She wanted to pick up the little slip of a thing and put her on the stool. It wasn't comical. Okay, maybe a little. But she was such a tiny little vampire. Like if she changed her face and charged at you, she'd bite your ankle.
'Forget pixie. Your new nickname is ankle biter.'
Deanna didn't mind ankle biters. Nope, not at all.
"He was stronger than he looked," the redhead replied matter-of-factly. "You remember the blonde slayer in the elevator? He's her boyfriend. Thought I'd send her a message. What I didn't expect," she took a long drag of her cigarette, "was him packing a bit of telekinesis."
The vampire thought a moment. "Theresa, right? You were... kinda chummy with that one slayer. Haven't switched teams, have you?"
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on 2013-11-27 04:33 am (UTC)Okay, maybe a little.But she was such a tiny little vampire. Like if she changed her face and charged at you, she'd bite your ankle.'Forget pixie. Your new nickname is ankle biter.'
Deanna didn't mind ankle biters. Nope, not at all.
"He was stronger than he looked," the redhead replied matter-of-factly. "You remember the blonde slayer in the elevator? He's her boyfriend. Thought I'd send her a message. What I didn't expect," she took a long drag of her cigarette, "was him packing a bit of telekinesis."
The vampire thought a moment. "Theresa, right? You were... kinda chummy with that one slayer. Haven't switched teams, have you?"