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Post by Edward Church on Feb 27, 2015 17:09:21 GMT -6
Edward prowled around the attic, sniffing as he went, his claws extended. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, but he could sure as hell smell it. Blood and...something else. Something wrong. The smells had drawn him to climb up the wall into this attic, just to see what the hell was making it. But now, he couldn't find anything. The smell was all around him, filling the spacious attic, but that just made it impossible to pin it down. He could hear what sounded like breathing, but he wasn’t sure that wasn’t his imagination This attic was also a bad environment for him to fight in. It was large and open, but dark. His enhanced vision could barely see a few feet in front of him in the dark, and the only light came from the windows. The thick ceiling beams and stacks of crates dotted around didn't help anything either. He knew that sticking to the lit areas wasn’t going to help him if there was anything here that might be hiding, but in the dark he’d be vulnerable. He could use his other senses, sure, but what if his opponent could see? He had to make up his mind. Either he could leave, climb back down the window and ignore the smell of a fair bit of blood still filling his nostrils, or he could go deeper into the attic and see what was there. There was only one choice to make really. Keeping his claws down by his sides and crouching low, he started to creep into the shadows. Where it sounded like the breathing was coming from.
The scent was getting worse the further he went. Stronger. More pungent. More wrong. And he still had no idea what the hell it was. The stink of blood was also getting more intense. Of all the attics that could have smelt of enough blood to make him check it out, he had to find the one that a small army could have hidden in. His thoughts were interrupted when he spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye. He turned it to, claws out, but in a relaxed position, and started backing up to the light again. “Who are you?” he asked, straight to the point. He wasn’t looking for a fight, but with the amount of blood he could smell, something had to be going on. There was no reply, but he could hear movement, something shadowing his steps. That was never a good sign. In not too long, he reached the light, but whoever it was, they weren’t stepping where he could see them. “Who. Are. You?” he asked, stressing the words. Still no response, but then suddenly something was moving towards him.
In the few seconds it took for whoever it took to close the gap, he was able to raise his arm to block the blow, and bring another one round to strike. The person’s fist hit his arm with a surprising amount of force, and he could tell that had he a normal skeleton, he would have broken something. As it was, he could feel bruising that would take him maybe a minute to heal. So it wasn’t human, whoever it was. The person had presented himself as a threat, so Ed had no qualms about moving to slash his claws across the man’s arm. They connected and cut through skin and muscle, but the man didn’t even flinch That was impossible. Not wasting time, Edward slashed again, this time aiming for the chest. The man, the creature, his enemy, caught the blow, but Edward just turned and slipped out of the grasp, and stabbed again. He connected again with the man’s stomach, but again, it didn’t seem to hurt. He pulled his claws out, and they were coated with some green liquid. For the first time, the man made a sound beyond breathing. He laughed. As if his laugh was a cue, several figures came into Edward’s line of site. All like this guy? If so, Ed was screwed. The man struck again, doubtless hoping to get him while he was distracted, but Edward was able to snap an arm up to protect himself. But then two more of them stepped forwards, and rushed him. He crossed his arms and slashed outwards, spurting more green ichor everywhere, but then he was forced to block one punch and dodge another. The third caught him on the shoulder, and he was barely able to keep steady with the force. He slashed out with his arm again, and had to bring his other arm round to block a punch to the ribs. But then another punch hit him in the ribs and he was forced to double over. No bones were broken, it just hurt. He looked up in time to receive a fist to the face, and staggered back. He lunged forwards again and sank his claws into the gut of one of them, but then felt arms lock around him, and his arm was pulled away from the stomach, his claws coming out coated in more green blood. He let out an angry shout as he was punched in the stomach again, making him rock. He kicked out with a foot, causing the one he’d hit to stumble away, but then the one he’d stabbed punched him in the face. He doubled over again, but he then felt a foot on his butt, pushing him forwards. He didn’t quite know what was happening until he hit the window, and carried on going. The glass shattered around him, lacerating his skin, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
Edward was pretty sure he hadn’t lost consciousness. He hopefully wouldn’t be in this much pain if he had. There were cuts up and down his skin, including his face, and the odd shard of glass embedded in him. He was also pretty sure one arm was broken. So he’d be fine in a couple of minutes, and until then, he’d just have to tough it out. “Oh god,” He groaned, “Oh god that hurt.” A couple of minutes passed, and he forced himself to get to his feet. His arm didn’t feel broken anymore, but he’d probably have to set it. “Oh god.” he groaned again, and looked around to make sure nobody else saw what had happened.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Feb 27, 2015 18:21:30 GMT -6
Celeste didn't seem to ever get much in the way of a break. Even when she was on a supposed 'vacation', something always comes up. Every bloody time. It's why she didn't ever leave Boston without her babies, any one of them. She usually stashed them away in whatever hotel she was staying in or whatever friend she was rooming with for a few days. This time, for example, she was visiting a friend. Well, as close to a friend as she had. Friends and Celeste never really worked out too well. She wasn't the friendly type, after all. No, friend was a loose term she used for those she at least trusted to house her. That number was very few and far between.
