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hey!!! this is betty again, so um Fight scene. lol Main character James, goth vampire Fighting his long time foe, Pete whom a werewolf. USE TO BE HUMAN THOUGH! and this is when amy is taken hostage. and...well youll see. any questions, go ahead and ask! ;)
His eyes gleamed.
Eager to tame his excitement..
His grin stretched as he said my name..
As if trying to taunt me with his disgusting tone…“…James..”,
He chuckled with a long croak., finding this all amusing…His laughter repeating in my mind, just like it did at my staking..
My eyes flashed red.
My anger consuming me.
My inner demon awakening.
And I Snapped.
All remnants of my restraint abandoning me.
Without hesitation, I destroyed the distance between us, My extended nails pericing his throat in a chokehold as I tackled his ass down, Our beings colliding back in the doorway.The loud unedifying thump of his back striking the ground beneath me, gratified me.
Pricilla gasped behind me, but I payed no attention to her.
My fangs extended, I held his being down with one hand, taking a lot of strength to do so.My nails driving into his leather tight skin, drawing blood.
Pete grinned up at me.
And I rowred like a madman.
Balling my other hand into another fist. Using the rest of my strength , I punched him across the face.His face snapped to the side and I knew he saw birds, cuz his gaze blurred. It was a punch that would have put a human in the morgue.
Instead of just a black eye.
He started to laugh like a maniac, glancing up at me with his bruised eye.The stink of his exposed blood f***** up my sense of smell, and I found myself holding my breath, as I punched him again,
My moves almost seeming sluggish to me with my lack of blood. My fist repeatedly met his face, every thrust of it more brutal than the last. With my adredline pumping , I watched one by one every damn tooth in his mouth fly out.
Blood spurted from his mouth, sprinkaling my face.
The scent, Disgusting.
I leaned back, from the nauseating intoxication of his overflowing blood.
My insides revolting.
Pete continued to laugh manically , even though his face was a blooded mess, his red neck teeth flashed up at me, looking like a hillbilly with some of his teeth missing.
He suddenly spat a mouthful of his blood up at me, I blinked fast as it clung to my face, slipping within the cracks of my lips.My nostrils got a full overpowering whif of such a repulsive liquid.The taste was even more horrible.
I spat it back out in a grunt
.Brutally, I punched him again, my knuckles utterly numb from all the impact.
He groaned as the blood vessel in his eye popped and the white became utterly red.
And with his black pupil combined, it looked disturbing.
With the back of my free hand, I wiped my face of his blood, smearing it slightly but most removed.
Pricillas whimpers were nothing but a faint sound behind me…
I leaned my arm back again, determined to beat his face to a pulp, wanting to pulverize his brain to that of mush…
But then I heard her…
Her distraught voice…
Panting, my body jerked still, at the sound of her voice , my world stopped, I looked up at the door her voice echoed out of..
My mind spirling, I screamed back, “ ….Amy?!!!”
Before she could reply, my guard down, pete yelled, his hand suddenly at my throart in a tight grip, my grip on his neck lost in my bafflement. His voice was a muffled gargaling screech in my ear,’NOW!”
Then I felt the stab.
A slow thin needle injected in my neck...
.My vision blurred
And my body jerked I ripped myself out of his clutches..
Swaying to my feet…
I yanked the syringe from my throart..
Peering down at the syringe in my palm, my vision splitting the image in half.
I crushed the glass syringe in my hand. The glass slipping between my fingers, the unknown liquid dripping to my feet..
A migrane hit me and I tried to keep my vision straight..
I grunted, my vision disappearing.
My body collapsing on me
.I lost the ability to stand.
My chest heaved for breath as I fell to my knees, I bent over, clutching the carpet in my fingers, demanding my being not to abandon itself…
To them.. ..not to surrender..
Pete was laughing, the sound coming in amd out of my ears..
My hearing fading..
My breath , hoarse and in pants, I looked up at the blur of yellow and pink..
Pricilla’s face resembled that of her fear of her apology, eyes widen.
Her dripping tears…Mouthing softly,..”…Im so sorry…”
I shook my head, trying to gain composure, but I felt myself shutting down…
I sensed pete getting up, standing before me as he continued his maniacal laugh, leering loudly,..”yeah, bow down to me, you little bitch…”
When his words sunk in…With the last bit of strength, I looked up at him,
My vision so clouded, so unbelievably sightless..
I only saw his blur of a prescense before me..
Loosing my sense of reality..
My body giving up on me..I glowered up at him, “…..f*** You…”
And then I collapsed on my side, the darkness overpowering me…
My brain growing dreadfully blank.
Loosing consciousness to my reality…
My body, Motionless.“