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Post by Gideon Montgomery on Jan 25, 2010 9:00:27 GMT -5
Gideon’s back must have been ablaze, for he could feel the flames licking the gaping wound with a barbed wire studded tongue. The vampire venom mixed with his cursed blood wasn’t fatal, but damn if it didn’t feel like his skin was being peeled away from the muscle.
What the heck was going on here? One minute he was staring into the face of an earthbound angel, the next it was literally hell on earth! The Loup Garoux felt like he wasn’t just cursed with lycanthropy, but to spend that damned eternity utterly alone. Any chance he would have had with the seraph was definitely gone now. Gideon was positive as soon as she’d seen his little ‘trick’ Jace had high-tailed it in the other direction. And he didn’t blame her one bit. He wasn’t a man anymore, but a damn circus freak!
It was to Gideon’s utter shock when he felt warm gentle hands on his bare skin, and his silvery-blue eyes shot open in surprise to hear Jace’s soothing melodic voice at his ear. She laid a large golden drape over his exposed parts, and struggled to help him sit up. Her tone was not at all disgusted, but concerned, and even a little bit playful. Wincing loudly, the werewolf ignored the stabbing pain between his shoulder blades and lifted himself into a sitting position; tugging the makeshift blanket around his waist and tying it in a knot at his side.
It was a shame his black pants were now in tatters on the ground. It was gonna’ be a stretch to impress her while wearing a freaking skirt.
Gideon’s mental musings were interrupted when all of a sudden the little golden-haired firecracker left his side; taking out one of the suck heads with a bottle and a swift kick to the middle. Looks, a sense of humor AND fighting skill? Oh yeah, he was definitely in heaven.
Gid could only gape in wonder when she returned and that same impish expression graced her striking visage. All this chaos and she was still right as rain. Arching an eyebrow in disbelief Gideon let out a throaty chuckle as he got to his feet. “Furry Pants?” He retorted with a wry grin, “Are you trying to wound me even more Jace?” He groaned and shook his head, stretching to his full height despite the ache. “Don’t you think Big Bad Wolf sounds more...manly?”
Doing his best to pay no heed to the burn Gideon left the beauty lead him out of the mayhem. There were still a few clashes going on in the club, but with the number of gunshots and magical blasts taking out the few remaining vamps, the werewolf figured the best place for them was out of there. He didn’t want to risk taking out an innocent, and with all the supernatural’s gathered in the joint, it was hard to tell good from bad.
The slight chilly breeze outside was a welcome change. Gideon inhaled deeply and let it out with a groan as he slumped against Jace’s vehicle. Rubbing sheepishly at the back of his flaxen head, he chuckled lightly, looking down at her with a hesitant smile. To say the moment was awkward was putting it very mildly. “So Jace, about what happened back there...”The wolf shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, completely in over his head with embarrassment. “You’re not freaking out or anything. You, ah...used to seeing a man turn into a wolf and vampires using a dance club as their ‘all-you-can-eat buffet?”
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 25, 2010 11:18:37 GMT -5
Luka moaned in pleasure as Lexi’s thick blood moistened his gums and glided over his tongue and throat. He could feel the power in it sustaining him; the heady taste of it making his body fairly hum and his muscles tighten in rapture. The vampire could hear the witch’s rapid heart beat slow to a dangerous pace; and his arms tightened; pulling her fading body deeper into his cocoon of demise. This was it. The end game. Luka practically wept for the loss of such a worthy opponent; for the conclusion to an immensely satisfying sport of cat and mouse.
When pain exploded in his leathery appendage as the dead man’s blood seeped into his vein, Luka was caught off guard by it, stumbling backwards and releasing his hold on the blonde. The spreading agony was like a hit of heroin into a junkie’s arm; his stark blue eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy and his tongue snaked across his mouth; greedy with the need to clean every last bit of the plasma from his lips.
A monstrous roar expelled from the creature as he lurched back; the fibrous wing already disintegrating and falling away from his body in a pile of skin and tissue on the ground. The vampire snarled and took another step forward; but his tread was stopped as his body was suddenly engulfed in flames.
