Vampires @ MindSay 
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I know, I know, Vampires have become so mainstream these days it seems they risk becoming a parody. Reminds me of a time when vampires in fiction were more malign, less often found to be positive protagonists, more often monsters, and rarely fell in love with mere humans. But horror fans have always wanted to see the vampire become the hero; we've always wished to win them over, let us seduce them and have them carry us off into the moonlight. We want to be the vampire, really. So vampires in fiction have evolved to fulfill our fantasies. They've become more human than human.
True Blood is more of a mystery series than a romance, more written and filmed for an adult audience than an all ages one like Twilight is. In fact, folks get it on way more than in Twilight, frankly, maybe a bit too often. One character in particular is an uberslut! So if you like a lot of ass with your fangs, you'll love it. As for me, I just love the characters and how they interact and react to impossible situations with humor and horror. I love True Blood as much as I do Twilight. But at some point I worry about overdosing on vampires. Sure they're sexy and fun, but a lot of the television series and movies aren't pushing the envelope. I start to see the same kind of vampire character portrayed over and over again. I start to be annoyed with them moping over what they are, groaning over drinking blood, and swooning over their human lovers. Give me something different and new! But keep the fangs coming! I'm not bored just yet.
The vampires right now keep me from thinking about the poor state of my health at the moment. I hate needles and wish they were vampire fangs instead. Tomorrow bright and early, just after dawn, I've got blood and other lab work to do. I have to fast for 10 hours before hand. It's not a pretty fate. No, not as pretty as getting banged by a vampire, but just as intrusive. I wish there was an easier way to regulate my health! During my fast I'm not even allowed to exercise or drink soda or chew gum. I'm only allowed to sip water. So I plan on putting myself to bed very early. But if I can't sleep, I'll keep watching the vampires.
Chapter Four
The game started with Eli Manning throwing a touchdown pass to Kevin Boss. Seraph and Dracula told Saphyra, Shadow, Lilith, and Danica that Hector was being held prisoner in the Castle at Loch Ness. Of course, Saphyra had feared that all along. She was a freelance photographer for the NFL and was taking pictures of the New York Giants and the Redskins. When Shadow hit the field the score was 7-3. He put his helmet on and trotted onto the field, making Saphyra’s heart swell with love for him.
“I was afraid of that,” Saphyra said taking a picture of the huddle and of the lineup over the football, at the line of scrimmage.
“Afraid of what?” Jay asked. Saphyra didn’t answer, just took a snapshot of Shadow throwing the football and the football sailing through the air and Chris Cooley catching it.
“I know, she always does this, when she’s bored. It really irritates me,” Lilith agreed.
“Who does?” He asked Lilith, hoping that she’d answer it. Which she didn’t. Saphyra turned to Jay and finally answered him.
“Belladonna Vinylslut has been my nemesis since I was quite young. She kidnapped my husband, Shadow, 500 years ago, and held him prisoner in the Coliseum; I wish that I had killed her when I had the chance,” she explained to Jay. She took some more pictures of Shadow driving down the field for a touchdown.
“No one thinks that Jason can win this game....it’s ludicrous! Everyone knows that the Giants suck at home!” Saphyra said running over to snap a picture of her husband throwing a touchdown and the celebration that Antwan Randle-El made. She ran up to Shadow and hugged him. She pulled his helmet off and kissed him full on the mouth.
“Nice one, sweetheart,” she whispered in his ear. Shadow grinned and picked her up and carried her over to the sidelines and guzzled down his Gatorade. Shadow set her down and kept his arms around her waist.
“All right, so, what did I miss?” He asked. Aurora told him what Dracula had told Saphyra and Jay.
“Dang it, Medea, why didn’t you kill her when you had the chance?” Shadow asked her. Saphyra shrugged.
“I don’t know why. I wish I had too, darling, if it helps any,” she explained.
