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The long black Lincoln town car slammed to a stop as Damon casually stood in the road, blocking its way with spread arms, an expression of jubilant invitation on his face. He was inviting them to die, and it pleased him that they didn't know it. They as in whoever was in the car.
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A short man got out, scowling angrily at him. The jerk wore a Victorian style suit as if on the way to some sort of costume party. That or his taste in clothing was truly ridiculous! An equally Goth looking chick followed suit, sliding across the long leather bench seat to join her man. She was taller, willowy with long straight black hair past her hips and a long flowing black dress with tapered sleeves. Her Gothic make up was an odd choice, causing her skin to be an odd yellow white...Like the? color a mummy would be if the mummy had very soft smooth nice skin.
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Skin that would feel very good under his hands when the drove his fangs into her neck and wiped that annoyed look off her face. She was regarding him through white blue eyes, stupid contacts, likely due to some zombie fetish, aristocratically tapered features set in a haughty expression that he instantly hated.
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Oh yes! This was going to be fun!
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"What in bloody hell were you thinking," the man demanded, crisp British accent and light tenor voice scraping Damon's ears like nails on a chalkboard. Mainly because the guy was still alive, he reasoned detatchedly.
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"Really. We could've hit you! Whatever you're on you need to be home and not out here making yourself a problem," the girl muttered darkly, scowling at Damon as though he were a bug on the bottom of her flat ballet style shoe.
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That did it. Passive playtime was over. Active playtime had just begun. With a low growl he lunged for her, hands wrapping around her throat. She kicked him hard din the knee, one fist coming up to slam him in the chin.
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"Pretty good," he said with a laugh.
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She was stronger than a human, he noted, but not strong enough. And she was warm, pulse beating under his hands like a little angry bird, so she was just...human enough.
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"We're here on a mission from Vlad Tepes himself!"
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The words had come from the man as he moved behind Damon and attempted...actually attempted? to snap his neck!
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Damon had?turned it all off but still somehow the rage burned hotter than ever. Hell if it didn't beat pain and loss and defeat, though,?enough to drive him into ending it for good had he not switched off his humanity. For the first time in a long time he was shocked enough to hesitate with his hands around someone's neck, though...hm...interesting.
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He gave a short laugh.
"As in Dracula?"
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He'd loosened his grip on the girl's throat mainly out of sheer distraction.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat