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Post by Namir Black on Oct 9, 2007 17:23:19 GMT -5
Namir kept pulling at her restraints as she saw Jarrod struggle with the weakened Alminus.
Have you gotten the others? she projected to Pete, They'll come back for him if you haven't.
An idea suddenly popped into her head, she could change and her paws would slip out of the restraints. She tried to change, her pale shoulders quivering with concentration as she tired, her eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowed. It wouldn't work, the silver was holding her its sadistic captive, making her sit and watch as Jarrod was bleeding, and she herself wanting to get personal revenge on her captor. The animal ferocity of her heart and mind growled out as she kept trying, failing each time, to get out in some way. "Pete!" she knew he'd have his hands full with helping Jarrod, but she needed to get out, she wanted to help too, making that dirty blood sucker suffer. The vampires hadn't taken care to check her pockets, the viles clinked together happily in them, she had plans in mind for this vile fiend.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 11, 2007 16:28:40 GMT -5
The two foes met midway as they both rushed towards each other. Alminus let loose with a powerful punch, striking Jarrod in his chest. With a grunt, Jarrod absorbed the attack, retaliating with a snap of his jaws. His bite missed the head of the vampire, but still ripped a deep gash in his arm. Hissing, the dark figure retreated. Jarrod spat out the blood in his mouth, disliking the sour taste of death. The he charged again, catching him by the neck. His massive white paw wrapped around the vampire's scrawny neck, and he slammed him against the wall, causing Alminus to groan in pain. Bringing his white muzzle close to the vampire's face, Jarrod snarled, "Not so big of a fighter, are you? Namir would rip you to shreds in seconds if you had not chained her. Coward!" With a roar, Jarrod gripped tighter and threw the evil monster against the opposite wall, stunning him. Before he revived, Jarrod had him in hand again, crushing his windpipe slightly.
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Post by Pete on Oct 11, 2007 17:15:27 GMT -5
It appeared as if Jarrod was more than enough for the Vampire, Alminus. Jarrod, keep the bastard busy. His eyes flashing gold, he strode over to Namir, examining the chains that bound her. He grasped the chains, quickly recoiling as they burned his flesh. Silver... It didnt matter, He had to get Namir out, and those chains werent going to take themsleves off. He closed his eyes, gripping the chains in his hands. Muscles straining, he pulled against them, the chains burning through his fur, blistering his skin. The chains were taunt, but not showing any signs of breaking. He release his grip, looking down at his bloody hands. Don't worry Namir, I'll get you out. His eyes burning with resolve. Wrapping the chains around his hands, he braced his legs against the wall. He roared, using the wall for leverage, finally ripping them apart.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 12, 2007 6:42:21 GMT -5
So much was going on around her, in one corner, Jarrod was battling the vampire, and in the other she was being rescued by Pete. She felt so helpless at this moment it frustrated her, she wanted to be part of the action, never the damsel in distress. Revenge began to flood into her, and she couldn't hold back anymore.
Her concentration was focused on Pete, his muscles straining and rippling beneath his skin against the silver fetters as they blistered and tore his hands, looking down at her own blistered wrists and ankles. Namir quickly broke free as soon as the chains snapped, she looked back at Pete with a glance of thanks and worry, but strode over to the opposite side of the room where Jarrod held Alminus by the throat.
Namir kissed Jarrod on the cheek, Thank you, love. I want to take over from here. With this she pulled one of the viles from her pocket, and it glittered as it hit the moonlight through the window. Namir jammed her forearm hard up on the vampires throat under his chin, pinning him down and choking him. "Do you know what this is?" she said furiocity flushing her tone, she held up the vile to his eye level. "Meet your death." With that she took the vile cork out with her teeth and spit it across the floor, and dipped her finger in running a line down his forehead that disentagrated his flesh immediately. Alminus screamed in pain, an evil smile spread to her face, with that she poured the rest down his throat, forcing his mouth open. Alminus became a pillar of charred dust at her feet.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 12, 2007 6:43:02 GMT -5
Is that a little godmode-y? I can't decide. Btw, Jarrod, I really like your sig. super hot ^.^
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 12, 2007 10:50:46 GMT -5
(Nah, it's fine. But thanks. I like my sig too)
Jarrod relinquished control to Namir; he had guessed she would want her revenge. Women always did, that much he knew from his job as a lifeguard. He stood stoically as the vampire screamed at the touch of holy water, then dissolved in a cloud of dust. Brushing a few spots of the gray residue off his white coat with distaste, he winced a bit as the tooth stuck in his deltoid scraped bone again. Ignoring it, Jarrod turned to Namir. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking into her eyes, his green gaze filled with concern.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 12, 2007 22:54:01 GMT -5
She smiled back, both from her inner victory, and the sight of those eyes, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Namir brushed her hands along the fluffy white new coat of Jarrod's arm, her eyes relishing at the fact that he was finally a lycan, her heart began to burn with a new sensation, and she had to look away. Those sensations were usually a bad thing when there was a third party present. Namir smiled over at Pete, "How about you? You okay?" she walked over and took his hands in hers, surveying his blisters. "We need to clean those." Namir reached in her other pocket and grabbed some disenfectant and a little gauze, and once again wrapped Pete up, hearing the hydrogen peroxide hiss as it hit his blisters, searing out the germs.
