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Post by Katrina on Oct 11, 2006 23:26:48 GMT
Katrina was becoming irritated. And that wasn't a good thing. The roaring only served to make her more irritable. "Brainless dogs..." She shook her head and drew her knives. This was going to take more than a light thunk. "That's what I get for being nice."
With a swift movement, she extended her arm - too close for throwing, but a vampire of Katrina's age could move faster than most. In the blink of an eye, her silver knife was buried in the meat of Eli's shoulder, and she moved quickly to the side with a kick - her boot hitting the wolf in the gut with a great deal of power. Neither were killing blows, nor even too bad. But they would hurt like hell. And begin to establish to this dog that Katrina was it's alpha... and woe to Eli that he had forgotten....
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Eli
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Post by Eli on Oct 11, 2006 23:45:00 GMT
It wasn’t the kick that bothered the wolf; it was the knife in the shoulder. Reacting instinctively to the pain, he swung around, one large limb extending to strike at the vampire, hoping to either take her head off, or at least slam her clean across the alley. She may have downed the savaged human, but the wolf would not be overcome so easily. The full moon made him not only bloodthirsty and overwhelmingly feral, but it completely wiped away any misgivings, whether they be in regards to his own safety, or whether or not he could defeat the vampire, it didn’t matter.
His blow landed, striking the vampire with enough force to at least club her completely off her feet, to the dirty ground of the alley they had found themselves in. The wolf reached up, subconsciously tearing the assaulting knife out of his shoulder and tossing it away with a metallic clang.
Hierarchy held no place in the mind of a wolf while it raged from the moon. Each werewolf, when gripped by the lunar cycle, was its own Alpha, bowing to no one, and Eli was no different. Katrina had ‘un-caged’ him, and now she would have to find some way to get him back where he belonged. She just had to remember that Eli had no control over what he did, no memory of her treatment over the decades, or anything like that. Tonight, he could do anything… or it certainly felt like it…
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Post by Katrina on Oct 12, 2006 0:11:53 GMT
Katrina picked herself up off the ground, a gleam in her eyes. Disbelief and anger raged in her head. How dare he! That was it. Katrina had had it. Pulling the two knives from her boots, she stood, looking at the wolf who eye'd her... dare it be triumphantly...
Abandoning all elegance, Katrina gathered her power like a cloak around her and with a leap, landed a solid blow with her bootheel to the wolf's side. A blow from a normal person would not have worried the wolf - but this was more powerful than that. The wolf was stumbled just a bit - going over with a roar. Katrina landed on its back, legs wrapped round the torso, one knife buried in its side, and her fangs bared by its ear.
Her other knife drawn, she held it in peripheral view of the animal, prepared to hang on for the ride, and drive the other knife deeper.
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Eli
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Post by Eli on Oct 12, 2006 2:43:08 GMT
Blood oozed from the new wound in the animal’s side, and he reared up in an attempt to dislodge her, jaws parting wide in a bellow of pain and rage. His hackles shot up again, like electrified spikes, and he tried to grab at the vampire on his back, almost drawing gouges in his own body with his sweeping attempts to get hold of her.
He wheeled around on his hind legs, snarling frantically, trying to shake her off, or at least dislodge her enough so that he could wrench her from her position, and from there, rip her apart. Every fibre in his body screamed for that revenge, and he would be damned if anything would keep him from it.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 20, 2006 0:04:25 GMT
Katrina held off, hissing as his claw caught her thigh. She'd bleed - what a waste - and then have to feed again soon. Her rage was building - this was rediculous and utterly unnecessary. Damned dog.
Time to end this. Katrina dug her bootheels into the wolf's sides, creating gouges to match on both sides - an idle thought of silver spurs - her knife still buried in the wolf's sides she tightened her grip on the other hilt and brought it up to the wolf's head. With a snarl of her own, she tore the blade up the wolf's head, narrowly missing the eye. She meant to slice up to the ear, but the violent shake made her aim slip and she swore. The blood poured out from the blade's path, into the wolf's eyes.