The explosion of pain was almost enough to send the Russian over the edge. How sweet it was; how utterly euphoric the feel of so much agony washing over him.
But no sooner had the rapture begun, did the fire start to dissipate. Luka moaned in regret and the horrible countenance of the monster began to melt away to reveal the humanly body underneath; the skin shriveled and pink with burns even as his powerful blood had begun to heal it.
Brittle fingers lifted to his eyes; tearing at the lids that were fused together by the fire. It took a moment to regain his sight, but when it finally returned, livid eyes fell upon another familiar face; the hunter Max; the holder of Lexi’s heart. Once again he tried to take a step towards the weakened witch, but was driven back by the barrage of bullets that battered his bare and razed chest.
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 26, 2010 13:03:01 GMT -5
Well, hell. Wasn't this a fine mess. Here she was being gripped by the one creature she hated more than any other and she still seemed to be powerless against his designs. A steady weakness had stolen through her body and she couldn't hardly focus her mind to think even though she knew she needed to.
Pain no longer seemed to register and Lexi could only take that as a good thing since it allowed her concienceness to block out the very real horror of the moment. The fangs sank in her throat held her imobile even as she frantically tried to come up with plans only to discard them as fast as they flooded through her. Any move she made would cause the vampire to rip her throat out and since that wouldn't be very condusive to her survival....
Suddenly, the feeling of heat close by and the absence of teeth at her flesh caused the witch a moment of befuddlement. The wings of the creature holding her melted away and the slender blond could now see the whole club as Luka hissed and moaned. Realizing she was free, Lexi stumbled forward a few steps, only to collapse to the ground as she turned to stare at the mutilated vampire. The vision that greeted her eyes was even more horrific for the expression of enjoyment it wore.
From the corner of her eye, the blond saw Jo, Curse, Ben and Erik heading towards them while Max approached from behind her. Vaguely, she realized that the fight that had consumed her beloved club had disappaited but her attention was fastened upon Luka alone. The glint in his eyes made her realize that he was staring at Max and that was all she needed to kick into overdrive. Hatred like she'd never known before filled her and suddenly, energy from all those around her seemed to tap into her senses.
Without really understand or coherently knowing what she was doing, she used all the life forces around her to send an electric charge straight at the vampire. Although weak and badly wounded, the witch still was able to draw enough charge to send the vampire slamming backwards into one of the huge audio speakers.
"You've made your last mistake tonight. There are several of us to one of you. You can't beat us all. This is the LAST time you will ever victimize an innocent person! May your soul rot in hell." she snarled weakly even as the effort made her slump to the ground in a unconcious heap.
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 26, 2010 17:23:11 GMT -5
Well, darn it. Didn't it just figure that whatever romantic time they'd been about to have would get crushed by a bunch of bloodsucking monsters straight out of a scifi horror movie. Sometimes it just didn't pay to be a kick ass huntress with a hero complex. Why couldn't she have a normal night out on the town without all hell breaking loose? Was there something in the job description she'd missed somewhere? Oh right... There was no job description. It was merely one of those kill or be killed occupations. Someone had seriously forgotten to send out a memo on that one!
Just then, Dean's voice broke through her train of thought and she glanced back over his shoulder.
“A little fight?” He asked with a raised brow, glancing back at the building. People were still running out screaming and waving their hands, and bodies lay scattered on the sidewalk around it. “You call THAT a little fight? Woman, you’re getting to be as jaded as I am, and that’s saying a lot.”
Trying to smile, Jess laid her head on his shoulder and hissed a bit as the bit on her neck throbbed.
"Awwww.. Whats a matter, baby? Those were nothing but a bunch of little parasites and we swatted them straight back to their maker where they belong.. In case you didn't notice... The fight was pretty much over except for a few pesky ones that the others were taking care of..." she breathed out. "And you know.... If you put me down... I can walk on my own... you really don't have to carry me, Dean...."
When he only gave her a look and then headed down an alleyway, Jessie realized that the Impala was waiting like a trusted stead of old. Inwardly, she was relieved that the distance hadn't been to greet cause she actually WASN"T feeling quiet like herself. As they reached the vehicle, she was suprised when Dean bit out a fierce
"Stay!"
