How do you defeat a demon god thing? Get a whole lot of gods of light to help, or better, allfathers.
In any case, when all was said and done, and the bad guy was gone, struck from existence by lightning at the tip of a hammer, it was Fet who strode into the room wielding that hammer, having won the right to use it, just this once, from Odin, in an arm-wrestling match.
Her bindings took only a moment to strike away, and then Fet was kneeling, wrapping her in one of his coats, and lifting her. The rest of the world could burn, now, for all he cared. He had found her.
"Got you Dutch. Time to go home." And he turned and left as the others cleaned up, carefully carrying her past the place and out the hole in the wall he had made. His hands held her carefully, loosely, so she could slip away any moment she wanted to. And he was worried, very worried, as he carried her. He had salves, and sutures, medicine of all kinds, waiting in his place, for her.
It took more than a minute for Dutch to convince herself that she wasn’t dreaming. She had given up all hope of rescue. Worse than that, she’d convinced herself that if anyone would try to rescue her they would wind up dead, yet somehow here was Vasiliy Fet and he’d killed the thing that had tortured and violated her so cruelly. She was in his arms, safe and sound.
“Vasiliy?” She asked in a quiet voice. A shaky hand reached up to touch his face, see if he was real. “Tell me you’re really here. Tell me I’m not dreaming.” The tears in her eyes spilled over and ran down her cheeks. Dutch was petrified that this was some cruel trick. What else was that thing capable of? It wasn’t human and it wasn’t strigoi. It was something more powerful.
Dutch tried to convince herself that she was safe, but after all she had been through it was hard to accept. Even in the arms of the man she loved she felt shaken up. Still, she clung to him desperately like her very life depended on it. If this was truly him, then he was safe. He was safe and so was she and maybe he would still love her after the things she had done.
"I've got you, Dutch. I'm really real. I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner. Needed to get some backup." He held her close, stroking her back gently.
"You're not dreaming. I wont let anything hurt you, ever again." Shortly, he was riding in the back of one van with her alone, having waved the others off.
"Hey, you. Hold on to me all you want. I'm not letting you go until you want me to."
Dutch buried her face in Fet’s shoulder and started crying freely. As she held herself close to him the bites on her breasts and neck ached, but she didn’t care about the pain at that point. She cried for a few minutes until she was too tired. Dutch wilted into his arms, her head resting against his chest.
“I thought he’d kill you. I’d prayed you’d never show up.” Her voice was slightly hoarse. “I couldn’t have lived with myself if he’d killed you because of me. He would have done it just to make me suffer, just to break me…” She trailed off sadly.
Her hand found his, fingers linking together. Dutch never wanted to let go of his hand. It would be hard to get her to let go.
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Date: 2016-08-07 12:19 am (UTC)In any case, when all was said and done, and the bad guy was gone, struck from existence by lightning at the tip of a hammer, it was Fet who strode into the room wielding that hammer, having won the right to use it, just this once, from Odin, in an arm-wrestling match.
Her bindings took only a moment to strike away, and then Fet was kneeling, wrapping her in one of his coats, and lifting her. The rest of the world could burn, now, for all he cared. He had found her.
"Got you Dutch. Time to go home." And he turned and left as the others cleaned up, carefully carrying her past the place and out the hole in the wall he had made. His hands held her carefully, loosely, so she could slip away any moment she wanted to. And he was worried, very worried, as he carried her. He had salves, and sutures, medicine of all kinds, waiting in his place, for her.
But would that help? He had no idea.
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Date: 2016-08-07 12:48 am (UTC)“Vasiliy?” She asked in a quiet voice. A shaky hand reached up to touch his face, see if he was real. “Tell me you’re really here. Tell me I’m not dreaming.” The tears in her eyes spilled over and ran down her cheeks. Dutch was petrified that this was some cruel trick. What else was that thing capable of? It wasn’t human and it wasn’t strigoi. It was something more powerful.
Dutch tried to convince herself that she was safe, but after all she had been through it was hard to accept. Even in the arms of the man she loved she felt shaken up. Still, she clung to him desperately like her very life depended on it. If this was truly him, then he was safe. He was safe and so was she and maybe he would still love her after the things she had done.
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Date: 2016-08-07 02:17 am (UTC)"You're not dreaming. I wont let anything hurt you, ever again." Shortly, he was riding in the back of one van with her alone, having waved the others off.
"Hey, you. Hold on to me all you want. I'm not letting you go until you want me to."
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Date: 2016-08-07 02:34 am (UTC)“I thought he’d kill you. I’d prayed you’d never show up.” Her voice was slightly hoarse. “I couldn’t have lived with myself if he’d killed you because of me. He would have done it just to make me suffer, just to break me…” She trailed off sadly.
Her hand found his, fingers linking together. Dutch never wanted to let go of his hand. It would be hard to get her to let go.