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Post by Kimberly McQueen on Jan 21, 2010 0:08:20 GMT -5
Much to her dismay, the hunt she had started this evening was ending sooner than she would have liked but the prospect of slamming down doors wasn't apart of her plan either. Well, she couldn't really say that she had formulated a plan upon meeting him, this was something that just happened. For some odd reason she could still not explain, he brought out a predatory side in her that she...well almost liked. Placing one hand on the staircase railing, she acted as if her small slender frame was blocking the exit that he intended on going through. Now he could turn around and escape up to his apartment but it would be only a matter of time and the excitement from a renewal of the game would drive her enough.
Upon hearing the comment about heels, she couldn't help but hide the smile that touched both corners of her lips. For a moment, she considered clicking her heels again for affect but instead, she released the railings and manuevered up the flight of stairs up towards his location. "You might want to set the toy-thing down." Kimberly remarked, gesturing towards the small canine still perched in his arms. She wasn't sure why people were persuaded to own such small creatures for her own canine was much larger and had proved to be more useful than the "thing" he carried.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped one or two steps down from him, very surprised that he had not fled at the very sight of her. It seemed that her appearance was not as dangerous as she would have assumed it to be. "You should run, because tonight wont end in your favor." She tilted her head, almost playfully as if she were enjoying the whole situation. Which would not have been far from the truth.
It's time. With a swift toothy smile, she didn't hide the fact that her sharpened canines were showing or the glint from her eyes had been unearthly. As each muscle popped to work towards her advantage, she slowly lifted her gaze up from the small "thing" in his arms to his face. Within a split second, from her position a few stairs down from him, she lunged towards him, letting the animal take control.
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Post by james on Jan 21, 2010 19:14:48 GMT -5
James glanced down at his dog before gracing the female with an emotionless stare; all the while reaching into his back pocket with his free hand. He furrowed his brow and tilted his head when she spoke again, as though the meaning of her words were hard to process, though the slanted smirk on his lips suggested the contrary. There was no time to waste once her intentions were made clear, but he had already been reaching for his firearm, fully aware of the danger she posed. Anyone as fucked up as him would surely be a dangerous prospect, he should know that better than anyone else. Without much time to react, he blocked her initial advance by widening the space between his feet in order to keep his balance, whilst striking her square in the face with the handle of the gun.
Oops
Yes, it was a good idea to let Chapie go, for he would need his two arms. Taking a few steps back, he haphazardly set the bitch (Chapie) upon the anterior section of the staircase, where she (Chapie) wouldn’t be able to descend and get in their way.
Clasping his hand on the railing in order not to tip over, he blindly swung his other arm back in hopes of striking the stranger again. Regardless of whether he would succeed in walloping her a second time, he let go of the railing and reached for the magazine in his back pocket. Punches could buy him some time, but it was evident that she was relentless; luckily, so was he. Given the unfavorable setting for the scuffle, James quickly evaluated what he could use to his advantage. Quite frankly he was not interested in keeping her alive for questioning, no matter what her reasons may be. Whether he stopped her with a bullet or flung her over the railing down two-floors (preferable option), James was quite able to put up a fight.
He had no idea what she was after and he didn’t care; James was always open to a fight.
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Post by Kimberly McQueen on Feb 2, 2010 7:57:14 GMT -5
There was no expression that she could display when she felt the initial blunt force delivered to the underside of her jaw line. The blow had been hard enough where her head had been turned slightly but not enough to sustain any permanent injuries beyond a bruised ego. The angle that Kimberly had come attacking from had not been in her favor in case something like this would happen. To make matters worse, Kimberly’s heels had not been ideal when she went hunting but tonight she thought it would have been much more simple than what had ensued. With the tide out of her favor, straight after the blow to her chin, she had lost her attempted footing and rolled down the flight of stairs.
With each turn, she felt the pop of her right arm sound loudly as it popped out of place followed by the sounding crack of her neck. When her body reached the bottom of the flight of stairs, she laid in a suspended state for a couple of minutes while her body started healing the damages made. She remained still with her eyes closed for several more minutes before she could feel the muscles in her neck slowly rotating to a simple snap. Opening her eyes, she started moving her body to where she was now standing on the two heels that caused her to fall to begin with. That was unpleasant. The thought crossed her mind as her heels immediately fell on the human male who inflicted her recent pain.