Hmmm.. Ok... This was different. Jessie began to realize that Dean really was upset about her whole being wounded thing. As he dove into the trunk to look around for something, she frowned. Soon he popped back out with something that resembled a beat up first aid kit and the huntress stared at him for a long moment before sighing. Allowing him to tend to her wound, she pondered her words before she reached up to lay a hand on his cheek. Waiting until he glanced up at her face, she gazed at him seriously before saying.
"Baby... I'm OK. I'm not going to die.... This isn't any worse than any other wounds I've had and its just a hazard of the job. You know that...... I'm still alive and breathing and the danger is past. I could have gotten hurt a hell of a lot worse just by driving here tonight... "
Tilting her head a bit, she looked down at her dress and thigh high boots a bit ruefully and then tried to lighten the moment.
"And damn.... This dress was as expensive as hell... I wanted to get it off but not quiet in this condition... Why is it that every time I decide to get sexy some insane fool ruins the effects? Driving you crazy with passion is one thing... Driving you insane with worry is totally another.. Maybe I should just forget the whole sexy dress thing from here on out?"
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Post by tyrese on Jan 26, 2010 22:45:41 GMT -5
Somewhere in the back of his blood fogged brain, Ty could dimly hear a familiar voice. What was it saying? Should he even give a crap? Another vampire leapt at them, but the thing was easily dispatched with a bone cracking punch, his other hand still grasped tight around the neck of the other poor fool.
It would be so damn easy to squeeze the life fight out of that thin flesh. Feel that last puff of air before the spirit left and hear the soft thud of a motionless body hitting the floor. One less thing to worry about as he got the waitress to safety; a goal that seemed to overpower all others, for reasons that his berserker mind could care less about.
With an almost feral smile on his face, he lifted the man up, fist coming back to introduce his knuckles to innocent teeth…but then that woman was in the way. Another animalistic noise was introduced to the already scream filled atmosphere, increasing in volume as a tiny fist was introduced to his chest.
She was HITTING him? His rational mind started to stir at the almost imperceptible sting, uncurling itself behind the fog of rage and bloodlust that urged him to get rid of the pesky fly and finish what he was doing.
What? Kayla was hitting him? All he was doing was taking out yet another annoying vampire, so that her sorry hide wouldn’t get turned into a chew toy. Damn, THIS was why he didn’t help people out in the open! This was why, when some poor schmo went snacking on the locals and he was close enough to see it go down, he killed them in back alleys, or made it so that the potential victim didn’t see him as a hero. He’d just take one of his favorite blades, cut the right artery so the blood would spill, making him out to be just as monstrous as the toothy, tentacled thing that had been attacking, and then relish in the ‘HOLY CRAP, RUN AWAAAY!’ screams that followed. He’d watch a retreating back and know that he’d done his good deed, while keeping his reputation intact. But with this frail little thing, he was doing every godsdamn thing backwards. It was fulfilling to be nasty; comfortable to be irate and prickly. He was trying to help, and she was going on and—
KISSING HIM?! Dead Gods and new Beings, the world just…stopped.
For a minute there, all Ty could do was stand like some kind of comical statue…that had frozen in mid-make grasping a wiggling person in his hand. While the unfortunate Matt proceeded to pry at his fingers and gasp for some kind of un-dramatic ending, the skinwalker could do nothing but freeze under the gentle brush of her lips and looked down at her face with a look of shock on his face.
And then he dropped the cardshark like the man’s neck had turned to lava, taking a quick step back. Good Gods, he was just about to kill a human, and Kayla had just kissed him. Now, he’d have to apologize, think about how easy it had been to fit that wonderfully berserker coat over his shoulders, contemplate going back to his mountain…Gods, he saw blood on that slender arm, and all he could think about was killing whoever touched her. He had to go to his mountain, think about things…
Oh yeah, and KAYLA had KISSED him. Gods, it was like he was a green looking at his first crush. Someone PLEASE come and stab him right now.
