Amira watched the vampire, frowning at the gestures. Did the shake of the monster's head mean she didn't need a healer, or was it simply a way of communicating, along with the tap at her throat, her inability to speak? Thinking it probably wouldn't be a good idea to assume anything either way, she remained still, her sword poised at the ready.
She had to admit, the frustration in the killer's face was intriguing. Interesting, that an injury could reduce the wall of ruthlessness into something this helpless. In the vampire's place, Amira thought, she'd be infuriated – with herself, and with her opponent. Considering this, she took a step back. Couldn't be too safe.
In any case, she certainly wasn't going to try to help if she wasn't sure the vampire wouldn't be able to tear out her throat. The direction of the creature's gaze didn't escape her. Amira was still in danger.
As the vampire closed her eyes, Amira lowered her sword only slightly, hoping she was just resting, or something. Who wants an unconscious vampire in her kitchen? Not Amira.
“Right. Well, feel free to leave anytime.”
An Inconsequential Arrival
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She'd love to leave. She'd love nothing more than to be far, far away from this wretched human with its wavering voice and hesitant demands. Her legs were becoming stronger, and the pain manageable, but still, she couldn't lash out, couldn't strike or kick or even overbalance herself, for fear of falling flat on her face.
So she remained she was, glaring at the human and human's sword with blatant annoyance. The sword became the focus of her anger, and the scent of the woman's blood from the cut in her hand was driving the vampire's hunger to the killing edge. It wouldn't be long now until she lost what little control she had.
She grabbed the end of the sword, gripping the blade firmly with her free hand. It cut her fingers and palm where they wrapped around the blade, but not enough for her to care. The wounds would heal, eventually. And the pain was all but washed away because of the agony twisting her stomach and lower lungs.
With a heave, she shoved the sword away from herself, intending to ram the hilt against the human and knock her to the floor.
So she remained she was, glaring at the human and human's sword with blatant annoyance. The sword became the focus of her anger, and the scent of the woman's blood from the cut in her hand was driving the vampire's hunger to the killing edge. It wouldn't be long now until she lost what little control she had.
She grabbed the end of the sword, gripping the blade firmly with her free hand. It cut her fingers and palm where they wrapped around the blade, but not enough for her to care. The wounds would heal, eventually. And the pain was all but washed away because of the agony twisting her stomach and lower lungs.
With a heave, she shoved the sword away from herself, intending to ram the hilt against the human and knock her to the floor.
The hilt slipped out of her grasp faster than she could react, and she let out a short, low gasp as it slammed into her stomach, knocking her off her feet. Her hands reached out for something to grab on to, but found nothing. As she fell, her head cracked audibly against the hard kitchen floor, rebounding painfully before falling back against the ground.
She didn't think she blacked out, although it was possible; if she did, it couldn't have been for more than a second or two. Whatever the case, presently, she stared up at the ceiling with a low groan, gulping in air to regain the breath that had been painfully knocked out of her. Her head reeling, she slowly raised herself up onto her elbows, ignoring the pain that shot up her neck.
Her vision of the vampire shifted and blurred, and she blinked a few times, trying to overcome her dizziness. Cursing softly, she looked over the spinning kitchen floor for her sword, hoping against hope that the blur of a vampire didn't already have it.
She didn't think she blacked out, although it was possible; if she did, it couldn't have been for more than a second or two. Whatever the case, presently, she stared up at the ceiling with a low groan, gulping in air to regain the breath that had been painfully knocked out of her. Her head reeling, she slowly raised herself up onto her elbows, ignoring the pain that shot up her neck.
Her vision of the vampire shifted and blurred, and she blinked a few times, trying to overcome her dizziness. Cursing softly, she looked over the spinning kitchen floor for her sword, hoping against hope that the blur of a vampire didn't already have it.
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The human went down immediately, surprised and offset by the vampire's sudden attack. Surprised enough to let go of the sword's hilt on her way down. The sudden weight shifted the sword down, which deepened the cuts in the vampire's hand, and the hilt slammed against the ground. The vampire took a moment to catch up with the movement, but her recovery time was fast enough that she wasn't worried about the human any longer. She was strong enough to lean against the wall without her arm as a support now, and so she used both hands to pull the blade up, around, and place the hilt firmly in her own grip.