It would learn that Katrina brought pain. And Eli would learn....oh yes.
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Eli
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Post by Eli on Oct 20, 2006 22:15:47 GMT
The blood ran from the gash, spilling into the wolf’s left eye, essentially blinding him on one side… and driving him into even more of a frenzy. He wailed and howled from the pain, writhing madly and powerfully to throw the attacker off, the claws on his right foreleg trying to swing up and over, to catch hold of the vampire and tear her away. His talons missed, nearly raking into his own flesh.
He roared again, throwing himself against the wall, swinging his back up and around to collide with it, intending to pin the vampire between himself and the solid brick surface. If he couldn’t grab the undead thing, he would crush her instead. He could tear her apart afterwards…
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Post by Katrina on Oct 22, 2006 0:06:04 GMT
Katrina felt the beast move and couldn't move in time to avoid being hit against the wall once. She kept her head low to his to keep from it cracking against the wall as well - the crunch was bad enough. But not bad enough to do more than utterly piss her off. She waited until he leaned forward again to crush her harder and with a wrench, pulled her legs around to connect with the wall as the animal pushed back. Instead of building momentum and then hittting the wall, her boots connected and she bent her knees to absorb some of the impact... then pushed off with all her strength.
And as the vampire she was... it was enough to propel them both forward - Eli's face and body smashing into the steel garbage container that was in the alleyway. Katrina jumped clear and waited for the animal to get up again. She wasn't entirely sure that if he did, she'd not kill him. She'd really had it. And her new toy awaited. This needed to end.
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Eli
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Post by Eli on Oct 22, 2006 18:32:22 GMT
The wolf hadn’t expected the vampire to twist and push off the way she had, so the force of it did indeed slam him against the dumpster, which rattled loudly, the lid falling closed with a crash. His ears rung with the impact, and his vision blurred and darkened impressively as he slumped to recover. The blood ran from the gashes and stabs the vampire had landed on him, and he growled in pain as he shook his head to try and clear his left eye of the obstruction.
His good eye glared across the alley at the vampire, and he bared his fangs as his chest heaved. His energy was leaving him, and the slam against the dumpster had taken more out of him than it seemed like it would have; his shoulder and head had taken the brunt of the connection, and he’d most likely be feeling that for a while.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 23, 2006 2:21:11 GMT
Katrina stood carefully, looking down at her wolf as he moved slowly. "Eli. Eli, Eli, Eli. So sad that the moon causes you to forget your true mistress..." She moved towards him slowly, drawing the heaviest dagger from her boot.
Still attempting to muster the strength - he wasn't lacking for drive - to rise from the ground, he bared his fangs again, a rattling snarl slipping out his maw as one bright green eye locked on her approaching form.
"Oh no. I've had enough of you tonight." She stood over him, looking directly into his green eye coldly. She held up her dagger. "One chance." She knew it wouldn't make any difference. But it was something else to punish him for later. That would be fun. The jaws opened, and he made a messy snap at her legs, nearly collapsing forward from the awkward move.
Katrina didn't even flinch. "Wrong answer." With a solid crack, she drove the hilt of the dagger into his skull.
There was a brief, sudden yelp, and then the large creature slumped completely to the ground, breathing heavily, but otherwise motionless.
Her rage simmering at the indignity of manual labor, Katrina dragged both bodies to her car, and drove back to the manor. The two would wake up in the basement. And the fun would begin.
Written with Eli Continued at Carey Manor - Katrina's Basement - with Flynn and Eli
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 21:20:05 GMT
Elena wouldn’t attack from behind. The warrior in her wouldn’t allow that sort of dishonourable strike, even if this was just a vampire. It was all part of her morals, no matter how often she wanted to toss those out the window sometimes; it was just so much easier to live without them, but even someone like Elena had to have them, built-in like a default setting. She’d inherited them from her father, she knew, and it was that fact that kept her from ignoring them or otherwise getting rid of them.
At least he was bright enough to know she was following him. It wasn’t much, but it earned him a few measly points at least. She would have laughed if he hadn’t noticed.