More to save face than anything else, to pretend that the mere brush of her lips had made his mind whirl like someone had shoved an egg beater in his ear, he turned to snarl at Matt. “Stay outta my way, next time, or I’ll finish what I started,” He growled, then grabbed Kayla’s arm and gave her a little push toward the back doors. The Exit sign flashed weakly above the frame, and he motioned for her to head towards it.
“Go. Get to one of the buildings down the road that’s got people in it. There’s fighting to be done, and you’re more of a distraction than help.”
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Post by matt on Jan 26, 2010 23:38:27 GMT -5
So this was how the odyssey of his life ended, ‘Here lies Matthew Sheppard - dead because he listened to his stupid conscience’ it would be a great saying for his tombstone. At least he was going to leave a nice looking body for the maggots to feast on, what else could a guy hope for…other than, you know…leave.
And there might be the lack of oxygen going to his brain due to baldilocks over there crushing his throat, but he was actually seeing his pet turtle. Sure, he was sporting a hat and a cane, but there he was.
“Mr. Pete?”
He was going to die and his last words were going to be ‘Mr. Pete’? Oh great, why he couldn’t say anything poetic and of dramatic impact that would be remembered by generations to come?
But just then the grasp in his neck was removed and Matt fell to the floor, like a puppet with its string cut, coughing and gasping for air. How sweet was air? Because if someone bottled it right now and charged one hundred dollars a bottle he would take a dozen.
“Stay outta my way, next time, or I’ll finish what I started,” said the guy that had almost killed him for saving his girlfriend, sure…what a nice guy! He should shoot that guy in the face…if he had a gun…and, well, if he was a killer, something he wasn’t. “Stay away from the big psycho,” he nodded, “sure, sounds like great advice.”
Next time vampire mayhem happened on the New Year’s celebration, he would just grab a bottle of champagne from the bar and be on his way, conscience be damned. It was due time for him to do the disappearing trick.
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Post by j on Jan 26, 2010 23:41:13 GMT -5
Of course she wasn’t a vegetarian, she had almost devoured him whole the other night…not in the Hannibal Lecter way, but in the good way that had that old bat that lived downstairs from his apartment complaining to this day because of the noise they had made. Sure, she didn’t say anything about the gunshots and people falling out of the window, but she complained…what were her words? Oh yeah: ‘A pack of rabid dogs shagging’. Jaden didn’t even knew old people used words like shagging.
“Dinner, really…?” he turned around to punch one of the toothed jerks in the mouth before turning back to her. “I’m a little busy right now, but maybe tomorrow night…if you agree to not bring along any bears or toothy bastards. Deal?”
It was really stupid, a girl that seemed to be a bigger danger magnet than he was. But what harm a single meal could do…? As long as a wolf or something like that jumped into his lap while he was there, he would be able to handle it. But knowing that girl, it might just happen.
“Alright, I’m out of here and calling the police. Let them deal with this mess, because I’m not being paid for that. And that crazy stuff that is happening here looks more like I should call the ghost busters instead.”
Reaching out, he took her hand and pulled her along. “And you’re leaving with me, I’m not leaving you here to die…I’m broke and you’re paying for the veal tomorrow.”
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Post by jace on Jan 27, 2010 9:44:37 GMT -5
Ok, so maybe things hadn't gone exactly as planned this evening. All right... No where NEAR as planned if she was perfectly honest with herself. However, she had meet an interesting man and managed to stay alive so alls well that ends well, right? Right. Just cause said man sprouted fur and liked to growl really wasn't any reason to run away screaming her head off.
So far, he hadn't made any attempt to harm her... Quite the opposite actually... His first reaction to the danger inside had been to shield HER from harm. Somewhere deep inside, she had to admit that it warmed that cold spot she'd been feeling. For the last year, she'd been on her own as she tried to come to terms with her new life and stay alive in a world full of monster no one else could see. That someone besides herself had tried to protect her made her feel.... well, for lack of a better term... warm and gooey inside.
Not wanting to dwell on that thought very long, Jace was relieved to see her car come into view and continued to help her wounded savior over to the vehicle. Letting him lean on the side, she pulled her keys out and hit the unlock button before opening the passenger side.