She tried and tried and tried with all of her heart to just relax, try and have fun, but, as fate often decided, it was never meant to be. She was happy that, when she went for her jog that night, she didn't go completely unarmed. She didn't trust the night, who did when they knew what was out there? She wasn't armed with much though. Only her favorite stake and a silver flask full of holy water. Paranoid didn't even begin to describe her it seemed.
Now she knew that New York tended to be a busy city, or to an extent at least. But this part of town seemed unusually quiet. While she knew that should have worried her, it simply picked away at her curiosity. A city this busy should never have a quiet street, even at night, let alone blocks! Her pace started to slow until she came to a sudden stop at the sound of breaking glass. Her eyes snapped up towards the highest window of a nearby building, a body had crashed through it. "Bloody hell," she muttered before she caught a scent that was a bit too familiar to her. 'Wonderful, just wonderful. I go out for a jog and i catch leeches tossing their leftovers to the streets.' She started moving closer to the building, it didn't seem like it would too hard to get in there. In, kill, out, and she couls still make it back in time for Pictionary! Or whatever games they decided to play that night. An annoying pastime but she was getting used to it. Made her feel like she was actually apart of a family again, even if it was only for a week or two.
Celeste was about to get up when she realised the man wasn't actually dead. No, not only was he nit dead but he was speaking, even getting back to his feet. "It must be tuesday. This always happens on tuesday," she muttered. Two thoughts went through her head right there: one, she could leave him and get about to a little fun 'slaying', or two, she could help the man out. Or yell at him for being stupid for going in there in the first place. Were she not curious as to how the hell he was getting back up, she probably would have went with the first choice. "Really? Falling from a window hurt? I never would have guessed! The hell were you even doing in there? It clearly has death house written all over it. Or, rather, undead house." 'Moron,' she added as an after thought in her head.
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Post by Edward Church on Feb 28, 2015 8:05:59 GMT -6
The first clue Edward had that someone might have seen his fall was a very English phrase. In a very English accent. Well, that was a good sign, at least. He was still slightly unsteady when he got to his feet. Being kicked out of a window tended to do that to you. He groaned again, but by this point it was more an ache than what he'd felt when he'd first hit the ground. The bits of glass in him were an issue, however. He turned towards the person who'd spoken, and then started to look up. When he got a good look, he started to look up a lot more slowly. There were worse things to see right after falling three stories.
"Actually, it's Thursday," Edward said, making sure he sounded roughly the right level of sarcastic to be speaking to another English person, "and it sounds like your life needs to chill a bit." The fact that this girl wasn't very fazed, despite seeing a guy fall from an attic and then get back up again, spoke volumes. He took a few steps towards her, and then stopped. Was she actually having a go at him? That seemed a little uncalled for. Seeing as he was stopped, he leant against a wall and went to work on the shards of glass. Most of them were in his arms and shoulders, but one or two were in his chest, and he could feel one in his cheek. He must look quite a sight. "Funnily enough, I could smell the blood," he snapped angrily, "And seeing as for all I knew, somebody was getting murdered up there, I went and fucking checked it out." He really didn't like people having a go at him. "I could have handled it if it wasn't pitch black." He was still fuming as he picked a particularly long shard of glass out the join between shoulder and chest, which made him gasp slightly. When he removed the shards, they tended to bleed for a second, maybe two, and then they'd heal up pretty nicely.