“What do you think I want, vampire?” she said back to him, not even having to bother raising her voice, knowing he would hear her anyway.
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 22:11:20 GMT
“I didn’t realise I was being so blatantly obvious,” she practically drawled, and sarcastically at that. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, wondering if stating the obvious was something he enjoyed doing. Then again, she had prompted him, so she only had herself to blame, but somehow, being inwardly irritated as well as outwardly… it made her feel a little bit better about the evening so far. “And besides, I thought we already covered the part where I don’t believe what you’re doing.”
This was one of those places where Elena wished she didn’t have a heightened sense of smell. The backstreets were hardly forgiving on the nose, and she fought back a grimace. She could smell blood… and not only human. But it wasn’t particularly close, or pungent, so she pushed it aside. Investigating it would mean abandoning this pursuit, and she wouldn’t be so easily distracted.
Well, not again anyway.
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 22:36:08 GMT
Original conversation? Hmph, he makes it sound as if I’m interested in another one.
Elena too had noticed the bits and pieces; remains of some tramp that a rogue had most likely feasted on. “A young wolf out of control,” she acknowledged, and rather nonchalantly at that. “At least when my kind feeds, something is controlling us.” Her eyes reflected the light of the full moon. “And we grow out of it. Vampires never do; your kind kill just for the pleasure.” And the blood, which she knew he would point out, but right at that moment, she didn’t particularly care about details so much as seeing how far she could push him.
Resisting the rather childish urge to push him so his precious shoes landed in the gore, she followed his gaze just briefly down the alley. “Looking for a runaway meal?” she taunted with a sigh. “Shame you don’t have a wolf’s sense of smell… you might have more luck.”
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 23:06:35 GMT
Elena left it at that. She liked a full-bodied argument as much as the next lively werewolf, but this one didn’t seem to have any direction, so she let the matter of who killed what and why drop. No point in repeating old standpoints if they could avoid it. She would only bore herself. She wouldn’t have believed him if he’d told her how many times he’d killed, and how he hated it; to her, it was simply what vampires did, and that was that. Simplicity at its finest.
“No, you made it pointless with a ridiculous argument,” she countered, fighting the temptation to cross her arms and settling for putting one hand on her hip instead, eyeing him sceptically. “I was simply pointing out that, if you’re running on a schedule… well, I don’t think you’ll make it to wherever you’re trying to go. Not on time, anyway.” She spoke as if she knew what he was trying to do, which, while she didn’t, was amusing to her anyway.
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Post by Elena on Oct 27, 2006 0:21:09 GMT
Wow, this vampire had some serious issues. How pedantic and anal is this guy? Elena pulled a face. Just… wow. Shaking herself out of her stupor, she gazed at him, eyes narrowed, listening to him talk. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t attacked him again yet. She supposed it was the wolf in her, and its pesky curiosity… she just couldn’t deny it sometimes.
“Lead nine?” What, did he number all his leads? She wasn’t even going to ask. The more time she spent around this vampire, the more confusing and just plain strange she found him, and she wasn’t sure if she should be amused or annoyed by that. “So… hypothetically speaking… if you are looking for someone, maybe they just don’t wanna be found. Did you think of that?”
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Post by Elena on Oct 28, 2006 0:44:40 GMT
“I didn’t ask for an explanation,” she grumbled, mostly to herself, even though the vampire would probably hear her anyway, just like her sensitive wolfen ears picked up on those irritating pops when he got started on his fingers. Why couldn’t he just do them all at once?
“I didn’t say ‘what if he doesn’t want to go home’… I said ‘what if he doesn’t want to be found’. There’s a difference. Anyone who doesn’t want to be found… well, they won’t be, no matter how hard you try. And do his parents know you’re a vampire, or did that little detail accidentally slip your mind during the conversation?” She was waiting for him to at least get irritated; so far, he’d been way too calm, and in Elena’s opinion, that just wasn’t healthy. A person needed to snap once in a while; it was perfectly healthy. Besides, he looked like he needed the release. ‘Stressed’ didn’t quite begin to cover it…
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