“So Jace, about what happened back there...”The wolf shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, completely in over his head with embarrassment. “You’re not freaking out or anything. You, ah...used to seeing a man turn into a wolf and vampires using a dance club as their ‘all-you-can-eat buffet?” [/i] Keeping her face carefully avoided, Jace leaned inside and pulled a blanket from the back to place over the seat cover. Using the time to gather her scattered thoughts, she stood back up and gave him a gimlet stare. Her eyes were dark as she gazed at him and then tilted her head slightly as she tried to puzzle her new companion out. "Well, lets just say that I know there are things out there that most people don't. Usually, they are trying to kill me so having someone do the opposite is a refreshing change."Without thinking about it, she reached out to brush a lock of hair back from his face so that she could examine a bloody scratch on his forehead. "and that being the case.... Why don't you let me doctor those wounds... I've got some stuff back at the hotel that I keep with me that should do the trick... Unless there is some place else you'd rather go? I'm sorry... I didn't even ask you if you had your own vehicle here but I don't think you should be driving with injuries like this....." [/center]
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Post by kayla on Jan 28, 2010 0:14:20 GMT -5
Kayla stared at that shocked face that loomed above her trying to understand the expression on his face as she tried to process her own thoughts. If it weren't for him dropping Matthew and causing some motion she might have stayed frozen there in time till something came along and had them for snacks. She noted his step back away from her and tried to look away, turning toward the cardsharp. She didn't want him to see the hurt expression on her own face that his retreat from her had caused.
All those words this morning...empty words clearly. It was as if her touch had repulsed him, burned him like acid. She'd read it all wrong. No surprise. She had notoriously bad taste in men. He'd just taken pity on her. That was all. The lead weight sank in her chest as she knelt down to Matthew's side to see if he was alright reaching out to lightly touch his neck. "You okay? Can ya breathe?" she asked, concern in her eyes for this total stranger.
It was easier to channel those strong feelings into something else instead of facing them and so she let her bleeding heart take over, worrying about those in the bar. It was her duty after all. She was a representative of the club and by extension of Miss Lexi and Mr. Erik. Miss Lexi!!
For a moment she'd almost forgotten what she'd seen, almost forgot why she was going this way in the first place. But she didn't have much time to process any of it as a huge hand wrapped around her arm and jerked her up, pushing her into the hallway abruptly. She was able to bite back the small squeak of pain from the hand grasping her injured arm but was not able to hide the flinch and the automatic reaction to try to pull away from it.
Now her blood covered Ty's gigantic palm, mixed with the splatters of other blood from the things he'd been killing. It was just enough to make her country girl rise up in her. That and telling her to run away while others died, to be helpless and meek. She was tired of being helpless and meek. It had gotten her to where she is now.
She turned, rounding on Ty and using her fingertip to poke his chest, a small flush of heat rising up in her cheeks. Emotion was so mutable. It was so easy to let terror and fear and embarassment transform into anger, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared up at the bouncer. Some saw tears as weakness but any woman knows that when a female is mad enough to cry then she can be a dangerous creature.
"Now you listen here Mr. Big, Bald, and Scary....I -aint- goin out there right now for all the money in the world. There might be more of those things out there in the darkness and I aint even got any weapons...." there was a small pause as she added almost comically, "..or shoes for that matter. And you nearly killed a person back there! A living breathing person that only tried to help. If nothin else you need me here to embarrass myself by acting like an idiot and kissing your big mug to shake you out of it. I never knew I was that bad at it but clearly it worked enough to shock some sense into ya."
As she spoke she poked his chest to emphasize words. The Mouse had grown a backbone. "Now if you wanna toss my butt on the street when we leave here that's fine but I'm not about to turn tail and run when innocent folk are in there getting killed when I can do something about it. Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll get me before it's over and you won't have to worry about it but Ms. Lexi needs our help right now so you go do what you gotta do and I'm goin to get my bow. I got wooden arrows and I know I can put 'em through them things hearts. I've been huntin' since I was old enough to hold a weapon and if I can hit a running deer through the heart at 200 yards I can take out these bozos."