“It helps a little,” he said mopping his face off with a towel that the water-boy handed him and a huge chug of water from his water bottle. His hair was matted with sweat but he had to put his helmet back on and get back out there to hold for the extra-point kick. The weather was cold in New Jersey and when he went back to the sidelines, he traded his helmet for a beanie and squatted on the sidelines while Saphyra teleported to the other side of the field and reappeared in a NY Giants dress with Eli’s jersey number and last name on the dress and cape. She snapped pictures of Eli Manning and everyone. Vivyanne and Aurora also went to the other side, Vivyanne was Saphyra’s assistant. Eli threw a pick and the interception was taken in for a touchdown, so suddenly the Redskins were on fire. Saphyra gave Eli a sympathetic hug before teleporting over to the side where her husband was standing with Zorn, the Head Coach, going over the next few plays. Saphyra and Shadow had known the Mannings since Archie Manning started playing for the New Orleans Saints. Peyton, Cooper and Eli were also good friends with her.
At halftime the score was 21-10, the Redskins were up and had the ball next. Jay checked to make sure his blood sugar level was ok, while he did that, Shadow and Saphyra chatted with Randle-El and Moss. Saphyra teleported to the Giants’ locker room and sat next to Eli while Tom Coughlin, the head coach, gave them their pep-talk. Pretty soon, Vivyanne, Lilith and Aurora appeared next to her and whispered into her ear.
Great! Another thing to worry about! Saphyra thought to them. They nodded. Apparently, goblins and other creatures that weren’t friendly to them were suddenly disappearing and reappearing up in Siberia. Then it swiftly dawned on her. What if Belladonna had returned to her icy fortress up in Russia? Either that or the goblins and brownies were just up to some mischief....which wouldn’t be surprising.
“Eli, we have to go back to the other locker room, good luck in the game,” Saphyra whispered.
“Ok, see you after the game,” Peyton’s little brother said back. Saphyra still couldn’t believe that little Eli Manning was all grown up and playing professional football. She also couldn’t believe that he was married. Abby was a sweetheart and was perfect for him, but she still saw him as the little boy tagging along behind his older brothers, Peyton and Cooper. They all teleported to where her husband was seated, with Jay, Seraph, Danica and Vlad, listening to Jim Zorn giving the Redskins a pep talk as well.
“Father, what are we going to do about Belladonna? She can’t keep doing this to us all the time!” Saphyra asked.
“We could try talking to her,” he replied. Saphyra rolled her eyes.
“We’ve done that before! That’s why Jason was kidnapped!”
“Well, then, talk to her again.”
“Is that ALL you do, talk to people?! Come on, Papa! It didn’t work with the Greeks and Trojans, it didn’t work with the Philistines and the Israelites and you remember World War Two!” Saphyra hissed. Jay shushed them and pointed at Zorn who was waiting for them to stop arguing.
“Sorry, Jim, go ahead,” Saphyra said, feeling embarrassed and frustrated at her father. Zorn laughed and continued with his pep talk.
The game started off with Shadow fumbling the ball but recovering it in time for Antonio Pierce to land on him. The Refs proceeded to give the Redskins a first down anyways, when Pierce started shoving Shadow. This made Saphyra furious, while she took pictures of it and told her adopted sister, Vivyanne, to write about that to send to MSNBC.com which always published Saphyra and Vivyanne’s articles pertaining to professional football. Saphyra’s husband made a touchdown from that drive, making the score 28-10. She congratulated her husband with a quick kiss and teleported to the other side of the field and started chewing out Pierce, when Coughlin was through with him.
Eli responded to Shadow’s drive with a touchdown as well, bringing Saphyra’s camera out to take some pictures and teleported to the Redskins’ sidelines and yelled at the defense.
“You morons! How are we supposed to win the division this season if you let the opposing team score on the next drive after my husband scores?!” She screamed at them. One of the men, looked flushed.
“What would a photographer know about football?” He asked. Saphyra’s teal eyes pierced into his.
“Young man, I will have you know that I’ve been taking pictures of professional football for 112 years! Ever since Cardinals were founded in 1898, in Chicago!” She told him harshly. The guy backed off.
