Blood and Smoke's Assassin Rp

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Did Cross feel a little bad about booting Mercy out? Just a little, cause he knew the other man probably wasn't going to go home, wherever that was. Maybe Cross would invite him to actually stay the night next time. After getting out of the shower, he found the piece of paper with Mercy's number, examining it for a moment before looking over at the room with the rabbits, seeing Kipper pawing through the bars. Poor thing looked like he wanted Mercy to come back. Sighing, he crouched down to comfort his pet before getting ready for bed, tired.

((Awhhhhh what cuties! And Yas, I’ll do it ^.^))

Mercy was pretty used to getting himself into sticky situations. His assassination attempts didn’t quite always go to plan, and this time especially it seemed as though he was probably gonna kick the bucket. And damn, too- he’d been looking forwards to seeing cross again in the club tonight.
He sighed, glancing at the chains wrapped around his wrists, each chain spreading his arms and holding him forcefully upright, just enough so it was difficult to breathe. He had another chain around his neck, attached to the floor, keeping him on his knees, which were starting to get sore.
Damned vampire nest. He hadn’t realised there were so many of them. He’d dusted maybe five of them- possibly a few more- before he’d been surrounded and beaten down. His cheek was hurting, and his neck where they had violently bit at him, only to irritably find the guy was pretty much impervious to their poison. So the stupid leeches had tied up the half-vampire and left, presumably to discuss which other way they were going to murder him.
Being a Dhampire had its perks, he supposed. Impervious to vampire poison, less damage from werewolf bites and impervious to lycanthropy, he could hear, smell, see better than a normal human and he was stronger and faster than one, too- it was just unfortunate that he was still physically pathetic compared to the proper vampires. Why’d his mother have to go f*ck one before she killed it? He groaned, pulling once again at the chains, his wrists dropping blood from how hard he’d been trying to escape. ‘Stupid f*cking leeches.’ He snarled, his normally pale eyes turning red around the rims.

Mercy glanced sharply upwards as cross entered, his eyes flooding a deep red, expecting the vampires to have come back. He then blinked, vaguely recognising the guy- despite his rather, uh, different appearance.
‘...hey.’ He said, clearing his throat. Well. This was awkward.
The weapons slung about his waist were pretty much enough of a giveaway to mercy’s profession now. More blood dripped from his wrists, and he glanced at the doorway. ‘Leaders comin’. I assume that’s why you’re here. He’s pretty fast, so watch your ankles.’
Mercy’s own had been very nastily slashed with some kind of knife. ‘He’s like, ten.’

Mercy grunted with slight pain as Cross did this, before struggling very unsteadily to his feet. His ankles really were badly shredded, and the guy was pretty much moving on pure willpower at this point.
He jolted as the vampire sprinted into the room on all fours, hissing and leaping at mercy almost too fast for him to see. He dropped and rolled, flinging out a foot to kick the horrible thing in the chest. He heard a crunch, but it did absolutely nothing to perturb the attacker, which then shot at cross instead, determined on killing the intruders in its nest.
‘What kind of psycho turns a kid?’ Mercy snarled, sliding backwards across the floor, struggling with hands slicked with blood to try and load his pistol, which had been slung at his hip. He’d dropped his rifle earlier when the vampires had got him.

The kid hissed at them, black blood mixed with venom practically pouring from his lips. It began to sprint around on all fours again as cross aimed at it, refusing to stay still.
Mercy finally managed to get his pistol loaded and leaned back, glaring furiously at the thing as it rushed at them again.
He raised his gun and pulled the trigger, watching with vicious satisfaction as the kid fell back, screeching loudly and clutching at its chest, which began to smoke. After a few more minutes of agonising screaming, then kid finally exploded into dust.
Mercy sat still for a moment, listening out to see if any of the remaining nest inhabitants would come to see what had happened. Hearing nothing, he guessed they’d made the smart decision to abandon the nest before daylight hit.
He looked over at crosshairs, frowning slightly as he studied him, vaguely confused as to what he even was. He leaned against a wall for support as he struggled to his feet, teeth gritted against the pain in his ankles.