He'd removed maybe a dozen shards, mostly from his arms. The others he'd have to get sorted out at the Academy. Which probably meant he needed a good lie about what had happened. But first and foremost, there was a group of...something up in that attic which he needed to hurt. "What the hell is up there?" he asked. He didn't especially want to ask this girl for help, advice, anything, but she seemed to know something. He decided to go after one last shard which had buried itself in his arm when he noticed something. His arm wasn't straight. It was up until the elbow, at which point it formed something like a very shallow V. Well, damn. He knew what he was going to have to do, and he wasn't looking forward to it. He took a couple more steps towards the girl. "This is a pretty weird thing to ask," he said, still sounding pretty pissed off, "But can you stand on my wrist a second?" He crouched down so he could lay his wrist on the floor, angling his arm upwards. He needed something to brace his arm so he could snap it again.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 8, 2015 13:46:31 GMT -6
"Tuesday? Thursday? Not a real bloody difference if you ask me. Weekdays always hold something crazy, though not as crazy as weekends. Come to think of it, are you sure it isn't friday or saturday? Hit your head pretty hard on the fall down, i wager. Wouldn't surprise me if you got your days mixed up," she said. Well, more like mumbled. She didn't care whether or not she was heard. No, she was still assessing the situation. She did have to hand it to him, for a man who fell out of a window, he didn't look too terrible. Aside from the pieces of glass coming out of his skin.
"My life needs to chill?" she scoffed shakimg her head. "Coming from the bloke who just got tossed out a window like it was nothing? Funny hearing that from you." She shook her head, looking away from him so she could look inside of her coat. She had to double check a moment that she really did remember Sparkles and her flasks. One of them usually had alcohol laced with holy water in case she needed to clean a cut or test someone. Good, it was all there. She was going to need it soon.
Celeste rolled her eyes. "Don't get snippy with me, boy. If you smelled the blood, you look away, get help, not go in and get yourself killed. What are you, twelve? Did you even think of what might have happened to you? Surely if you thought that someone was murdered, you should have thought that there was something freaky up there? Who goes and simply checks out possible murders?" she queried. Boy was an idiot. And while sge didn't quite care, he might have a family that did.
Celeste didn't answer his question at first. Not when her eyes caught sight of his arms. He asked her to step on his wrist and she snorted. As if. Instead, she moved up beside him, grabbed his arm, and with little less then half her strength, snapped the bone to rebreak it before setting it back into the right spot. "You're welcome," she said, sounding a bit sarcastic before she reached into her jacket for the one flask with alcohol in it. She opened it up and took a swig As if to show it wasn't poisoned before handing it to the boy. "You want to know what's up there, you take a drink first."
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 8, 2015 14:26:07 GMT -6
Edward just blinked at the torrent of words that came spilling from her mouth. He hadn't expected her to be that passionate about what day of the week it was. Or anybody. "It's Thursday," he said anyway. He just wanted to have the last word. And he was right. "And my head's fine. It's taken worse hits than that." His arms had taken much of the brunt of the impact, hence the crooked bone he had right now. "Well yeah, but..." he began to her comment about his life, and then realised he had no rebuttal. He tried anyway. "I wasn't planning on getting thrown out of a window," he commented "And it's not exactly common." He was still sore about that. What were those things? Anything that could get slashed in the chest and not feel it, he didn't trust.
Edward pretended not to be looking as she looked inside her coat, acting like he couldn't see the bit of an extra view. He doubted he was being subtle, but at least he got credit for trying. He wondered what she was looking for. He could hear what sounded like the clink of glass, but he couldn't be sure. Glasses? A flask? Booze?
His eyes narrowed as she told him not to get snippy. He'd be every bit as snippy as he pleased. Especially if she started going off on one about him trying to help someone. "I don't need to do that," he said, not caring if this woman was anti-mutant or whatever, "I'm not going to run off while someone's getting shanked for all I know. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to die. You just saw what happened, yeah? I'm fine." Pretty much true. He was still achy, but even that was fading. "Someone who can handle it."
He wasn't sure what he expected her to do when she stepped forwards, but it certainly wasn't his arm being snapped and reset with what looked like near to no effort. He let out a loud gasp of pain as she wrenched, but he tried to keep it down. For his pride or nothing else. He held it in place, acting as a cast, as the bones knitted together. How had she done that? He knew how hard it was to snap his bones, and she didn't look like she was even trying. "How the bloody fuck?" he asked, pain still flooding his arm even as it fixed itself, and then glared at her. His first reaction was to sock her, and he was tempted, but maybe...Well, between whatever it was in the attic, and her, he didn't want to get too badly fucked up. He raised his eyebrows as she brought out the flask. Booze it was. "I'm not in that much pain," he muttered as he took the flask with the arm she'd just snapped. He wasn't going to refuse. He took a very big swig from the flask, and aside from the usual burn, he didn't feel anything. He wrinkled his nose slightly. "What was that? And now tell me." He wanted to know what had hurt him.