Turning on her heel, she started ascending the stairs again at a normal pace before she realized her shoulder was throbbing in pain. Kimberly remained mentally aware of what was now in his hand and she rolled her eyes. What was man’s fascination with toting handheld weaponry? While she contemplated the reasoning behind it, Kimberly brought one hand up to her dislocated shoulder and popped it back into place with sickening crack. “Now, I’m quite angry…”
Utilizing her advantages over the human male, she lunged towards his direction but maneuvered towards the section of the wall where she could pivot in to the side of him. Kimberly landed close enough to him where she grasped a hold of the shoulder of his coat with one hand while her fangs descended from their sheaths. Though the exposure of his flesh was minimal, she pulled him towards her so she could catch a better grip on him. There was no way he was going down without a fight. Kimberly gripped down her other hand around his neck, digging her sharpened nails into his flesh, careful not to puncture the artery that throbbed beneath his delicate flesh.
“No reason to keep you alive now.” She whispered into his neck before all four sharpened canines penetrated into his skin. Her eyes widened as she tasted the human blood after so many years and what was supposed to be a controlled feeding was vast becoming history to her. Digging in deeper to his skin, she could have cared less if it caused him a mass amount of pain because she knew it would all be over soon.
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Post by james on Feb 4, 2010 17:45:54 GMT -5
To his surprise, the first impact had sent her down the stairs; he had been far too concerned with the dog to notice her fall until the gun between his fingers clicked and his back was turned to the dachshund. Locked and loaded, James moved away from the centre railing towards the wall, where he could peer around the semi-spiral staircase to witness her on the floor. There was no need for him to incriminate himself further if she was dead, and so he waited for signs of life, distractedly barking at the dog to shut up as he descended a few steps to get a better look at her.
His eyes narrowed when he witnessed her raise to her feet, though he wasn’t surprised by her ascension for he himself had survived rather staggering drops. He could have pulled the trigger then, but he waited until she was up a few steps to fire so that he wouldn’t miss. The lighting was relatively dim, some of the lights out, surely because they shared a circuit that had been penetrated by the on-going storm outside. The sound of the shot was far more staccato than the roaring thunder that followed, but he paid no attention to the consequence of his actions, far too focused on the chick.
The bullet didn’t stop her, which caused James to raise the gun at eye-level, both arms extended, and aim for her forehead. Another shot was fired, but the assaulting bitch did not catch it as he’d hoped. No, instead she lunged at him, causing the hunted to jump a step down and back towards the railing as she distracted him with her wall-walking maneuver. Turning his head to look over at her as she grasped his shoulder, James took a few steps down the stairs in hopes of making her stumble, but it was to no avail. Instead, his movement caused her hand to grip his throat in order to stifle further movement, which luckily still left him with free range in his arms.
Chapie was barking loudly, and an unprecedentedly loud thunder roared overhead, silencing the animal momentarily as James cried out. Wincing his eyes shut, he reached backwards and pressed the muzzle into her lower thigh. Pulling the trigger before blindly elbowing her in the stomach, he finally thrust his head sideways in hopes of getting her off him. The result of being freed from her grasp caused him to stumble forwards however, his footing lost due to the rainwater on the marble steps.
In order not to roll down in her shadow, he clutched onto the railing for stability, inevitably dropping the gun to ground floor. Growling, he reached up with his free hand to his neck, flesh slick with blood and rainwater. A low laugh passed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, feet leading him down the stairs as his fingers clutched tightly onto the railing.
James wanted this bitch dead. One bullet was all he needed, and it was all he had left.
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Post by Kimberly McQueen on Feb 5, 2010 17:53:25 GMT -5
Oh, she hated guns.
The simple fact that he even utilized the stupid toy to begin with had fueled her anger to a dangerous new level. The plan was to simply drain him of the blood that she needed whilst leaving him practically unharmed and with no memory of what had happened. That whole plan had gone south when he sent her flying down a flight of stairs that would have killed her if she had been mortal. Now, she had one large gaping bullet hole in her shoulder that was slowly repairing itself because of her mass intake of blood. Before she could finish, her feeding had been cut short.
