Not Again B...{ adrien, ezra, dani, bliss

[Bliss Diegel]

Sitting infront of her laptop, Bliss stared to her screen, a smile forming on her red lips when Adrien said she was allowed to have one more of her substance. She was becoming addicted to the substance, and it was bad. Things were just pilling, and all from the past. She was running from things she didn't want to face. She didn't want to face in the past, the issues she was having. So, what better than to get by with a little help from a new friend? Yeah, we've all heard about her and her evil names. Her name was weed, accompined usually but heroin if Bliss really needed it. So, why not do it? I mean, not like anything bad would, happen, right? Well, tonight she did a little bit too much, and now... She was becoming dizzy and next thing she saw was black. Down Bliss went!

So, now Bliss was being carried into Ezra's car so they could get her to the hospital... Bliss really never thought this could happen, that she'd actually get this addicted or this high to where she passed out! It just wasn't something Bliss could think would happen to her, not her! I mean, she was Bliss, it happened to other people, not her! But, now there she was... With Adrien, Sammii, and Ezra, driving for the hospital in her passed out state... Now, a hope probably for everyone was that she didn't freak out and use her powers. Wouldn't be the first time it happened...

Bliss did have some troubles, some big ones. The fact she had killed people. Her dead arents. Her old foster parents. All of this stuff basically no one knew. Bliss knew people's past though, Bliss guessed it some way to torture her. She only got the power or developed it after her parents died. So, every touch on her skin she saw people's past, and everyone had their secret past, usually depressing or something depressing she found. Bliss just was being so overwhelmed. She had been finding this one drug dealer, spending tons of her money on the newly addicting drugs. It felt so good, so nice... Bliss didn't get or understand it, and people saw her suffering, or at least she thought they did. But, now passed out, it was a definate her friends would be on her ass about not using them anymore or about being high... Oh god, Bliss would be watched like a hawk. Stupid past and drugs...

[ezra hart]

Bliss had really done it this time. Sure, there were times where it was fun to be scared, like “haha, oh, I totally didn’t see you jumping out from behind that wall”, “haha, oh, I totally didn’t see you jumping out from behind that incredibly thin pole”, or even “haha, oh, I totally didn’t see you jumping out from behind that leaf you were holding up as cover”. But it wasn’t so funny when the person who was trying to scare you didn’t get up. When she wasn’t joking about passing out. When she wasn’t like the sister you never had, the girl who you most wished you shared blood relations with—the one person who understood you as their guardian. It was sick...they had laughed at first. Laughed because they thought she was kidding around with them like she had always been. The letdown was tough. They had waited for a few seconds, laughter dying out as they told her to sit back up and watch the movie (because Wall-E really saved everything). It wasn’t until Sammii had bent down to touch her that they had realized what had happened, and they carried her to his car, bent on reaching the hospital as soon as possible.

They were racing down the highway at a dangerous speed. Aside from the fact that Adrien and unconscious Bliss were in the backseat, he felt a sort of calm feeling when he looked outside the window. Once they got out of the mountains, they were stuck in a sea of dark green grass covering vast fields and hills. Driving into the outskirts was always night, especially at night, when the off-white stars lit up the indigo sky. It was kind of like a painting of a perfect, starry-sky. Unfortunately, beautiful scenery didn’t always come with beautiful inhabitants. Winterthorne was a place of grace and wonder, but it was also the home for slaughter and heartbreak. He sighed, eyes drifting back lazily to the road—it hadn’t mattered before, the roads were clear (yes, he is a horrible driver)—but his heart leapt as he saw a car right in front of them, and they were approaching it quickly. He swerved out of the way, barely missing it. The other driver honked and yelled something, but, as always, Ezra was oblivious to it. He was solely focused on getting Bliss to the hospital and fast.

His dark blue eyes flicked up to look at Adrien and Bliss in the mirror. He was still uneasy about Killingston...it had only been a short while ago that Dani had complained to them every fucking second about how horrible the other demon was. He just plain out didn’t trust him, and it made him uneasy to think that he had his arm around Bliss like he was trying to take care of her. Ezra’s gaze drifted over to Sammii. He knew that, most likely, the werewolf was freaking out. He always did about things like this. It was adorable to watch him get upset when they watched movies because a character had unrequited love, or when his or her parents were jerks. It wasn’t as fun to watch when he really got upset over something; even if you had nothing to do with the problem, it was like you had hurt him in the first place—which was exactly how Ezra felt as he looked over at the boy. Sighing, he returned his gaze to the road (which was, thankfully, empty again). “You okay back there?” Alright, stupid question, but he had to say something...

