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Vampiro was sitting in a dark room somewhere laughing to himself over the look on Sting's face. He then felt as if something flipped his hair. Standing to look around, he saw nothing.
"Just the mind playing tricks." He then felt a hand grab the back of his neck. The pressure dropped him to his knees. Any attempt to move caused nails to bite into his skin.
"Wh... who are you? What do you want?" His voice began to shake, a mix of fear and respect.
"You attacked one of my wards…you will feel the same pain firsthand…bottom feeder." Came the distinctly cold voice of The Shadow, though if he did manage to turn he would have seen the same woman just attacked an hour or so ago. The only difference was her skin was paler & her eyes glowed of a dark light.
"I knew you were expecting Sting, now you have bigger problems than just him." Vampiro could feel a breath on his skin as his captor took a few breaths. "Fear…what a wonderful emotion...vampire." The last word was spat, indicating it was foul, just to say it. The pressure on Vampiro's neck vanished. He turned quickly to grab at whatever was there, but he only caught thin air. Running a finger along his neck, he felt five tiny welts forming, the contact made him wince…Were the stories true?
(Tit for Tat….the games begin. Please review)
Vampiro was sitting in a dark room somewhere laughing to himself over the look on Sting's face. He then felt as if something flipped his hair. Standing to look around, he saw nothing.
"Just the mind playing tricks." He then felt a hand grab the back of his neck. The pressure dropped him to his knees. Any attempt to move caused nails to bite into his skin.
"Wh... who are you? What do you want?" His voice began to shake, a mix of fear and respect.
"You attacked one of my wards…you will feel the same pain firsthand…bottom feeder." Came the distinctly cold voice of The Shadow, though if he did manage to turn he would have seen the same woman just attacked an hour or so ago. The only difference was her skin was paler & her eyes glowed of a dark light.
"I knew you were expecting Sting, now you have bigger problems than just him." Vampiro could feel a breath on his skin as his captor took a few breaths. "Fear…what a wonderful emotion...vampire." The last word was spat, indicating it was foul, just to say it. The pressure on Vampiro's neck vanished. He turned quickly to grab at whatever was there, but he only caught thin air. Running a finger along his neck, he felt five tiny welts forming, the contact made him wince…Were the stories true?
(Tit for Tat….the games begin. Please review)