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I certainly hope you mean that figuratively.

No.

...do things always have to be so violent, really? What's he done?

He slaughtered my entire team. He ripped the heart out one and broke the other. Took a blind woman and tortured her, leaving her daughter an orphan. Kidnapped my best friend, was going to turn him into a vampire and then make him feed on the little girl that had just lost her mother.

So yes.

Things have to get violent.

...

*and the pause that follows is heavy, her mismatched eyes wide* That's awful. Yes. I...yes, something has to be done. That...can't be allowed.

*clenches jaw and nods, is doing her best just to remain calm* That's why I figure. He should be dead but he's the first of his kind, should have guessed....

*attempts to make her presence as soothing as possible, something she's fairly adept at given the number of tragedies she's seen, the amount of comfort she's leant; it's her duty after all, to be a pillar of the people* What's his kind, Miss?

*sighs, feeling a bit better but not much....* A vampire.

...So he's the very first vampire? *slightly confused, but curious given the things she's been caught up in lately*

Of his kind, yes. *nods her head*

...I know how hopeless that can seem. Going against something you're not sure how to stop, something new and different.

...Is there anything I can do to help, maybe?

He's not new and different, we've gone against him before. But obviously it wasn't strong enough or he found a way to adapt.

*looks at her and then sighs*

You don't want to get involved, this....will be messy.

Going to war?

What's the occasion?

Drake is alive.

Who is Drake?

The vampire...who slaughtered my team.

Did you...

Kill him?

We thought so.

But he's back and...

*sighs*

Let's go have a word with him.

"No." Looks up at him sharply from where she was focused on her weapons, "You have to stay away from him."

Confused for a moment, he steps closer to her.

"What's wrong?" he asks with concern, gazing down into her eyes.

Clenches her jaw and looks away, memories of finding her dead team mates, of Sommerfield....she pushes them away. "He'll kill you. He'll find a way."

Picks up a gun, checking the chamber and then sets it back down. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Murphy watches her reach for another gun. He sets his hand down on it, looking at it, then looking back at her...

He sees the pent up heartache in her expression, her body language. He even hears it in her words.

"Many have tried, Abigail. Some, I'm sure, even greater than him."

"There are two very wrong ways to go about this. One is to run away from it, and the other is to run headlong into it."

Turns to him sharply, "Murphy, this isn't some kind of easy vampire or game. This is the First of his kind. He's the original of what I fight. Sunlight doesn't bother him, shit barely anything does. Killing isn't new to him, its not a game. Its something he does without a thought."

Sighs softly and places her hand on his chest, "He'll come after me, no doubt there. I just need to be ready."

He speaks softly. "I know you're hurting, and I know you're worried. But we can beat this...Drake...together."

His hand lowers upon her hand, closing around it. "I'm not going to let you face it alone."

He was right, she was hurting but she had started to get numb from it. But seeing Drake had brought it all back. The pain and the anger. As he took her hand, she sighed and curled into him. Just needing a moment where she could lean on someone else. "But if he kills you, I don't know what I'm going to do." She had lost too much already.

Whenever she did this, she became little more than a voice to him. Unless he really tried, he couldn't see far enough down to keep eye contact...and obviously, he couldn't feel her up against him. His other arm wrapped around her lightly, and he held her close.

"No one's going to kill me, Abbz. And no one's going to kill you."

And damn if he wasn't serious.