There had been another shot fired into her thigh which forced her to relinquish her tight hold from his neck as she dislodged her teeth from his shoulder. It was quickly followed to a swift elbow to the gut that shoved her off sending her into the wall behind her. For a moment, Kimberly remained leaned against the wall with her wet long brunette hair covering the half bloody face of hers. Flipping her hair back, she ignored the blood which covered her entire chin and what was beginning to trickle down her slender neck. She was even more surprised at the fact that he was laughing about the whole situation when most humans would have been losing their mind.
Upon hearing the clank of the gun hitting the floor, a smile returned to her face as her eyes narrowed in his direction. Tilting her head, Kimberly used the wall to push off from to gain extra momentum when she lunged after him for the third time. The pure power of her lunge caused her to slam into his back, forcing his chest against the wall. Straight after Kimberly had slammed him face first into the wall, she regained her footing behind him. She couldn't talk to him with his face into a wall...she needed him to be looking at her when she talked to him.
In a quick set of movements, Kimberly used her strength to catch his body so that he didn't tumble onto the ground. Instead, she turned his body around so that he was now facing her, his back forced up against the wall. No, this wouldn't do, he was taller than her if she held him up. “Since you interrupted my feeding, boy, I didn’t have a chance to kill you before I infected you…” She hissed towards him.
To make sure that he would be listening to her, she loosened her grip on him so that he would slide down to the ground. This was a dangerous situation she had brought onto herself by letting him go. To make sure he didn't try to retaliate before she could get her other words in, Kimberly used the height difference to her advantage as she slammed the sharpened heel of her Armani boot into the wound of his shoulder.“You impress me human so here’s what I’m going to do…I’ll give you a chance to fight back and if you don’t…”
Before she finished the sentence, she pulled out her heel from his shoulder and opted for a clawed hand to wrap around his neck. “You. Will. Die.” She whispered, as she pressed her lips against his in a hard kiss before releasing him. With a laugh, Kimberly stepped back from him and started to descend down to the ground level.
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Post by james on Feb 5, 2010 19:12:39 GMT -5
His nerves perceived physical pain the same way any other would, it was his warped mind that distorted how he himself perceived it. Surely it hurt and would hinder his movement, but it when it came down to it, the situation was rather amusing in itself. As he crashed into the wall, hands barely pressing into the cold surface in time to stop his nose from smashing, James forced a smirk onto his lips. In essence, he was getting his ass kicked by a girl, how pathetic. She twirled him around, causing him to lose his footing and slam back into the wall, this time with his body leaning heavily into it as he tried to recuperate his composure. He had to hand it to her, even if she was a girl, she surely was the type of girl he’d allow himself to trifle with without feeling much shame. As the male considered her qualities, he was made aware of her faults; it prematurely dampened any warm feelings he may have felt. The greatest fault of the opposite sex was in her possession.
Since you interrupted my feeding, boy, I didn’t have a chance to kill you before I infected you…
Do you mind? You are kind of ruining it for me, fruitcake.
A breathless chuckle passed his lips as she let go of him, his legs giving out under him due to the bad footing that resulted from her sudden twirl of him previously. Sliding down the wall until he landed on his rear, James looked up at her with a broad leer, his eyebrows raised in amusement as she looked down upon him with that attitude of hers. Even the height difference didn’t make her look any more threatening. He had no idea what she was babbling about infections, and though he was aware that her nature was off, he did not attribute it to any supernatural attribute.
Setting his hand on the upper step to push himself up, his teeth grinded together as he bit down in agony at the sharp pain piercing his shoulder. Looking down at the wound, the use of ligaments in his neck making it all significantly worse, he groaned.
As much as he wanted to focus his attention on the pain, her words just furthered his amusement. It was easier to snicker when she withdrew her foot, allowing his chest to raise naturally as the quiet laugh shook his torso. Her lips came upon his with unwelcomed force, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood after her. Using his unharmed arm, he clutched at his wounded shoulder gripped at the skin through the torn layer of his wet shirt. The attempt to push himself up once more was stifled by the new puncture wound in his shoulder, forcing him to stumbled to his feet another way as the easiest route was hindered. Groaning, he leaned heavily against the wall once more, reaching for his neck wound to estimate the damage.
Making his way towards the railing (where there was more light), he caught site of the blood-soaked shirt with his peripheral vision. Clearing his throat, he tested the extend of the damage to his arm by raising it to unbutton the shirt. It wasn’t as bad as he expected, but then he was not particularly discomforted by pain as much as by the wariness. Shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, he scrunched it up and held it against his neck as he followed behind her for a few steps.