[sammii knowell]

[/b]" he complained as he glanced out the window and saw the scenery flashing by much too quickly. Yeah, he knew they had to get there quickly, but this was too fast. The demon was going to wind up killing all of them! Sammii sniffled as he tried to stop the tears again--he hated crying in front of people. He gazed out the window again. How could everything look so beautiful when this was happening? How could the stars shine so bright in the dark sky when Bliss was passed out in the back of car with Adrien holding her? And that was another thing. Adrien...why was he here anyway? Sammii had more than a little bit of dislike of him, after all he'd done to Dani. But there he was, sitting in the back of Ezra's car with an arm around Bliss.

Sammii's eyes grew wide as he looked over and out the windshield. Bright headlights were right in front of them. Not off to the side like they should have been, but right in front of them! Oh god... They were going to die. How had Ezra managed to get on the wrong side of the road?! "Ezra!" he gasped, one hand releasing its tight grip on the car seat to try and point out the glass window. But the demon was already swerving out of the way. Sammii held onto the seat again and stared at his boyfriend with wide, bright azure eyes. "What are you doing?!" he fussed. "You're going to kill us before we even get there! Pay more attention!" All his worry over Bliss was spilling out with his shouting at Ezra.[/blockquote][/ul][/color][/size]

[Adrien Killingston]

He hadn't meant for it to happen. He didn't want Bliss to die, that's not what he wanted at all. Okay, so Bliss was just a teensy bit high. Maybe an understatement, but she was high. They all knew that drugs were bad for anybody, but Bliss knew it was bad for her. And yet, she continued along with them. Adrien had told the girl to stop. She asked if she could have more. He, acting like an older brother, said that she could have one more. Knowing her, though, she probably grabbed the strongest kind there was. He hadn't meant for her to overdose, or collapse or anything. He didn't want that for the girl. Bliss was like his little sister. He was extremely protective of her, and loved her so much. Not like that, like a sister. Heck, they'd probably prove they were related someday, anyways. Well...he did have vampire kin...anyways, he didn't like that she had passed out, and he was scared out of his wits for the girl.

So now he was sitting in the back of Ezra's car, holding on to the girl, cradling her close to him. Out of all people, it had to be Sammii and Ezra to have been around then. Of course, Bliss had gotten them along. Well, she had been hanging out with them before inviting him over, but that was okay. But of all people, it had to be them. The two that probably hated his guts more than anybody else. Although, the reason was understandable. Not too long ago, he'd been a big asshole to gifted humans. Of course, he still wasn't that nice to them. He wasn't suddenly a sweetheart, but he understood them more, and wasn't so mean to them. It was all because of his stupid mother, too. Why, why did she hide from him the fact that his father, someone he never saw, was human? She just let him go on thinking that he was pureblood demon. Well...pureblood, in any case. He was born a demon into a family of vampires. But he had still thought himself pureblood, not half. He was a demon and a human. What an interesting combination. But before he knew that, he was a big jerk. Especially to a girl called Dani James. She was a human, but she was a fiery one. She retaliated to his taunts, to his cruel words. Which only made it more fun for him. And two of her best friends happened to be in the car with him. He guessed it was lucky that it was her that had found him at the old amusement park that day. Someone that he knew, even though he pissed her off. She had understood him, too. Somewhat. He was still a bit annoyed at her, just because she had seen him in a weak moment, but she also helped her friends understand that he wasn't that mean anymore....

But they still didn't like him. He doubted they ever would fully accept him, in any case. He had been mean to their best friend since....well, ever since he met her, really. He had been a complete jerk to the girl, making her yell, making her cry, pissing her off. Just the general thing. But he had done that since his sophomore year, probably, since she was a freshman. It was funny, how after three years of him pissing her off, he's suddenly mad at her, upset, and she comforts him. But Ezra and Sammii still wouldn't like him. Like he'd thought they would in any case. Not unless he did something super crazy to prove himself. Which wasn't likely.

