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Post by Amanda on Apr 18, 2010 23:03:47 GMT -5
It was amazing how easily the slayer was knocked back by a simple slap. It was a reminder of how weak humans were. So frail. So pathetic.
And mostly, so stupid. She leapt him, ignoring the stake he held. It would do him no good. She grabbed him by the shoulder as she pounced, bringing them both to the ground. She snarled, her pearly fangs glinting in the moonlight.
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Post by Kyle Connolley on Apr 25, 2010 17:38:55 GMT -5
He was pinned beneath her, and he couldn't see anything but the light shining off of her fangs. This was it, he thought. He had vanquished the child vampire, only to be attacked by another. He only hoped that she'd kill him outright instead of turning him into... what she was.
It was only a split second, but it felt like ages, as his mind seemed to go from accepting defeat to a sudden, desperate urgency. No... he was not going out like this. Not yet. Maybe she'd still kill him... but he couldn't just give up.
Summoning every ounce of strength he had, he held her face away from his, while he tried to push her off him with his knees. If he could just get an inch or two of space to roll out from under her...
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Post by Amanda on May 1, 2010 0:43:55 GMT -5
She had no intention of turning him. If he was immortal he would be a constant reminder that she did not get her way. No, he deserved only death and she was sure to make it at her own hands.
His knees dug into her thighs, an annoyance more than a pain. But it was enough that she would have to readjust her body before plunging her teeth into his fleshy throat.
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Post by Kyle Connolley on May 10, 2010 10:30:47 GMT -5
She was strong; much stronger than Delila had been. His chances were not good, and he knew it. But he was able to get that little bit of distance between them, and with one final push with his knees and arms, he was able to roll his body out from underneath hers.
He gripped the stake and kept rolling until he was a significant distance from her. Bruised and bloody, he pulled himself into a sitting position and struggled to get to his feet before she attacked again.
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Post by Amanda on May 11, 2010 0:23:03 GMT -5
She was pushed back but it hardly fazed her. She landed on her feet, stabling herself with her hands on the ground as she snarled at Kyle. Her eyes narrowed and her muscles tense, preparing to lunge at him again. He was already shaken and hurt while she had barely a scratch on her. It was clear who the victor would be.
As he stumbled to his feet she leapt at him again, this time aiming for his stomach. She'd pull his insides out and decorate the cemetery with them like fairy lights. Her nails were sharp and as she tore at his flesh his blood stained her pale hands. It was warm and smelled sweet. She would enjoy this greatly. She kicked him swiftly in the gut and as he doubled over she sunk her teeth into his shoulder.
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Post by Kyle Connolley on May 24, 2010 23:19:53 GMT -5
He barely had time to steady himself before she launched at him again, slashing at his stomach. A fiery pain shot through him and he let out a gasp before he felt the sticky sensation of blood running down his side. That would have been bad enough, but then she kicked him and he struggled to remain standing.
And then he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. She could drain him just as easily from there as from the neck--vampires weren't really as picky as people thought they were. One vein was as good as another.
He was going to lose this battle. He knew that. Or at least, he wasn't going to win. He would not be able to kill her on his own. And although it was cowardly, he had to consider his own survival at this moment. Was it better to die, or to escape so that he could live to fight her another day?
He tried in vain to push her away, and he was feeling weak from loss of blood. He sgtill had his stake, but she was pressed to close to him to get a good angle on her heart. But he could stab her somewhere else and it wouldn't kill her... but it would get her off him. So in a desperate maneuver, he drove the stake into her stomach.
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