Out from the grave (OPEN!)

[Ayen]

“Compensate? Compensate!?”

Drake was furious. No one, either man or woman, has ever insulted him in such a matter. If there was one thing Drake knew to himself is that he didn’t have to compensate for anything, especially a lack of dick. He was all man, baby! And he was about to prove it to this bitch who looked like she was ripped out of a horrible medieval B-Movie. The sound of a zipper could be heard coming undone as Drake began to approach Amoura.

“I’ll show you compensating! Now get your ass over here!”

“Jesus Christ, Drake. Zip your fly up now isn’t the time for this!”

Drake grumbled something underneath his breath and then rezip his jeans as he took a step back and hoisted his gun.

[Silver Eyes]

"Sounds good," Amoura nodded at Buffy, "I look forward to it." How could she forget the face of a human with her level of fighting prowess? This "Slayer" deal will be interesting to hear more of and maybe she could teach her a thing or two.

"Is that all you got you bitch!"

Speaking of teaching a thing or two, Amoura wasn't about to let that go. If there's one thing she couldn't stand it was a fledgling that dared to come out of a grave with an ego.

Amoura raised a talon to stop the conversation, pulled Judgement out from the holster and was in the sky in less than a blink. Three explosive rounds spiraled out of the barrel and made a beeline in the vampiress' direction.

However, none of them were aimed to make a deadly strike.

Two of the bullets took out her pigtails, shredding the hairs and the third collided with the car's engine. The vehicle erupted in a violent explosion and became engulfed in flames right as the other bullets detonated behind her.

"Consider that both an answer and a warning." Amoura's thoughts tore through Chloe's with the same cold tone she had used earlier. That was all that needed to be done unless she chooses to further infuriate her.

The Night Angel made a quiet landing and shoved her gun back into the holster.

"Yeah, sure," Amoura pulled down her mask and smirked at Drake, "I'll kick his ass another time. I'll call you 'Pencil' since I didn't see anything come out. You won't even get to 'compensate' to me in your wildest dreams." The vampire chuckled. This guy was so touchy about his member. Was this equivalent to insulting whatever intellect he had?

[Buffy Summers]

Watching the flames rise up in the sky from the distance Buffy could only wonder why it seemed that cars ALWAYS exploded.. she thought that was just a movie thing. Glad to see the vampire was getting a run for her money, though Buffy was slightly sad she never did get a chance to finish her off once and for all. Though she had a feeling that perhaps they would run into each other again. The girl was so blood thirsty and foolish she was bound to run into trouble, and trouble usually liked to make its way toward the slayer.

But for now in the graveyard there was peace. Buffy let out more chuckles as the white haired boy got more of what he deserved. She hoped she wouldn't have to put up with anymore of his stupidity, but hopefully with the other man around he would stay in his place while Buffy was around... she doubted it though.

Buffy nodded back at Amoura in further recognition, this new universe- or dimension- or whatever the hell it was, was definitely starting to get interesting. And with any luck she would be getting involved in the big leagues very soon.

"Shall we go gentlemen? We have much to discuss."

[Chloe/Kat]

Her pigtails! Her glorious pigtails! That did it, that sealed the deal and as far as Chloe was concerned now the bitch had to die! But the explosion that erupted behind Chloe would take her mind off of Amoura for a moment as the force pushed her through the air hard and she landed on her face. What exactly COULDN'T this woman do? Chloe wanted so bad to kill Amoura but as she laid there covered in sweat, blood and dirt she realized one very important thing. She wasn't strong enough.

Chloe needed more blood and more power if she wanted to exact revenge against the people who had earned her scorn on this night. Then she could hunt her down, both of them. Chloe would have a great feast and make sure that their deaths would be slow and painful. For them and them alone she'd be sure to drink their blood slowly so they could feel every, single, last, drop, of their blood leave their veins and enter hers.

Chloe got up to her feet and began running away from the scene as she headed to the end of town, all the while cursing the names of Amoura and Buffy, although Chloe didn't know their names so she had to settle for calling them degrading terms that you wouldn't repeat to your mother. She really did need to learn to catch the name of her enemies. All in due time. For now she made her exit from the city holding onto her insides and anything, or anyone, that dared to get between Chloe and the ends of town was about to be torn apart by her bare hands.

Chloe exit stage right

[Ayen]

Drake was honestly sad that it couldn’t be Chloe and Buffy before them instead of Amoura and Buffy. At least Chloe knew how to greet and treat a man even if what she said earlier was utter bullshit. He looked over at Amoura ready to give her a piece of his mind. Nobody disrespects him like that. Nobody.

“Shut up you stupid bitch! I would’ve had you screaming and hollering on the ground begging for more in twelve seconds but now you aren’t worthy of the satisfaction I can give.”

Drake then turned over to Buffy and smiled.

“You on the other hand….”

Zach released a low irritated growl as he looked over to the others.

“Yeah let go now. Our base isn’t that far from here.”

[Silver Eyes]

Amoura's armor began to fade off, collapsing into piles of dust that disappeared, revealing her more civilian-type attire: a navy blue, zip up vest, shorts with cloth tights that had a spiral-like design in the fabric, leather boots, a cloth was wrapped around her waist but revealed her right leg and wrist bands. With no hood to wear, she let down her hair, shook out the bunched locks and brushed strands from her face.

There was no point in remaining in her "work outfit" if there was nothing else to do.

"Stupid bitch, eh?" Amoura started walking past Drake, stopped in front of him, and quickly leaned forward as if to give the male a kiss. Just a centimeter away, she smirked, backed off and said: "My hand could make me scream in seven seconds. I don't think you could beat that."

The vampire looked over her shoulder, gave Buffy a two finger salute and walked off.