OMG!!! SECOND-TO-LAST CHAPTER!!!! YAY!!!!!! *pats self on back*
I'M NOT TOO GOOD AT DRAMATIC FIGHT SCENES, SO THIS IS MY ATTEMPT. SORRY IF IT'S ICKY. KEEP UP THE REVIEWS!!
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Ryan's House (cont.)
Ryan threw himself through the scant space dividing him from one very angry vampire. Who had a sword to Ryan's throat. Slipping to the right, Ryan had come out of it with only a thin mark across half of his neck. At least his head was still attached.
Angelus slid gracefully to the left away from Ryan's outstrected hands; swinging the sword around to rest it diagonally across his chest and assumed vamp-face. Why is this miscreant trying to fight me? Angelus couldn't help smile as the thought crossed his mind and he instinctively caught Ryan's fist as it flew for his face, crushing the delicate bones like so many twigs.
Kitara looked up and saw Angelus catch Ryan's hand. She tried to think of why Ryan would even attempt to fight, but as it hurt to think, she let her head rest agin on something soft behind her. Isis Hallowell had placed her hands behind her friends head, cushoning her. Come on Kit..you can make it. But looking around, the amount of blood on the floor seemed to disagree with her. Quietly, the witch closed her eyes and focused on easing Kitara's headache. Only when Kitara had begun to breathe easy and relax did Isis open her eyes again. When she did it was to see Angelus whirl Ryan around and floor him with a vicious right cross. ------------------------------ The punch landed squarely on the side of Ryan's face, sending the battered man sprawling to the hardwood floor after tripping over a loveseat. Only when Angelus had time to breathe did he realized he had a tearing gash across his right shoulder. Said gash, once acknowledged, began to bleed and sting like a mother-plucker, making the vampire snarl. The ridges crossing his face grew deeper, his eyes flaring a piercing shade of gold, he gathered himself again and looked at Isis and Kitara. She was healing Kitara's headache; putting her to sleep. Good. He thought. She won't see me kill him. Powerful arms reached around Ryan and threw him into a corner table, splitting the wood and shattering the flower vase upon it. Ryan screamed as the glass cut into his back. Prying his eyes open through thick tears, he looked up at the towering figure approaching him. Unconcious please for help escaped his cracked and bleeding lips. This triggered a short, evil laugh from the standing vampire. Ryan closed his eyes and turned away, silently crying. Angelus knelt to Ryan's left, taunting him with his laughter. The red streak on the young man's face had begun to trickle, spuring the vamp into spasms of hunger. Tilting his head slightly, the vampire placed his cool lips to Ryan's shaking throat...but didn't bite. Instead, Angelus teased the man, drawing his tounge across the wound, cleaning up the mess. Placing his sword next to him, Angelus took the packet of red powder out of a pocket. "Ryan. Ryan! Hey shit-wad! Look at me." The young man sat up, willing himself to be brave...until he saw the powder. "No..no you don't...no..PLEASE!" With a malicious laugh, Angelus raised his mouth to the powder and pursed his lips, ready to send the mystical substance directly into Ryan's helpless face. "Angelus! No! We need him alive." A snarl escaped as the vampire turned around. Wesley was standing with Isis, who held Kitara's head still in her hands. The concerned look Wesley held on his face caused a jolt of fear through the vampire's heart. Punching Ryan one more time, knocking him out, he slipped out of vamp- face and took a closer look at Kitara. She was deadly pale and her beathing was shallow. Her chest barely moved. Angelus noted for the first time the blood around the house. Apparently the jerk off hadn't bothered to bandage her shoulder, and she had bled profusly around the living room and kitchen. The tall vampire looked up at Wesley, then to Isis who was grave and filled with worry for her friend. ------------------------------ Wesley had come at the right time. He had gone to the Hotel to look for the rest of them and had found the remains of thier research. Thinking fast, Wes had run to his car and, breaking maybe six traffic laws, sped here. Just in time. As he had reached the door, Wesley had balked at the sight that lay before him. Furniture was knocked about, glass had been shattered. Isis sat on an arm of a couch off to the side, cradling something in her arms, crying softly with her eyes closed. Looking across the room, following the trail of glass and furniture, he saw Angelus pinning Ryan against the wall, sword by his side holding a hand in front of Ryan's face. That's when he shouted.
That move had saved Ryan's life. Something Wes really didn't want to do considering what the twerp had put them all through. He had been going to tell them about the curse, that they can't kill the demon. And now he could. Thank God! Eternal torment is never good. The Watcher returned his gaze to the vampire standing before him. Angelus needed not to ask. "If we don't get her to a hospital..." Wesley didn't finish. The vampire leaned forward and took Kitara Swiftwind in his arms. "Thanks Wes. Isis. Really. Now let's go." Wesley helped Isis to her feet and they silently followed Angelus to the GTO waiting out front. "Saint Catharine's is only a couple blocks from here. Meet me." With that, the engine roared to life, and the car pulled away. Wesley had turned to get into his car when he heard a sound from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Isis. Silently crying her eyes out. Wesley held her for a long time before they took off for St. Catharine's.