They were going too fast. They were speeding down this road, at night. Nobody was around, which was good. He could pretty much tell that Ezra was a horrible driver. Well, served him right, in any case. He needed something to prove him imperfect, because he definitely acted as if he was perfect. And then there was Sammii. It was obvious the two in the front liked each other. Hey, it wasn't anything odd. He himself was bi, so it wasn't like there was any problems, but they were just kind of...mismatched. Ezra was a demon, and was a bit of an ass at times, he knew. And Sammii....well, Sammii was pretty much just a little kid. He acted like one, in any case. He pouted and everything.

Adrien nearly flew out of the seat as Ezra swerved around the oncoming care. He was glad that he had been looking down at Bliss and hadn't caught the fact that they had nearly run into the car. If he had....well, something bad would've happened, in any case. Wind, rain. Something like that probably would've occurred within the car, in his surprise of the oncoming car. But all he saw was the light from the headlights flash through the car. He tightened his hold on the girl next to him. He was so worried for Bliss. He nearly felt like crying. He wasn't a wuss, but he loved the girl like his own sister, and losing a sister was a bad thing. A very bad thing. And he didn't want to lose Bliss. But he didn't cry. He wouldn't. Not in front of these two. He looked up into the rearview mirror as Ezra addressed him. "Oh, yeah, fine and dandy. Just sitting here with Bliss on my lap unconscious, no problems there." He retorted sarcastically. Oh yeah...everything was going fiiine..not. Like it would be, with him holding on to the girl in the back seat as she was out cold. Yeah. Perfect.

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[ezra hart]

‘What are you doing?! You’re going to kill us before we even get there! Pay more attention!’

The demon flinched a little. He was way too tired to argue back…and, of course, Sammii was right: if he didn’t focus on driving a bit more, there’d be no reason to go to the hospital. There were also the couple of cars honking angrily at him to remind him of the fact, but he ignored the loud noises as they sped along the dark road. “Sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say; he knew that either way the werewolf would go on about how dangerous it was for him to drive, maybe even adding that someone else should take the wheel, but again he was too tired to come up with anything else to say. The shock of finding your friend unconscious did that to you. A lot of people got a sort of rush and panicked when things like that happened. Not Ezra. His rush lasted about two minutes, the time it took to get her to the car, and then died down into worry and weariness. He wanted to close his eyes and just think for a moment, but he was driving, and then there’d be hell to pay from Sammii and Adrien—not to mention Bliss. If they told her when she woke up, that is…if she woke up.

There was no way they’d make it. So many things were going against them. For one, the hospital was in the outskirts—it had to be at least forty-five minutes away by car. The tank was almost empty and there wasn’t a gas station around for a few miles, and by the looks of it, Ezra would crash them off of a cliff before they actually got around to it. He cursed silently to himself as he watched the reeds to the side of the road sway. He knew they were going fast. He wanted to go fast. For Bliss’ sake and…well, he just liked going fast. It gave him sort of a thrill. Sure, other kids at Winterthorne had super speed and could run endless circles around him, but Ezra? The only way he could match it was in car. It was almost like they were flying past everything. He had always wondered what it was like to fly. Speeding was as close as he could get to the power of an angel’s wings; he had always envied the magnificent feathers, the dazzling colors that lit up when the sun hit them. He never told anyone. There was the whole “I-hate-angels” reputation to keep up (demons v. angels—a popular group at Winterthorne, much like vampire v. werewolf), and also the fact that people would look at him like he was crazy if he told them why he drove so fast. Then again, they would have already looked at him like he was crazy because he drove so fast.

‘Oh, yeah, fine and dandy. Just sitting here with Bliss on my lap unconscious, no problems there.’ His dark blue eyes flicked up to Adrien’s in the mirror. He wished that he could just take a piece of metal off his car and bend it back to smack the other demon in the face. Killingston was such an ass. Yes, it had been a stupid question. No, he did not need to fucking piss off the driver when he was already in a bad mood. He sighed and returned his gaze to the road. They were all tense because of Bliss, he knew that; even though he hated it, Bliss thought of him as an older brother, like Ezra. He wasn’t going to jeopardize their friendship just to have a stupid fight with Killingston. That was the other thing. What was up with his last name? Killingston?! That just screamed danger. But hey…if Bliss could give him a chance, he could give him a chance, right? As he watched the road, his eyes flicked back every now and then to check the gas. Fuck, we’re never going to make it… He didn’t know why he hadn’t just teleported in the first place. Well, he did know. He wasn’t used to taking groups of people along—he had no idea what would happen. Was it worth the risk? Sure, he could take objects, buildings, anything…but for some reason, people were different.