While he thought about it, actually, there was one thing he had to make sure wasn't hurt. Sure, this girl was here, but she was freakishly strong, there was something up with her. So he didn't care. He clenched his fists, and his eyes watered as his claws sliced through the skin between his knuckles, and then fully extended. They weren't damaged, good. He looked up at her. "And this is why I don't need to worry when I check out freaky stuff," he told her, trying not to smirk
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 8, 2015 15:02:43 GMT -6
Celeste didn't need to hear him say that he'd taken worse worse hits to know that was true. She was pretty sure his mother had to have dropped him on his head with how ridiculously he had acted. Even his comeback was juvenile, then again, he might actually be a, well, juvenile. Or a delinquent. And being this was New York, it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. "Who would plan on such a thing? Unless you're bloody bonkers, that is. And seeing as you went in there, well, that's not out of the question."
She shook her head at him, almost laughing at what he said. Someone who can handle it? Is that what he was? "What i see is a bloke who got lucky when something big and bad pushed him out of a window rather than eat him alive like I'm sure they did to the innocent lives lost up there." She had leaned in close for some reason, maybe to add some effect to it that wasn't needed. Maybe just because she thought getting close might help her in making him feel on his toes. But also, it was easier to discern his scent from the vampire one. While the senses weren't an innate power, the sense of smell did seem to help her quite a bit and it was probably one of the few things she got from her choker that she really appreciated.
She pulled back a little after she had reset his bone, looking back up to the window. They could probably hear them right now. Not just that, they might even know who she was. It was a small possibility but it was one that worried her. Took the element of surprise away. She was happy to see that no one was looking out just yet. She took her flask back, capping it and putting it back into her jacket. She noticed claws extend and, honestly, she wasn't impressed. Though it did tell her something. The boy was a mutant, possibly a relation to Wolverine, which explained why he was so bloody stupid. That was valuable information.
While she wanted nothing more than to be away from this boy, there was no getting around answering now. She got in close, as close as she could, and dropped her voice to a bare whisper. "How doesn't matter. What that was," she gestured to the inside of her jacket. "was whiskey with a bit of holy water lacing it. Needed to make sure you weren't one of them. Wouldn't want to kill an innocent. And what they are, you probably won't believe me." she paused. "It's not just us out there, you know. Humans and mutants, aliens and gods. Crazy things you see on the news, you'd think that would be enough. But there are worse things out there, darker things and you don't need to get mixed up in them, kid. Like what's up there. Those are called vampires and they aren't all sparkly and nice like twilight wants you to believe. They are blood thirsty and strong and bloody hard to kill. You're lucky that they didn't sink their nasty teeth into you because had they, we wouldn't be talking right now. My advice, lick your wounds and get on with your life. Leave this to the professionals."
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 8, 2015 15:32:16 GMT -6
Gotten lucky? He hadn't gotten lucky. This wasn't what lucky felt like. And this girl was pissing him off. "You seem to think I went in there and got thrown out by the first thing I saw," he snapped, "Not what happened. I was holding my own against one of them. It took three of them, taking me by surprise, to beat me. So before you start acting so high and mighty, maybe consider that I can handle myself." The fact that there was blood seeping through his shirt didn't help his point. He tried to soften his voice when he spoke again. Not because he was any less pissed, but because this girl seemed to know what was going on. And hopefully he'd get to take his anger out on something else. "I'm guessing you're used to being the one who knows what to do in a situation like this," he said, "But I'm not going to just walk away after what those things did. " Besides anything else, it was a matter of pride.
He wasn't sure what she hoped to accomplish by leaning in closer, but he wasn't scared, or intimidated. He leaned in to match. He followed her glance up to the window. The things could see in the dark, could they hear as well? He listened, and he thought he could hear movement. "Something's doing something up there," he told her. Why was he filling her in on this? He wasn't sure, it just felt like the right thing to do. "There are a few. More than five, I'd say." He noticed the way she looked at his claws. Not surprised, not like it was strange. This girl was more and more strange. Sure, everyone knew mutants existed, but they normally reacted to something like that. Which meant she probably had experience. Very interesting.
