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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 19, 2011 19:12:46 GMT -6
Buffy watched her stand up, a new air of confidence surrounding her. But she could only laugh to herself. "Is step three of the transformation cockiness? I haven't met one vampire without it, and you are just as foolish as the rest." Buffy twirled her stake through her fingers, wanting the vampire to come at her as if she dared it. But it never came, the woman was simply wasting time on empty threats and shallow words.
She shrugged her shoulders and began walking slowly toward the vampire, smiling with each step she took. "Those punches hurt didn't they? I'm just getting started too. You might want to run on home if you didn't want to die tonight. Although you should know that fleeing would just lead you to the same end that fighting would. Because I will find you and kill you no matter what. I'm the slayer. It's what I do."
She held her arms out just standing there as an open target, waiting for the vampire to make her choice. "Come on now, why don't you just try and get a taste of me. I've heard my blood is as sweet as they come."
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Post by Chloe/Kat on Jun 19, 2011 20:17:54 GMT -6
Chloe didn't move a single muscle in her entire body not even after the slayer took some steps towards her. Her hand had already closed into a fist before she got up but hidden within that closed fist was a handful of dirt Chloe had gathered while she was still on the ground. Chloe would let Buffy have her little speech, her own eyes burning holes into her forehead with each word she spoke. Patience was so hard to maintain when every bone in your body, every single fiber in your being, were telling you to rip someone's throat out but Chloe had a better idea. She wanted the woman to feel the same state of urgency when she attacked her with that damn wooden stake earlier. She wanted to hurt her with the very weapon that was loved by the woman so much she gave it a name. Mr. Pointy would be her undoing.
Now who was the cocky one? Buffy stood there wide open expecting Chloe to give into her urges and go for the blood but that would not come to past. Instead Chloe threw the dirt into her eyes in order to temporarily blind the blond woman while going for her next move. Dirt was everywhere, it was on Chloe and now she was spreading it around. It was only fair in Chloe's mind seeing how much dirt she had swallowed from being buried beneath the earth. The vampiress now went to snatch the wooden stake out of the slayer's hand so she could plunge it into her heart.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 19, 2011 22:00:45 GMT -6
The girl just stood there, that was not expected, but it would do. Buffy was still calculated, still waiting for the next strike whatever it may be. Or so she thought... All of a sudden a clump of dirt landed in her eye. "You dirty little cu..". Her last word was cut off as she felt her weapon leave her hand as she moved to wipe the mud from her eyes.
Buffy backed up to be away from the line of attack, she was momentarily half blinded as her eyes watered. No matter she thought. She'd been staked before, and yes it hurt like hell but she survived. That wouldn't happen though. She promised herself that day that she would never let herself be humiliated like that ever again. And she could fight blind. Her sight would be back soon enough and until then she had other things to rely on, her other senses, and her own instincts from being in the game long enough, and so she planted her feet and kept her ears peeled for whatever would happen next.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 19:27:57 GMT -6
The battle would be interrupted by the loud roar of the Desert Eagle as at the entrance of the cemetery was the silver haired man named Drake White. In his left hand was the custom made golden Desert Eagle with tiger stripes across its surface. It usually wasn’t his style to break up a good cat fight but he was on duty so what can you do? That and it was disappointing this fight wasn’t taking place in a tub of mud with both women half naked.
“All right ladies break it up,” began Drake as he approached the three women in the graveyard, “I like my women like I like my dinner; quiet, warm, smelling good and laid out for me on the table when I get home.”
Drake grinned, quite the arrogant grin too as he looked each woman over. Each lady looking prettier than the last. Drake loved his job. |
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Post by Chloe/Kat on Jun 20, 2011 21:18:15 GMT -6
Chloe was very pleased with herself when she saw the dirt go into Buffy's eyes. She never got a chance to finish her sentence but the vampiress knew the word she was going to say and it made her smile, it made her smile to know that she had gotten the cocky slayer so rounded up to utter such an ugly phrase in the English language. Chloe continued her pursuit of the woman, hell bent on plunging Mr. Pointy through her heart no matter where she stood until the roars of the gunshot knocked the vampire off balance. She dropped the stake and it rolled across the ground while Chloe fell to her side and rolled over, her eyes now coming up to the man that has arrived on the scene.
