But there was no mistaking it. A weapon could mean a freelance demon hunter, but only a slayer could toss a vampire like a rag doll. The demon crashed into the mirror and splintered it before landing hard on the countertop. He snarled and scrambled to get his legs under him and leap from the balls of his feet to Valerie’s back. If he couldn’t have the man for a meal, he wanted the blonde.
“I don’t think so!” grunted Rhiannon as she threw herself into its body. The pair of them landed on the glossy floor and slid in a tangle of limbs, stake, and fangs. Their momentum was stopped by the wall. Both struggled to be the first to get up and gain the upper hand. The slayer’s boots slipped and squeaked in a puddle of water that had leaded from under the sink. She elbowed the vampire in the face to distract him. They tumbled and she climbed on his back and latched herself around him.
“This was a bad idea,” she groaned as the demon stood up, looking like a spider with his four limbs plus Rhiannon’s jutting out from his sides. He rammed himself backwards into the wall and let the slayer’s head absorb the impact with a hand dryer. Her stake clattered under the plumbing. “Ow!” But she clung to his head and got her hand into position around his jaw with the idea that she might be able to snap his neck.
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on 2013-09-09 09:57 pm (UTC)But there was no mistaking it. A weapon could mean a freelance demon hunter, but only a slayer could toss a vampire like a rag doll. The demon crashed into the mirror and splintered it before landing hard on the countertop. He snarled and scrambled to get his legs under him and leap from the balls of his feet to Valerie’s back. If he couldn’t have the man for a meal, he wanted the blonde.
“I don’t think so!” grunted Rhiannon as she threw herself into its body. The pair of them landed on the glossy floor and slid in a tangle of limbs, stake, and fangs. Their momentum was stopped by the wall. Both struggled to be the first to get up and gain the upper hand. The slayer’s boots slipped and squeaked in a puddle of water that had leaded from under the sink. She elbowed the vampire in the face to distract him. They tumbled and she climbed on his back and latched herself around him.
“This was a bad idea,” she groaned as the demon stood up, looking like a spider with his four limbs plus Rhiannon’s jutting out from his sides. He rammed himself backwards into the wall and let the slayer’s head absorb the impact with a hand dryer. Her stake clattered under the plumbing. “Ow!” But she clung to his head and got her hand into position around his jaw with the idea that she might be able to snap his neck.
“Valerie!”