"How the hell is it my fault?" A young female voice retorted angrily across a sea of noise and chaos before following it up with a stunted grunt as she continued breeding it.
"Let's go out for dinner. Let's get out and not have to fight for our lives for a change. Let's just have a nice relaxing time." Similarly stuck right in the middle of the chaos was a male voice, older sounding - much more lived in, but still strangely fresh at the same time. "How much more fate-tempty could you get?"
A gravestone shattered into rubble as a body was thrown through it. Around it, another dozen or so were fighting against just two people. The body was bleeding, battered and bruised and the blow to the head from the stone should have killed it.
Seconds later it was running back into the fray.
"Ok. So maybe it was a bit my fault. But how was I to know we'd be attacked just on the way to get dinner?" The girl wiped her amber-coloured hair from her face before smashing her elbow into the man behind her. His nose shattered instantly and left blood all over her black leather jacket but he continued to fight.
Meanwhile, her companion grabbed the heads of two enemies standing before him and proceeded to smash their foreheads together. Twice. They were dazed, but not out. They only gave him enough time to drop and sweep a leg across theirs and bringing them both down to the ground.
"I'd hazard a guess that taking a shortcut through the cemetery was a pretty good catalyst at getting us attacked." As he rose back up he threw a foe over his shoulder and into another in front, knocking them both to the ground. There, they joined the other two in getting right back up again and back into the fight. At the same time, two others were fighting back against the man, in the process slicing into his arm with a knife and tearing his long leather jacket.
"Ok. Now you're making me mad." He roared, looking around him showed his dozen enemies in their true faces. Their brows furrowed deep and thick, their throats growling like beasts and their fangs bared for all to see. He pulled his arms out rapidly and thumped the creatures around him away before growling himself. His face rapidly changed - his brow distending downwards and his cheeks rising to expose his fangs. The monsters around him took a step back - not comprehending what was going on.
"You wont like me when I'm mad..." Growling, his voice slightly changed because of the changed positions of his mouth and cheeks. Striking faster than before and with even more power, he brought down all his attackers in one quick flurry of attacks. Then he looked across to his companion - also holding her own but like him, she was slowly becoming tired and would need to end this quickly.
"Amber!" He dived into his coat pocket and pulled out a wooden stake - throwing it across to the girl as she looked to him at the call of her name.
Amber grabbed the stake from the air with inhuman precision before automatically launching it into the chest of the assailant in front of her. He looked down to see Amber's fist clenching the weapon - now sunk deep into his heart - before growling his last and falling apart. The skin dissolved from his bones and his skeleton disintigrated to leave only a small mound of dust, almost as if he had never existed.
She turned, expecting to find another attacker behind her, but found nothing at all. Looking to her friend revealed why. The rest of the monsters were now all duking it out with him.
"Hey, Alex!" She called over, only getting a minor response from him as he fought outnumbered but not outranked. "Don't hog the vamps, I wanna get some fun too!".
She leapt at the pack right foot first and smashed her heavy steel sole boots into the skull of a vampire on the perimeter. His skull caved in but he still turned to attack back as she landed. Before he could, however, Amber had thrust out her arm and he fell away in a cloud of dust.
One by one they began to fell as Amber picked them off from the edges of the fray whilst Alex continued fighting - the vampries all determined to take him down and clearly not caring about Amber any more.
"I'm beginning to think i'm simply not turning these guys on any more." Amber said angrily as she turned another vampire to a pile of dust. "Maybe they're all gay vampires." Another fell before her effortlessly as she turned - arm already extended and slammed the stake into the vampire's chest as he ran at her.
"If they are, I'm glad I'm staking them and not the other way around. Somehow I doubt they'd go for my heart...." Alex punched one of the vampires in the face before striking his chest with a stake of his own and seamlessly turning to the vampire behind him and doing the same.
Amber backed up against Alex and the pair looked across to their enemies - only two of them left and one on either side. Alex's face by now had changed back and he was glaring, blue eyes front and centre, at his final target.
"Ready?" He nodded his head back to Amber, eyes still focused on the vampire in front - moving around as he did, locked on and ready to strike.
"Ready." Amber replied, doing the same.
In a flash they both leapt forward, the vampires they attacked both trying to dodge and escape but failing miserably. Amber lifted her leg and smashed the side of her foot into the face of the enemy before thrusting her stake into his heart and letting it drop as he fell to dust before her.