As they made their way around the large bend, he saw the upcoming traffic. Okay, that was another fine and dandy thing to add to the list from hell. He gritted his teeth. At this rate they wouldn’t make it. They truly and honestly wouldn’t. He bit his lip and looked back at Bliss for a moment. Was it worth it to risk everything for her? He had no idea what was going to happen…if things would work or not. But like this—just waiting through the traffic—she was a goner. The traffic was nearing, now. The tons of cars, all the flashing headlights, were becoming closer and closer. Ezra looked over at Sammii, a hint of sadness in his eyes before he turned his gaze to the traffic. “Hold on.” He slammed his foot down on the gas, now speeding crazily at the cars. He needed a little boost of power to really make it work. They were fifty feet away…twenty feet away…ten feet away…five feet away…one foot away. He lifted his hands off the wheel and grabbed the dashboard, pulling with all his might as he teleported them to the hospital.

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The car crashed to the ground in front of the entrance. The demon flew forward from his seat, having had no seat belt on (something people always told him to wear, but he ignored), and hit the front of the car. Groaning, he rubbed his head and pushed himself off of the dashboard, sliding back into his seat. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and look at the others. He didn’t know if they made it…he didn’t even want to think what might have—or did happen—to Sammii and Bliss. Eyes still shut, he called out weakly, “Are you…did you…hello?” From now on he was listening to Sammii. Not that fast, wearing seatbelts, and no more teleporting with a large amount of people.

[sammii knowell]

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Sammii felt really bad about yelling at Ezra now. The demon didn't need to deal with him fussing at him about his driving when they were all worrying about Bliss in the backseat, unconscious. He bit his bottom lip and turned his bright blues back to the other boy. "No, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell at you," Sammii said. His voice was quiet, a bit sad, and completely asking for apology from Ezra. "I shouldn't have..." he added. Sammii's right hand released its grip on the seat and he brought it up to his face, wiping away the tears that made his face damp and shiny. Well...at least he'd stopped crying now. That was a plus. A rather lousy one, but a plus all the same, right? Not that it even came close to overpowering anything else, Sammii realized as he looked at the gas-meter-thing. He had a habit of doing that, just randomly looking. And it was a bit despairing to see that it was nearly on the 'E' for empty already. Nothing was with them, was it? Not the gas, not time (because if they didn't hurry, Bliss was a goner for sure), not distance. Why did the fucking hospital have to be all the way on the outskirts? Didn't that just kind of defeat the purpose? Hospital's were places you went to when someone was like, dieing. How was a dieing person going to be saved it took them an hour to get the hospital? It didn't make an inch of sense. They could have at least have made it in the town so it would be closer.

Pouting slightly, Sammii looked back out the window on his side of the car. He watched the scenery go by quickly, dark trees and grass flashing by in a blur of greens, the stars became like little lines of a bright white color. Eventually, Sammii's eyes wandered back to Ezra, just looking at him, nothing else really. He was just studying the demon. The werewolf felt so bad for him, he seemed so tired as he drove down the nearly empty street. Well, thank goodness it was empty. Sammii opened his mouth as though to speak, thought better of it, and closed it again. He wondered if he should volunteer to drive instead...but Ezra probably wouldn't let him anyway. He leaned towards the other boy a bit in his seat, finally able to relax more after the near-crash (oddly enough, right?). Finally he was leaning against the thing in the middle, his chin rested lightly on Ezra's arm, not enough to really distract him from driving though. "Are you okay?" he asked the other quietly. Despite the uncomfortable position of leaning over the middle of the car, he loved to have his cheek resting against Ezra's arm and he didn't really have an intention of moving for a little while. His eyelids closed over his blue eyes, trying to relax and calm down.