He was surprised when she leaned in close, but, well, there were a couple of reasons he didn't mind that. He listened as she whispered. So whatever was in the attic could hear, and better than he could. He nodded as he processed what she was saying. "I'm beyond doubting stuff by this point," he whispered back, keeping his voice as low as he could, "Vampires? Why not? It's just what the world needs." He sounded pretty damn sarcastic there. "So what? You're like Buffy or something? You hunt these things? You're a "professional"?" He nodded at her words, and then sighed. "I'm not just going to lick my wounds and walk off. I've got stake in this now, and I'm not going to run away while you go in there without backup." He pulled away, and went to lean against the building with a "you coming?" gesture. He was trying to project far more confidence than he felt.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 8, 2015 16:15:26 GMT -6
Was this kid serious? Did he really think he was holding his own well? Not that, maybe, those creatures were just waiting for their brothers and sisters, sons and daughters get ready. He seriously was lucky and he ought to be counting his blessings that he hadn't wound up dinner. From what she had seen, and she had seen a lot in her short years, vampires didn't always do that. Unless they want someone to find them. That was starting to pick at her mind now, they left the boy to live. Did they want a hunter like her in there? That just made it seem a touch scary, but fear wasn't something she actually had. She was fearless. Mostly. And while fearlessness could seem idiotic, it was also necessary.
"I'm not just used to it, i was born to it. I.know how these scenes tend to play out and your acting all tough isn't going to change the fact that they let you live and that had nothing to do with whatever skills you think you have." What was odd was that she wasn't talking with an attitude or snark at this point. She had an even tone, an honest one at that. She wasn't trying to seem rude, just statint a fact. Whether he believed it or not.
Celeste tried focusing her hearing when he said that, drawing from the Bloodstone's power. It was apart of her but, at the same time, it could take focus, concentration, especially with certain things. With how dark he said it was in there, she was almost certain she would need to open her third eye soon. But that didn't mattered. What mattered first was figuring out how many were up there. He was right. Maybe five or six, maybe even more. It was a bloody nest, wasn't it? This wasn't good but she had faced worse odds before.
She snorted at his Buffy comment. "I'm a Bloodstone, boy, much better than any Summers wannabe. And you better bloody well remember that," she retorted, although there was a hint if amusement in her voice. She had never thought of herself as being like Buffy, mainly because, when you think about it, she had been doing this much longer than Buffy had been. She started training young, it was all she knew, really. Well this and video games, but those were for when she wasn't 'at work'.
His attitude towards the situation worried her. She didn't need some unexperienced wannabe hero dying on her but, then again, if he died, that was his fault. She went into her jacket again and pulled out one of the silver flasks, tossing it to the boy before walking past him. "You wanna help, remember without that, your claws are nothing to these things. I would suggest starting to pour those over them before we get to the top," she told him as she went to move inside.
It was dark in there, she could hear the movement from upstairs. She stopped moving just barely a few feet into the building, closing her eyes a moment to focus on opening that invisible third eye. When it was, she opened her eyes again and turned to make sure the boy was following. "Don't get yourself killed, okay? I prefer to keep my help alive if they are going to insist on stupidly endanger themselves," she whispered.
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 8, 2015 17:18:02 GMT -6
Edward thought about her words. They hadn't been letting him live, surely? They'd thrown him out a window, for Christ's sake! But maybe they'd known it wouldn't kill him...Maybe him and this girl were about to walk into some kind of trap. Well, if they were, Edward was pretty sure he could run away. That'd mean leaving the girl, however, and he wasn't sure he could just do that. "Yeah?" he whispered, "Well you're not the only one who's seen action." The way she said it, however, made it seem like the least offensive thing she'd said to him this whole conversation. It wasn't snarky or starkly insulting, so he tried to match his tone. He just wanted to get the point across. He had been in fights before. He'd won most of them. He noticed her listening with him, and they were in silence for a few moments before she spoke again.
