so I changed it a bit, and unfortunately FF's formatting doesn't allow for me to start off as cool as I can on AO3.
I also have no idea where I'm going with this. Ideas and stuff are welcome, or if anyone wants to work something out with me.
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Benny almost loses his head to the thing, the bite of steel cutting a line from the curve of his ear to his collar as he twists away with a snarl. Blood coats the shoulder of his jacket, and he swings his blade in a wide arch, working to put some distance between them. A few leaves flutter to the ground, and the vampire figures he's just learned a valuable lesson.
The thing's scrawny, beaten an ugly dark colour all over with who knows what. Benny curls his lip at the scent that rafts over to him, eyeing the matted hair and slivers of blue behind it for what it may do next. It is an unknown. No distinguishing features visible; pale skin doesn't make a vampire, and a challenging hiss reveals human blunt teeth. Decapitation tends to always work out in the end.
Eyeing the close range blade in its hand, Benny doesn't want to doubt his strength but he does. The physically strong and quick want to get in close, not something he really wants to chance; whatever they are, tackling a vampire is short of suicide if you aren't one, or something higher on the food chain, so what gives them the confidence of attacking worries him. Taking a step back, he doesn't realize his six o'clock is unguarded. There's a crack, and raw heat sears into his back.
Benny howls with anger and pain, whipping around, weapon raised.
Fuck, there are two.
This is a fight he definitely doesn't want to try and win.
Jerking to the side, he grabs the wrist and arm to the hand that cuts a line into his jacket and bodily tosses the lunging monster into its twin. Wary, he shuffles back, keeping the two in his sight as they roll in a tangle of gangly limbs and back onto their feet, picking themselves up with a disturbing grace.
"C'mon, ya piss ants," he growls.
They advance on Benny, curling into the arches of a circle to corner him on both sides. And, this is just fucking great. The vampire darts his eyes between the two, and snarls at them in warning. He's cornered prey. And they're a team. Twin monsters, working in a pair to take down possibly stronger targets or that's just how they work. He's grasping at straws, unsure how to survive the encounter, when they freeze.
Both of their heads snap to the trees on their left, searching, and then they're drawing back with a loud hiss of," Leviathans." The hairs on the back of Benny's neck prickle, and a loud howl rips through the silence, shattering the stilted muteness of Purgatory. And, then they're gone as quick as they came. It's disorientating and nauseating as everything seems to tilt and ripple for barely a second, but it's enough to jelly his legs, and send pain searing up his knees as he lands on rocks.
It takes a moment, but Benny scrambles up from the ground, bile burning just at the back of his throat, and throws his eyes about. The vampire gives the area one wary glance over, eyes glancing to the trees above his head, before hightailing it.
Fuck if he was gonna stick around.