After the game, the score was 35-20, Redskins 1-0 and the Giants 0-1. Eli had invited Shadow and Saphyra and their family to his house to watch the Sunday Night football game, Colts vs. The Patriots. Jay, Shadow, and Saphyra bet with Brett Favre, Tony Romo, and John Lynch that the Colts would beat the Pats 24-17. They, of course, thought that the Pats would beat the Colts 31-10. Saphyra’s group won 9 times out of 10. Seraph always went to those gatherings with his daughter and son-in-law. They said yes of course. Vlad declined and told them that he would be out hunting up in the Appalachians with his brides. So he went off with Marishka, Verona, and Aleera, while the others went to Eli’s house.
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Chapter TwoSaphyra and Shadow landed on the balcony first. She turned into her human form, with Shadow as well in his human form. One by one, Vivyanne, December, Lilith, Aurora and Danica landed behind them. Saphyra hugged her uncle as did Shadow.
"Uncle, Aurora needs your help," Saphyra explained. The ages old vampire nodded.
"Let's see what we can do," he said in his Romanian accent that he was so famous for. He gestured to the others and the couple to follow him. Saphyra walked beside Aleera and Verona, chatting casually with them. Vegetarianism was hard for Dracula's Brides to adjust to but, they all thought that it was worth it. Even Marishka enjoyed hunting deer and camels, rather than attacking the villages in Romania once a month.
"Yeah, see the last time I had to take out human blood, was when Vivyanne started reacting badly to the first vampire to bite her and I couldn't stand the taste of human blood," Saphyra was saying. Verona rolled her eyes.
"I remember that day; we had to bite her twice before she stopped killing people," Verona said. Saphyra nodded.
"That was a bad day; Scotland Yard still can't figure out who killed all those women and children...mostly men, that's why we told them about Jack the Ripper," she explained. Aleera grinned wickedly.
"Humans are so gullible, some still believe in the Loch Ness Monster," she said. Shadow and Saphyra nodded.
"I remember, during World War 2, several English Fighter Pilots telling me stories about Loch Ness, I thought it was a bunch of hooey," Shadow said.
"When in all reality, it was my brother, Thanatos, and his inflatable dinosaur," Saphyra explained. "He always did like to play pranks. In fact, he still does." Verona and Aleera laughed. They always enjoyed Saphyra's company, at the castle. Dracula walked into the large Dining Hall and told his Brides to serve them some beverages and dinner. Marishka and Aleera went to the kitchen. Saphyra started to get up but they waved her away. She was constantly on her feet. Shadow and Saphyra sat near the head of the table, next to Dracula. Aurora sat across from Shadow and right next to Verona. They had a Bloody Mary for Vivyanne, Absinthe mixed with Code Red Mountain Dew for Saphyra, Margarita for Aurora, chilled milk for December, A Corona for Shadow, a Tropical Smoothie for Danica and a Corona Light for Lilith, who jokingly said she needed to start losing weight. This made everyone at the table laugh. Only Danica didn't get it.
"Um, Kalliope, if your immortal you can't lose or gain weight," Danica said. Lilith rolled her eyes.
"Duh, Hermione, that's the point!" Lilith addressed her little sister. She leaned back in her chair. Lilith and Saphyra were fraternal twin sisters but looked alike. Saphyra often joked that they were a Gothic version of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. Only Saphyra was slightly taller than Lilith.
"Kalli, give her a break," Aurora scolded. Saphyra reached out with her mind and made Lilith's chair fall back a little more, making her sister lose control of the chair and fall back.
"Athena! Why do you ALWAYS do that?! It was old when you started doing that in 1016 A.D!" Lilith screamed at her sister mentally shoving Saphyra back from the table, who retaliated by moving the beer out of her reach and then dumping it on her sister's head. Dracula and everyone made sure that they were out of reach. Lilith turned into a mouse and scurried towards her twin, who in turn morphed into a black cat. December turned to Shadow.