With that she turned and started to run down the hallway toward the employee locker room, not wanting him to see the tears going down her cheeks as she fled.
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 28, 2010 12:32:13 GMT -5
"You've made your last mistake tonight. There are several of us to one of you. You can't beat us all. This is the LAST time you will ever victimize an innocent person! May your soul rot in hell."
As Luka forced his burnt and aching body towards the witch, pushing past the intoxication his pain had brought on; he had but one thing in mind.
‘Kill the witch or make her yours...’
The vampire intended to change the blonde’s life forever, and in doing so, all the other lives that were connected to her like so many silken threads of a spider’s web. It was an immaculate plan; one that brought a tear of blood to the corner of his icy azure eye. Like killing the proverbial two birds with one stone, the Russian sought to bring the world crashing down upon all those that loved Alexis Blair; the dark haired hunter, the little blonde with hands of fire, the Silver wolf and the dark haired human that had shot him...there were so many faces, so many hearts beating with that intoxicatingly desperate rhythm, Luka could hardly think past the rapture he felt within.
And then just as before, a surge of electrical energy flowed through him; powerful enough to lift him off his feet once again to crash into the massive amplifier where he sank down into a heap on the floor. His body; still surging with the concentrated currents, was immobile save the spasms that shook his fire wrinkled body. He was paralyzed. The only part of him able to move was the intense gem-blue eyes that darted from one approaching enemy to another. Here, at the hands of the ones he believed were nothing more than dirt beneath his feet; he would meet his end.
‘Bring on the pain....’ The Russian thought and a sinister smile cracked his scar-tissue creased face. He would bow to no one, and if it was his time to die, it would be in a state of satisfying contempt.
As he laid there unable to move, Luka’s skin; pink and shriveled from the concentrated but ephemeral fire that had engulfed him, had already begun to heal. Slowly, he was able to move his hand, and then his leg. The powerful blood within him would not sacrifice its host; it became a living thing, pushing through the bloodstream so fast and forceful that Luka could hear it echo in his ears; healing; forcing the body in which it resided to move itself from harms way.
Like a marionette being pulled by invisible wires, the vampire rose up; riding on the back of black winged angels toward the light...no...the darkness. He was going to survive.
With lips curled back away from his gums in a horrific smile; Luka inhaled deeply; taking in the smell of fear and death and blood; an invigorating aroma that urged him into movement.
“You are so wrong, leetel vitch.” He said darkly and glanced at the pile of golden silk and white skin that lay upon the ground. “Some mistakes are simply too much fun to only make vonce. I vont rot in hell. I am hell. You’re living hell; and you vill see me again...”
And with that the vampire stepped back into the shadows; gone, again, but still alive.
(( Luka out!! ))
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Post by Ben Taylor (AWAY) on Jan 31, 2010 14:17:46 GMT -5
Ben’s bullet hit the vampire in the shoulder. He heard Jo screaming and he could see her running toward Lexi and he kept his gun aimed at the vampire. His wing had disintegrated, revealing Lexi beneath it. Was she bleeding?
“Oh, you mother –”
But before the rest of the sentence came out of his mouth, the vampire was doused in flames. His eyes widened.
“Woah!”
He looked from the vampire to Jo with a shocked expression. Was she the one responsible for all the fire he’d seen? She looked just as shocked as he did, so he assumed she wasn’t. Or, if she was she didn’t know she was.
He didn’t have much time to think about it, since Max came in and started firing an endless stream of bullets at the vampire.
“Oh, Jesus…”
Ben hopped over the bar, gun in hand. There was no telling what Max would do in this situation, but that was his wife being gnawed on by a vampire. Whatever happened, Ben would back him up as best he could.
When he looked up, he saw the vampire stumbling back from Lexi. She looked a little weathered, but she was still standing her ground. Ben glanced at the others and aimed his gun at the vampire. His ammo was limited – he hadn’t grabbed any more before he ran in from behind the bar – so he had to be careful, but he was a good shot, and now much closer.
“You’ve made your last mistake tonight,” Lexi said. “There are several of us to one of you. You can’t beat us all. This is the LAST time you will ever victimize an innocent person! May you rot in hell.”
