Anita does get him out of the kitchen, into the cool darkness of the living room. There are no flames, but Damian flails and bats at himself, and Anita is afraid he will hurt himself. She wrestles him down to the floor, but she's not nearly as strong as Damian.
"Nathaniel! Nathaniel, help me!"
In a flash, Nathaniel is there with her, trying to hold Damian down, and they're doing a piss-poor job of it. They couldn't compete with the strength of even a non-master vampire.
"Damian, you're all right. Damian, Damian! You're not on fire, you're all right!"
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Date: 2009-10-02 06:05 pm (UTC)"Nathaniel! Nathaniel, help me!"
In a flash, Nathaniel is there with her, trying to hold Damian down, and they're doing a piss-poor job of it. They couldn't compete with the strength of even a non-master vampire.
"Damian, you're all right. Damian, Damian! You're not on fire, you're all right!"