It was a foreign sword with a foreign weight, and where the human might not have practiced for a while, Jenica had neglect down to an art form; she hardly remembered a single sword move. Her body remembered how to hold a sword, and that was about it.
No matter. She was now the one with the sharp metal, pointed weapon, angled down at the human. She was too far away to slit the woman's neck, which was unfortunate. She could start cutting limbs, but...no. She was stronger, in less pain, but still unbalanced enough to anything beyond holding the sword straight in front of her was too much of a complicated effort.
And so, she would wait for the woman to process her new surroundings, and wait for her own body to fully recover from the reeling pain. Already she could balance herself, with the wall for support - soon, she would be able to push off and walk.
It was a foreign sword with a foreign weight, and where the human might not have practiced for a while, Jenica had neglect down to an art form; she hardly remembered a single sword move. Her body remembered how to hold a sword, and that was about it.
No matter. She was now the one with the sharp metal, pointed weapon, angled down at the human. She was too far away to slit the woman's neck, which was unfortunate. She could start cutting limbs, but...no. She was stronger, in less pain, but still unbalanced enough to anything beyond holding the sword straight in front of her was too much of a complicated effort.
And so, she would wait for the woman to process her new surroundings, and wait for her own body to fully recover from the reeling pain. Already she could balance herself, with the wall for support - soon, she would be able to push off and walk.
Amira closed her eyes and opened them, shaking her head several times, before her vision cleared. Slowly, gritting her teeth against the sharp throbbing in her head, she turned to look at the vampire – and groaned in frustration. Amira's own sword, her only advantage (not that it had been much use so far), was pointing right at her, the hilt gripped in the vampire's hands.
It wasn't that that bothered her, though, so much as the sight of that sword, the sword she'd carried all this way, was in those hands, would perhaps stay there. One of the only remnants of her past life, of her family, and it was in the hands of a monster. Slowly, she stood, grunting with exertion as she pushed herself to her feet. Swaying slightly, dizzily, she glared at the vampire, fingering the ring that she wore on her right thumb.
“Give it back,” she whispered. “Give it back, or I swear I'll kill you.” She took a step forward, readying her leg muscles to kick or run, if necessary.
It wasn't that that bothered her, though, so much as the sight of that sword, the sword she'd carried all this way, was in those hands, would perhaps stay there. One of the only remnants of her past life, of her family, and it was in the hands of a monster. Slowly, she stood, grunting with exertion as she pushed herself to her feet. Swaying slightly, dizzily, she glared at the vampire, fingering the ring that she wore on her right thumb.
“Give it back,” she whispered. “Give it back, or I swear I'll kill you.” She took a step forward, readying her leg muscles to kick or run, if necessary.
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The human had an emotional attachment to the sword. Jenica remembered, long ago, that she'd once felt that way about a blade. She couldn't even remember what kind of blade she'd had now. It was irrelevant.
But the human now standing and threatening her did matter - to a degree. There wasn't much the human could do, dizzy as she was. Jenica found the whole situation painfully hilarious. She was stronger by the second, able to stand balance her own weight, and now had the weapon.
The vampire shoved away from the wall, ignoring the painful clenching in her stomach, and levelled the sword at the woman's chest. This woman was no fool; Jenica could lean forward and run her through, if she so chose. But this woman was invigorated by the fires of passion, memory, and attachment. It made for an interesting kind of rage.
"Stand down."
It ached in her throat to speak. Her voice was worse than before. But she needed to communicate the lost cause to this woman. She moved forward until the blade just pressed into the woman's collarbone. Her own blood from her cut hand - a vampire's blood - slickened the hilt in her hand, and she clenched her fist to maintain the grip.
"Or die."
The eyes were bloodshot-red, filled with hate and rage and maybe some pain. This was no bluff.
But the human now standing and threatening her did matter - to a degree. There wasn't much the human could do, dizzy as she was. Jenica found the whole situation painfully hilarious. She was stronger by the second, able to stand balance her own weight, and now had the weapon.
The vampire shoved away from the wall, ignoring the painful clenching in her stomach, and levelled the sword at the woman's chest. This woman was no fool; Jenica could lean forward and run her through, if she so chose. But this woman was invigorated by the fires of passion, memory, and attachment. It made for an interesting kind of rage.
"Stand down."