"I keep forgetting that they do that," he whispered. Shadow laughed and moved his feet out of Saphyra and Lilith's way. Aurora was chasing Saphyra, yelling at them in Hebrew. Danica was rooting for Saphyra and Vivyanne was betting that Lilith would choke up.
"Athena! Kalliope, do you two have to play cat and mouse literally?!" Aurora was screaming. Shadow could hear his wife answer with a yes in her mind and Lilith with a: Isn't this fun? Finally Aurora turned them into human form and watched as Lilith ran into Dracula and Saphyra careened into December, knocking him flat.
"Athena, remind me to set my drink on the table next time you and Kalliope play cat and mouse," December's voice was muffled under Saphyra's hair. She stood up and made her dress dry and his shirt dry. She also restored his drink. He thanked her, guzzled the milk and quickly set it at the table. Aurora looked flustered at the twins.
"Quick, Athena, get us out of here; Andromache is in one of her moods again," Lilith whispered. Saphyra shook her head.
"Last time, we did that, we scared off 220 tourists on the Promenade Deck on the Titanic. No, we are not going to do that again," Saphyra hissed back. Aurora was indeed flabbergasted at both of them. More at Lilith than at Saphyra.
"Look. At. THIS. MESS!" Aurora yelled gesturing at the food and drinks and glasses that were scattered on the floor. Dracula laughed and told her that it wasn't a big deal. After 600 years of messes, from banters back and forth between Saphyra and Shadow and Saphyra and Lilith, he was used to it.
"Oh come on, Andromache! This isn't as bad as the last time we played cat and mouse!" Lilith whined, silently praying that God would be merciful and that their father wouldn't pick now for one of his random visits to Earth. Saphyra heard the prayer and sent it to Aurora and Shadow who were picking up the mess. Aurora finally stood up and handed her sister what she had in her hands.
"YOU, get to pick this up," Aurora declared and walked off with Dracula. Lilith groaned.
"Hey! How come Athena gets to go with you guys?! She started this whole thing!" Lilith whimpered. Saphyra turned around.
"I was only doing that to you for picking on Hermione," she snapped and whirled around. The rest headed towards the library and Aleera stayed behind to help out Lilith who was grumbling while picking the stuff up.
At the library, Saphyra made a fire appear in the fireplace and sat next to her husband on the loveseat. Everyone gathered around the fireplace to talk about serious matters. Dracula stared at the flames for a bit.
“I think I can try and find your husband; it’s just going to take me some time to find him,” he said after a long moment of silence. Aurora nodded.
“I understand, Uncle, I’ve been searching for him for 3,203 years. Ever since the Trojan War ended,” she said.
Saphyra snuggled close to her husband, after taking her cloak off. He wrapped his arms around her. They were remembering their falling out. She practically moved Heaven and Earth to find him to tell him that she still loved him. She slid her arms around his stomach and rested her head on his chest. He still wore his leather coat.
Outside the rain was starting to fall. This made Saphyra and Shadow grin. Lilith finally came in.
“All right, what did I miss?” She asked taking a seat next to December, who was sitting on the floor next to Saphyra and Shadow. Saphyra grabbed her twin’s hand and sent her memories of the conversation. Lilith faked a yawn.
“Wow, sounds like a snooze-fest,” she answered. Everyone but Dracula rolled their eyes.
“So, Uncle, how are we going to find Hektor?” Saphyra asked. Dracula shrugged.
“I’ll send some of my Brides to check things out,” the vampire said. Shadow pulled out his pocket watch, to check the time. He mentally told Saphyra that they should probably head to America. Aurora caught that thought and glowered at them.
“You guys said that you would help!” She said.
“I said we would take you to Uncle Vlad, I didn’t promise that we would help you 24/7, Jason and I have some work to do, in America. Football season is upon us and I wouldn’t miss watching the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers play against each other for nothing. Their new quarterback is Jay Cutler and he’s the coolest,” Saphyra explained, getting up off the couch. She teleported herself to America and appeared in the sky. Shadow did the same thing. They flew over to Wisconsin. Saphyra put a little too much energy into flying at Lambeau Field and landed right on top of Jay.