"I'm sure you are," he said, and while it was still very sarcastic, he was trying to go for a more friendly type of sarcasm. Like the jokes he might share with friends. He was still pissed off, but he was keeping the thought of having vampires to direct it at soon firmly in mind. It made it easier to talk to this girl without screaming, "And I'll make sure I do." Still sarcastic, but still trying to sound slightly friendly. He was trying to match the hint of amusement in her own tone. He caught the flask without really looking at it, and then smiled slightly, although perhaps a little grimly. He had something he could use against them, something he could hurt them with. "It's been a while since I watched anything with vampires," he whispered, "But something through the heart kills them, yeah?" That would explain why he hadn't done anything last time. He'd been doing for the arms and the stomach, points that caused maximum pain and debilitation. That wouldn't work here.
Edward was making sure to follow the girl, his eyes adjusting pretty well to the dark. He couldn't stop another smile when she told him not to get killed. "Don't worry, dying's the last thing I'll do," he whispered. It was an old joke his mother used to make. The comment about the help made his eyes narrow slightly when he processed it, but he was trying to move past the little jabs in the name of teamwork. He just had to keep the vampires in mind. "I'm Edward, by the way," he said slightly grudgingly, but he kept the anger out of his tone. Mostly.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 8, 2015 18:17:36 GMT -6
"My god, you are a bloody fool, aren't you? You may have seen action but i can assure, this isn't like anything you have ever seen in this world or the next. These are monsters that won't even blink as they tear your throat out with their teeth. They dig their claws into your eyes and laugh as they tear them out. They kill without mercy and without thought. And i doubt you have ever gone up against things like this, let alone a nest of them," she muttered back. She could see him in the darkness. His aura was a tad bit dark but it was glowing vibrantly and made it easy to see him. She tried to make sure there was no one else around. Just them. Good.
She heard his question as she started creeping through the bottom floor of the house. There could be traps anywhere and she had to make sure that they didn't activate any. Call her paranoid, but it just came with the job title. Her hand slipped into her jacket to grab the silver tipped stake and pull it out. She held onto it tightly, nails digging slightly into the hard wood. She didn't like all this talking but, with someone else there, she didn't seem to have much of a choice than to answer. After all, he didn't have her experience. "Not just anything, needs to be wood or silver. Holy water stings like a bitch, though and, enough of it on those boney things of yours, i wagee they'll be howling for you to kill them!" she chuckled at her own little joke. Wrong kind of monster, but she still thought it was amusing.
As she found her way to the staircase, she paused and looked back at him. "Something we have in common. I'm Celeste. Now come along, Edward. You fall behind, you might as well be dead," she told him before heading up the stairs properly. As she got to the second story landing, however, the smell grew strong again and she could see the flicker of auras. Damn damn damn. There went surprise. "Well hello boys, i know you lot were expecting your stripper gram but, I'm sorry to inform you that fell through," she said with a smirk, stepping slowly closer to one of them. There was a mist. Or rather, some of them were a mist. Which wasn't good, not for them. "Now, as much as i love to strip down and dance for you boys, i think i will pass. Although, really, that was a hit or a mist for you anyway?" she could hear one step up behind her, about to attack but she was quick to spin around and plunge Sparkles deep into the vampires heart. "Although in this case, a hit!"
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 9, 2015 13:42:33 GMT -6
Edward's eyes narrowed again at the "fool" comment. Just because he didn't want to look scared before a fight, because he wanted to be confident, it didn't make him a fool. "Action's the same," He said, with almost a snarl in his voice, "If I'm stronger, faster and tougher, I win. It doesn't matter what I'm fighting. I just have to hit it enough." He was portraying more confidence than he felt, however. It wasn't that the fight scared him, no. Fights didn't scare him. He'd never killed anything before, and that's what this girl seemed to have in mind. Still, he definitely owed them for kicking him head first out of a window. His eyes had adjusted for him to be able to easily track her movements and stick close to her.
Edward nodded as he absorbed her information. So his holy water could work, but apparently he wouldn't be able to kill them with claws. Well, that's why they invented breaking bones. He doubted any creature, no matter how tough, would be up for much with a broken leg, for example. Knowing his luck, they'd probably just heal, but he could do it all over again. "I'll keep that in mind," he practically breathed, and made sure the vial of holy water stayed firmly in his grip. He was vaguely aware that this entire situation was ridiculous, but he was beyond doubting most things by this point. He went to a school for superhumans, for crying out loud. "I could handle myself for long enough," he commented in response to her sentence, "Unless you were dying for the chance to come and rescue me." That was said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. For all his talk, however, he wasn't planning on falling behind.