It ached in her throat to speak. Her voice was worse than before. But she needed to communicate the lost cause to this woman. She moved forward until the blade just pressed into the woman's collarbone. Her own blood from her cut hand - a vampire's blood - slickened the hilt in her hand, and she clenched her fist to maintain the grip.
"Or die."
The eyes were bloodshot-red, filled with hate and rage and maybe some pain. This was no bluff.
There was no mistaking the seriousness in the vampire's voice. If Amira made a wrong move, she was going to die right here. This, however, was not just any sword, not just any material possession. If she was going to keep any semblance of sanity in this forsaken city, she had to hold on to the blade.
Besides, she reasoned, if she did in fact stand down, the vampire was just going to kill her anyway, right? Wouldn't it be much more painful to die by a vampire's fangs than to die by a sword? What reason did she have, then, to give up? None.
What was there to do, though? The blade was at Amira's chest, and any false move could anger the vampire for her to skewer Amira. Anything she could do would have to be fast. At that moment, in the second of hesitation between action and acquiescence, Amira saw the vampire's tight grip on the blood-slickened sword. Perhaps...there wasn't much hope, but there lay her only chance.
She opened her mouth as if to answer, then leaned back, swinging her leg around to connect with the sword. She didn't much think she would succeed in knocking it away. If she didn't, she knew the vampire would attack. If she did, the sword was on the ground, and the vampire could still get it back – and probably would. But what choice did she have?
Either way, this was going to hurt.
Besides, she reasoned, if she did in fact stand down, the vampire was just going to kill her anyway, right? Wouldn't it be much more painful to die by a vampire's fangs than to die by a sword? What reason did she have, then, to give up? None.
What was there to do, though? The blade was at Amira's chest, and any false move could anger the vampire for her to skewer Amira. Anything she could do would have to be fast. At that moment, in the second of hesitation between action and acquiescence, Amira saw the vampire's tight grip on the blood-slickened sword. Perhaps...there wasn't much hope, but there lay her only chance.
She opened her mouth as if to answer, then leaned back, swinging her leg around to connect with the sword. She didn't much think she would succeed in knocking it away. If she didn't, she knew the vampire would attack. If she did, the sword was on the ground, and the vampire could still get it back – and probably would. But what choice did she have?
Either way, this was going to hurt.
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Every second Jenica felt more confident, more like the predator she was. Her prey was helpless now, standing before her in all its trembling glory. She might not have to come back later; she might just be able to finish this now.
Then the human kicked her hand. Under normal circumstances, this would've amused the vampire to no end - cute little human, trying to kick the sword away. But the hilt was slick enough, due to her own blood, that when the sword twisted due to the power of the kick, it kept right on twisting despite the vampire's best efforts to maintain her hold. Off it flew, across the room, to clatter against the wall and then ground. Now they were both unarmed.
It took the vampire several moments to understand that the sword was no longer in her hand. Another moment, for the rage to rise and boil within her, sliding along her spine until it erupted through her brain. She turned her eyes to the human, snarled, pulled her fist back, and aimed squarely for the human's cheek. If she connected, the human's face would be covered in Jenica's blood as it splattered out from her cut palm.
Then the human kicked her hand. Under normal circumstances, this would've amused the vampire to no end - cute little human, trying to kick the sword away. But the hilt was slick enough, due to her own blood, that when the sword twisted due to the power of the kick, it kept right on twisting despite the vampire's best efforts to maintain her hold. Off it flew, across the room, to clatter against the wall and then ground. Now they were both unarmed.
It took the vampire several moments to understand that the sword was no longer in her hand. Another moment, for the rage to rise and boil within her, sliding along her spine until it erupted through her brain. She turned her eyes to the human, snarled, pulled her fist back, and aimed squarely for the human's cheek. If she connected, the human's face would be covered in Jenica's blood as it splattered out from her cut palm.
Amira honestly hadn't expect her effort to produce any results, and she watched, stunned as the sword flew to one side. If she hurried, she might be able to grab it, she mused. However, that would mean turning her back to the vampire, as well as giving her a chance to run for the weapon as well. Amira grudgingly admitted that in a race for the blade, the vampire would win. For now, it was safest on the ground, away from the monster.
As she stared, shocked, at the sword on the floor, she completely forgot to watch the vampire, so it came as an utter surprise as the fist connected with her cheek. Knuckles connected with cheekbone with bruising force, bone grinding against bone as Amira's head snapped back at the force of the blow. The pain that had pulsed at her temples since she'd fallen flared dangerously, and she clamped her teeth together to keep from crying out.
