Post by MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN on Aug 5, 2011 5:16:22 GMT
Ready for the vampire’s retaliation this time, Morrison braced himself just before she rushed at him. His knife was still held tightly down at his side, not wanting to ruin his fun so fast by accidently stabbing her in the chest and throat. Though when she came into contact with him, he sort of wished he hadn’t been so considerate of her. He let out a pained yell as her fangs dug into the still tender skin of his neck and his hands immediately flew up to push her away, but this meant that he lost a hold of his only weapon.
“Bitch,” he growled, stumbling back a step when the woman pulled away and dove for his knife, “don’t you-” Yet he stopped when she yelped and dropped the weapon quicker than she’d picked it up. A tentative grin spread over his lips at the next moment and he slowly approached her now that she was crouched on the ground, doubled over in pain.
I should have brought some wolfsbain with me and shoved it down your throat."
A far more confident grin spread over the were’s lips now and he knelt beside the woman to snatch up his knife that she’d dropped to the ground. “Well, you didn’t,” he growled quietly, “and don’t try stealing my knife again, it’s not worth it.” He lifted the blade to her throat momentarily then rose all the way to his feet. He tucked his knife away in his pocket and then bent to grab a tight hold of her arms. Without any concern that he might be holding her too tightly, he yanked the leech to her feet, glad to have her under control for once. He knew that silver handle on his pocket knife would come in handy eventually.
“I should kill you,” he muttered, bringing her close and digging his fingers into her skin, “but I think nature can do that more painfully.” He threw her onto the ground then dropped on a knee beside her. “You get to stay here until morning.” Morrison threw a hard punch at the side of her head, though he was sure that this wouldn’t keep her down for too long. Twisting his knife around in his hand, he closed it up then pressed the handle onto the woman’s neck and holding it there until he felt it start to grow hot in his hand. Slowly, he rose to his feet and glared down at the vampire. He would be glad to find her ashes here tomorrow.
“Bitch,” he growled, stumbling back a step when the woman pulled away and dove for his knife, “don’t you-” Yet he stopped when she yelped and dropped the weapon quicker than she’d picked it up. A tentative grin spread over his lips at the next moment and he slowly approached her now that she was crouched on the ground, doubled over in pain.
I should have brought some wolfsbain with me and shoved it down your throat."
A far more confident grin spread over the were’s lips now and he knelt beside the woman to snatch up his knife that she’d dropped to the ground. “Well, you didn’t,” he growled quietly, “and don’t try stealing my knife again, it’s not worth it.” He lifted the blade to her throat momentarily then rose all the way to his feet. He tucked his knife away in his pocket and then bent to grab a tight hold of her arms. Without any concern that he might be holding her too tightly, he yanked the leech to her feet, glad to have her under control for once. He knew that silver handle on his pocket knife would come in handy eventually.
“I should kill you,” he muttered, bringing her close and digging his fingers into her skin, “but I think nature can do that more painfully.” He threw her onto the ground then dropped on a knee beside her. “You get to stay here until morning.” Morrison threw a hard punch at the side of her head, though he was sure that this wouldn’t keep her down for too long. Twisting his knife around in his hand, he closed it up then pressed the handle onto the woman’s neck and holding it there until he felt it start to grow hot in his hand. Slowly, he rose to his feet and glared down at the vampire. He would be glad to find her ashes here tomorrow.