This man, although he spoke like most pigs back home, appeared to be a man of authority and looked good enough to eat. Chloe thought she could use this new person to her advantage so she got up to her feet and ran over to the man, throwing herself at him while a look of terror became apparent in her eyes. "Help me please! You gotta help me! These people buried me alive and now they're trying to finish the job!" All those years of taking drama in school was finally starting to pay off.
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 20, 2011 21:23:12 GMT -6
"Actually."
Amoura dropped down, landed in a crouch and curled up to her full height by Drake. Instead of trying to be intimidating, she wrapped her lips around the straw to her blood packet and resumed sipping away at the contents. The great thing about straws was the lack of mess and easy disposal. Oh, wait, that bitchy vampire was there so she pulled out Redemption and pressed the cold nozzle against her temple. There, now the intimidation was there.
"That, my fine fellow, is a vampire and she's shown lack of restraint in her instincts--she'll drain you dry if given the chance. Instead of listening to reason, she attacked the woman wielding 'Mr. Pointy' back there." Amoura pointed her blood-packet wielding hand at Buffy and brought the straw back to her lips to take another drink.
"So let 'em duke it out. It's the human's job where she's from so may as well let her do it." Amoura really wanted to see Buffy win this fight. How many humans out there have super abilities? Few. Very few. It was fascinating to witness!
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 20, 2011 21:29:10 GMT -6
Buffy was completely ignoring the game the vampire was playing. That was just pathetic. And as for the weirdly-dressed woman, well she did have wisdom Buffy wouldn't deny that but for now.. Her thoughts were momentarily distracted by the words that had come out of that mans mouth.
“I like my women like I like my dinner; quiet, warm, smelling good and laid out for me on the table when I get home.”
Her face was in awe, she stormed up to him, and went to throw the stupid vampire out of the way as she pointed a finger right in Drakes face. "Now I may not be from around here, but I'm pretty sure that even al queda doesn't treat their women with that much disrespect. I think I might have to disregard that vampire just so I can teach you a little lesson on how exactly you should 'like your women' "
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 21:55:27 GMT -6
The first one threw herself at Drake. Nice. He could get used to that. Drake gently held her by the chin with his free hand and tilted her head up. His brown eyes looked into her sobbing blue ones before noticing the fresh human blood running down her chin and neck.
“Well there’s something you don’t see everyday.”
The second one rolled around and pointed her weapon at the blond. Said something about vampires. Huh. Drake has never seen a live one before but has heard about them through the science division of General Vulture’s. They would love a live specimen for their experiments and Drake always found it a personal challenge to have sex with one of these things and come out of it without being drained. Then the third one came up and got the first one out of the way. She was angry. Angry at his lack of respect towards women. Typical. Ah well you can’t please them all. Not showing much interest Drake lazily held his Desert Eagle to the side and pointed it at Buffy’s forehead point blank.
“Should I shoot her?”
“I don’t care about how you do things, Drake.”
Another one came out of the shadows, wearing the same uniform only he had brown eyes and short black hair. The man also stood at attention taking the current situation a tad bit more seriously than that of Drake. He came off as both the superior and more professional soldier of the two. His name was Zach Tigerson.
“Nor the idiotic way in which you’re doing it.”
“Meh. Don’t believe in random violence anyway.”
Drake lowered the weapon and took a couple of steps back from the ladies and looked to Zach.
“You in the mood to watch a good cat fight?”
“I think we should take them in.”
“Joy kill.”
Drake turned back to the three women.
“The three of you are coming with us. You can finish this in your cells if you really want.” |
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Post by Chloe/Kat on Jun 20, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -6
Crap! Amidst her rage Chloe has completely forgotten about the blood still dripping from her mouth. A dead giveaway on what Chloe saw as a flawless performance on her part. The cold realization of a gun's barrel pressed up against her temple at point blank range hit the vampiress hard as it didn't look like Chloe would be leaving this cemetery alive. It was a good thing that hole was still open because her body would be going back down it very soon. Chloe didn't show any fear in her eyes. She turned her head and pressed her forehead against the barrel of the gun while glaring at the bitch that had it held against her. If she was going to die then she was going to die with some dignity still in tact. "Do it! Just fucking shoot me!"
Right when she was expecting to have her head blown off Buffy tossed her aside in favor of confronting Drake White about his comment aimed towards women. If her life wasn't being threatened maybe Chloe would be expressing her opinion on that too but you didn't care so much about sexism and the likes when your life was hanging by a thread. Another man came onto the scene and the four of them seem to be rather busy with each other until Drake told them they would be coming with them. No. Chloe wasn't going to be taken somewhere else where she could be killed. Run. She had to run. She had to survive. "You'll never take me alive!"