Worse, she cringed as she felt a wet stickiness cover her face, plastering some of her hair to her cheeks. The vampire's blood slid slowly, sickeningly down her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. Amira shuddered. Then, a rage nowhere near that of the monster's flashing in her eyes, her fist flew at that detestable face in a return blow.
As she stared, shocked, at the sword on the floor, she completely forgot to watch the vampire, so it came as an utter surprise as the fist connected with her cheek. Knuckles connected with cheekbone with bruising force, bone grinding against bone as Amira's head snapped back at the force of the blow. The pain that had pulsed at her temples since she'd fallen flared dangerously, and she clamped her teeth together to keep from crying out.
Worse, she cringed as she felt a wet stickiness cover her face, plastering some of her hair to her cheeks. The vampire's blood slid slowly, sickeningly down her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. Amira shuddered. Then, a rage nowhere near that of the monster's flashing in her eyes, her fist flew at that detestable face in a return blow.
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Now the human fought back out of instinct, reflex, and insult. No one liked to be punched in the face. Though from the human's look of disgust, she considered the blood worse.
Jenica hadn't realized that the cut was deep enough to splatter on impact. Even now, she felt the flesh trying to mend itself, but she was running low on natural resources - her body had turned its attention to the damage in her abdomen, leaving her palm with an open gash that continued to ooze precious blood down her fingers. She was a mess again, covered in her own blood and not another's for once. She wondered what her sire would think of her appearance.
She didn't care.
A fist flew toward her face, and she reached up with her unscarred hand to catch the flying skin before it connected with her body and caused more injury. If she succeeded, she would squeeze the fingers to crushing point, face blank to the point of dead, and watch her prey writhe. She loved to feel superior. She loved to watch their pain.
And then she would twist the hand back, causing more pain just short of snapping the bone, and she would continue until the human was on her knees, possibly crying or begging for mercy. The vampire's bloody hand would rise, then, and stroke the woman's cheek, so tender and sweet a move. And then the vampire would chuckle, a cat pawing at a mouse with a broken leg, because it was all just a game after all.
Of course, if she failed, she would be punched in the face.
Jenica hadn't realized that the cut was deep enough to splatter on impact. Even now, she felt the flesh trying to mend itself, but she was running low on natural resources - her body had turned its attention to the damage in her abdomen, leaving her palm with an open gash that continued to ooze precious blood down her fingers. She was a mess again, covered in her own blood and not another's for once. She wondered what her sire would think of her appearance.
She didn't care.
A fist flew toward her face, and she reached up with her unscarred hand to catch the flying skin before it connected with her body and caused more injury. If she succeeded, she would squeeze the fingers to crushing point, face blank to the point of dead, and watch her prey writhe. She loved to feel superior. She loved to watch their pain.
And then she would twist the hand back, causing more pain just short of snapping the bone, and she would continue until the human was on her knees, possibly crying or begging for mercy. The vampire's bloody hand would rise, then, and stroke the woman's cheek, so tender and sweet a move. And then the vampire would chuckle, a cat pawing at a mouse with a broken leg, because it was all just a game after all.
Of course, if she failed, she would be punched in the face.
Amira let out a short, sharp gasp as the vampire's hand closed around hers, tightening vice-like around her fingers. The pain sliced from her fingertips to her wrist, as if reaching up through the bones themselves. The owner of the hand looked up at the vampire and observed the blank, expressionless face with a dull feeling of disgust. Anyone who could inflict pain like this and not betray any feelings of remorse, any feelings at all, was the most repulsive kind of monster.
She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a breath through her gritted teeth. For all that she'd trained as a fighter, she'd never been in a position like this, never had pain like this inflicted upon her. Her body didn't know how to handle it. Every muscle screamed at her to run, to pull away, but she couldn't, not with the vampire holding her this tightly, both physically and through the immobilizing pain.
Her eyes flew open as the vampire twisted her hand back, and she let out a startled sob. Her vision blurred at the edges, and the incalculable pains in her wrist and her head took turns at stabbing at her, overwhelming her with their intensity. Occasionally, a grunt of pain escaped her trembling lips, followed by several quick, shallow, heaving breaths as she fought the urge to slip away again, to escape the pain. It wasn't long before her shaking legs collapsed, and she fell to her knees, letting out a gasp as the fall jarred her from the legs up.
