Underworld: Aftermath
R (just in case)
Action/Romance/Sequel
Ensemble cast
Spoilers
Disclaimer: Characters and beginning situations ain't mine. The rest IS.
With hazy eyes, everything began to make sense and appear.
***
She looked around the well appointed suite, but a mounting terror broke her delicate composure. The howling outside the cabin signaled that something was dangerously wrong. An ambassador had already given the sign...they were trapped unless the greeting party could fend off the attack from without.
In such a confined space, the men and women of the council would be powerless to fend off their assailants. Due to a Vampyre's innate physical precision, the Wolf was usually at a disadvantage when weaponry and distance were factors. But the Lycans were already altered, there were no available weapons, and distance was Not a factor. Already, she could hear them on the roof, and at the window...
...Writhing in agony, she came to, staring at a brass reflection of herself. The ceiling metalwork revealed the full extent of her injuries. Her delicate champagne dress was a grotesque mess. Her neck charm mocked her, and drew her attention to blood bubbling from out her neck wound. Of its own accord, her body shook with random spasms, encouraging more blook to pour from her torso and extremities onto the carpet below. She focused on her reflection, begging consciousness not to fail her.
Where was the squadron from the Mansion? Menacing above her, now stood a blood-soaked Lycan. Its teeth bared, it bent down and maliciously took a juicy bite from her already torn abdoman. She screamed, and the eyes looking back at her were terrified, but the mouth had not moved. She only screamed again. Willing herself back into unconsciousness, she found horrified relief when she realized she had not felt any pain. Taking the solace for everything it was worth, closing her eyes, she screamed and shrieked until darkness took its final hold.
***
He did not know what to make of the Darkness. Everything was over. He had stopped screaming, but he still existed. Was this the Afterlife? He felt his body and mind were suspended as if inside a vaccuum; there was neither up nor down. Where was he? and Who?
R (just in case)
Action/Romance/Sequel
Ensemble cast
Spoilers
Disclaimer: Characters and beginning situations ain't mine. The rest IS.
With hazy eyes, everything began to make sense and appear.
***
She looked around the well appointed suite, but a mounting terror broke her delicate composure. The howling outside the cabin signaled that something was dangerously wrong. An ambassador had already given the sign...they were trapped unless the greeting party could fend off the attack from without.
In such a confined space, the men and women of the council would be powerless to fend off their assailants. Due to a Vampyre's innate physical precision, the Wolf was usually at a disadvantage when weaponry and distance were factors. But the Lycans were already altered, there were no available weapons, and distance was Not a factor. Already, she could hear them on the roof, and at the window...
...Writhing in agony, she came to, staring at a brass reflection of herself. The ceiling metalwork revealed the full extent of her injuries. Her delicate champagne dress was a grotesque mess. Her neck charm mocked her, and drew her attention to blood bubbling from out her neck wound. Of its own accord, her body shook with random spasms, encouraging more blook to pour from her torso and extremities onto the carpet below. She focused on her reflection, begging consciousness not to fail her.
Where was the squadron from the Mansion? Menacing above her, now stood a blood-soaked Lycan. Its teeth bared, it bent down and maliciously took a juicy bite from her already torn abdoman. She screamed, and the eyes looking back at her were terrified, but the mouth had not moved. She only screamed again. Willing herself back into unconsciousness, she found horrified relief when she realized she had not felt any pain. Taking the solace for everything it was worth, closing her eyes, she screamed and shrieked until darkness took its final hold.
***
He did not know what to make of the Darkness. Everything was over. He had stopped screaming, but he still existed. Was this the Afterlife? He felt his body and mind were suspended as if inside a vaccuum; there was neither up nor down. Where was he? and Who?