Chloe burst into a sprint and picked up Mr. Pointy that was still on the ground on her way. "And I'm taking Mr. Pointy with me!" Suddenly as she ran through the tombs hands started to burst out from the ground. It looked like she wasn't the only undead thing in the ground as more vampire with a thirst for blood was pulling themselves up to their feet and growling. They were hungry. The timing couldn't be anymore perfect as Chloe continued running through the graveyard, the path to chase her being blocked by the in-coming vampire menace.
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 20, 2011 23:03:54 GMT -6
Amoura snorted at the two who dared to arrive on the scene and decide to take them "in". She tossed aside her blood packet and directed her full attention to the nuisances before her. If there's one thing she couldn't stand, it was men who tried to act like they were the big shot. Drake was far too much like Dante and she hated him. The only difference: she could kill this version.
In a cold tone that was rarely heard from the hybrid, she stated a command in return: "Shut up."
Undead began to rise from their graves and Amoura paid no attention to the fleeing Chloe nor her kidnapping of Mr. Pointy. Right now, there was was one thing on her mind and it was in the words of her sire:
‘‘Make them fear you…’’
Everyone reaches their point in life where they were sick of holding back so much, and tonight was one of those nights for her.
Black mist appeared behind Amoura in the likeness of gateways and from within the darkness, disfigured creatures came rushing out in swarms towards the undead that were rising from their graves. They were hungry and the ones still climbing out had no chance against them. Limbs went flying, innards splattered against graves and bones were crunched in mouths--it was a massacre.
And a crowd of them, four, were racing after Chloe with all due haste. They were snarling, bearing their teeth and swiping their claws at her. They were the hungriest of all.
The entire time, Amoura didn't budge and kept her eyes fixed on the two males.
"You can finish running that mouth in hell."
The familiars that had succeeded in dispatching some of the unfortunate vampires looked over their shoulders, spread their lips in bloodied, fanged grins, screeched and charged at Drake and Zach.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 20, 2011 23:17:29 GMT -6
Buffy only had a few moments to take in the conversation unfolding in front of her. These two men, they wanted to take them somewhere but where? Their whole facade smelled of government, it smelled of underground labs that ran crazy experiments just to get a few answers for the equations. It reminded her way too much of the initiative- minus the ugly uniforms and the cheesy- yet sometimes affective weaponry. She didn't even take notice to the gun pointing at her head, she was hatching a plan instead.
She had not intentions of sitting in a cell waiting to be questioned, but what she did want was answers of her own and these two might have them. Perhaps they were fighting for the same side, they seemed human enough after all. She needed to talk to someone, to figure out how to stop all this madness that was happening around her.
Before she could think even more the vampire had run off, grabbing her stake with her. That didn't matter. There were plenty of ways of forging a new stake, all you needed was some splintered wood. But what did matter was what happened after. The vampires, the figures that the other mysterious one had conjured to attack them. Everything was strange here, and now these disfigured creatures were going right toward her answers.
Buffy stepped up, right in front of the two men. There were three familiars up at the front that were charging at them. She elbowed one on the right then kicked it in the gut as she used her other arm to grab the one in the centre. She swung it around hard, hitting the one on the left on the way and then letting go watching it fly toward another one straggling behind. The right one got up again and had come up behind her but Buffy grabbed it and flipped it over her shoulders then stepped hard enough on it's head to snap its neck. One remained standing close to them but Buffy punched right through its stomach to tear a whole in its gut and watch it topple over.
There were more coming so she had to be quick. She turned to the two men. "I have no intention of being locked up anywhere, but I would like some answers, so I just may come with you, if we all agree it will be for diplomatic reasons." She did just fight off creatures who had charged at them. Perhaps that would earn her some bonus points.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 21, 2011 1:38:17 GMT -6
People always had to do things the hard way. Drake and Zach watched as Chloe ran off and then more dead people were coming out of the ground to just make things worse. Drake’s attention went back on Amoura who seem to have had enough of his shit as she even went as far to summon creatures covered in darkness at both the vampires and them. Drake and Zach were ready to counter-attack but the other blond stepped in. Drake was impressed at the display by Buffy and felt himself becoming physically attracted to her as time went on. He wouldn’t mind a round with Buffy or Chloe but Drake would have to think about laying on the charm later. Preferably when there weren’t things trying to kill them. When Buffy spoke Drake and Zach looked at her, to each other and then back to her.
