Love Poison No Cure Needed

Forceful Stealth 1.4

“Rats, oh well forceful stealth it is.” Sorrel released his hair and dropped all the way to the ground.  When he landed, he ducked to avoid the swing from the red-haired guard and then spun around behind him and chopped on his neck. This time however the red head only staggered. In response to his yell the two who had been worriedly hovering around in the middle charged over. They were very fast crossing the distance in an instant.

“They’re vampires you can use a bit more strength.” Jasper called out from the beam above where he had settled down to watch. Sorrel paused for a moment at the new information and took a punch to the gut as a response. The punch didn’t hurt, and Sorrel didn’t move while the dark brown-haired guy that had rushed over instead had his hand bounce back at him and was left shaking his knuckles. The strength of the punch was just enough to scratch some of Grandad Ash’s bark so was about a one point five on the scale Jasper had set before. Figuring that they should be able to handle a bit more than the force they could use Sorrel waited for the next one to lunge at him.

It was unfortunate but while he had the ability to locate and react to the movements of the vampires, he couldn’t match their speed. Fast moving was not an obvious trait for him. Probably why Grandpa Oak was so insistent on stealth. As the two that had rushed over lunged at him from different sides Sorrel bent backwards at the waist. The two in turn collided over the top of him and Sorrel straightened up to chop down on their necks which caused them to promptly collapse on the ground. 

Before Sorrel could turn back to deal with the red head he jumped onto his back and bit at Sorrel’s neck. The red head took one gulp and then keeled over on the ground. 

“Now why did you do that, that was very stupid not wise life choice.” The remaining three men had remained clustered together in the centre of the room. As Sorrel spoke at the red head though the one with the seed started to cough and seize. “Oops, more serious one first, i'll come back to you.” 

As Sorrel jogged over to the three the two able men turned to face him raising the arms defensively. “What the hell are you and what do you want?” Both men had blonde hair, but one was a strawberry blond, and he was shaking the other was platinum blonde and had been the one to speak.

“I’m oleander and I want Aunt Lata’s seed that’s making him sick.” As soon as Sorrel mentioned that he wanted what was making the leader sick the platinum blonde stepped back.

“Hey what are you doing?” the strawberry blonde yelped.

“We can’t stop him anyway so we might as well hope for the best.” The platinum blonde reached out and grabbed his friend's arm to draw him aside.

“You really should be careful what you eat.” Sorrel said as he stopped in front of the leader who gave him a tired and resigned look. Sorrel smiled hoping to reassure him before leaning down to steal the leader’s breath for a moment and in turned summoned the seed out. Straightening back up he took the seed from his mouth and slid it into the side pouches of his belt. 

Maybe he should ask Grandma Birch for a belt with pouches and stuff so he could carry things when he got back. In mere moments, the leader looked visibly better, his shaking stopping as he straightened in his seat. Though his cheeks took on an unusual flush it was an improvement on the ghastly pale colour he had been before.

A weak choking sound behind him drew Sorrel’s attention back to the red headed vampire. “Oh, yeah better get my sap out or he’ll be done in.” striding back across the warehouse Sorrel ignored the other two vampires who had started to come to. They were very resilient. The redhead had managed to drag himself into a sitting position against the wall of the warehouse and at some point, Jasper had come down and was crouched beside him.

“Oleander can you help him?” Sorrel turned to look at the leader as he spoke from where he had followed him over.

“Oleander’s not my name? He'' Sorrel nodded at the platinum blonde “asked what I was, not who. My name is Sorrel.” The mission was over, and he could have knocked them all out so it should be fine to talk to them now. He would have Grandad Ash argue his case if worse came to worst. “Naturally, I can help deal with my own poison, it would be weird to be able to deal with everyone else’s but not my own.” Reaching the red head sorrel crouched down as well and grasped either side of his head before leaning over only to stop in surprise. 

“huh, your body is attempting to process the poison. I think you might be okay, in pain but okay even if you were left alone. Is it because you subsist on blood and don’t intake other forms of sustenance that your body just processes the other forms as not essential and breaks them down? That’s really neat. I’ll have to tell Nonna Yew she’ll be fascinated. Oh, but I’ll help cause its not nice to just leave it hurting.” Leaning back forward Sorrel stole his breath and drew out his poison. At the same time, the small punctures on the side of his neck healed without a trace. The red head remained seated against the wall likely still recovering from the rather nasty stomach ache he had gained.