And then she fell to the ground.
“Lexi!”
It took all Ben’s willpower to stop himself from running right in there. That was his best friend this vampire bastard had just messed with, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was pretty sure he’d get himself killed he would’ve already been at her side.
The vampire, charred and haggard, rose from the ground. What the hell was this thing? Normal vampires didn’t have wings or… float, or whatever it was he was doing. Ben kept his gun aimed at him as he spoke.
“You are so wrong, lettel vitch. Some mistakes are simply too much fun to make only vonce. I vont rot in hell. I am hell. You’re living hell and you vill see me again…”
Ben felt his jaw clench and fired another shot at the vampire as he disappeared into the shadows, but he was pretty sure he’d missed. It was a shot fired on a whim out of anger, not a steady, focused shot.
Ben stowed his gun in the back of his jeans, tucking it into the waistband as he ran over to crouch down beside Lexi.
“Lexi… Lexi?” he said, moving her blond hair now laced with blood away from her face.
He was terrified to move her. There was blood all over her.
“Oh my god…”
Ben felt hot tears behind his eyes, threatening him with their sting. How could this have happened? With all these people around to protect one another, how could this have happened?
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Curse Jordan
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Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Feb 2, 2010 11:12:03 GMT -5
Ok, one crispy fried vampire coming up.... As Jo raised her arms and the vampire called Luka exploded into flames, Curse felt his mouth drop as he watched the power that fairly sparkled around his wife. She evidently had no clue what was going on but he was getting the decided idea that all that fire stuff... It was directly tied to his fiesty blond. What the devil?
However, before he could give much more thought to it, Luka let go of Lexi and the other woman staggered a few steps away. Seeing the fury in her gaze, Curse through himself at Jo and grabbed her to pull her down behind a fallen table just before the other woman hissed out.
"You've made your last mistake tonight. There are several of us to one of you. You can't beat us all. This is the LAST time you will ever victimize an innocent person! May your soul rot in hell."
As another blast rocked the club, Curse looked down at his wife and smirked even as things flew passed their protective barrier.
"Damn... This isn't exactly the spot I had in mind for this but what do you say we just stay down here and make out like a couple of randy teenagers?" he whispered huskily, his body reacting in typical guy fashion. "Nothing like a good fight to get your blood going, right?"
Seeing the look in her eyes, the sandy haired hunter sighed.
"I take that as a no? Damn... You owe me when we get home though..." he drawled before looking over the edge of the table in time to see Ben running towards a slumped Lexi and the vampire seeming to dissolve into the shadows. "Damn.. I really need to learn that trick... He may be an evil son a bitch but he knows how to make an exit...."
Jumping to his feet, he offered JO a hand up. His gaze went back to the scene on the dance floor and he growled.
"Damn it..... How the HELL are we going to explain all this? Someone better call an ambulance..."
(Ok, I moved JO a bit, hope its Ok... If not, I can change it!)
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Post by Gideon Montgomery on Feb 2, 2010 12:48:31 GMT -5
Gideon’s brow creased in concern when the fiery seraph admitted that she was used to such horror; the concern in his silvery eyes growing more intense when she confessed that many times those same monsters vied for her life. Though the petite hellion had held her own with just a bottle and a pair of kitten heels against the bloodsucker inside, the Loup Garoux couldn’t fathom how anything, supernatural or not, could cause even a single ounce of pain in those unfathomable whiskey colored eyes.
He was apprehensive as the fleeting notion that she might be a huntress cross his mind, but that trepidation was short lived as he realized that she wasn’t holding a gun to his head; no, quite the opposite as she gently brushed at his flaxen hair to examine a wound on his head. Gideon winced slightly, but a shy smile curved up the corner of his lips at her gentle touch. The light feel of her fingertips dancing on his skin; though undeniably innocent, roused an intense awareness in the man.
“I could definitely say the same, Jace.” Gideon responded to her comment about being the one taken care of. It was unquestionably satisfying to be touched with tenderness by a woman. He had been spending WAY too much time among rough, wily male werewolves. “This is so much better than having my Nan put a band-aid on or having to lick my own wounds...” He clamped his mouth shut then, knowing that he’d gone and put his foot in his mouth. The term TMI didn’t even half way cut it.
