02-20-2005, 02:31 PM
De's eyes had focused on the not so good Doctor for a few moments before it caught him. He'd spent most of his life learning how to conquer his fears so he didn't have many left to confront, but the gas seeped into the deepest regions of him and slowly but surely brought forth one he wasn't even aware he had. He was able to hear and understand the first few words Kei had spoken.....but his attention was then quickly pulled away.
Most of the time he called it "the tingle". A feeling he got whenever a vampire or demon was near. But in this moment it had suddenly a become a full fledged buzz. He whipped around in a flash, his right hand quickly drawing his gun from it's holster at the small of his back, it's barrel pointing at a spot on the far wall. Something was there. He was sure of it. What it was he didn't know.....but something was definately there.
"Hold the fort luvs. Be right back..."
He said as he took a cautious step forward. Then another. And another. Whatever it was it had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end and was making his little curlies lay straight. Bullets by and large didn't do much in the way of killing the types of things he dealt with, but they sure as hell helped when it came to slowing something down. He had eight in the mag, one in the pipe, and another three clips in his pockets. Whatever it was it was going to feel a world of hurt if it didn't show itself soon.
But De should have learned a long time ago to be careful what he wished for. Just as he was about to vocalize his request a figure stepped forth from the shadows. She was small, lithe, and deathly pale. And she was just as he remembered her. Cute, in that kiddish sort of way, for she was after all only twelve. But worse yet, she was very familar. Extremely familar to be honest, in possesion of a face he could never forget. Lilly white skin contrasted against dark, wavy brown hair. Lips containing just a hint of blue as if they had been kissed by the essence of cold itself. A small, slightly angled nose parting a pair of round auburn eyes. No matter how cliche it sounds, you never forget your first.
If only he knew her name.....
"Hallo baby....." she greeted him, bringing her hands up to rest low on her cheeks. The pinkies slowly rubbing over her bottom lip. "....did ya miss me?"
"Like the Clap luv. Like the Clap...."
She smiled a sinister smile as she slowly strode forward, other shapes moving in the shadows behind her. De leveled his gun with her chest. The same chest into which he'd driven a stake more than a decade earlier. But she simply continued to smile as her footsteps carried her ever closer, each inch causing him to squeeze the trigger just a little more.
"I thought ya might feel that way baby." she said in a voice just dripping with lust. "That's why I brought some friends. Thought maybe we could all have a bit of fun..."
Normally De would have made some witty comment or penile joke in responce to such a set up, but found himself lacking as the shapes that had been swimming in the darkness behind her found their shape and came forth. En masse. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, and various humans all came towards him from the dark folds of the room. But not just behind her as he thought they would, no. From the corners of his eyes he caught movement and slowly swept the barrel of his gun around the room as he watched the faces of a hundred dead begin their walk towards him. Evil smiles on the faces of those who could smile. Evil gazes in the eyes of those who could not.
As he finished his turn coming back to face the rear of the room his eyes settled on where the young vampiress from his past should have been...but alas.....she was not there. The creatures that had appeared behind her were....but she.....
The thought itself was cut short as De suddenly felt....something. It was...new....in a way. He'd felt pain many many time before, but this was.....different. It was much like being stabbed but the blade had to much girth and was much to warm. This was no cold peice of steel that had impaled him. He felt his chest flinch and tremble as a cough welled up in this throat, finally escaping his mouth. As if in slow motion his eyes panned down to the source of this sensation, finding not only it.....but the cute little face he remembered from long ago. A face connected to a body. A body which had a hand. A hand that was holding the wooden stake that had been plunged deep within his heart.
The red patch on his chest was slowly spreading and he all at once became acutely aware of his breathing and heartbeat. The first was shallow, the latter irregular. His pistol fell from his hand as it moved to replace hers, gripping the stake. And for the first time in what seemed like forever he looked upon her face again, and found himself mouthing the words he had spoken to her so many years ago when he'd driven the same stake through her own heart....
"The look on your face luv......the look....on your face....."
Most of the time he called it "the tingle". A feeling he got whenever a vampire or demon was near. But in this moment it had suddenly a become a full fledged buzz. He whipped around in a flash, his right hand quickly drawing his gun from it's holster at the small of his back, it's barrel pointing at a spot on the far wall. Something was there. He was sure of it. What it was he didn't know.....but something was definately there.
"Hold the fort luvs. Be right back..."
He said as he took a cautious step forward. Then another. And another. Whatever it was it had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end and was making his little curlies lay straight. Bullets by and large didn't do much in the way of killing the types of things he dealt with, but they sure as hell helped when it came to slowing something down. He had eight in the mag, one in the pipe, and another three clips in his pockets. Whatever it was it was going to feel a world of hurt if it didn't show itself soon.
But De should have learned a long time ago to be careful what he wished for. Just as he was about to vocalize his request a figure stepped forth from the shadows. She was small, lithe, and deathly pale. And she was just as he remembered her. Cute, in that kiddish sort of way, for she was after all only twelve. But worse yet, she was very familar. Extremely familar to be honest, in possesion of a face he could never forget. Lilly white skin contrasted against dark, wavy brown hair. Lips containing just a hint of blue as if they had been kissed by the essence of cold itself. A small, slightly angled nose parting a pair of round auburn eyes. No matter how cliche it sounds, you never forget your first.
If only he knew her name.....
"Hallo baby....." she greeted him, bringing her hands up to rest low on her cheeks. The pinkies slowly rubbing over her bottom lip. "....did ya miss me?"
"Like the Clap luv. Like the Clap...."
She smiled a sinister smile as she slowly strode forward, other shapes moving in the shadows behind her. De leveled his gun with her chest. The same chest into which he'd driven a stake more than a decade earlier. But she simply continued to smile as her footsteps carried her ever closer, each inch causing him to squeeze the trigger just a little more.
"I thought ya might feel that way baby." she said in a voice just dripping with lust. "That's why I brought some friends. Thought maybe we could all have a bit of fun..."
Normally De would have made some witty comment or penile joke in responce to such a set up, but found himself lacking as the shapes that had been swimming in the darkness behind her found their shape and came forth. En masse. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, and various humans all came towards him from the dark folds of the room. But not just behind her as he thought they would, no. From the corners of his eyes he caught movement and slowly swept the barrel of his gun around the room as he watched the faces of a hundred dead begin their walk towards him. Evil smiles on the faces of those who could smile. Evil gazes in the eyes of those who could not.
As he finished his turn coming back to face the rear of the room his eyes settled on where the young vampiress from his past should have been...but alas.....she was not there. The creatures that had appeared behind her were....but she.....
The thought itself was cut short as De suddenly felt....something. It was...new....in a way. He'd felt pain many many time before, but this was.....different. It was much like being stabbed but the blade had to much girth and was much to warm. This was no cold peice of steel that had impaled him. He felt his chest flinch and tremble as a cough welled up in this throat, finally escaping his mouth. As if in slow motion his eyes panned down to the source of this sensation, finding not only it.....but the cute little face he remembered from long ago. A face connected to a body. A body which had a hand. A hand that was holding the wooden stake that had been plunged deep within his heart.
The red patch on his chest was slowly spreading and he all at once became acutely aware of his breathing and heartbeat. The first was shallow, the latter irregular. His pistol fell from his hand as it moved to replace hers, gripping the stake. And for the first time in what seemed like forever he looked upon her face again, and found himself mouthing the words he had spoken to her so many years ago when he'd driven the same stake through her own heart....
"The look on your face luv......the look....on your face....."