“My gosh, Saphyra, must you always land on me like a piano?!” Jay growled. Saphyra got off of his back and helped him up. Shadow proceeded to careen into Jay again, knocking him flat. Jay knew Shadow by the name of Jake.
“Sorry, man, I was doing that on purpose and I shouldn’t have,” Shadow apologized and helped Jay up. He just glared at Shadow.
“If you’ve got more of your siblings coming, guys, let me know, so I can hide,” Cutler said. Saphyra laughed and shook her head.
“Don’t worry, most of my family don’t like watching football; least of all the Bears,” Saphyra explained. That was a true statement. Her father, Seraph Nocturne, was a huge Broncos fan. Her mother, Violet Bathory, preferred the New York Giants and the Indianapolis Colts. Her sister Aurora was a Chargers fan, her brother Thanatos was a Raiders fan, Phaedra was an Arizona Cardinals fan, and Danica was a HUGE Dallas Cowboys fan. Shadow was going to play against the New York Giants on Sunday. This was a Saturday game. He was the starting Quarterback for the Washington Redskins. They sat down on the benches to watch their good friend, Jay, play against the Packers. Her sisters, Danica, Vivyanne and Lilith joined them and watched the game.
“Aurora says that she’ll let you guys know if Uncle Vlad comes up with anything,” Lilith said. The couple nodded. Saphyra just hoped against hope that Hektor wasn’t dead or worse....
It's dark, and gloomy, and not much can be seen beyond the areas where light shines from lampposts. The cemetary is quiet, eerily quiet. However in the distance there seems to be three figures around one of the tombstones all crouched down peering towards it.
Oswald keeps a steady pace with Maxwell, eyes peeled through his balaclava as he constantly surveys the graveyard. "These places never get homlier do they..." He mutters lowly to the other armored man, gripping a little tighter to the long range rifle in his hands as they continue in their patrol.
Maxwell pauses making a hand signal. He looks back at Oswald before pointing to his eyes then pointing forward and holding out his thumb and pinky, shaking his hand a little. He then holds up three fingers before he starts to move forward once again, moving towards the three, replacing the stake and pulling out his extendable baton. He doesn't extend it and instead just holds it in his off hand, slightly behind his back.
Oswald stops as the hand signal goes up, his eyes falling to where Maxwell's fingers point. He nods a signal nod of confirmation, and continues to act as backup for the other armored man as they investigate, checking over the basics of his rifle just in case.
Maxwell takes his stake with his strong hand and proceeds to move forward towards the trio, unsure whether or not the individuals above ground were hostiles. He presses a button activating his throat mic as he whispers "We've got An HST emerging, three above ground are still unknown. I expect them to be hostile, however they could be Indie forces, your weapons clear for the HST as soon we engage. Situation will dictate the others."
The three vampires are still completely blissfully unaware of impending danger..for them that is. The hand finally become a torso. It's a young girl, not much older than Christiana..at least before she was killed and turned. She wrinkles her nose as she gets helped out and mutters softly under her breath. "I'm hungry.." she mutters under her breath.
"Copy that. Taking aim, you're covered." Oswald replies in a low throaty whisper to his parter over a comlink on his chest. His rifle lines up against his shoulder and his eye looks down the scope on the vampires gathered.
Christiana looks at the group of vampires as she was rubbing some graves again, one of her hobbies. She does a forward jump over the gravestones and makes a kick at the newly rose vampire girl that looks like her but the kick goes wide. She then looks at the vampires and is like "Ummm can't we talk about this?"
Maxwell watches as the girl jumps and attempts to kick one of the vamps, falling on her rump. He mummers lightly "couldn't have asked for a better distraction...." before whispering over his mic "Careful we have civ in the mix". With that he runs forward, extending his baton with a *Snickt*. A quick swing at the back of the leg takes the vamp down to his knees. Maxwell spins and thrusts the stake in his other hand into the Vamps back. Dust.