“Agreed.”
Drake and Zach then aimed their guns at the source of those dark creatures, Amoura. A Desert Eagle and a .357 Magnum ready to fire at her if she didn’t stand down. They figured the best way to combat against the dark creatures were to take down the source.
“You know I’m in a good mood. A really good mood. So how about you and your little pets run along now and leave town so the three of us don’t have to get our hands dirty. You good with that?”
Drake could accept the fact if this woman got away. As long as the threats were removed either by leaving town or being locked up it was all the same to Vulture really. |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 21, 2011 18:23:10 GMT -6
Make. Them. Fear. You!
Uncertainty flickered in Amoura's eyes and she looked at her familiars she had unleashed onto the graveyard. The voice sounded like Ranka's but he never said it that way in her memory. There was one, logical conclusion to reach about that and her sudden anger flare.
"Nice try, bitch..." Amoura hissed under her breath. The familiars nearby collapsed into clouds of dust that returned into the gateways she had conjured up. Not all of them were reunited with the vampire--the group now multiplied to six and they were still going after Chloe.
Her right hand massaged her temples and she replied to Drake's request. All of this was starting to give her a headache. "If you ask like a true gentleman, rather than a punk that has to compensate for a lack of a dick, then I'll reconsider." Again, Other came close to controlling her and it was unsettling.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 21, 2011 22:04:07 GMT -6
"HA." Buffy couldn't help but laugh out loud at the strange woman's words to Drake. They were just so spot on, so clever, so perfect. She turned to Amoura."You know, after I'm done getting all I need to know from these two I may just need to reconnect with you. I have a feeling we could do great things together. Don't forget my face." She was being serious. The way this woman had spoken to the vampire made her seem to understand how primal evil was the worst of it all. Sure, she had some darkness within her as obvious by the creatures making their way around the group, but who didn't? And Buffy had teamed up with the less-than-good before and she still lived to tell the tale. She had a feeling that this was someone she did not want to just forget about.
But for now, the men were right. But how could Buffy help sway the woman that they needed to be on their way. She had to figure out how to put the world right again, how to get back to the people that she loved and that needed her. Who knew what they were going through right now.
"You're getting worn out anyway, what is the point in keeping us here under drones of zombies that we'll just keep bringing down one by one. You'll have your chance to give this pompous ass what he deserves but nows not the time. There are more pressing matters to take care of"
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Post by Chloe/Kat on Jun 21, 2011 22:18:34 GMT -6
Chloe thought it was smooth sailing from here but then she turned her head around just in time to bear witness to the hell that was chasing her. Becoming the most alert she has ever been since waking up in a coffin and buried beneath the earth the vampiress increased speed and ran even faster out of the cemetery and onto the main streets of the city. Chloe moved her feet as fast as they would take her and given her abilities into account that was fairly fast, combined with her small size only made her faster as she lunged through the air, bouncing off the hood of a passing car as she continued to run down the road.
Soldiers came rushing on the scene after the woman who was pushing cars and people out of the way just to get away from those creatures but they only served as an appetizer for the monsters that continued to chase their main course around the dark city of Isafaro. Chloe lunged towards a nearby building and started to quickly crawl up the wall, zipping by all the windows where people could see the monsters rising up against the building. The four creatures bit at her toes as she climbed up the wall faster until finally reaching the rooftop and lunging from one rooftop to the next but no matter what she did or how fast she moved, they kept coming.
Chloe came to the realization that fleeing would not be possible so she came to a stop on top one of the many rooftops and faced the creatures that wanted to dig into her flesh. Growling at the beasts she ran towards them and lunge right into the four as the five of them began to fall from the tall building while they wrestled with one another. Chloe punched one in the face and kicked another. She could feel their sharp teeth ripping into her flesh, one bit off a piece of her neck and the other tore open a huge wound in her stomach as they continued to battle midfall. The vampiress grabbed one by the mouth and forced it close, she repositioned herself in the sky and then used the four beings to break her fall as they landed on a bunch of cars in a parking lot. Car alarms sounded out through the air as an injured Chloe crawled away from the crash site and slowly got up to her hands and knees coughing up blood. "Is that all you got you bitch!" Chloe shouted. As if the woman could still hear her from so far away.
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