RP for teh_keyness What is this world we have livened ourselves too? No dream...
Murphy and Dawn had been walking back from his place, wanting to make sure he got his girl home safe and sound. As they walked through the cemetery toward Xander's place, Murphy could feel a sudden chill, and then a lightheaded feeling suddenly settled over himself. Next thing he knew he was waking up off the cold grass of a newly made grave. Looking over his shoulder with bleary eyes, he rubbed his knuckles against his eyes furiously. He felt discombobulated, like nothing he had ever felt before. One thing he knew, he could tell it was magic at work. How he knew this? Well, he could just feel the crackle of it dancing over his skin, giving him shivers, and a massive headache. Rolling over, he finally located Dawn, who was still passed out. Crawling over to her, he shook her roughly.
"Baby, baby, come on! Wake up, we ain't safe here. Somethin's wrong, can ya feel it? I can feel it," he muttered more to himself then to her. Rolling to his feet awkwardly. The grave that he had fallen upon was suddenly sprouting a newly minted Vampire, watching its hands clawing at the overworked dirt in order to find the air of the night around them. Then off to feed, and do all the vile things that Vampires did. When Dawn didn't move right away, she seemed more out of it then he did, may be because she was a magic user? She could be more sensitive toward it all. He lifted her over his shoulder roughly, making sure that the crossbow he took out with him when he walked the late evening streets was armed and ready. Looking around, he noted how many of the graves seemed to be sprouting Vampires. And then that was when he heard this awful shuffling sound, it had a wet quality to it that he could not explain, and the sounds it made were dry. Like it was coming from something so dry, and papery...if that could even explain what he was hearing. That was when he came face to face with what could only be described as a zombie. It lunged for him, and Dawn. Thinking quickly, he lifted the crossbow, and shot for between the eyes. As the arrow went through his target, taking it down. Murphy began to run, as fast as his legs could take him, along with the extra excess weight that was Dawn. Finding a small alleyway, his bulk barely able to fit inside. He put Dawn down gently, then reloaded his weapon. That was when he leaned over, and gentle slapped Dawn on each cheek a few times, hissing a quiet, "wake up, baby! Now, I need'ya ta wake up, now! We got trouble, in fuckin' spades. I need ya conscious, so ya gotta wake up for me, kay? Come on, baby...come on!" He hissed the words between gritted teeth, then suddenly slapped his hand over her mouth in case she came too and made noise. Seeing as a couple of something's just slithered their way past their hiding nook. He did not want any one of them to figure out where they were, not now. Not until he was at least ready to get back on the move to somewhere safe, and sound.
"Shhhh, there is...fuck...there is a fuck ton of these abominations roamin' about, Dawn. I need ya livin' so we can formulate a plan, an' git ta saftey, but ya gotta be really quiet, okay?" He wouldn't move his hand until she was awake enough to nod to him, and speak in hush tones.
"Baby, baby, come on! Wake up, we ain't safe here. Somethin's wrong, can ya feel it? I can feel it," he muttered more to himself then to her. Rolling to his feet awkwardly. The grave that he had fallen upon was suddenly sprouting a newly minted Vampire, watching its hands clawing at the overworked dirt in order to find the air of the night around them. Then off to feed, and do all the vile things that Vampires did. When Dawn didn't move right away, she seemed more out of it then he did, may be because she was a magic user? She could be more sensitive toward it all. He lifted her over his shoulder roughly, making sure that the crossbow he took out with him when he walked the late evening streets was armed and ready. Looking around, he noted how many of the graves seemed to be sprouting Vampires. And then that was when he heard this awful shuffling sound, it had a wet quality to it that he could not explain, and the sounds it made were dry. Like it was coming from something so dry, and papery...if that could even explain what he was hearing. That was when he came face to face with what could only be described as a zombie. It lunged for him, and Dawn. Thinking quickly, he lifted the crossbow, and shot for between the eyes. As the arrow went through his target, taking it down. Murphy began to run, as fast as his legs could take him, along with the extra excess weight that was Dawn. Finding a small alleyway, his bulk barely able to fit inside. He put Dawn down gently, then reloaded his weapon. That was when he leaned over, and gentle slapped Dawn on each cheek a few times, hissing a quiet, "wake up, baby! Now, I need'ya ta wake up, now! We got trouble, in fuckin' spades. I need ya conscious, so ya gotta wake up for me, kay? Come on, baby...come on!" He hissed the words between gritted teeth, then suddenly slapped his hand over her mouth in case she came too and made noise. Seeing as a couple of something's just slithered their way past their hiding nook. He did not want any one of them to figure out where they were, not now. Not until he was at least ready to get back on the move to somewhere safe, and sound.
"Shhhh, there is...fuck...there is a fuck ton of these abominations roamin' about, Dawn. I need ya livin' so we can formulate a plan, an' git ta saftey, but ya gotta be really quiet, okay?" He wouldn't move his hand until she was awake enough to nod to him, and speak in hush tones.