Sammii's eyes opened up again after a while, looking out the windshield. He saw alot of different car lights. Oh great, something else trying to stop Bliss from getting there before she died. Fate certainly had a dislike of them, didn't it? Sammii lifted his cheek off of Ezra's arm and sat back up straight in his seat. He felt the car speeding up suddenly quite significantly and looked back at Ezra with question in his eyes. What was the demon doing this time? Sammii's eyes widened as he heard the other say to "hold on"...why?! Sammii felt himself gripping the edges of his seat again as his wide eyes stared at the other boy. "What are you do-," he cut off as he saw Ezra let go of the steering wheel. His eyes closed again. Aw man, he didn't have a good feeling about this.

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The eyes reopened as he felt the car hit the ground again. Sammii bounced forward in his seat, but didn't really go too far, thanks to his seatbelt. What had just...happened? Looking over to Ezra, he heard a groan escape the other's mouth. The demon hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, had he? Sammii told him he always should...he'd actually been right. And Ezra was really going to hear about that later, when the more important matters were out of the way. One of them being: did they teleport? Well...whatever had happened, Sammii's stomach was feeling quite sick. "E-Ezra..?" he said, his voice was quiet and a bit scared now. "Are you okay?" He reached out and put a hand on the demon's shoulder lightly. The werewolf heard him asking some jumbled question, which he figured out to something along the lines of him wondering if they were alright, to if they were even there anymore. "I-I'm here," he answered. He couldn't really turn himself around too well to see if Bliss and Adrien were okay though, and he was so concerned about Ezra too. His hand left Ezra's shoulder to cover his mouth. "I don't feel too good," he muttered, the sound muffled slightly by his hand as he spoke. Okay, teleporting was a no. At least he knew that now. He also knew that he like, needed to throw up or something... "Ugh," he said quietly, to himself.[/color][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[Adrien Killingston]

Adrien knew that he was similar to a person on probation with these two. He had pretty much one chance. One chance to not mess up in any scenario. He couldn't do anything to Bliss, like he would, couldn't do anything to Dani, couldn't do anything to them, couldn't do anything to anybody, really. Once he did, they'd go back to hating him like they did before. Not to mention the fact that they already pretty much hated him, but they didn't express it like they would have before. Frankly, it was a good thing that he was friends with Dani right now, or else they would've ripped his head off once he entered the room with Bliss and Sammii and Ezra. Probably. Maybe not, but they definitely wouldn't be acting as nice as they were right now. He certainly was one lucky half-demon.

And he didn't even have anything to do but sit there, holding Bliss, and looking out the window, listening to Ezra's and Sammii's conversation. And their conversation most definitely wasn't entertaining. It was as boring as hell, really. Ezra was pretty much an idiot. Ezra had once been somewhat of a friend, before the guy went to being friends with the humans. Sure they weren't close friends or anything, just sort of....acquaintances. But they weren't anymore. They were enemies, really. They wouldn't ever be friends, that was for sure. Not that they really were. That was when Ezra was all "I'm badass, fool." And a stupid stage of life. Hell, he probably still acted that way. And Sammii...gods. Hell, he wasn't even sure why he called the boy by his nickname. Probably because he didn't know what he liked to be called. Anyways, to him, it seemed as if there was a five or four year old trapped in an eighteen year old's body. Seriously. The kid cried over anything and everything. It was stupid and childish. It was a wonder the guy had any friends, much less a boyfriend. I mean, jeez.

After the near-crash, he felt even more irritable. I mean, sure, Bliss could be dyeing, but wouldn't it be better for her to die from overdose than in a car crash attempting to get to the hospital to save her from dyeing? I mean, how stupid could you be to kill someone you were trying to save? Although he knew she couldn't feel it, Adrien squeezed Bliss's shoulders, as if comforting her. Although, it was more of him comforting himself by thinking he was comforting her....if that made any sense at all. But soon enough, more headlights and taillights appeared in the windshield. And this time, Adrien noticed them. There was traffic. And Ezra wasn't slowing down. On the contrary, he was speeding up, heading towards the traffic extremely fast. Dangerously fast. They were going to crash, he knew it. His face was panic-stricken as they grew closer and closer to the cars. At the demon's words, he looked frantically around. He wasn't wearing a seat belt, why would he? He would die. They all would die. Except Sammii, who had a seat belt on. He grabbed the handle above him, and pulled Bliss onto his lap, cradling her close. Aw shit, this ain't gonna end good.. was the thought that filled his mind as the lights shone brightly into the car.

