#Again sorry in advance but expect a Jax drawing soon

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So I finally actually watched The Amazing Digital Circus, and I’m so sorry but I might become a fan

anyway it didn’t take long for me to realize that these are essentially the same scene

(Cant upload more than one video but you get the picture)

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36 & Adrian and MC😛😛😛

Hey! First I’d like to apologise for the lateness of this response, but then I got too invested and this ended up writing quite a bit for this one. 

Prompt #36: ‘I think I’m in trouble’ from the angst/fluff prompt list for Adrian x MC; please note that this does contain violence.

Words: 2′430

Tagging: @shelley-parah @bloodboundismylife @bbchoices @bellaraines @elinechoices - there’s no punching I’m afraid, as I ended up editing it out... but there’s Adrian just being, well... Adrian!

Warnings: Violence, brief depiction of injury (slightly)

It’s not the best, but I hope you like it all the same!

Adrian looks down at his watch, sighing in frustration as he returns his attention back to the board; his campaign team had scheduled a late-night meeting, but what started as a simple briefing had turned into a constant loop of nit-picking and one-sided arguments. He stares blankly at the screen, rereading the same paragraph that had been initially projected 15 minutes prior as the team continue to bicker amongst themselves; however, his focus is soon broken by a sudden buzz in his jacket. He reaches for his phone, glancing down at the screen to check who was calling.

Amy.

He looks at it for a moment, but a sudden silence urges him to look up. The group have stopped arguing, their gazes now trained on him.

‘Senator? Is everything alright?’

‘I have to take this,’ he holds up his phone, ‘excuse me for a moment.’

He turns his chair toward the wall, ensuring that his face is not visible to the others before answering the call. He opens his mouth to speak, but a soft voice quickly intercepts him; her voice shaky and uncertain.

‘Adrian?’

‘Sweetheart,’ he looks to his counterparts, who give him a knowledgeable nod before continuing on with their business; he turns away from the conversation, putting some distance between himself and the others before continuing, ‘I’m in a meeting right now, Amy. I can’t speak for very-’

‘I think I’m in trouble.’

He narrows his brows in confusion, his collected expression soon dissipating into one of concern.  

‘What?’ He rises from his chair, peering over his shoulder as the others regard him with curiosity. Once he is sure that they are not listening, he continues, his tone firm yet soothing. ‘Has something happened?’

‘I think I’m being followed.’

His eyes fade into crimson for a moment, though it is not long before he remembers his present company; he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if to calm himself.

‘Are you certain?’

‘I can hear them… whoever it is, or… whatever it is,’ her pace quickens as she makes her way further into the park, her breath hitching in her throat as her uncertainty begins to get the best of her, ‘they…they seem to be getting closer-’

She stops abruptly, for a loud clatter from somewhere in the treeline startles her into silence. She holds the phone closer to her ear, and Adrian can sense the fear in her voice, her words frantic and rattled.

‘I don’t like this, I…I don’t like this at all.’

‘I know,’ he exhales slowly, ‘but I need you to listen carefully, alright? Just do as I say, and you’ll be fine.’

Amy responds with a curt nod, somewhat forgetting the measure of their communication. He speaks shortly afterward, his voice taking a worrisome tone after her noiseless response.

‘Amy? I need you to answer me, alright? I need to know that you’re safe…’

‘Yes I… I’m sorry.’

‘Good,’ he bows his head slightly, glancing down at his watch, ‘now I need you to tell me exactly where you are, as well as why and how you came to be.’

Her heart begins to beat erratically in her chest, her breath quickening with every second that passes. She pauses by the entryway to the bridge, her figure shrouded by the shadows of the night.

‘I…I’m not sure where to start,’ she stutters slightly, ‘I left Lily’s shortly after 10, and I know I shouldn’t have but I… I took a shortcut through the park.’

‘Amy…’ he sighs despondently, the grip around his phone tightening, ‘Kamilah and I told you to stay clear until we were completely sure that it was safe.’

‘I know I just… I guess I thought that it would be okay to. It was almost deserted, I…’ she pauses for a moment, closing her eyes as she tries to focus on the sounds around her, ‘I didn’t think much of it.’

He runs a nervous hand through his hair, his palm lingering at the nape of his neck.

‘Is there anywhere that you can go? To hide until I am able to get there.’