At her invitation back to her hotel Gideon could help but cough in surprise. It was definitely tempting; maybe too tempting, as an impulsive warmth spread through his chest and his body twitched in response. Absently rearranging the shift that he was wearing, Gideon cleared his throat and ran a hand back through his tousled hair; a sheepish smile that he couldn’t help gracing his boyish face.
“I’d love to Jace, but the doorman might find my outfit kinda’ unacceptable.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Not to mention what everyone would think...” He added with a playful arch of his brow followed by a guilty shake of his head.
“I’m staying close by, at the house where I grew up.” He told her and tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear. “I think there’s a decent first aid kit and I’d be able to put on some jeans” His eyes widened briefly; suddenly aware that it might sound as if he was blowing her off. “I’d love it if you stayed a while.” He added quickly. “I’ve got half a pizza and a bottle of whiskey...and I might need some help reaching this nasty cut on my back...”
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Syria DeDarko
*Shifter*
Werewolf Loup-garou
Hunter for Hire
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Feb 2, 2010 19:41:47 GMT -5
Thankfully, the hunters and other good guys in the club seemed to have finally gotten a hand on the matter, leaving only a few twitchy vampires seriously outnumbered. Fallon himself managed to knock out a few, much to Syria's surprise, and was taking the whole situation pretty well. Most people, when staring a vampire in the face, would scream and run for the hills, but not this guy. Hell, he was knee deep in this, punching anything that tried to close enough to take a bite. Considering everything, if wasn't some ballsy courage, then she didn't know what was!
As everything seemed to die down, and Lexi's crisis seemed to have plenty of people tending to it, Fallon made his remark about calling the cops and scramming. While she wanted to stay, and be among those to help out the blond witch, Syria knew Fallon needed her more. There might still be more vampires outside, or even down the street, readying to ambush anyone who managed to survive their struggle to make it away from the slaughter.
It actually amazed her how much she felt tied to this guy. It went beyond just that simple feeling of just doing the right thing, or doing her so called "job"...it was something deeper, something almost carnal. To think, the two of them had just met barely a week or so ago, and they'd only seen each other twice in that time. Yet, the spark between them had ignited almost instantaneously, and it refused to waver, despite all the complications and conflicts in each of their respective lives.
She was a werewolf that hunted down demons and monsters alike. He was human, but God knew what his life was like with bear-shifters and Russian mobsters after his ass. It was like a match made in Hell, something even the devil himself wouldn't have bet on. Who would have known?
Oh Moon, he was sweet. He didn't want to leave her behind...what could she say to that? "Well, I guess if I'm paying tomorrow then I definitely have to make it through tonight alive," she commented with a glowing smile. "So, lead the way brave knight." She nodded toward the exit, and pulled him with her.
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Post by max on Feb 3, 2010 19:04:20 GMT -5
His features distorting with anger from seeing his wife hurt, Max charged with haste towards the stage. The few remaining vampires that remained still standing in his path fell quickly to his rage as the dark haired hunter used the shotgun to blast a couple of more heads away from its necks.
The monster that had attacked her had vanished before he could reach them, to add much to his fury, but fury was quickly replaced with fear and concern as he reached the fallen Lexi and witnessed the blood tainting her beautiful features and Max felt himself choke. He had promised her that he wouldn’t let that monster hurt her again…and he had failed her, not the hero he needed himself to believe to be. Kneeling next to her, the hunter took her in his arms and worry was devastatingly obvious in his face. That woman meant more to him than his own life and seeing her hurt was a crushing blow to his heart.
“Lexi? Baby…? I’m sorry…I should…I didn’t…I’m sorry baby…”
Then getting a grip of himself knowing losing it wouldn’t help her at all, Max pushed himself up with her in his arms. He needed to get her out of there and call a doctor, stopping the bleeding was the first thing that needed to be done however.
“Ben, call the hospital!” he shouted rushing her over to the club’s office so that he could lay her down on the couch there and removing his shirt to use it to press against the wound.
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