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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday heals, which is a miracle, as the folks in town like to tell him.

As much evidence as there is to the contrary, Faraday isn't an idiot. He knows well enough that the primary reason for his survival is the wolf's curse – something that increases his resiliency, something that makes him stronger. He knows he's straddling that odd place between mortality and other, and knows that if he had suffered those wounds in the daylight hours, he would've been scooped up and dumped into a pine wood box, colder than a wagon wheel.

It's the wolf that kept him alive – though Vasquez had a decent hand in it, too. And a stupider person might wonder why he calls it a curse when its greatest impact is mostly a matter of inconvenience. When it has the benefit of allowing him to survive a war.

Faraday wouldn't have an answer for them, aside from bristling and snapping on instinct.

(but some days, he wonders the same thing.)



The full moon draws closer, and uneven as Faraday's temperament is at the best of times, it only gets worse with each passing day. He can feel the wolf prowling in his chest, biding its time, and each night when it rises to the surface, it becomes more and more brutal, tearing its way to freedom.

Drinking himself silly beforehand helps ease the way, but only a little.

There are too many people – fewer now, thanks to the battle, but enough. The brightening moon has the drawback and benefit of heightening his senses, sometimes to the point of overload, until his head aches and stomach clenches with it. The stench of sweat and the beating of hearts, the rushing of blood through veins—

It's enough to drive a man mad.

He thinks a little too long and hard about the last full moon, about the state the wolf had Vasquez in by sunrise the next day. He remembers the stench and taste of the vampire's blood, remembers the cold, choking fear that had hit him when he thought the wolf had done Vasquez in. At the time, Vasquez had been a stranger, had felt more like an annoyance than an ally, but—

They've spent weeks together, now. Faraday wouldn't claim to understand Vasquez, and neither would he deign to admit that Vasquez might understand him, but— he thinks there's still a kinship between them, being what they are.

(God above, Faraday doesn't want to lose that.)

This time, though, he abandons his previous moratorium on drinking before the full moon in favor of downing a handful of shots.

When Vasquez comes to collect him, Faraday goes without protest – hell, he hardly says a word, preoccupied as he is with all the variables. The wounds he still carries should slow the wolf down, he thinks, or else it'll infuriate it, leave it desperate. The alcohol should make the wolf sluggish, should give Vasquez an edge in keeping it in check, when the need arises – but it'll also make it unpredictable. Vasquez knows he has free reign to claim whatever blood he needs – both from the wolf and Faraday – but Faraday knows the vampire's intention is to subdue, not eliminate.

Faraday can't help but feel that's a mistake.

Even before they reach the shed, Faraday balks at the revolting stench of the dried wolfsbane, and he has to force himself to move closer, in spite of the way his stomach churns. Once they've passed the circle, once Vasquez has admitted them into the flimsy shed and barred the door, Faraday lets himself sink down to the floor. ]


Oh, it's fine. Never better.

[ He breathes it out, something close to a laugh, as he lays his crutch beside him. He carefully stretches out the leg in question, resting his palm atop the scar.

There's still time before the sun fully sets, and he leans back against the wall, catching his breath. He wipes cold sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. ]


Sam gave you the silver?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ He eyes the bit of silver, nodding his approval, but something strikes him as off for a brief second. Hazy as he is with the whiskey, with the impending change, he frowns as he tries to work it out.

A little wryly, ]


Not much for it, 'less you've got a way to make it so I never got bit.

[ But that bare bit of humor drops away as he gives Vasquez a once-over of his own, jaw working to one side as he thinks.

It strikes him after a second or two, and Faraday goes rigid with the realization. ]


Where're your guns?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
You goddamn idiot.

[ And there's heat in the insult, far more than Faraday's thrown at Vasquez in weeks. ]

Go get your guns, you stubborn ass. And get the bullets from Sam.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday snorts out a breath. ]

Hell, Vasquez.