At the same time Alex had let loose a parry of headblows with both his fists and feet before finally kicking the vampire in the chest and pushing him back just enough for Alex to throw the stake at his heart and watching as he exploded and left only him and Amber standing.
Both of them took a deep breath before sighing and turning back to the entrance of the cemetery.
"Next time, let's just get some pizza delivered." Alex sighed as they headed back out. Out into the city they'd only just recently made their home. Or at least, they'd moved here anyway.
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"Silver City."
The humming of electrical equipment buzzed below the gravelly voice of a man sat at his desk, computer screen shining information up onto his face as three men in US Seargent uniforms stood over him, listening and watching intently.
"It's on the East Coast sir, not too far from Los Angeles." A map flashed up on the computer screen, highlighting the location before zooming in and showing Alex and Amber walking from the cemetary.
"Well, that makes sense." The Seargent standing between the other two was aged and battle-worn. His grey hair was thick enough but his hair-line was already receeding. It exposed a scar on his forehead that cut clean across from the top of his head to the top of his nose. A souvenier from a past fight.
"The East Coast means they headed straight here from the Eastern Islands. They left Goldenrod City for Silver City..."
"...and they did it in hurry." The man sitting at the computer finished, bringing up a table of data and highlighting dates and times on it.
"It was days before they fixed themselves up with a rented apartment. The hotel they were staying at before that was giving them free accomodation on a deal with some Mage they knew but the apartment they rented legitimately. They didn't come here as prepared as they normally would have."
"You've done a good job." The aging Seargent complimented before looking to men either side of him.
"Looks like we finally get our second chance, lads." The two other Seargents were barely half the central man's age and probably only recently promoted. "This time, Alexandros will pay for his crimes."
He turned and led the other Seargent's to the door, leaving the computer room and the technician they were talking to. As the older Seargent opened the door and waved the other two out, he turned back to the man and his computer.
"I want that Vampire dust by the end of the week. I don't care how you do it but I want it done."
The technician looked back to the screen, Amber now displayed zoomed in on it. "And the Slayer?"
"Leave the body count as high as you want. So long as the Vampire is dead by the end of it. If that means taking out the Slayer, then do it."
He lifted the cap he had been holding at his waist and placed it back on his head before turning and heading out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the technician to his job.
"Let's go out for dinner. Let's get out and not have to fight for our lives for a change. Let's just have a nice relaxing time." Similarly stuck right in the middle of the chaos was a male voice, older sounding - much more lived in, but still strangely fresh at the same time. "How much more fate-tempty could you get?"
A gravestone shattered into rubble as a body was thrown through it. Around it, another dozen or so were fighting against just two people. The body was bleeding, battered and bruised and the blow to the head from the stone should have killed it.
Seconds later it was running back into the fray.
"Ok. So maybe it was a bit my fault. But how was I to know we'd be attacked just on the way to get dinner?" The girl wiped her amber-coloured hair from her face before smashing her elbow into the man behind her. His nose shattered instantly and left blood all over her black leather jacket but he continued to fight.
Meanwhile, her companion grabbed the heads of two enemies standing before him and proceeded to smash their foreheads together. Twice. They were dazed, but not out. They only gave him enough time to drop and sweep a leg across theirs and bringing them both down to the ground.
"I'd hazard a guess that taking a shortcut through the cemetery was a pretty good catalyst at getting us attacked." As he rose back up he threw a foe over his shoulder and into another in front, knocking them both to the ground. There, they joined the other two in getting right back up again and back into the fight. At the same time, two others were fighting back against the man, in the process slicing into his arm with a knife and tearing his long leather jacket.
"Ok. Now you're making me mad." He roared, looking around him showed his dozen enemies in their true faces. Their brows furrowed deep and thick, their throats growling like beasts and their fangs bared for all to see. He pulled his arms out rapidly and thumped the creatures around him away before growling himself. His face rapidly changed - his brow distending downwards and his cheeks rising to expose his fangs. The monsters around him took a step back - not comprehending what was going on.
"You wont like me when I'm mad..." Growling, his voice slightly changed because of the changed positions of his mouth and cheeks. Striking faster than before and with even more power, he brought down all his attackers in one quick flurry of attacks. Then he looked across to his companion - also holding her own but like him, she was slowly becoming tired and would need to end this quickly.
"Amber!" He dived into his coat pocket and pulled out a wooden stake - throwing it across to the girl as she looked to him at the call of her name.
