Entrance Post- Angel
Angel growls and leaps over a box, chasing after the vampire who’d slashed him across the ribs with a knife. His dark shirt is slashed open and damp with his blood. He hates when they bring weapons with them. His job is much easier if he’s the guy with all the gadgets. He’s in full vampire face, hurt and angry. A smile quirks the corner of his mouth because the vamp has just turned down a dead end alley. He turns the corner…
And it’s not a dead end alley. It’s the broken pavement of a deserted street. He grinds to a halt, looking around him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air. Vampires nearby and something else he can’t identify. It’s got a musky, earthy odor to it, something completely alien from anything he’s ever smelled before. The air around him smells acidic. He glances up at the night sky. It’s smoggy, completely blotting out any stars but he can sense enough to know that this isn’t Los Angeles. It is dark and he’s surrounded by hulking ruins of buildings that aren’t quite tall enough to be a city the size of LA. His hand tightens on the hilt of the broadsword he’s got with him and he checks his pockets to find the stakes he put there earlier.
Just when he’s certain this can’t get weirder he’s attacked by something. It’s unlike any demon he’s ever met before. Claws scrape across his cheek, leaving bloody gashes in their wake and he feels teeth sink into his shoulder.
“Don’t ruin the coat,” he grinds out between his fangs and flexes his wrist, popping a stake out into his hand. He shoves it up into the belly of his attacker. It screams, releasing him and he throws it back against the building. Without waiting to see if it gets up, he beheads the creature and shakes his head in disgust as he pulls the stake out of the creature’s stomach. He glances at his shoulder to see that there is a neat imprint of the creature’s teeth in the coat and he knows they went all the way through to his skin. He can feel room temperature blood seeping out, making his shirt stick to his skin. To top it off, his cheek is bloody, raw and gouged up.
It is turning out to be a bad night.
And it’s not a dead end alley. It’s the broken pavement of a deserted street. He grinds to a halt, looking around him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air. Vampires nearby and something else he can’t identify. It’s got a musky, earthy odor to it, something completely alien from anything he’s ever smelled before. The air around him smells acidic. He glances up at the night sky. It’s smoggy, completely blotting out any stars but he can sense enough to know that this isn’t Los Angeles. It is dark and he’s surrounded by hulking ruins of buildings that aren’t quite tall enough to be a city the size of LA. His hand tightens on the hilt of the broadsword he’s got with him and he checks his pockets to find the stakes he put there earlier.
Just when he’s certain this can’t get weirder he’s attacked by something. It’s unlike any demon he’s ever met before. Claws scrape across his cheek, leaving bloody gashes in their wake and he feels teeth sink into his shoulder.
“Don’t ruin the coat,” he grinds out between his fangs and flexes his wrist, popping a stake out into his hand. He shoves it up into the belly of his attacker. It screams, releasing him and he throws it back against the building. Without waiting to see if it gets up, he beheads the creature and shakes his head in disgust as he pulls the stake out of the creature’s stomach. He glances at his shoulder to see that there is a neat imprint of the creature’s teeth in the coat and he knows they went all the way through to his skin. He can feel room temperature blood seeping out, making his shirt stick to his skin. To top it off, his cheek is bloody, raw and gouged up.
It is turning out to be a bad night.