Unwritten Rules Chapter 5
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sroniSorry; forgot I haven't posted in a little while.
I leapt into the fray, not giving the vampires a chance to register my existance.
Some people fight fair.
I’m not one of those peole.
I don’t fight fair. I fight to win, and I don’t give up any advantage I have.
I also cheat to hell and back.
It’s okay. They cheat, too. It’s more of a fair fight than it sounds.
Then, of course, there’s the fun bit where I’m almost always all by my lonesome when I’m hunting, and they’re almost always in groups.
Sometimes, I really do wonder why I’m still breathing.
By the time the vamps realized I was there, I’d already decapitated two of them, and had staked a third one.
Gotta love surprise attacks.
So, that explains why I was still walking around. Vampires: hecka strong, hecka fast. Most of them are dumb as crap, though.
I dodged one punch, snaking underneath it with a swinging motion of my sword; a flick, really, is all it took, and another head went flying as the body crumbled into dust before the head hit the ground.
Another two were on me taking the place of their fallen comrade, and I was dodging hits and kicks, and even bites.
One of the vampires dusted before I could touch them, a crossbow bolt thwanging into the side of the garbage can right after the vamp disintegrated. I turned to the direction that the bolt had come from, and bit back a curse.
Damn it, Sam had followed me into the alley.
I kicked into overdrive, dusting seven vamps in the space of three seconds, eliminating any possible threat, before turning to Sam. (Which, by the way, seven in three seconds? Beat my earlier record of seven in five seconds.)
I stalked over to the kid dangerously slow. “What are you doing here?”
Kid held his ground, I’d give him that. “You were here. You were fighting. I wanted to help.”
I slid the sword back into it’s sheath. “Funny thing. I could swear that I told you to stay in the car.”
Sam nodded, his eyes wide, and his face pale, but he still didn’t back down. “You did. I didn’t agree.”
I fought against the urge to growl. “I noticed. Seeing as how you’re here, and not in the car.”
Sam still held his ground. “I’m not going to apologize. You died, nobody would have believed me on what happened. And nobody would have believed that you’d invited me for a ride in your car out of the goodness of your heart. I’m street scum, and you’re obviously not.”
I shook my head. “You’re not. And you’re going to stop thinking of yourself like that right now.” I shook my anger off. That’s not what he needed right now. “Okay. Let’s get you to my place, and you can get some sleep. We’ll get you a bed and everything in the morning, but tonight, you’re taking the bed. I don’t sleep at night anyway. Would you feel more comfortable staying at Riker’s? Or not?”
Sam shook his head. “Your place is fine.”
We climbed into the car, and took off without a word.
It would be dealt with later.
I needed him to pay attention, and if I told him to stay somewhere, to bloody well stay there.
But he needed someone to not get mad at him more.
As per usual, review please?
I leapt into the fray, not giving the vampires a chance to register my existance.
Some people fight fair.
I’m not one of those peole.
I don’t fight fair. I fight to win, and I don’t give up any advantage I have.
I also cheat to hell and back.
It’s okay. They cheat, too. It’s more of a fair fight than it sounds.
Then, of course, there’s the fun bit where I’m almost always all by my lonesome when I’m hunting, and they’re almost always in groups.
Sometimes, I really do wonder why I’m still breathing.
By the time the vamps realized I was there, I’d already decapitated two of them, and had staked a third one.
Gotta love surprise attacks.
So, that explains why I was still walking around. Vampires: hecka strong, hecka fast. Most of them are dumb as crap, though.
I dodged one punch, snaking underneath it with a swinging motion of my sword; a flick, really, is all it took, and another head went flying as the body crumbled into dust before the head hit the ground.
Another two were on me taking the place of their fallen comrade, and I was dodging hits and kicks, and even bites.
One of the vampires dusted before I could touch them, a crossbow bolt thwanging into the side of the garbage can right after the vamp disintegrated. I turned to the direction that the bolt had come from, and bit back a curse.
Damn it, Sam had followed me into the alley.
I kicked into overdrive, dusting seven vamps in the space of three seconds, eliminating any possible threat, before turning to Sam. (Which, by the way, seven in three seconds? Beat my earlier record of seven in five seconds.)
I stalked over to the kid dangerously slow. “What are you doing here?”
Kid held his ground, I’d give him that. “You were here. You were fighting. I wanted to help.”
I slid the sword back into it’s sheath. “Funny thing. I could swear that I told you to stay in the car.”
Sam nodded, his eyes wide, and his face pale, but he still didn’t back down. “You did. I didn’t agree.”
I fought against the urge to growl. “I noticed. Seeing as how you’re here, and not in the car.”
Sam still held his ground. “I’m not going to apologize. You died, nobody would have believed me on what happened. And nobody would have believed that you’d invited me for a ride in your car out of the goodness of your heart. I’m street scum, and you’re obviously not.”
I shook my head. “You’re not. And you’re going to stop thinking of yourself like that right now.” I shook my anger off. That’s not what he needed right now. “Okay. Let’s get you to my place, and you can get some sleep. We’ll get you a bed and everything in the morning, but tonight, you’re taking the bed. I don’t sleep at night anyway. Would you feel more comfortable staying at Riker’s? Or not?”
Sam shook his head. “Your place is fine.”
We climbed into the car, and took off without a word.
It would be dealt with later.
I needed him to pay attention, and if I told him to stay somewhere, to bloody well stay there.
But he needed someone to not get mad at him more.
As per usual, review please?