With the young Slayer in the midst of the group of vampires, one immediately grapples her from behind before sinking his teeth into her flesh, letting the blood flow from her neck. "A Slayer!" he cries out excitedly, starting to drain the girl. Meanwhile, a vampire is suddenly dusted with the timely arrival of Maxwell, but there's still another who tries to punch him in the solar plexus...and misses.
"One, two, three vampires... Ah ah ah." Oswald mocks the count from sesame street under his breath, as he lines up his shot on the sampling fanger. "Ahem." He clears his throat in the mic. "Copy that." He confirms, and holds his breath while he pulls the trigger. The bullet zooms across the field and cuts into the excited vampire. Somewhere a wild west theme plays.
Christiana wrestles out of the hold as she looks away and spin kicks the bastard in the face, "How dare you bite me you dirty vamp."
Maxwell flips the stake in his hand before whipping it at the beat up Vamp, who had bit Christiana. A crunch echo's as the wood wedges firmly in the undead chest, the vamp dust in the wind. Even as all this happens Maxwell is already drawing his pistol, sighting in upon the closest vamp.
Let's see, there's a huge threat here, so the most experience vampire heads towards..Maxwell, swinging wildly. He misses due to the plucky Initiative commando's dexterity, but the newly risen vampire smells the scent of flowing blood and successfully grapples Christiana taking in another bite and getting rejuvenated. "Mmmm, delicious!"
As Oswald sees another vampire taking a chunk of of Christiana he levels his rifle and pulls off a hasty shot at the creatures head. Hopefully that would make her think twice about biting without saying please and thank you.
Christiana breaks away turning away from the fight as she looks about holding on to her neck. She runs toward Maxwell with the gun at full speed. "Help help help"
Maxwell breaths calmly taking aim. He fires a round down range when he knows he has the shot. The bullet connects with the vamps forehead, the head snapping back slightly from the impact before the bullet exits, taking with it shattered skull and brain matter. He re-aims for the torso, but as Christiana runs straight towards him he has to re-adjust as he fires and ends up missing the vamp.
Where there were once four, there are now only two. One of them stumbles back as brain matter is splattered everywhere. Meanwhile, the newly risen screeches in anger and tries to rake her sharp fingernails at Maxwell, "That was my boyfriend, bitch!"
"Get down!" Oswald crudely barks at Christiana, as he levels on one knee for better balance. Again, he draws in a quick breath and holds it. Blam! The rifle shoots off rotating lead into the vampire slashing at Maxwell, causing her to lose ground.
Christiana gets out her stake and finally has enough fooling around. She crouches down as the vamp lady goes down and stakes her through the chest. The lady is like "Nooooooooooooo" as she turns to dust and goes away in the night air.
Maxwell holsters his pistol before running over to where his stake is laying in a pile of dust. After snatching it up he tosses the stake at the vamp and watches as it hits with the blunt side, rebounding off the chest to actually smack Maxwell in the head.
And the other vampire seeing that it's clearly outnumbered runs away..for you know all that. Meanwhile, Christiana runs off like a good little girl should. Don't want to be around when the initiative are around afterall.
"And don't come back!" Oswald calls after the vampire, after moving to Maxwells' side. He glances the man over and pulls a first aid kit off of his gear, opening it up. "Vampire nails. Better check for some kind of rabies back the base. I'll see what I can do here." He murmers, as he attempts to help.
Maxwell grumbles to himself as he picks up his stake and tucks it away, his extendable baton next. Grumbling he pulls out his portable and punches up the direction and stats of the vamp who is running away. Hopefully another team will pick him up. He lets Oswald clean up the slash on his arm as he finishes up punching their encounter report. "Not bad, not too terribly exceptional but we didn't do bad."
Oswald nods, finishing the last touches on a bandage for the slash. He packs up his medkit and repockets it on his suit. "We'll need better weapons. They took those bullets like paint balls. Without the colourful fun." He adds, with a wry smile. "Come on. Let's report to headquarters."
