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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:10:46 GMT -6
285. Emily “Can you shut up for on—?” I was cut short as I felt something sharp hit me right between the shoulder blades. I stumbled forward, barely catching myself as I came close to colliding with the ground, and I felt my breath catch as another buried into my shoulder. I looked up at Trey with wide, scared eyes, and he stared back at me with astonishment. “Ambush,” I tried to say, but no sound came to accompany the word. Yet my two boys understood perfectly. A crowd of zombies pushed they’re way through the trees, a few still attempting to throw knives at us. I yanked one knife from my arm, wincing at the pain, as Deimos emotionlessly ripped the one from my back. “I wonder what happened when I was gone,” Trey hissed. “Ghouls aren’t supposed to be smart.”
286. Betreyl I bared my teeth, stepped to the side slightly as a knife flew by. “This is getting out of hand.” I dropped to a crouch, hands flexed out. As soon as Deimos and Emily were out of my way, I sprang; the motion reminding me of a cat. I slid beneath one, coming up behind it and ripped its heart out and head off. As a knife flew at me, I merely caught it between my teeth, grinning before I broke it with a quick snap and charged again.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:11:09 GMT -6
287. Emily “Attack,” I commanded weakly, trying to desperately catch my breath as the pain in my body from the venom started up once again. “Yes, Miss Emily,” Deimos breathed next to my ear, and I heard the wind whistle past me as one of his cleavers shot through the air, catching a ghoul right in the center of his face, cutting off a few strands of Trey’s black hair as he moved expertly out of the way. “Shit,” I heard him say. “That was a good hit.” Deimos managed a swift, elegant bow before lunging forwards to take down even more zombies. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, gasping in pain, before I felt Trey’s cold fingers touch my cheek. “Come now, Emily,” he whispered. “Show what you can do. Ignore the pain.” I heard the smile in his voice. “You’re stronger than you think.” I heard his gun fire again. I looked up, seeing the ghouls coming closer and closer with every passing second, and suddenly, I felt…alive. Despite the burning from my transformation, I felt a grin spread across my face, and, since I’d left my pistols at home, my fingers shaped themselves into claws, tearing through the nearest demon’s rotting flesh as he groaned, falling down with a dead thud at my feet. Then, to my horror, I heard myself laugh as I took down another.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:11:18 GMT -6
288. Betreyl I took two steps back, moving off my toes. Back, forward, left, forward, right, forward, repeat. Dancing in a dizzying circle that allowed me to take down more and more ghouls. That was when everything seemed to come to a halt. The zombies stopped, Deimos paused, knifes halfway through cutting one down, Emily looked up, growling in irritation. I snarled as well. Then I caught that same sickly sweet scent from earlier… But something was different. Something else was with it. It was powerful, deadly, and a bloodlust higher than mine…. A bloodlust for anything that moved. Berserker. A big one. Something that would crush Emily. I dropped to a crouch, possible as low as I could get, muscles twitching with tension as Fawn entered the playing field.
289. Emily I saw Fawn for only maybe a split second before I felt something slam me down onto the ground. I screamed, more out of fury than in fear, as I felt a pair of (what felt like) hands holding the back of my head in the dirt. Then I felt something lick the back of my neck. "Can I have her?" Something asked in a breezy, soft voice, as if there was something wrong with the person's lungs. "Be torturous." I heard the smile in Fawn's voice. I snarled loudly, almost getting my nose broken as the thing on top of me pushed harder. No matter how strong I was now, I couldn't get him off--what the hell is he? I thought, fear finally beginning to process inside my brain. "Tre--!" I choked out, before I found myself being lifted into the air. Then a hand closed over my throat.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:11:30 GMT -6
290. Betreyl I felt panic rise. My brain told me to help Emily, my instinct told me to get Fawn. That was when a shape rushed past me. I saw it was Deimos. He clashed with Fawn, “Get Emily!” I stood, still tense, my brain calculating. “Help her, Dam nit!” I stepped back, then turned, rushing at the Berserker. It grinned at me. “Another toy,” Its sick humor and underdeveloped brain made it sound like a kid on Christmas. It was huge, clearly showing that it was a product of some deranged scientist. I leapt at it, land squarely and his head. I pulled out my gun to blow its brains out, but it grabbed me and flung me down first. I gasped, landing on something hard. The pain told me that I’d just been shishkabobbed. I gasped, forcing myself up on my hands and knees, clearly seeing the metal under me stained red. I didn’t even have time to react as it grabbed me again, hurling me across the area leaving me to knock down a tree. “Emily!” I coughed, gagging on my own blood again.
291. Emily I was held limply in the man’s hand as he toyed with Trey, finally throwing my friend across the large space, obviously trying to buy time to turn his attention back to me. I could see the man’s face now—he looked like some sort of monster, every feature on his face pointed, almost sharp, his hair falling messily over his shoulders and covering his eyes, though I could still see them glowing from beneath the matted strands. I cursed under my breath as he turned to face me, a sick smile spreading across his face, and I could see pieces of flesh dangling from his cheeks and forehead to reveal the bone underneath. “Pretty toy,” he mumbled to me
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:11:46 GMT -6
292. Betreyl I growled, forcing myself to stand. He just pissed off the wrong guy. My hand gripped the bark of the tree near my feet, lifting it up. Then, I hurled in as hard as I could. He noticed. He grinned, catching it with his free hand. Back, step right, forward, step left, one step forward, two steps left. A dizzying order of speed combing to through his aim off as I ran at him again. He threw the tree, as I knew he would, but it caught me off guard. It landed at my feet; I flipped backwards in the air, still landing neatly on my feet. There was no way to get past him. “Hold on Emily!”