She looked back over to Jarrod, he was being awfully tough, but she'd noticed one of Alminus' fangs were missing. Quickly she spotted the reason, the tooth was stuck in his shoulder, blood trickled down from the scene of entry. "I assume you're going to let me take that out right?" she more demanded than asking, there wasn't going to be a 'no thank you' response, the venom was seemping into her beloved, and nothing was going to poison his perfection if she could help it. "And might I suggest morphing back? It might make it easier," Namir stated cooly already moving her fingers gently probing at the wound.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 13, 2007 16:49:57 GMT -5
Jarrod was about to reply when she began to probe the wound. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes, absorbing the pain. It reminded him of the time that he had stepped on a rockfish. Devilish things, those rockfish. As their clever names indicated, they looked quite a lot like rocks. But stepping on one earned you a foot full of poison from hundred of tiny spines. Within minutes his foot had swollen to the size of a football and he had gotten carted off to the emergency room. He had been able to do nothing for two weeks until it was strong enough to stand on. And for Jarrod, inactivity was almost as bad as being poisoned. "I don't know how to morph back," he managed to bite out, "I'm new to this, remember? Plus, I don't have any clothes." Though he had the distinct feeling that Namir wouldn't mind that, he personally did. For all his surfing and being a lifguard, he was actually a rather modest person. He didn't mind not having a shirt on, no shame in that, but he liked pants. And sitting here pants-less with a gorgeous lady bandaging him up while her jealous friend/mentor/protector stood nearby was just too much for him to handle.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 13, 2007 17:38:24 GMT -5
Namir stopped poking at it for now, and smiled gingerly. "Its okay, just concentrate on your human form, and you'll switch back. Try to erase everything else. Its not that hard." She patted his arm. "But about the clothes situation, I bet the vampires around here, didn't exactly go naked. We can find you some clothes I bet." She smiled to herself and gently bit her lip, thinking about his naked body.
She ran up the stairs and groped around a dimly lit room that had worn down bed, distressed dresser and some other odd ends of furniture. Namir opened one of the drawers and felt around, some kind of cloth brushing her soft fingertips, jeans it felt like, and close to it, a shirt. She grabbed them and quickly ran back down the stairs hoping they would fit, and presented her love with the jeans. "Leave the shirt off, though. I can get something to numb the wound if it'll make it better." she folded her arms across her chest, she had an inkling that Jarrod would say no, just to salvage some sort of his masculinity.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 14, 2007 22:16:36 GMT -5
While she was gone, Jarrod turned to Pete and said, "Awesome fight, wasn't it? You beasted out there, man! Those vampires got destroyed!" He bared his pointed teeth in a wolfish grin of triumph remembering the beating they had given those bloodsucking jerks. When she came back, Jarrod held the pants up to his form in dismay. Even when he had gone back to human form, he could tell these pants would be at least two sizes too small. Great. Those vampires were skinny. "Thanks," he said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. He wouldn't get dressed with the two of them in there.
Closing his eyes meditavely, he tried to clear his mind. Then he imagined how it would feel to be human again, to have smooth, tanned skin, his eyes round and green, his curly blonde hair tickling at his neck as he ran. Then he opened his eyes and he was himself again, wholly human in appearance. Picking up the pants, he slid his thick calves into them and tried to pull them up. No go. "This must be what girls feel like with pantihose!" he grunted as he struggled with the stonewashed jeans. Finally he had pulled them up to his waist, though he was sure a few seams had popped. Sucking in his muscles, he finally buttoned and zipped the top, then opened up the door again, walking in stiffly. "I feel like a Backstreet Boy!" he lamented.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 15, 2007 17:34:32 GMT -5
Namir raised her eyebrow, half disappointed that she wouldn't be blessed to see Jarrod naked, but didn't stop him. In stead she turned to Pete while he was gone. "How're you holding up, love?" Namir nodded at his blistered bandaged hands. "I wonder if those will heal like a normal human's would, or like a lycan's, since its silver." Just then Jarrod walked (or more like waddled) back into the room.
Namir couldn't help it, she burst out laughing at the sight, she gripped her sides and laid down on the floor for a few minutes in laughter, her eyes tearing up. Reluctantly she got up, a smile frozen in her eyes and face, "You must be Nick, he was always my favorite, anyways." Namir kissed his cheek, "Maybe we should try to find you something else? Or we could try to manage to get you back home sooner." She couldn't help but look behind him giggling, "Well, at least you can say these jeans really accentuate that nice ass of yours."
A hand rested on her chest, her cheeks flushed with laughter, she hadn't been this happy in a while. In a way, she felt like she had a home again, not a physical one, but a home in heart, a sense of love for other people that was unconditional. "What is our next move, guys? I think we should move on soon, I don't know how many vampires normally occupy this base. Or how many of the coven we've wiped out for now. There could be more returning, and personally, I don't want to be another smudge on these walls." She gestured to the blood spatters and heavily smeared on the walls and floors.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 15, 2007 21:59:14 GMT -5
"Nick?" he repeated dismally, "was he the gay one?" Oh wait, all of those preppy boys were gay. Jarrod felt like he was about to just pop out of these jeans. He felt that Namir wouldn't entirely mind. Especially with that last comment. He didn't know quite how to respond, though he had gotten comments like that from all those long-legged bikini beach girls. He avoided them whenever possible. Namir was rapturously beautiful, flushed from laughing and her triumph over the vampire. Her eyes sparkled merrily, and he just wanted to sweep her up in his arms and.....but Pete was here, so he resisted. Instead, he answered, "I would suggest removing ourselves from this place. We definetely don't want to be here if and when others return. For tonight we could stay at my place; we'd be safe there. But come morning we'll probably need to get going and get as far away as possible from this place."
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