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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 21:40:01 GMT -5
Once upon a time, in a world not so far from here, there was a club. This club, tonight, was closing at three. Almost normal for the club. The reasons were different. She was there. She was kicked out of her clan for something silly, she loved a lycan. That didn't matter though. Liz was a young vampire, her body in its early 20s. Her mind, not much old either. Liz had stright, average brown hair, and average brown eyes. Her skin was quite pale though. It was early morning and she was bored to death. She hugged her jacket around her tightly. Liz was also cold. Not that that mattered either. She decided she would go for the evry cliche: a lone vampire goes to the park. Well she did and she was sitting on a swing as our story began.
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 21:46:13 GMT -5
Yelling could be hard at a distance. The voices were filled with a combination of frusteration,anxiety,fear, and anger. It was impossible to tell what was being said, but whatever it was seemed like it was important for whoever was involved. Gunfire can be heard shortly after, followed by more yelling. This goes on for a while it seems.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 21:50:57 GMT -5
Liz raised an eyebrow. Okay, that was odd. She stopped swinging and looked in all directions. It was towards her left. She swang once more in the swing and then jumped off. Liz pulled her coat around her tighter...Okay....now what?
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 22:07:49 GMT -5
The yelling turned into a scream. or at least one of them was screaming. the gunfire,however, was still a constant, though now more sporadic. someone had either left the fight or was dead or otherwise unable to continue. it was probably whoever had screamed, since that was the logical conclusion.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 22:11:14 GMT -5
Logic constantly escape Liz. She started off towards the noise. Maybe there was something she could do. Liz shivvered violently. She really didn't do well in the cold. Or the day light for that matter. She stopped short of an intresting sight.
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 22:16:49 GMT -5
Closest was what appeared to be a teenager. He had blond hair that seemed to have a tint of green in it, but his eyes could not be seen at the moment, he had them closed. He was on the ground, and holding his arm. Apparently he was the one who had been hit.His gun lay on the ground next to him. Nearby was another, older man, though only appearing in his twenties or thirties, who was still on his feet and firing,with his back to a wall. Further away was at least one other, using a dumpster as cover and firing back at them.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 22:23:31 GMT -5
She closed her eyes for a moment "Stop" She yelled "there are children about" Well it worked in the movies. She watched the men...why the blood...oh great....the thirst hit her. And it hit her hard. She needed blood. Even though she fed not to long ago...all the blood pouring from the teenager...
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 22:30:40 GMT -5
The boy gritted his teeth,"if we could we would." He tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. It appeared there was something more going on then just a mere bullet wound, because if that were the case he would be able to at least stand. "dad...." he said weakly. The man glanced over from where he was standing against the wall, "i cant get to you right now..." The boy shook his head,"no...its holy....its killing me..." he said it under his breath, but she could probably pick up the words.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 22:41:33 GMT -5
She knelt down by the boy. His wounds looked deep. some hope for recovery. "What happened?" She whispered, she was in a mental debate, she wasn't supposed to heal anyone but herself and her victims...she could make him one but that would hurt him even more.
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 22:51:33 GMT -5
He gave her a quizical look that was clearly meant to say 'cant you tell?'. That look lasted all but 2 seconds, before his face twisted into a grimace from pain. His father couldnt get anywhere near without being shot himself, so he could only glance over to see how he was doing, before returning fire.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 22:54:15 GMT -5
"No" She murmered. She made a face "if I feed on you I can heal you" She whispered in his ear. She had to duck once or twice, stray bullet. She was doing something kind.
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 23:01:17 GMT -5
"go ahead, it wont hurt me that much" he muttered. He was tense, which was understandable considering his condition. He didnt say anything else, and just sat there watching the rest of the fight.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 7, 2006 23:14:06 GMT -5
She took his hand in hers. She gently bit the flesh of his wrist with a praticed ease. She drank a little and quickly healed the other wounds before she did the one at his wrist "wait a moment before moving" She whispered
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2006 23:29:06 GMT -5
He cringed a little,but seemed to still be in pain even after being healed. After a moment he reached for his gun. He had a clear shot at the guy behind the dumpster, he could end this pointless battle if he could get it. He didnt bother getting up, he just aimed from the ground, as best he could. His hand was shaking from the pain.
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Post by scarlet on Dec 8, 2006 12:09:54 GMT -5
She put a hand on his shoulder. The blood was weird "Demon?" she asked him. She was trying to ignore the bloodshed. If these were demons....great, she could get really sick. Thankfully her surivival instincts kicked in while she was feeding. The battle needed to end. Now.
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