Its a man wearing a black jumpsuit that's loaded down with military gear. He wears a pair of black boots that seem to be designed for paramilitary use, a mix of polycarbon, leather and cloth form footwear that look comfortable, flexible and grip on most surfaces. A pistol is holstered in a harness strapped to his right leg, the harness itself is connected to a belt which is then supported by not only his hips but a load bearing vest as well. The belt itself has several pouches and satchels, one of which has a tiny first aid symbol. His load bearing vest seems to be integrated into a very light but durable combat vest. Magazine pouches, a few grenade pouches, a combat knife, what appears to be the holster of an extendable police baton, and radio are all attached to the vest, as well as various other little pouches and items. The radio is wired and taped to the vest to reduce chance of snags and works its way up to a throat mic. He wears black gas mask over a balaclava with a black kevlar helmet on top. All in all this individual looks ready for some serious trouble. Whether or not he's going to be the one causing or putting a stop to said trouble, has yet to be decided.)
Maxwell, in full black combat gear, makes through the cemetery slowly and carefully. In one hand he holds a stake, in the other a small blackberry type device that is covered in a shock resistant case. He's wearing full equipment and protective gear.
There's the sound of struggle again off in the distance. Laurel has gone out patrolling, this time without Erik and well, she's perhaps bitten off more than she can chew. She struggles with one vampire, as they're pretty much equal. It's the other two newbies that try to feed are the ones who get lucky. "AAAAAGH!" she cries out as one grapples her and sinks his teeth into her neck.
The scream carries quickly to the man in the gas mask. He perks up and tries to pinpoint where it came from. He quickly sprints in that direction, getting there as fast as he can. He grips the stake tightly in his gripped gloved hand. He hurdles over large tombstones in the way, making a straight line towards the scene.
Fortunately, she's able to elbow the vampire in the stomach, effectively getting free, though her neck is bleeding now. "Son of a bitch.." she mutters, getting into a defensive stance as she dodges the rest of the pounces. The man in black comes running around the edge of a large tomb and finds himself within sight of the scene. He sizes up the vamps trying to figure out who to take on first as well as figure out what the exact situation is.
There's three vampire, one that is obviously in charge and two relatively fresh from the grave ones. "I'll take and hold the girl, then you two can feed...Slayers' blood is delicious. I know I've had it before.." he says with a flashy and toothy grin.
Maxwell steadies his hand with his offhand and thrusts the stake into the back of one of the weaker vamps. A moment later dust pours down onto the ground. Despite the gruesome nature of this act, he cannot help but find it fascinating. He Turns towards the other two vamps at the ready.
And it seems that Laurel is in a full fight with the elder vampire. "Look, you got lucky on those other girls, they weren't trained.." she says, huffing and puffing as she continues to kick, punch and try to stab the elder vamp. Meanwhile, the other vamp doesn't even notice the girl as it instead wants a Slayer for a meal.
Maxwell draws his pistol, switching the stake to his off hand, automatically aiming for the vamps heart. This action being second nature to him after countless hours at the firing range. The vamp gives him a funny look saying "Oooh bullets... scary... " After a moment later he drops the aim a little bit and squeezes off two rounds. The rounds strike within an inch of each other in the vamps groin. The vamp drops to the ground in pain.
Double-ewe tee eff. Laurel just looks over towards the gun shots and stares for a few moments. Even the vampire she's fighting looks over, wincing in sympathy pains, which she takes advantage of to take the elder vampire in the heart. Her neck is still bleeding and she looks towards the stranger and the new pile dust before tossing him the stake. "Um, you can finish it.."
The man holsters his pistol as walks over. He quickly dusts the helpless vamp, putting it out of its misery. Standing up he removes a large sized bandage patch from his first aid kit and offers it and the stake to the Slayer.
"Um..thanks. Don't talk much do ya.." she says, taking the bandage as she puts it over her neck to at least absorb her blood. She sighs a little and stretches her arms in the air, yawning a bit.
Turns and retrieves the stake he must have dropped at some point, slipping it into a holder before he jogs off into the dark night. As he jogs he pulls out his portable device and logs the incident down, leaving out a few minor details.
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