Amber grabbed the stake from the air with inhuman precision before automatically launching it into the chest of the assailant in front of her. He looked down to see Amber's fist clenching the weapon - now sunk deep into his heart - before growling his last and falling apart. The skin dissolved from his bones and his skeleton disintigrated to leave only a small mound of dust, almost as if he had never existed.
She turned, expecting to find another attacker behind her, but found nothing at all. Looking to her friend revealed why. The rest of the monsters were now all duking it out with him.
"Hey, Alex!" She called over, only getting a minor response from him as he fought outnumbered but not outranked. "Don't hog the vamps, I wanna get some fun too!".
She leapt at the pack right foot first and smashed her heavy steel sole boots into the skull of a vampire on the perimeter. His skull caved in but he still turned to attack back as she landed. Before he could, however, Amber had thrust out her arm and he fell away in a cloud of dust.
One by one they began to fell as Amber picked them off from the edges of the fray whilst Alex continued fighting - the vampries all determined to take him down and clearly not caring about Amber any more.
"I'm beginning to think i'm simply not turning these guys on any more." Amber said angrily as she turned another vampire to a pile of dust. "Maybe they're all gay vampires." Another fell before her effortlessly as she turned - arm already extended and slammed the stake into the vampire's chest as he ran at her.
"If they are, I'm glad I'm staking them and not the other way around. Somehow I doubt they'd go for my heart...." Alex punched one of the vampires in the face before striking his chest with a stake of his own and seamlessly turning to the vampire behind him and doing the same.
Amber backed up against Alex and the pair looked across to their enemies - only two of them left and one on either side. Alex's face by now had changed back and he was glaring, blue eyes front and centre, at his final target.
"Ready?" He nodded his head back to Amber, eyes still focused on the vampire in front - moving around as he did, locked on and ready to strike.
"Ready." Amber replied, doing the same.
In a flash they both leapt forward, the vampires they attacked both trying to dodge and escape but failing miserably. Amber lifted her leg and smashed the side of her foot into the face of the enemy before thrusting her stake into his heart and letting it drop as he fell to dust before her.
At the same time Alex had let loose a parry of headblows with both his fists and feet before finally kicking the vampire in the chest and pushing him back just enough for Alex to throw the stake at his heart and watching as he exploded and left only him and Amber standing.
Both of them took a deep breath before sighing and turning back to the entrance of the cemetery.
"Next time, let's just get some pizza delivered." Alex sighed as they headed back out. Out into the city they'd only just recently made their home. Or at least, they'd moved here anyway.
~~~~
"Silver City."
The humming of electrical equipment buzzed below the gravelly voice of a man sat at his desk, computer screen shining information up onto his face as three men in US Seargent uniforms stood over him, listening and watching intently.
"It's on the East Coast sir, not too far from Los Angeles." A map flashed up on the computer screen, highlighting the location before zooming in and showing Alex and Amber walking from the cemetary.
"Well, that makes sense." The Seargent standing between the other two was aged and battle-worn. His grey hair was thick enough but his hair-line was already receeding. It exposed a scar on his forehead that cut clean across from the top of his head to the top of his nose. A souvenier from a past fight.
"The East Coast means they headed straight here from the Eastern Islands. They left Goldenrod City for Silver City..."
"...and they did it in hurry." The man sitting at the computer finished, bringing up a table of data and highlighting dates and times on it.
"It was days before they fixed themselves up with a rented apartment. The hotel they were staying at before that was giving them free accomodation on a deal with some Mage they knew but the apartment they rented legitimately. They didn't come here as prepared as they normally would have."
"You've done a good job." The aging Seargent complimented before looking to men either side of him.
"Looks like we finally get our second chance, lads." The two other Seargents were barely half the central man's age and probably only recently promoted. "This time, Alexandros will pay for his crimes."
He turned and led the other Seargent's to the door, leaving the computer room and the technician they were talking to. As the older Seargent opened the door and waved the other two out, he turned back to the man and his computer.
"I want that Vampire dust by the end of the week. I don't care how you do it but I want it done."
The technician looked back to the screen, Amber now displayed zoomed in on it. "And the Slayer?"
"Leave the body count as high as you want. So long as the Vampire is dead by the end of it. If that means taking out the Slayer, then do it."
He lifted the cap he had been holding at his waist and placed it back on his head before turning and heading out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the technician to his job.