BROKEN CHAMPION
The sound of the swords clashing together was almost like the sound of lightening striking destructively, the screens of rain acted like a veil so the oncoming hell was a mass of blurred shapes. Right then and there a battle to equal that of the war that would end the world commenced. Right there, in the alley behind what had once
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He hated waiting, couldn't stand it. Waiting made Angelus feel as though the ball was out of his court, as if the game was not being played on his terms. After a few more minutes the impatient vampire, shoved not his chair backwards but the table forwards, and stormed away from it. "Want something done right, gotta do it yourself..." He muttered, shoving his way out of the bar and into the cold, foul smelling night air. His lip curled at the disgusting smells that the polluted atmosphere held. "Humans these days, sick. Just there to ruin things or be ruined."
Angelus turned to the right in the street and felt something collide with his chest. A scowl darkened the angelic features as a lower being fell to the ground, the dark outline of another heftier one stumbling behind it. The vampire stepped forwards, about to snap the idiot that had soiled his clothes when he realised what the heftier being was. It was two beings. A vampire carrying with it a struggling young woman. His blunt teeth showed in a broad grin as he got the scent of the woman, as he realised who it was. "Well, well, what do we got here..." He kicked the vamp on the floor in the ribs so that he rolled to the side in pain and strode towards the other, snatching the girl he held by the wrist. As soon as the woman was out of his grip, the carrier vampire fled.
"Mmm, Cordelia...twins still looking good..." He chuckled and looked over her body with the ravenous eyes of a twisted and malicious man.
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