The vampire had not gone up in a plume of ash and smoke. However, she was exceedingly pissed and still armed to the teeth. With a switchblade in one hand and a metal whip in the other, it would be difficult for Rhiannon to get near her, unless she managed to wrap her fingers around the snaking end of the slashing tool. Rhiannon knew she could lose a finger or two in the process.
‘Fuck…’
So, although it pissed her off to do so, the slayer drank in a nice, long look at the brunette’s pissed off visage and then got herself lost in the mix of scurrying people, who were spinning like tops as they plowed into one another’s shoulders. Rhiannon grabbed the first person whose face was within arm’s reach and squared up with him, eye to eye. As luck would have it, it was Michael Jackson’s white doppelganger.
“Hey, hey! Right here, look at me.” Water poured down the slayer’s forehead. The false lashes stayed glued in place, but her mascara wasn’t living up to its waterproof promise. She probably looked like Alice Cooper with breasts. “The back door’s open. Grab people by the shirttail and drag them out.”
As soon as a hole opened up in the back, people would be drawn to it. She needed him to show the way.
She let go of him and wiped her face as she looked around.
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on 2013-11-09 05:19 am (UTC)‘Fuck…’
So, although it pissed her off to do so, the slayer drank in a nice, long look at the brunette’s pissed off visage and then got herself lost in the mix of scurrying people, who were spinning like tops as they plowed into one another’s shoulders. Rhiannon grabbed the first person whose face was within arm’s reach and squared up with him, eye to eye. As luck would have it, it was Michael Jackson’s white doppelganger.
“Hey, hey! Right here, look at me.” Water poured down the slayer’s forehead. The false lashes stayed glued in place, but her mascara wasn’t living up to its waterproof promise. She probably looked like Alice Cooper with breasts. “The back door’s open. Grab people by the shirttail and drag them out.”
As soon as a hole opened up in the back, people would be drawn to it. She needed him to show the way.
She let go of him and wiped her face as she looked around.
Just another girl in the melee.