[ And he hisses out the curse, grabbing up his crutch and starting to push himself up to his feet. ]

We don't know how it's gonna be tonight, but you remember how bad it got last time.

You need your guns.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
I ain't the one goin' into a fight only half-armed.

[ With Vasquez gripping the crutch, Faraday abandons it, instead trying to leverage himself to his feet with the help of the wall behind him.

With a touch of strain in his voice, ]


What happens if it gets away from you, huh? What happens if it turns back on the town and you gotta put it down quick?

Chain ain't gonna do you much good, then.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday absolutely means to argue, throat working to summon up a few more insults, to question Vasquez's wisdom and intelligence.

But something in him lurches, and he sucks in a startled breath, gracelessly dropping back to the floor. Still a few more moments before sunset, but it's not nearly enough time to make it to the boardinghouse, find Sam, and make it back to the shed. ]


Jesus wept.

[ This, as he's working to yank off his shirt. ]

You're a goddamn idiot. You got no one to blame but yourself if this all goes sideways.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ He snaps, ]

The wolf mauled you to hell and back.

[ And he tosses his shirt away. These days, he doesn't look like he went a few rounds with a speeding locomotive and lost. He's healed far faster than he had any right to, but the wounds are still tender, still like to shriek at him – as if he needs the reminder to stay the hell away from any more silver bullets. ]

You were practically missin' half your flesh.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Do you, now.

[ He says it with open derision.

He's pissed. The sun hasn't even set, and the evening already isn't going the way he figured it would. He figured Vasquez would have the good sense – and the self of preservation – to keep his guns on him, to have those silver bullets chambered and ready for the wolf.

Obviously Faraday doesn't want to go through the experience of getting shot again, assuming he survives it, but he's always prided himself on being practical. If faced with a bloodthirsty, nearly unstoppable monster, it's always wisest to arm yourself with what can stop it.

He works at the fastening of his jeans. ]


For the record, Sam's gonna think you're a goddamn idiot, too. And if we both come back from this, I ain't explainin' to him why you're missin' half your body.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
“Don’t worry about it,” he says.

[ Faraday mockingly grumbles it under his breath as he strips down. ]

All the vampires in the world, and I get stuck with the only one with a goddamn death wish.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-14 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angry as Faraday is, he still shoots Vasquez a sharp, heated glare. They’re certainly going to talk about this, should they both manage to survive the night. Faraday is far from done berating Vasquez’s lack of intelligence and his misplaced sense of confidence.

Once his clothing is tossed away, he settles back, breathing through the familiar chills that run through him – exclusive to the full moon, when the wolf fights for control of his body. He wipes at the cold sweat on his brow again, tipping his head back against the wooden wall of the shed. ]


Whatever you’ve gotta do, don’t let it bite anyone.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-15 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ That, at least, manages to dampen some of his anger, and while he still certainly looks irritated, he manages to give Vasquez a grateful little nod.

With the sky darkening and darkening, Faraday knows there isn’t much time left. He licks his lips, readjusting himself on the floor to sit on his haunches. ]


Try not to die.

[ His voice is strained, breathing growing erratic as the wolf rises to the surface, but he still casts it out as a feeble joke – though he means it.

It’d be at least a little funny, he thinks a little darkly, to hitch your wagon to someone else’s, only to be the one that wrecks it.

It would be just Faraday’s luck. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-15 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mighty optimistic of you, is what Faraday wants to say.

But he's interrupted when his eyes flash gold, when something in him cracks, and he doubles over with a startled grunt.

It's the same as it always is – hideous and agonizing and awful, even with the booze in his system helping to dull the pain. His screams turn to guttural, canine groans, interspersed with the grinding of bone and snapping of muscle. The only difference between this and a normal night is the queer way he can feel his mind slipping sideways, fading away into sleep.

The wolf falls to the floorboards, kicking up a faint cloud of dust as it wheezes. Its body throbs in a way it's hardly ever felt, and for a few seconds, it whines to itself, licking at a scar on its hind leg. ]

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