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Knife 003 ░ Chane ░ Claire..? [Accidental Video]

[The feed, for anyone watching, shows Chane in bed. At first, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Until she suddenly sits up, looking at the empty space next to her, before looking around the room. The air is completely silent. After a minute, she slowly lies back down, and stll nothing seems wrong.

Anyone paying close attention will see, in the far corner of the feed, a man. Just a man, coated from head to toe in blood, watching her. Silently, he disappears into the shadows of her room.

A second later, and the feed suddenly gets switched off.]

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...Chane...Who the fuck was that?

[Vino. Vino isn't the kind to swear so offhandedly. So yeah, shit's about to go down.]

[Chane was in shallow see anyway, so Vino's voice wakes her up easily. However, his message disturbs her. Grabbing her blackberry, she switches to text]

What're you talking about..?

[Vino's eyes widen and suddenly he's in motion. He's running as fast as he can and still doesn't sound out of breath.]

Baby, get outta the damn room.

Okay

[Seeing him panicked instantly makes her scared. Vino never got scared.

Subtly feeling under her pillow for one of her knives, her eyes widen when she can't find it. Despite the fact she's only in her night dress, she gets out of bed and goes to leave the room.

However, before she can turn the handle, a hand on the back of her neck and a whisper in her ear make her freeze to the spot]

Can I see your ticket..please...

[You can hear him sharply inhale the second he hears that voice...Is that his voice? And didn't he use that to terrify that Rachel girl? His heart in his throat for her he makes it to the room. Though that worry gets overtaken by a rage. This was the Author's doing. She obviously didn't know him very well if she thought that he'd ever hurt her.

The door gets yanked open and he's stood there. Pupils like pin heads.]

Get your god damn filthy mits offa Chane!

[The man just smiles; a long, wicked smile. Pulling her back, he never takes his eyes off of Vino as he leans his face down into the crook of her neck, running his tongue across her skin. This was obviously a challenge, but Chane was having none of it.

His touch made her recoil in disgust, and she wished she had her weapons; it didn't make sense. She always kept one on her or near her at all times. Without one, she was pretty much defenceless, which scared her almost as much as the man in her room]

[The ex-conductor just snarls and lunges forwards, avoiding Chane with ease he grabs the intruder's hand and with a sharp motion makes to snap his wrist out of place. No one touched Chane but him, not for the fact that she was his, but for the plain and simple fact that she didn't like it.]

Chane, get your knife!

[She instantly backs away from the pair of conductors, and goes to retrieve her weapons. The empty bedside draw, and the empty sheaths in the dress she'd worn the day before fill her with dread. Turning back to him, she shakes her head and turns her palms upwards in an attempt to tell him that there was nothing for her to use.]

This doesn't make any sense..They're always with me..and who's voice was that? I know that voice..

[She couldn't place where she'd heard the intruders voice before..]

[His eyes narrowed as breaking the other's fingers hadn't achieved much in the way of deterring him. It...sounded familiar his cry of pain though. Not unlike his own eccentric tones, but different in many ways. For one it didn't even sound human. Whilst he may not have been sure of his own humanity at times, he was at least sure that he sounded human.

Looking over his shoulder he growls when he finds Chane doesn't have her knives. so he delivers a swift uppercut to the Rail Tracer's jaw, then kicks it in the stomach to send it flying back. With a split second's thought he yanks the shade from their standing lamp, smashed the bulb on their beside table and then rammed it through the monster. His eyes wrenched shut as he heard the twisting crunch of the shattered bulb socket through his gut and assumedly just missing his spine, crashing through the wall - just as he willed it.

He stood there for a moment, panting, staring at the monster writhing and trying to free itself, but Vino had wedged it there too strong.]

...You alright there Darlin'..?

[Chane looks away just before he impales the intruder. When things fall quiet, she opens her eyes again, and pulls her robe on, remembering that shes..not exactly wearing a lot.

Stepping up bhind him, she puts a hand on his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his back gently]

[He momentarily tenses before realising that it's Chane, settling slightly. He turns to face her, running his hand through her hair. When the monster growls trying to reach for him he merely spins and punches it square in the mouth, wincing as it contacted..but at least it shut it up.]

I don't think it'll be able to get offa there..hopefully.

[She nods, looking at the floor. She felt embarrassed; at the fact that she'd let herself be rescued, that, yet again, she couldn't defend herself - hell, that she hadn't noticed that there was someone else in the room with her]

[He frowns and takes her by the shoulders, brows furrowed.]

C'mon darlin... you know this Author flig is only doin it t'get t'ya. I know you can fight, you're damned good at it too.

That bastard playin fly on the wall is just another of her schemes, I know it.

[She just looks up at him, surprised that he's cursing but then putting it down to the past situation. So she frowns and nods, glancing at the bleeding monster stuck to the wall]

C'mon, put some digs on and let's leave this snot-nosed punk hangin - get some fresh air.

[He places his hand at the curvature of her spine with a softened expression, lightly rubbing the area.]

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