Mercy had the decency to look at least a little intimidated by cross getting up in his face, and he winced slightly at the sight of those teeth, only relaxing once ‘human’ cross was back. His cheeks turned a little red at his words, and he slung his pistol back onto his belt. ‘Uhm... sure... thanks.’ He said, uncomfortable with accepting the others help. He was used to being a ‘lone wolf’, or so to say. He limped over to him, still struggling to hold his own weight.

‘Thanks.’ Mercy muttered, moving a little better once Cross helped take some of his weight. ‘And yeah. Los Angeles faction. Can’t say much more. We prefer to hide from your lot.’ He said, glancing sideways at him. ‘We tend to get caught up in the fire when we’re just tryna do our job.’

‘You’re not on my list.’ Was Mercy’s simple response, keeping his gaze ahead. ‘I could ask the same thing, considering what you know now.’ He flinched as they left the nest, daylight breaking on the horizon. He squinted against it and turned his face away, pupils shrinking to pinpricks. The sun didn’t burn him to death the way it did other vampires, but it did give him massive migraines if he was exposed to it for too long.
He picked up the pace slightly, really wanting to get out of it and into the safety of Cross’s home before that happened and made his day considerably more terrible.

‘Mother was a nephilim.’ He replied, not finding himself too bothered with revealing it. ‘Father was a vampire she killed. Used to seduce them into her bed before getting rid. I was an unfortunate aftermath.’ He ran a hand through his hair, before leaning a hand down to gently pet the rabbit, that gentle warmth entering his cold eyes again. ‘Hey.’ He murmured to it, tickling under his chin, before he sat up and tugged his shirt over his head to reveal the extent of the damage. A lot of the wounds he sported didn’t seem to have come from the vampires, who normally just clawed and bit at you. It looked like he’d been pummelled- beaten around. His chest, stomach and hips were blackened with nasty bruises- and from his wrists to his upper arms there was rope burns, as if he’d been tied down. At the very base of his throat there was some bruising. He ignored it all, sitting up properly so cross could sort him out. He really was in a sorry state.

Mercy hummed at finding out Cross’s parentage, before flinching and averting his gaze, hesitant to respond at first, before finally he nodded. ‘Husband.’ He mumbled, wearing a very ashamed expression, looking almost... vulnerable.
He rubbed at his arms, trying to avoid looking at cross now. He was embarrassed- with all of his skills and attributes, and supernatural abilities, one might assume he’d just get his own back and leave.

Mercy dropped his gaze to his lap, silently listening as he allowed Cross to work on him. He was a man of very few words, and this conversation was really, really embarrassing him, but he found himself desperate to answer. ‘I’m scared of him.’ He very, very softly replied, voice barely above a whisper. I have nowhere else to go. he thought to himself, wringing his hands in his lap.

Mercy’s eyes widened at Cross’s response, and his shoulders seemed to shake slightly. He turned his head away, hair covering his face to hide it. ‘Thankyou.’ He mumbled, finally finding his voice. He glanced down at his body and nodded at Cross’s instructions, before leaning down to continue petting the rabbit. He was pretty sure his husband would find him within the next three days. He always did. Mercy would leave before then- he didn’t want cross getting hurt.

Mercy jumped as the rabbit was placed in his lap, and awkwardly blinked down at it. After a moment he recovered, and reached with two hands to gently stroke along the rabbits body, his whole self seeming to relax and calm down, gaze soft towards the animal. After a while, he looked up for cross, glancing around. ‘Have you got a phone? I lost mine in the nest. Need to text my boss.’

Mercy hesitated, not wanting cross to leave him. ‘Uhm- no... no, I’m fine.’ He said, lifting the rabbit to his chest and holding it gently. ‘I’ll be okay.’
He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t want to be alone right now.
He went about texting his boss about the nest, then handed back the phone after deleting the number from it.