There he was. Drip, drip, drip went the water through the pipes. But never the pipes they walked through. However did that happen? Tap, tap, tap went his feet, soft and quiet and no beating heart to give him away.
Thoughts as loud as an orchestra drifting along for her to catch. He never had been very good at keeping those quiet.
Still. What was the fun in giving the game away? Then you just had to kill somebody and take it back. Soft slippers on her feet barely scuffed the cobbled flooring, but a rustle of her skirt would whisper against his ears and send him towards her.
She twitched to the side, just enough to send the thick, red velvet scraping against the sewer wall. Then Drusilla kept walking.
Angel's head jerked as he heard the sound of Dru's clothing. Dru was Dru, so fifty-fifty chance that she'd done it deliberaely to set a trap, or had forgotten she was even wearing clothes in the first place.
Hell, it was Dru. It was always a trap of some kind.
Still, nothing for it. Angel followed the noise and hoped that at least this wasn't the kind of trap that involved a long, deep conversation with Dru and fifty of her most willing to die for her minions.
Drusilla smiled at him. "You're so very sweet to me. How lovely." She reached up and clapped her hands together twice. Prompted to movement at Drusilla's, signal, vampires of all descriptions poured out of the side tunnels.
Angel just had to go down into the sewers without stopping for a sword first. Oh well, just have to handle this the old fashioned way.
He pulled the stake out of his jacket and immediately plunged it into the heart of the first vampire that got near him. Two more grabbed Angel by the arms. Angel let them pull him, using the momentum to push himself off of the ground, turn over in slow-mo twist out of their grasp, and then knock them together. A quick stab of his hand dusted them both, and the fight was on.
Drusilla cackled and clapped with glee, then picked up a particularly freshman-like pint-sized vampire and threw it at Angel.
One vampire, slightly more heavily built and balancing his weight more equally on both feet, moved slowly towards Angel from the front, while two more rushed him from behind.
Angel ducked down. He shot his hand up and jammed the stake into the small vampire just as it flew over head.
He then twisted, kicking out to trip the two vampires behind him.
His attention was too divided to focus on vamp #4, however. He felt himself get picked up and slammed into the wall. There was a sickening crack that could only come from bones breaking.
"Be feeling that in the morning," Angel muttered. He clamped down on the pain, pressed back against the big vamp to brace himself as he walked up the wall, pushed, somersaulted over, and staked the vamp from behind.
Drusilla's eyes blazed and she pulled her hand back. She let go of the stake and brought the back of her palm down, aimed straight for the claw marks on his cheek. