i_vanquish_evil | Milli - post werewolf recovery

Kronos pokes his head into the room, not bothering with pesky little things like knocking, and then steps inside and looks at Van Helsing.

"You look like shit."

"Thank you for noticing."

"I hear there are people that look worse."

"How many people?"

~~In case Natalie decides she's not going to tell him over there in the other thread.~~

Kronos shrugs, "I didn't ask, but there were a couple in the bar that looked pretty banged up, and I would assume there's more that aren't able to be in the bar at all from the mess down there."

He sighs. "Great."

Then he frowns. "Why did you come up here?" Kronos never wants to talk to him.

"Actually I was curious about something, and wanted to ask you a question."

"Captive audience. Best I could do now is tell you to go away. Not all that effective."

"No, not particularly."

"So, ask your question."

"You've told me that you chase evil, and last night you proceeded to go all wolfy and wreck the bar and a several people in the process, which a lot of people might think is evil. Therefore my question is this: Do you have to start chasing your own tail now?"

"Get out."

Kronos smirks, "I'll take that as a no. Pity, it would have been interesting to watch."

"I'll make sure to give you a head's up if I plan to try."

"You do that."

And having done what he came to do, he heads out the door and back to his room.

Gil taps on the door very gently, balancing a tray on his other arm.

"Hello, Mr Van Helsing?" he calls.

"Door's open."

And since he has no special powers to see who's on the other side, nor the ability to get up... he gets to be a little more trusting than usual.

Opening the door, Gil edges through warily but when he sees Mr Van Helsing he smiles.

"Oh, sir," he says, approaching the bed. "I'm glad to see you looking more yourself."

He puts the tray beside the table. "Not sure if you're hungry but I've brought up a light meal for you just in case."

"Thank you." He looks at the man with a hint of confusion. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but have we met? And did I hurt you last night?"

Why be subtle? This way's easier.

"Yes, we have met - only I used to have horns and stuff. I'm Gil from the kitchen. And last night you didn't hurt me in the slightest, never fear."

Actually, Gil got away without even a bruise having gone pretty boneless when he fainted.

"I've brought some bouillon in a mug, that'll be easier for you than a bowl and spoon and there's a selection of sandwiches, juice and coffee in a thermos," Gil smiles sypathetically. "I'm sure you hate being stuck in bed. Would you like me to try to find you something to read/"

He thinks for a moment. "Right. Gil. I'm sorry."

He looks at the arrangement of food. "Thank you. Though I don't think anyone owes me anything." He tries not to look overly guilty, considering if Natalie's around when he does it, she'll yell at him.

'Something to read?' "That... that would be nice, thank you."

Gil smiles and goes to the door. "I'll see what the Bar can provide. Any special requests? Newspapers, magazines, novels?"

"I may be up here a while. I'm not overly picky. Just, nothing with werewolves." And he actually sort of laughs at that.

Gil laughs too. "No, sir, nothing like that. I'll ask her to recommend something - her taste is usually pretty good."

He opens the door. "I'll bring it up later, sir, when I come to get the tray. Bye for now."

He half smiles back at Gil.

"Thank you."

Gil desperately wants to say something reassuring but suspects that Mr Van Helsing knows rather more about the situation than he does.

So instead he smiles, bobs his head in a little bow and leaves the room closing the door quietly behind him.

Faith knocks on the door, suppressing a yawn. "Hey, 's Faith. You decent? 'Cause if you aren, I can come back."

"Nope. Totally naked. Walk in on me."

It probably doesn't sound nearly as jovial as he'd intended, but hey, what's he got to be jovial about? He just trashed the freakin' bar.

Faith pokes her head in, looking hopeful, then sighs woefully when she sees him. "Toy with me, why don't you?"

She comes in, closing the door behind her. "How you holdin' up?"

He actually didn't really lie all that much, he's mostly not-dressed; however, he *is* very much covered in bandages and whatever it is that Natalie found to stuff him into.

"Yeah, gotta tease someone." Flat flat flat.

"Oh, you know me. Never better."

"Uh-huh." Faith walks up closer, examining him. "I smacked you in the nose. And pulled your ear. And hit you over the head with the hilt of a knife. Sorry about that."

"The nose thing was you?" He rolls his eyes, b/c doing much else would hurt. "Should've known."

"Hey, you dislocated my shoulder," Faith says, shrugging slightly. "the nose thing seemed a pretty minor response."

He winces - it's either sympathy or guilt, probably both.

"I'm sorry. Did you slide the knife into my arm too?"

Because that smarts quite a lot.

"Don't worry about it, I popped it back into place, no big."

Faith shakes her head. "No, that wasn't me. Nick was asking us not to hurt you too bad, so I didn't use a knife. Well, not for stabbing purposes. That was..." She pauses, hesitant, but figures it's better to hear it from a friend. "That was the guy you bit."

He absorbs all of that for a moment. Kind of a long moment. It probably gets a little uncomfortable for Faith.

Then he looks at her, his face deadly serious. "Faith, I need you to do something, then."

He doesn't really wait for her to give him an 'okay'.

"Beowulf is sitting over my bag... in the corner over there." He points. "There's a box, it has more of the antidote that Natalie administered last night. Take a vial of it and give it to someone who will be close to whoever it was." A small pause. "And, Faith, it must be given to him before midnight of the first night of the full moon during the next cycle."

"I don't know him," Faith says quietly. "I don't know who he..." Pause. "He was behind the bar. He must work here...I'll find him." She nods. "I'll take care of it."

A longer pause, and then, "It's not your fault. I know you probably think it is, but it's not."

"You must." It's, honestly, as demanding as he can get. He's rather surprised no one filled his werewolfy hide full of silver.

"People keep telling me that. Well, 'cept Kronos who wanted to know if I was going to chase my own tail." He growls and smirks.

"He said that? You want me to smack him around?" Faith is not amused. "'Cuz I will."

"If you want. Just wait 'til I can watch." He laughs - just a little.

Then he takes a good look at her. "So, if I just dislocated your shoulder, why do you look like hell?" He's kinda sorry for that, but Faith can deal with the bluntness of it.

"Nightmares. To be specific, prophetic dreams," Faith says, shrugging. "Nine hours of sleep, barely, over the past week, and eight of that in one night."

"Not the best eight hours, I'd guess."

Yay for a topic that isn't him smushing people.

"Oh no. Dozens of nightmares. Very bad." Faith sighs. "Something nasty is coming and I don't know what yet."

"I'm guessing you're dreams didn't include my unscheduled appearance?"

"No. They didn't." Faith smiles wryly. "Sorry, hon, looks like the Powers don't consider you too big a threat."

"That wasn't why I was asking. I am a threat. Even not in wolf-form. Believe me."

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