Now I'm unimpressed, you see. You stated the obvious; we all die... and, I don't appreciate you stepping into my personal space like that, he called after her, glancing down at the balled up shirt he was using as a makeshift sponge for the blood. Glancing over his shoulder, he tossed it at the boisterous dog, missing by a few steps but still managing to shut her up momentarily. Narrowing his eyes, he quickened his pace down the steps to catch up, reaching the ground floor at her heel. Leaping forward, already in close proximity, he reached out to grasp her hair in hopes of stopping her moving any further.
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Post by Kimberly McQueen on Feb 8, 2010 22:41:39 GMT -5
Well, this is interesting.
The thought crossed her mind as she felt the tight pull from the backside of her head, like her hair being pulled. Well, it was exactly the feeling of her hair being pulled that stopped her from moving forward any farther. Instead of trying to fight her way from his grip and possibly losing a chunk of her hair in the process, she obeyed him. For now, she would followed where he instructed her to go whether it would be verbally or physically.
On instinct, Kimberly’s free hand rose up automatically to where the discomfort was originated on the base of her head. With a growl, she narrowed her eyes towards the row of tiny mailboxes that occupied the space next to the doorway. The simple fact that she couldn’t see what he was doing was all the more uncomfortable for her to endure. Even if she was in distress about how the situation was playing out, she would never admit to it outright. There was no way that she could ever give this human the upper hand in the situation. She was in danger now, and she needed to rid the possible threat to her life.
“Oh yes, that is true.” She lifted her chin upwards to ease the tug against her hair that he had grasped. “We all die. But you will die long before I do.”
There was no point in hiding their world from this human any further since he was going to die. Whether she decided to rip his throat out herself or let him bleed to death, she wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess too much. With a deep growl, Kimberly’s grip from the base of her head moved up towards his hand as she reached behind and squeezed his hand into a death grip. The amount of pressure she applied could have been enough to crush his hand but she refrained from injuring him any farther. When his hold broke on her, she maneuvered from him and sprinted towards the door to get away.
Pushing through the heavy metal door, she ran out into the cold rain beating down against the concrete sidewalk. For a moment, Kimberly had stopped in her tracks because of the mess that was being left behind. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the extend of the damage that had been done to his shoulder. In a few minutes or in an hour, he would be dead and she could return to clean up the mess.
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Post by james on Feb 9, 2010 0:07:22 GMT -5
James was not satisfied with the turn of events. He was aware that his strength was squandering away as the wounds continued to leak profusely, but it still did not smoulder the thirst to fight that she had now instilled in him. The muscles in his uninjured arm bulged as he fought her overpowering grip, but it was to no avail for he soon relinquished his hold on her hair. And then, she ran for the door. Well, wasn’t this scenario familiar. An eerie sneer settled upon his features as he walked towards the firearm he had dropped minutes prior. Crouching for it, he tested its solidity and checked the chamber for bullets.
Clearing his throat, the assaulted male staggered towards the front door and stepped out into the heavy rain. She had not gone far, but with such haze it was hard to point and shoot with good odds of succeeding. Bad weather had never deterred him before however, and left without an explanation as to why she had pursued and attacked him, James felt little remorse pulling the trigger. The last bullet wheezed through the air, the sound of the shot echoing along the tall buildings.
Sniffling, he lowered his arm to his side and watched as her body stumbled forward to the ground. Finally, she was dead, or at least, she would be soon. Stumbling backwards, James narrowed his eyes as his vision continued to deteriorate, and then turned to walk back to the apartment. His legs were heavier than usual, and though the rainwater that was stored in his thick jeans surely had some part to play, it was the loss of blood that was weakening him so severely. Wrapping his hands around the door’s edge, he stumbled to his knees before crashing forward onto the wet marble.
Groaning as his cheek pressed into the ground, he forced himself onto his back by using his uninjured arm to push. He practiced single-arm push-ups which made this possible, but he was still weak and so he collapsed prematurely on his side and rolled the rest of the way. With his chest heaving as his sense of perception played tricks on his mind, James let out a heavy sigh as he set one hand on his stomach. Perhaps if he just lay here and rest for a while he could gather enough energy to get back up the stairs.
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