I'M NOT TOO GOOD AT DRAMATIC FIGHT SCENES, SO THIS IS MY ATTEMPT. SORRY IF IT'S ICKY. KEEP UP THE REVIEWS!!
ENJOY!
Ryan's House (cont.)
Ryan threw himself through the scant space dividing him from one very angry vampire. Who had a sword to Ryan's throat. Slipping to the right, Ryan had come out of it with only a thin mark across half of his neck. At least his head was still attached.
Angelus slid gracefully to the left away from Ryan's outstrected hands; swinging the sword around to rest it diagonally across his chest and assumed vamp-face. Why is this miscreant trying to fight me? Angelus couldn't help smile as the thought crossed his mind and he instinctively caught Ryan's fist as it flew for his face, crushing the delicate bones like so many twigs.
Kitara looked up and saw Angelus catch Ryan's hand. She tried to think of why Ryan would even attempt to fight, but as it hurt to think, she let her head rest agin on something soft behind her. Isis Hallowell had placed her hands behind her friends head, cushoning her. Come on Kit..you can make it. But looking around, the amount of blood on the floor seemed to disagree with her. Quietly, the witch closed her eyes and focused on easing Kitara's headache. Only when Kitara had begun to breathe easy and relax did Isis open her eyes again. When she did it was to see Angelus whirl Ryan around and floor him with a vicious right cross. ------------------------------ The punch landed squarely on the side of Ryan's face, sending the battered man sprawling to the hardwood floor after tripping over a loveseat. Only when Angelus had time to breathe did he realized he had a tearing gash across his right shoulder. Said gash, once acknowledged, began to bleed and sting like a mother-plucker, making the vampire snarl. The ridges crossing his face grew deeper, his eyes flaring a piercing shade of gold, he gathered himself again and looked at Isis and Kitara. She was healing Kitara's headache; putting her to sleep. Good. He thought. She won't see me kill him. Powerful arms reached around Ryan and threw him into a corner table, splitting the wood and shattering the flower vase upon it. Ryan screamed as the glass cut into his back. Prying his eyes open through thick tears, he looked up at the towering figure approaching him. Unconcious please for help escaped his cracked and bleeding lips. This triggered a short, evil laugh from the standing vampire. Ryan closed his eyes and turned away, silently crying. Angelus knelt to Ryan's left, taunting him with his laughter. The red streak on the young man's face had begun to trickle, spuring the vamp into spasms of hunger. Tilting his head slightly, the vampire placed his cool lips to Ryan's shaking throat...but didn't bite. Instead, Angelus teased the man, drawing his tounge across the wound, cleaning up the mess. Placing his sword next to him, Angelus took the packet of red powder out of a pocket. "Ryan. Ryan! Hey shit-wad! Look at me." The young man sat up, willing himself to be brave...until he saw the powder. "No..no you don't...no..PLEASE!" With a malicious laugh, Angelus raised his mouth to the powder and pursed his lips, ready to send the mystical substance directly into Ryan's helpless face. "Angelus! No! We need him alive." A snarl escaped as the vampire turned around. Wesley was standing with Isis, who held Kitara's head still in her hands. The concerned look Wesley held on his face caused a jolt of fear through the vampire's heart. Punching Ryan one more time, knocking him out, he slipped out of vamp- face and took a closer look at Kitara. She was deadly pale and her beathing was shallow. Her chest barely moved. Angelus noted for the first time the blood around the house. Apparently the jerk off hadn't bothered to bandage her shoulder, and she had bled profusly around the living room and kitchen. The tall vampire looked up at Wesley, then to Isis who was grave and filled with worry for her friend. ------------------------------ Wesley had come at the right time. He had gone to the Hotel to look for the rest of them and had found the remains of thier research. Thinking fast, Wes had run to his car and, breaking maybe six traffic laws, sped here. Just in time. As he had reached the door, Wesley had balked at the sight that lay before him. Furniture was knocked about, glass had been shattered. Isis sat on an arm of a couch off to the side, cradling something in her arms, crying softly with her eyes closed. Looking across the room, following the trail of glass and furniture, he saw Angelus pinning Ryan against the wall, sword by his side holding a hand in front of Ryan's face. That's when he shouted.
That move had saved Ryan's life. Something Wes really didn't want to do considering what the twerp had put them all through. He had been going to tell them about the curse, that they can't kill the demon. And now he could. Thank God! Eternal torment is never good. The Watcher returned his gaze to the vampire standing before him. Angelus needed not to ask. "If we don't get her to a hospital..." Wesley didn't finish. The vampire leaned forward and took Kitara Swiftwind in his arms. "Thanks Wes. Isis. Really. Now let's go." Wesley helped Isis to her feet and they silently followed Angelus to the GTO waiting out front. "Saint Catharine's is only a couple blocks from here. Meet me." With that, the engine roared to life, and the car pulled away. Wesley had turned to get into his car when he heard a sound from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Isis. Silently crying her eyes out. Wesley held her for a long time before they took off for St. Catharine's.