293. Emily I could feel the man’s fingernails—long, sharp, black fingernails—as he dug them into my back, obviously trying to sever my spine in the slowest way possible. This time, the scream that ripped from my throat was a cry of pain. I could feel the blood coating my back, feel him ripping the fabric of my shirt so he could have better aim…I barely heard Trey’s words as he shouted them, commanding me to hang on. “I-I…” I whispered, crying out again as I felt my attacker bite, hard, into my neck. “…I…can’t…I can’t…do it…” And then, I heard the satisfying crunch as my captor was ripped apart, first by his arms, then his legs, his body twisting through the air before it landed with his other dismembered limbs. “I’m sorry I didn’t attack sooner,” I heard Deimos say, feeling his cold arms fit around my back and behind my knees. “Miss Emily.” He gently kissed the deep wounds in my neck, and the pain was dulled down to an uncomfortable throb. “But you shall not be attacked again.” I heard Trey snarl, not at the ghost, but at the blind girl who’d stood by and “watched” over the entire scene, a twisted-looking smile on her face. “This ends /now/!” I heard Trey yell, before plunging his hand through her chest.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:11:57 GMT -6
294. Betreyl As soon as I’d touched her, Fawn grinned down at me. I could feel her heartbeat in my hand, that’s when I realized something was wrong. A pounding filled my head. It hurt me to look down. Her hand was through me as well. I snarled at her. “Well, trey looks like were at an impasse. You move your hand; I’d die killing you. I move my hand; you die, but so would I,” Her grin changed, Becoming sick, her eyes becoming red. I felt her grip tighten. I winced. “Deimos, get her!” I snarled, not willing to back down yet. “You can’t kill me Trey. You can’t make up for your mistake, but I can make it up for you.” Her arm sharply pulled back. I stood there, blinking, blood pouring out of my wounds and my mouth. “D-Deimos, hurry,” I felt myself fall, my vision turning red. I heard Emily scream. “We can only die at another vampire’s hands,” Fawn grinned.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:12:14 GMT -6
295. Emily Before I knew what was happening, I’d jumped from Deimos’s arms, racing towards Fawn faster than she could blink, and I plunged my hand where Trey’s had left a hole. Her eyes grew wide—she didn’t have an open hand to attack me with. “Then you can die at mine.” I said, baring my new, large fangs at her, before I ripped her heart out from the little cavity in her chest, spraying myself with blood. Then, my fingers closed over the little cold lump in my hand, thumping hard in my palm as Fawn finally saw that she was going to die. “I’ll see you in hell, you little bitch.” I spat, squeezing as hard as I could. The look of horror on her face was the most satisfying thing I’d seen in my entire life, the way her eyes grew wide with fear, her mouth opening as if she was ready to beg. And then she crumbled to a pile of dust at my feet. Trey’s heart fell at my feet, thumping weakly, and I turned to him. I couldn’t even tell if he was dead or not.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:12:24 GMT -6
296. Betreyl I looked up at Emily weakly. I grinned, “That fucking hurt.” She sighed with relief. “What now?” “Put his heart back, “Deimos said, drifting next to Emily, “He’ll be fine, as long as you don’t break it,” He grinned at the thought. “Ha, ha, funny. Put it back,” I muttered. Emily nodded, turning. “Uh-oh…. Not good.” “What is it?” Deimos turned to her. “It seems we have a problem….” “Great…” I sighed, “Just what we need, huh?”
297. Emily "What's the problem?" I asked frantically. I cupped his heart between my hands, trying to keep from jumping up and down in impatience. "What's wrong? What did she do?" Trey groaned from where he was laying on the ground. "Deimos!!" I begged, then, finally, I felt the pain sear through the tear in my back. Deimos caught me, gently taking the heart in my hand, as my legs gave from under me. "...B-be careful," I managed.
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:12:36 GMT -6
298. Betreyl I closed my eyes, relaxing. I was tired, my body was shutting down. I felt cold hands, but I was drifting in black. The soothing darkness that calmed me down. I felt myself sigh. “Betreyl?” I recognized Deimos’s voice, “Betreyl, wake up.” “T-Trey?” Emily’s voice sounded laden with pain. Groaning, I forced my eyes open.
299. Emily “He woke up!” I cried, throwing my arms around his neck. I tried my best not to wince when the wound in my back seared again with pain. “Hold still,” For once, I heard a hint of emotion in the ghost’s voice—without even looking, I could tell his eyes were rolling. I shrieked when I felt Deimos hook a finger through the loop on the back of my jeans, lifting me up slightly. I heard Trey groan as I held tighter to him, arms wrapped around his neck, face squashed against my chest. “Let go!” I protested loudly, before I felt Deimos kiss the mangled skin, dulling the pain in that wound as well. “You could at least tell me first!” “Yes,” he said softly. “But that, Miss Emily, would ruin the fun of it.” I felt Trey shift a bit in my arms, and I looked down. “Oh!” I gasped, trying not to blush. “I’m sorry!” “Don’t be,” I heard him say, his voice muffled a bit by my shirt. “I rather like it here.”
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Post by †Arisen† on Jan 17, 2009 22:12:44 GMT -6
300. Betreyl I heard Deimos growl. I sighed Dramatically, “Fine.” I sat up carefully; though Emily didn’t release her strangle hold on me. I laughed, “Down, girl. I’m not dying yet.” “How would you know?! These could be your last seconds!” “Look around you. Haven’t you figured it out yet that I won’t go own without a fight?” “Well….” I kissed her neck, grinning as Deimos growled and as she slightly flinched back, “Now how could you doubt that? Honestly? Now, lets get going. I think I’m in the mood for a bite.”
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