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Then, it was dark. There were lights, but they were shining from outside where he was. Where the hell was he? Then it came back to him. Holy shit. They had crashed into other cars at high speed.....hadn't they? But as his jumbled mind tried to figure things out, he realized his arm hurt. It hurt badly. And he was nearly in the front seat, and Ezra and Sammii were right there. Okay, so he obviously wasn't dead. But where was he? He blinked several times, and then noticed the illuminated sign nearby. It stated that they were at the Hospital. How the hell did they get here? Obviously, somebody here was a transporter. It wasn't him, obviously. He'd know if he could teleport. He stretched his fingers out on his left hand, letting go of the handle. His arm was really sore, but it hadn't been torn out of the socket, which was good. He was lucky that his head hadn't gone straight into Ezra's seat. He clambered back into the seat, and grabbed Bliss. Obviously, the girl hadn't been strapped in, either. She was splayed across the floor. "Shit, Bliss." He muttered, pulling her back up onto the seat. Ezra and Sammmii exchanged words, but he payed little attention, except for gleaning the fact that it had most likely been Ezra that teleported them. Wouldn't surprise him. He rubbed his temple in frustration. Gods, they could have been killed. All of them could've been killed. Except Sammii, although he still might have been killed in a car crash, even with a seat belt on. Okay. From now on, he was going to wear a freaking seat belt. At least if it meant living, instead of dying.

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[ezra hart]

Shit, this is not good. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He didn’t want to look and see if the others had made it for one reason: what if they hadn’t? What if—what if they hadn’t...what if they were hurt? Or worse yet, what if they hadn’t survived the jump? The only other time he’d heard of someone trying to transport a building or a sailboat full of people, they had ended up scattered around—and not just in different spots than their original. Literally, they had been torn apart; all their bloody remains had been tossed about when they had reappeared in their new destination. For some reason, teleporting with structures or multiple human beings had always been a problem for transporters. No one knew if it was an overload of power or if it was simply impossible. No one had really bothered to study it—well, no one that made the papers. It was magyck, they reasoned. It couldn’t be studied. It just...was. That was basically the definition for anything that occurred at Winterthorne, anyway.

Pain seared through his head, and he slowly reached up to touch his forehead lightly with his fingers to see if there was any damage. Well, no blood. His hand fell to his side with a tired thud, eyes fluttering in an attempt to open them. Why was it so hard? Finally the dark blue surfaced again, and he blinked a few times to refocus his vision. He forced his eyes to keep straight ahead into the dark night, unsure if he wanted to move and check the surroundings yet. Had they even made it to the hospital? His eyes flicked sideways a bit and saw the illuminated sign. God, it looked like it radiated with the lights of heaven. It must have to anyone who actually needed the hospital for an emergency; it was like the ray of hope, or some shit like that. Maybe he should’ve rented an inspirational movie rather than Wall-E. Sure as hell would have prepared him for something like this. Plus, his hope levels would be up, everything would seem to have a happy ending, they’d all find a missing parent, and he’d be able to give someone the best advice they’d ever heard in their life. But they’d seen Wall-E, so all he could say for himself was “Eeeevvuuuuhhhh”.

‘E-Ezra...?’

That was all he needed. His body jerked at the sound of Sammii’s voice, and his eyes snapped over to meet the other’s. He’s...he’s okay... he thought to himself meekly, trailing his deep-blue gaze over the boy’s—thankfully safe and unharmed—features. Almost letting out a loud sigh of relief, he remembered what they had originally gone to the hospital for. Bliss. If Sammii was safe, was it okay to assume that the others were, too? No. Of course not. You never knew with magyck, especially when used at a panicked time. But then again, that was the whole point: you never knew with magyck. They could be fine. They could’ve been better than ever—which he doubted, but it was never a good idea to be pessimistic in a time of emergency. Which reminded him, no matter what awaited him in the backseat...getting Bliss to the emergency room was what mattered right now. Oh—Sammii! He realized he hadn’t said anything. “I’m...yeah, I’m okay...” he muttered, rubbing his forehead again. The werewolf could wait.