‘I…’ she looks around, scanning the park for anywhere that she can conceal herself; her eyes befall a cluster of trees, their shadows blanketing anything that crosses their path in darkness. ‘There’s a few trees that I can hide in. If I can find a good footing, I should be able to climb one of them.’

‘Good,’ he reaches for his briefcase, gently placing it on his chair, ‘stay hidden and don’t come out for anyone, regardless as to who it is. Wait until I am there.’

‘O…okay…’ she takes a step towards the trees, but as she approaches, a guttural growl from beyond the treeline forces her to reconsider. She remains silent for a moment before she speaks, her voice slightly unnerved.

‘Looks like the trees are no longer a safe option.’

‘Why?’

‘Because there’s something over there,’ she takes a step back, her footsteps light on the cobbled stone, ‘and whatever it is… does not sound very friendly.’

He exhales sharply, closing his eyes as he thinks of what to say.

‘Okay. Is there anything near you that you could use to protect yourself?’

She looks around at her surroundings, but it isn’t long before she has to stop herself, her gaze fixating on a pair of dark, red eyes staring back at her from the shadows. The figure slowly draws closer, a deep, guttural growl escaping its lips as the creature emerges from the darkness, its ash-grey skin illuminated by the moonlight.

A feral.

Amy takes a step back, causing the creature to jolt its arms; it bares its fangs, its sharp claws dragging across the tree bark as it approaches her.

‘I… I think I know what was following me now.’

‘What is it?’

She keeps her eyes on the creature, watching closely as it creeps towards her.

‘It…it looks like a feral…’

He exhales sharply, his voice taking a firm tone.

‘I’m leaving now,’ he turns in the direction of the team, his brow furrowed in anger and worry, ‘I’ll be with you as soon as I can; just stay on the phone. I won’t be able to talk for a moment, but I want you to know that I am there with you, okay?’

‘O…okay.’

He smiles faintly, as if to reassure himself that she will be alright before he continues, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper; one that only she can hear.

‘I love you, Amy.’

‘I…I love you too.’

He places his phone against his chest, taking a brazen step towards the group as they continue to discuss their tactics. Once he is within range for them to hear, he speaks, instantaneously gaining their attention.

‘I’m afraid that I must depart, Gentlemen,’ he gives them a charismatic smile, tipping his head in acknowledgement, ‘there’s been an emergency at home, and I must return to my wife.’

One of the attendees looks up at him, subconsciously tapping his pen against his coffee cup.

‘Is everything alright, Senator?’

He nods in response, placing his phone back into his breast pocket.

‘Yes, it’s fine.’ He retrieves his paperwork from the desk, carefully placing it into his briefcase, ‘I just need to be with her; I apologise for having to leave so suddenly.’

‘Oh no of course,’ the man waves his hand dismissively, ‘I understand the pressures of impending fatherhood first-hand, so I know how worrying this time can-’

‘I’m sorry?’

The man tilts his head in confusion, his brows furrowed.

‘It…it’s true is it not? That your wife is in the family way...’

Adrian closes his briefcase in haste, shaking his head.

‘I don’t know who may have told you that, James, but I’m afraid that you’ve been misinformed; my wife is not pregnant, as vampires such as myself cannot have children.’ He pushes his chair underneath the table, ‘now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.’

With no time for goodbyes, Adrian rushes out of the conference room. Once he reaches his car, he slings his case on the back seat before sprinting in the direction of Central Park.

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Amy watches the figure closely, her heightened senses picking up on every sound that it makes as it drudges closer to her, its elongated fingers shifting abnormally. She continues to back away, her body subconsciously falling into the defensive stance that Jax had taught her many moons ago; she soon finds herself addressing the creature, her own eyes darkening as they fade into crimson.

‘I wouldn’t try it if I were you, mister,’ she places her right leg behind her, her arms bent at the elbows, ‘I might not look like much, but I sure as hell can take you out.’

The creature snarls, it’s blood-stained fangs now visible in the light of the moon. Without warning, the feral makes an advance towards her, swiping at her side with its ripper-like claws. She dodges with ease, spinning herself far enough so that she is out of reach. She recovers swiftly, forcing a brutal jab into the side of its ribs.

‘Hrahh!’