As they went up the stairs, Edward started to sniff the air again. They were definitely getting closer to the vampires, he could smell it. And then suddenly, when he squinted through a strange mist, he could see them. Four of them, possibly? Enough that he was glad he had backup. He looked slightly strangely at Celeste as she almost flirted with them. Did she flirt with everything she was about to kill? But then he almost winced as he heard the stake crunch through breastbone, and made a mildly impressed expression at the one-liner. He only took a second, however, and then spun to face one of the vampires who had advanced, and hit him with a backhand hard enough to knock the teeth out of an ordinary person. He didn't manage to de-fang this vampire, whoever, who just looked pissed off. The fact that Edward's claws had raked his cheek probably didn't help. The vampire punched, and Edward twisted, grabbed the arm and attempted to do a clumsy wristbreaker, but it didn't look like it did much. So he went back to the old standard and stabbed the vampire through the stomach, which had much the expected result of fuck-all as he pulled his claws away, now coated in green blood.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 9, 2015 14:38:04 GMT -6
Action is not always the same. This kid was what? Eighteen, maybe nineteen tops and, before that night, never even knew that vampires actually existed. And she would guarantee that the same held true with quite a few other creatures out there. If this kid made a habit of rushing in where he didn't belong, she was almost certain she would be holding classes for him. And she did not want that. Honestly, she didn't want him here in the first place but, well, it didn't seem like he was going anywhere. Stupid kid. Her job wasn't to babysit, she really wished that he would understand that.
But there was nothing she could do about that, now was there. Maybe if she had cuffs or something, she could have easily subdued him and made sure he stayed out of the way. Of course, it was possible that they wouldn't have actually worked for long. She didn't exactly know this boys limits. And that would probably usually worry her if she could have the time to worry. But when your focus had to remain on certain things, well, worrying wasn't something she had time for.
Celeste cherished the sound of bones crunching as the stake had gone through, meeting it's mark before she pulled it back out. She was quick to elbow the vamp coming up behind her in the face just hard enough to get it to stumble back a little. She took that opportunity to try and drive the stake into this one but wasn't quite fast enough. He caught her hand with one of his own and pulled her close. "Oh, i like 'em fiesty. It will be a pleasure to kill you," the creep whispered. She relaxed her body and smirked up at him. Meanwhile, she slipped her free hand into her jacket to get one of the glass flasks. No need to put up a big fight, then he would easily notice her movements. She had almost forgotten about Edward, amusingly enough. The vampire tried to pull her closer, get fangs into her throat but just before hid teetg could pierce the skin, she smashed the glass flask against the side of his face. She could hear the sizzling of his flesh as he let go of her. She didn't let him get the better of her this time, being quick to stake him and move on.
That was when she noticed the two vamps by Edward, the one he was trying to take on and the one that was trying to come up behind him. Celeste grimaced as she quickly came up behind the one vamp. "Sorry, can I cut in? I've been dying to meet this bloke!" she said. Before he had much of a chance to react, she got him, making damn sure she didn't miss the heart. "Edward, behind you!"
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 9, 2015 15:27:45 GMT -6
Edward slammed the heel of his palm into the face of the vampire, smashing it in the nose. The vampire staggered back, its nose squashed and dented, but it still showed no signs of pain. "Does nothing hurt you?" he asked in anger, and slashed with his claws. More green blood flowed, but the vampire didn't even seem fazed as he punched. The fist hit Edward in the shoulder and sent him staggering back a step or two, and left a dull throbbing pain, but it just pissed him off. He ducked under the next hit and lashed out with a foot at the knee of the vampire, causing it to stagger.
At the same time, he was dimly aware of what Celeste was doing. He wanted to hurt the vampire that was simultaneously perving on her and trying to hurt her, but she could handle herself, and he had his hands a little bit full. Still, he allowed himself a smirk as he heard the crunch of stake through bone. It wasn't like it was people they were killing, was it? He kicked out again at the vampire, staggering it again, but then Celeste was there and she was stabbing it through the back. He simultaneously snorted and glared. "You have a thing for one-liners, don't you?" he asked, but then at her words, he turned, using his claws to catch the wrist of the vampire that swung for him. They buried themselves in the wrist, but didn't cut through, and he twisted the arm before he pulled them out. He slashed at the chest of the creature, but it didn't seem fazed. He was angry at himself for allowing the vampire to creep up on him, but then he'd always gotten distracted by things.