It wasn't long before tears mixed with the blood on her cheeks, and she let out a low sob of agony. “Please...” she whispered.
She shivered at the touch of the hand, so gentle against her face, and resisted the urge to flinch away. She didn't want this...this thing touching her like that. It was worse than the pain.
What infuriated her was the laugh, the chuckle that rumbled against Amira's soft, constant sobs. The pain, the torture – Amira was suffering like she never had, save in her dreams, and this monster was laughing at her. At that moment, she wanted to cause the vampire just as much pain as Amira herself was suffering. She would have killed for a chance to see the vampire squirm with agony, to hear her crying out for relief. Amira wasn't the vindictive sort, by any means.
But she had never hated anyone more.
She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a breath through her gritted teeth. For all that she'd trained as a fighter, she'd never been in a position like this, never had pain like this inflicted upon her. Her body didn't know how to handle it. Every muscle screamed at her to run, to pull away, but she couldn't, not with the vampire holding her this tightly, both physically and through the immobilizing pain.
Her eyes flew open as the vampire twisted her hand back, and she let out a startled sob. Her vision blurred at the edges, and the incalculable pains in her wrist and her head took turns at stabbing at her, overwhelming her with their intensity. Occasionally, a grunt of pain escaped her trembling lips, followed by several quick, shallow, heaving breaths as she fought the urge to slip away again, to escape the pain. It wasn't long before her shaking legs collapsed, and she fell to her knees, letting out a gasp as the fall jarred her from the legs up.
It wasn't long before tears mixed with the blood on her cheeks, and she let out a low sob of agony. “Please...” she whispered.
She shivered at the touch of the hand, so gentle against her face, and resisted the urge to flinch away. She didn't want this...this thing touching her like that. It was worse than the pain.
What infuriated her was the laugh, the chuckle that rumbled against Amira's soft, constant sobs. The pain, the torture – Amira was suffering like she never had, save in her dreams, and this monster was laughing at her. At that moment, she wanted to cause the vampire just as much pain as Amira herself was suffering. She would have killed for a chance to see the vampire squirm with agony, to hear her crying out for relief. Amira wasn't the vindictive sort, by any means.
But she had never hated anyone more.
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Now the human writhed, pleaded, knelt before her from the pain. All so close to breaking point, and what a nice little game this had become. Jenica swelled from the power she held. All humans had this breaking point within them, even the fighters.
Delicious.
The vampire's fingers swept through the tears and blood covering the human's face. It wasn't the human's blood, though. Still, it was intoxicating in its own way, the scent of blood flowing through her nostrils and making her hungrier by the second.
Now the hunger rose, delighting in the woman's pain, but also craving the woman's death. It had settled in her abdomen before, but now it was an active force, writhing within her body and screaming to be fed.
The vampire raised her fingers, stained with her own blood and the human's tears, and sucked the moisture off. It was an appetizer, the prequel to the lovely banquet squirming in agony before her. Even the shadows twitched as Jenica raised the human's hand, perhaps pulling the woman along for the ride, and eyed the bare skin by the wrist. Perfect for drinking, and less hair in one's face.
The vampire opened her mouth, drew the wrist near. Fangs prepared to rip a chunk of flesh away and drink the flowing blood underneath the skin.
Delicious.
The vampire's fingers swept through the tears and blood covering the human's face. It wasn't the human's blood, though. Still, it was intoxicating in its own way, the scent of blood flowing through her nostrils and making her hungrier by the second.
Now the hunger rose, delighting in the woman's pain, but also craving the woman's death. It had settled in her abdomen before, but now it was an active force, writhing within her body and screaming to be fed.
The vampire raised her fingers, stained with her own blood and the human's tears, and sucked the moisture off. It was an appetizer, the prequel to the lovely banquet squirming in agony before her. Even the shadows twitched as Jenica raised the human's hand, perhaps pulling the woman along for the ride, and eyed the bare skin by the wrist. Perfect for drinking, and less hair in one's face.
The vampire opened her mouth, drew the wrist near. Fangs prepared to rip a chunk of flesh away and drink the flowing blood underneath the skin.
Despite the unbelievable pain, Amira managed to curl her lip in disgust as the vampire stroked her face. The touch of the monster's flesh against hers would have been repulsive even without the blood that slid across Amira's skin in the wake of the fingers. Worse, it wasn't her blood, but the vampire's, and the mere thought of that creature's life coating her face made bile tickle the back of her throat.
She stumbled slightly, grunting in pain and exhaustion, as the vampire pulled her off her knees. Was that it? Was it over, just like this? She saw the hunger in the vampire's eyes, and only an idiot wouldn't have realized what the proximity of that mouth to the pulse in Amira's wrist meant. She wondered how long it would take to die, and just how painful it would be.
Would she feel the life slipping away, her veins screaming for blood even as they collapsed?
She couldn't just watch as the vampire sunk her fangs into Amira's flesh. She had no sword, and she was reeling in pain and disorientation, but she'd fought too hard to just let herself die. Even more, she'd come too far and run too long to meet this fate in a place she'd thought was her refuge. Swaying dangerously on her half-bent legs, she lashed out with her free hand at the vampire's abdomen, her fingers curling viciously as they sought the already-injured flesh.
She stumbled slightly, grunting in pain and exhaustion, as the vampire pulled her off her knees. Was that it? Was it over, just like this? She saw the hunger in the vampire's eyes, and only an idiot wouldn't have realized what the proximity of that mouth to the pulse in Amira's wrist meant. She wondered how long it would take to die, and just how painful it would be.
Would she feel the life slipping away, her veins screaming for blood even as they collapsed?
She couldn't just watch as the vampire sunk her fangs into Amira's flesh. She had no sword, and she was reeling in pain and disorientation, but she'd fought too hard to just let herself die. Even more, she'd come too far and run too long to meet this fate in a place she'd thought was her refuge. Swaying dangerously on her half-bent legs, she lashed out with her free hand at the vampire's abdomen, her fingers curling viciously as they sought the already-injured flesh.
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Jenica was too close, and too absorbed in her bloodlust, to even notice the woman's attack. What she did register were the black dots of pain exploding across her vision, as the shockwave from the woman's punch reached her brain. Jenica still wasn't repaired enough, internally, to scream or even cry out, but her body's reflexes responded just the same. She doubled over and stumbled back, both hands grasping her abdomen as the pain from before doubled and redoubled due to the newer damage. The dots swarmed her vision, clouding her focus, and she couldn't see the human anymore.
Her back slammed into the doorframe she'd leaned against previously, and she leaned her full weight against it as her legs buckled and she slid to the floor. It was a battle, as she fought to remain upright, but she lost within moments. Her body could bear no more of this torment, and it was in full rebellion.
She blinked continuously, trying to clear her eyes, but the world remained veiled. The human could've left, for all she knew. But this one was a fighter, and would want revenge for the injury. This one would go for the sword.
Now her palms felt damp, sticky, and cold. She couldn't see what it was, but her senses screamed at her all the same: her own blood, more of it, staining her shirt. This human had managed to rupture her scarred stomach wounds. It was the vampire's own fault, for not allowing them to heal properly, but she knew nothing but the rage toward her own betrayer of a body.
She was in trouble now. She wondered if this human was the bleeding heart type - the type who would feel concern for an injured animal, even if it had just bitten her...or nearly twisted her hand off. The vampire was blind for the moment, and limited in her options; the bloodlust was raging through her body and skull, more powerful by the second, but her body was shutting down for its own reasons, in its own desperation for her to stay still, stop moving, and let it do its job. Now was not the time, though. This place was wrong. But her body didn't care. It had finally gotten what it wanted - her stillness - and she would have to wait until it was ready to move again.
Which, judging from the rolling pain, wasn't soon.
Her back slammed into the doorframe she'd leaned against previously, and she leaned her full weight against it as her legs buckled and she slid to the floor. It was a battle, as she fought to remain upright, but she lost within moments. Her body could bear no more of this torment, and it was in full rebellion.
She blinked continuously, trying to clear her eyes, but the world remained veiled. The human could've left, for all she knew. But this one was a fighter, and would want revenge for the injury. This one would go for the sword.
Now her palms felt damp, sticky, and cold. She couldn't see what it was, but her senses screamed at her all the same: her own blood, more of it, staining her shirt. This human had managed to rupture her scarred stomach wounds. It was the vampire's own fault, for not allowing them to heal properly, but she knew nothing but the rage toward her own betrayer of a body.