He heard a noise. The noise of someone shuffling. He turned his head to look at the boy across from him, who seemingly hadn’t made the noise, and realized that it must have been Adrien. The familiar voice of the shapeshifting demon echoed through his thoughts as he grabbed the edge of his seat, pulling him around to face the back. It seemed that the jump hadn’t affected them...well, it hadn’t affected Adrien—or, he wasn’t saying anything about it. Bliss, he had no idea. She was still unconscious (which was never a good thing). Hurriedly, he flipped around, opened the car door, and pushed himself out. He was halfway in the backseat moments later, offering a hand to help Adrien lift Bliss out of his car. “You made it,” he noted aloud, gaze dropping to Bliss worriedly before it lifted back to the other demon curiously. “Do you feel sick too?” He hoped to god it was only Sammii who had problems with teleporting.

[sammii knowell]

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Sammii's blue eyes continued to look at Ezra, worried about him. But what about Bliss? And Adrien? If Ezra had asked if they were even there, did that mean that Bliss and Adrien could have got left behind or something? Sammii had no idea of the mechanics of teleportation. And after this time he didn't really want to try teleportation again. His stomach was churning uncomfortably from the experience. "Good," he replied to Ezra. Then he turned around to see what had happened to Bliss and Killingston. Thank goodness, they were both there. And it looked like both were relatively fine. Bliss was still unconscious, unfortunately. Adrien looked like he was pretty damn fine though.

Bright blues went back to staring out the windshield as he tried to calm his stomach. He really didn't want to throw up right now. He wanted to help out Bliss, and he couldn't do that if he was in the bathroom leaning over a toilet bowl. "Mmrrmm..." he mumbled into his hand as his stomach flipped again. Sammii removed his hand as he watched Ezra move out of his seat and walk to the backseat of the car. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened up his door, stepping out into the dark parking lot. His feet quietly thudded on the asphalt as he walked around to the other side of the car, standing out of the way from Ezra and Adrien getting Bliss out of the car. All Sammii would probably do was get in the way if he tried to help. He wasn't very strong, and the two demons were strong enough together to carry the thin frame of the vampire girl into the building.

"Are you guys okay carrying her by yourselves?" he asked as they started heading towards the hospital. The werewolf was walking quietly slightly behind the three other students.[/color][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[Adrien Killingston]

That moment was probably one of the most horrifying moment Adrien had ever had. He thought he was about to die. He thought he had died. It wouldn't have surprised him if he had suddenly found himself at the gates of hell, or something. But he hadn't. He had lived. Painfully, due to his sore arm, but he lived. And really, he was lucky to only have a sore arm, since he had not put on a seat belt. He could have had worse injuries, but he only escaped with those. Thank the devil, too. He needed all his limbs intact..or else he wouldn't be able to wander among the animals as one of them, something he often did in bad moods. Broken limbs weren't fun as animals....and really, he wasn't supposed to change when he had a broken bone, because then the bone would change, and still be broken, and it would just be really weird. Besides, it wouldn't heal properly if it had. But he was lucky to be alive, and without broken bones.

The voices of Ezra and Sammii pierced the silence that followed the teleportation. Adrien could have thought of other voices that would have been better, but he was glad, nonetheless, the the other two people were alive. If they hadn't been...he'd probably get hell from Dani because he lived and they didn't. Not to mention blamed by people that were friends with them. So, he was thankful, somewhat, that they had lived as well. It was a good thing, perhaps, that they were at a hospital. Well, had actually landed at the hospital. If one of them was severely hurt, or hurt in any way, they could get easy treatment for it. He could probably get a couple of painkillers, and if Sammii or Ezra had any cuts, bruises, or anything, they could easily get something for that, too.

Adrien started when Ezra's door opened. Really, he hadn't expected it. Not so suddenly. Perhaps after a bit more time or recuperation, or something, but not now. And then, Sammi's door opened, and then his own did. Ezra opened it, ready to help Bliss out. Ezra easily grabbed the girl, and then actually turned to him. "Yeah, I made it, is it such a surprise to you?" Well...apparently transporting things wasn't as easy as it seemed, if he could make such a guess by the tones that Ezra had used, wondering if they were there and whatever. "No, I'm fine." He replied, clambering out of the car, holding onto Bliss as well. Like hell he'd let Ezra carry the girl himself. Who knew what the guy would do. Adrien and Ezra carried the thin girl into the hospital carefully, delicately. He looked back at Sammii as he questioned the two demons. "I'm fine with it, dunno bout him, though." He answered as they maneuvered through the doors.

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