He cut his speed in half when he went after her, putting on his drunk act, and Duffel Bag shouted "Hey!" when Dorothy called for help a second time. The vampire put a little more speed into it, bumped the human's shoulder as he ran past. Something heavy struck him in the small of the back, and it knocked him just a off-balance. What the hell was in that bag, bricks?
The would-be rescuer came hurtling at him, and fingers skated down the back of Ruben's coat, looking for purchase. They moved into the shadows, the light from the streetlamp failing to cut through the dimness. The mortal grabbed his coat collar, tried yanking him back.
They were out of sight now. Ruben let his face shift, fangs springing to the forefront as his brow ridged. He wondered if Dorothy had ever seen that up close either.
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on 2014-04-27 04:38 pm (UTC)The would-be rescuer came hurtling at him, and fingers skated down the back of Ruben's coat, looking for purchase. They moved into the shadows, the light from the streetlamp failing to cut through the dimness. The mortal grabbed his coat collar, tried yanking him back.
They were out of sight now. Ruben let his face shift, fangs springing to the forefront as his brow ridged. He wondered if Dorothy had ever seen that up close either.