
Morbius tightened his grip on the woman and turned his glowing crimson gaze toward Luke.
"Ah, yes." he rasped, his voice raw from the smoke but still laced with that wry, unshaken arrogance. "Because clearly, I thought to myself 'Why merely feed in the shadows when I could dramatically incinerate my meal in front of a crowd?'" He adjusted his stance, shifting the woman slightly in his grasp to better support her weight. The fire was worsening, embers cascading from the ceiling like dying stars. They had no time for this. "We both know I'm not the type to like my meat well-done, I am attempting to save this woman, not drain her." he continued, irritation creeping into his tone. "But if you’d rather we argue until the building collapses around us, by all means, please, continue with the threats."
His eyes flicked toward the nearest compromised wall. It wouldn't hold much longer. He met Luke's gaze again, his brow furrowed. Cage was a professional, much more experienced in saving folk from burning houses than he was. He didn't doubt that the hero for hire could probably save the woman and make it back in time to go toe-to-toe with him.
"If you truly wish to help, then I suggest we move. Now." He held the woman up with one arm, the other hand slyly extending the claws just in case Cage leapt in for a punch.
Ahhh, hell. Now that I'm thinkin' about it, I remember hearing stories about some kinda 'good vampire' runnin' around. What was the name- Morbid-something? Moebius, like the artist? Something like that.
So either I'm making threats at probably the only not-evil blood-sucker out there, or this guy's a regular-evil vampire pretending to be the not-evil one and hoping I can't tell the difference. Either way, I'm probably gonna come outta this looking like a jackass.
"Man," I shake my head,
"You're lucky I ain't Blade. Hold up!"One of the corners begins to buckle, and the roof threatens to cave in on us. I rush forward, bracing the structure as much as I can to keep a good ten tons of concrete and duct-work from crushing us.
"Nnnngh!" I grunt from the strain. Ten tons isn't even half of what I can press on a good day, but I'm already gettin' worn out, and the air's gettin' thin from the fire and smoke. It's even harder since I'm trying to do it all with one hand.
I've got my phone in the other, pulling up the H4H app, and more specifically the floor plans of this building from the database Danny's tech guys compiled for us.
"Okay," I say through ragged breaths as I hold up the collapsing ceiling,
"There's a fire escape at the end of the hall, leads to the back alley. Should be able to get people to safety without drawin' too much attention to yourself. I've cleared out the lower floors, but there might be a few more folks up here. Don't open any closed doors-- don't wanna cause a backdraft."A chunk of concrete breaks free and crashes hard into the floor. I feel the floor start to give way under my feet, and know that the rest is gonna start coming down any second.
"An' hey," I call out to the vampire,
"You see a bigass tarantula crawlin' around on your way? You leave that little creep to me-- that one's personal."