"Stay out of this one," he almost snapped to Celeste, before he put his attention back to the vampire, "It's mine." The creature swung, and Edward dodged, before blocking a second strike. He remembered what he'd told himself, and kicked out at the knee of the vampire. It was a good hit, and the knee buckled inwards. Knees, elbows and wrists, that's what he was aiming for. Despite being hurt, the vampire was still going for, and Edward was turned around as a hit struck him in the chest. He spun quickly and ducked, slashing at the vampire's legs as he did so.
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Post by Celeste Belmont on Mar 13, 2015 13:44:44 GMT -6
"It's called a gift, Edward. And everyone loves a good one liner." Celeste pulled the stake out of the vamp as Edward turned away from her to attend to the one who had tried to sneak attack him. The way he spoke made her snort. It was his? Well fine then, she would give Ed this one. So she turned away from him and, rather than messing with the vampire he was 'playing' with, she decided to take her precautions with the other three dead ones. With each, she repositioned them so she could have clear access to the head before driving the stake through the neck inorder to sever the spinal cord. After that, it was an easy twist and pull to tear the heads clean off.
After she did that to the last guy, she decided to play it cool, simply moving towards the stair railing and leaning against it, using the pointy end of the stake to pick at under her nails, after she had wiped the blood off with one of the monsters shirts, of course. Didn't want to get that vile goop under her nails after all. Her eyes focussed on her nails a moment, listening around them for where more of the creatures might be. By what she could hear, there was someone else on this floor and maybe a few in the attic. Although with the one still left on this floor, something seemed different, sounded different. As if they were perhaps bound, pulling on something that was creating the actual noise. A possible survivor? Or was it a trap?
It made her peek up from her nails but she didn't say anything about it. Possible survivor or not, there were much more pressing matters at hand here. Like the rest of the monsters living in this house. Celeste couldn't help but roll her eyes at Edward's attempts. "I give you the one bloody thing that can hurt them an' you still don't use it! Splash 'em a little. At least press the flask to it's skin, something!" she ordered. "Before i have to show you how to do it." For someone who wanted to do this on their own, they certainly didn't seem to be taking the situation seriously.
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Post by Edward Church on Mar 13, 2015 14:46:18 GMT -6
Edward had to think for a second at her words, but, sadly, he had to admit she had a point. "I guess," he said, "I mean, other than the people you're beating up." Speaking of beating up, he had a vampire to beat. He noticed Celeste had stepped back and was stabbing things other than the vampire he was fighting, which he guessed meant she was agreeing to keep out of it. But knowing she was watching made him even more determined to win. The last thing he wanted was for her to smirk smugly at him after he got beaten a second time.
So he swiped at the vampire's head, but it ducked and hit him in the gut. He stepped back, the air exploding from his lungs, but he was right back with a punch to the vampire's throat. All his instincts were geared towards hit that hurt, and that wasn't going to work here. So he just started working the stomach, legs and throat. However, after a few seconds of this, he felt a foot slam into his knee, and he pitched forwards slightly as he felt the bone click. It wasn't broken, thank god, just kicked badly. He was in a bad position, so he slammed an elbow into the vampire's chest, sending it back just enough for the vampire's knee to hit him in the face instead of the stomach. He straightened up and staggered back, thanking god that he wasn't bleeding from the nose. That couldn't be good in a fight with a vampire.
It was about then that Edward turned brutal. He slammed his foot into the same knee he'd broken before, and he heard a snap as the vampire went down. Still no pain on the freak's face, however. Edward quickly followed him before he could get back up, and straddled the vampire's back. He then grabbed its hair, and began to slam its head into the floorboards with enough force to make them crack. "Why. Doesn't. This. Hurt?" he asked, punctuating each word with a slam. He then heard Celeste's advice, and quickly eased up the pressure just a second, so he could turn the vampire face-up. He added another couple of punches, turning its head to the side, and pulled the top off the flask. "Yes ma'am," he said sarcastically, and spilt a few drops onto the vampire. Finally, he got a scream of pain from the vampire. After the hits he'd taken, he owed them some pain. And it wasn't like it was human. Finally, he rolled off of it and slammed his claws into its stomach, pinning it to the ground. "Stake," he said, holding his hand out behind him, and then the next comment was sarcastic, "Unless you're too attached to me to let me use it."
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