She was in trouble now. She wondered if this human was the bleeding heart type - the type who would feel concern for an injured animal, even if it had just bitten her...or nearly twisted her hand off. The vampire was blind for the moment, and limited in her options; the bloodlust was raging through her body and skull, more powerful by the second, but her body was shutting down for its own reasons, in its own desperation for her to stay still, stop moving, and let it do its job. Now was not the time, though. This place was wrong. But her body didn't care. It had finally gotten what it wanted - her stillness - and she would have to wait until it was ready to move again.
Which, judging from the rolling pain, wasn't soon.
Amira stumbled backwards as the vampire released her hand, pulling her wrist to her chest and cradling it there. She stood there for a moment, nursing the pain and watching as the ruthless killer silently slid to the ground.
She stood like that for a few moments, watching, before instinct took over and she went after her sword. It lay on the ground, the hilt smeared with the vampire's blood, the blade with hers. Eyeing the vampire cautiously, she gingerly picked up the weapon with her left hand, as her sword hand was hanging painfully limp. She drew the flat of the blade against her leggings to wipe it clean, then rubbed the sleeve of her injured sword arm carefully against the hilt to rub off the blood which slickened it.
That done, she turned to consider the monster on her floor, her eyes flicking to the blood on the vampire's hands and shirt. The injury Amira had inflicted was serious, then, and obviously painful. She doubted her attacker would be getting up any time soon.
For a moment, she considered making sure that the vampire would never get up at all. She could walk over and press her foot to the bloody abdomen, and press down on the wounds until the pain was unbearable. She could watch the vampire writhe, and wait for a cry of pain, a cry for mercy, before she ran the monster through with her sword.
The thought lasted mere seconds. She was not the vengeful type, she had to admit, and she couldn't imagine herself seriously causing anyone – even a monster like the one in her house – such agony. Nevertheless, she cared for her own survival, and killing the vampire could be the only way to save herself. Even if the creature left now, she could return, and Amira didn't much think she wanted to fight this battle again.
She marched to the vampire's side and extended her sword, pressing the tip against the tender abdomen and not caring if it nicked the flesh. “I could kill you right now,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “but I'm going to give you a choice. If there's somewhere you can go to heal, and it's not too far, you may be able to persuade me to take you there. Maybe. Or I can toss you out into the street, and you can crawl off and die, for all I care, as long as you never come back. If you can't give me your word that you won't return here, I can kill you right now.” Unable to resist her darker instincts, she nudged the vampire's abdomen roughly with her toe. “I'd be doing you a favor.”
She stood like that for a few moments, watching, before instinct took over and she went after her sword. It lay on the ground, the hilt smeared with the vampire's blood, the blade with hers. Eyeing the vampire cautiously, she gingerly picked up the weapon with her left hand, as her sword hand was hanging painfully limp. She drew the flat of the blade against her leggings to wipe it clean, then rubbed the sleeve of her injured sword arm carefully against the hilt to rub off the blood which slickened it.
That done, she turned to consider the monster on her floor, her eyes flicking to the blood on the vampire's hands and shirt. The injury Amira had inflicted was serious, then, and obviously painful. She doubted her attacker would be getting up any time soon.
For a moment, she considered making sure that the vampire would never get up at all. She could walk over and press her foot to the bloody abdomen, and press down on the wounds until the pain was unbearable. She could watch the vampire writhe, and wait for a cry of pain, a cry for mercy, before she ran the monster through with her sword.
The thought lasted mere seconds. She was not the vengeful type, she had to admit, and she couldn't imagine herself seriously causing anyone – even a monster like the one in her house – such agony. Nevertheless, she cared for her own survival, and killing the vampire could be the only way to save herself. Even if the creature left now, she could return, and Amira didn't much think she wanted to fight this battle again.
She marched to the vampire's side and extended her sword, pressing the tip against the tender abdomen and not caring if it nicked the flesh. “I could kill you right now,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “but I'm going to give you a choice. If there's somewhere you can go to heal, and it's not too far, you may be able to persuade me to take you there. Maybe. Or I can toss you out into the street, and you can crawl off and die, for all I care, as long as you never come back. If you can't give me your word that you won't return here, I can kill you right now.” Unable to resist her darker instincts, she nudged the vampire's abdomen roughly with her toe. “I'd be doing you a favor.”