike nodded, glancing over at the group. "That'd do. Healer girl, you go fetch some. Pointy ears, bring the lady to the medical bay. I'll stay here and babysit."

He strode forward and crouched in front of Sam. "And you have got to stop whining. You screwed up, and if you'd hurt her worse, I'd have killed you. But you didn't, so man up and brood in silence."

Aine moved her eyes between everyone in the corridor, the ears on the newest arrival drawing her gaze for a moment, "Medical Bay, I was meaning to find it later." She walked up to Spock, "You will lead us, and assist her if she cannot walk." Aine's tone was far more commanding than earlier. She doubted the second would be an issue, her Soul was flawless and that wound was hardly a challenge to treat.

The only reason the Medical Bay was important was to make sure her physiology could handle the magic for whatever reason, and to see what was there for her to work with. She turned to Spike, "You two could see if the Mess hall has something that suits your... needs. In case there isn't any blood stores for whatever reason in Medical."

Following Aine's words, Sam started back to his feet. That seemed as good an idea as any. He looked to Spike, ready to follow his lead. Both for the sake of this situation as well as to make sure he didn't anger the much older vampire.

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