The creature staggers back, seemingly more infuriated than before. It goes for her again, this time a lot more tactful, striking at the spot right above her thigh. She manages to block his attack, forcing its arm away from her, but as she focuses on defending herself from being cut, the feral grabs hold of her neck, its brittle fingers wrapping tightly around it, slowly cutting off her airways.

‘Was…’ she gasps, struggling for breath, ‘was not expecting that...that’s for…for sure.’

His grip tightens, and Amy soon finds herself being lifted off the ground. The creature snarls, its rancid breath filling her nostrils before it launches her into a nearby tree. The trunk splits on impact, showering Amy with pieces of bark and discarded leaves. She grimaces from the pain, a fresh stream of blood trickling down her cheek from a newly formed gash on her forehead. She looks up at the feral, her teeth gritted as the cut slowly starts to knit itself together.

‘You just had to do that, didn’t you?’

She rolls onto her side before trying to regain her footing, forcing herself to stand. She staggers to her feet, beckoning for it to come at her once more.

‘Come at me then!’

The feral lunges towards her, its face contorted with hatred and hunger, but before it can reach her, a sharp, jagged branch is driven through its chest. The creature looks down at the wound, letting out a piercing shriek before crumbling to ash in front of her. As the ash settles, a familiar figure steps out from behind the cloud of falling dust, his hands coated in a mixture of ash and black blood. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a freshly folded handkerchief to wipe the remnants from his hands.

‘Now then,’ he focuses on his hands for a moment before looking up, flashing her a mischievous smile, ‘what did I tell you about having fun without me?’

‘ADRIAN!’

She leaps over the pile of ash, giddily bounding over to him; she wraps her arms tightly around his waist, nestling her face into his shirt. He embraces her simultaneously, running a soothing hand from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, as if in an attempt to calm her. He kisses the top of her head, resting his chin against her temple.

‘I told you I’d be here, didn’t I?’

She smiles up at him, inclining her head slightly upward before capturing his lips with her own; the kiss is soft and sweet, with a hint of relief.

‘You sure do know how to cut it fine, Raines.’ She bops him on the nose, ‘any longer and he’d have probably thrown me into the bridge!’

‘I’m quite surprised you let him get that close,’ he reaches up, placing a gentle hand to her cheek, ‘is everything okay? Were you hurt?’

‘Besides being launched into a really big tree? Yeah… I’m grand.’

‘Why didn’t you zap him?’

‘I’m not a laser gun!’

He chuckles, planting a tender kiss to her forehead.

‘I know that,’ he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his voice taking a worrisome tone, ‘but in all seriousness… why didn’t you?’

‘I haven’t fed today, and using my powers drains my energy. If I were to use them on an empty stomach, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself for long.’

‘I can’t fault that.’

His arms tighten around her, pulling her closer to his chest. He holds her like that for a moment before pulling away, putting some distance between the pair.

‘So… now that this has been dealt with,’ he holds out a hand towards her, gesturing for her to take it, ‘I think that it’s about time that you and I head home…don’t you, Mrs Raines?’

Amy responds with a curt nod. She goes to take his hand, but a sudden growl causes her to pause. Adrian looks at her quizzically, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

‘Now I know you said you were hungry, but I wasn’t expecting tha-’

‘That wasn’t me.’

Another growl can be heard from within the shadows, its tone deep and ragged, followed by a series of snarls and hisses; five feral-like creatures emerge from the darkness, their blood red eyes staring soullessly back at the pair as the encroach upon them. Adrian quietly ushers Amy backward, using his arm almost like a blockade.

‘Adrian?’

‘Stay quiet for a moment…please.’

His eyes scan the group as they advance, his gaze unyielding. Once he is sure that there are no more, he turns to Amy, removing his arm from in front of her. He cautiously bends down, retrieving the jagged branch from the ashen floor.

‘If you don’t feel like using your hands today…’ he tosses the branch back to her; she catches it mid-air, turning it over in her palms, ‘you can always stab it.’

‘What about you?’

‘Me?’ He glances down at his hands, which have since balled into fists, ‘I’ve got my weapon of choice right here.’

The pair watch them for a couple of seconds, but as the ferals draw nearer, Adrian turns his attention back to Amy, completely unfazed by the scene in front of him. He reaches up to adjust his tie, greeting her with an excitable grin.

‘So… who’s going first?’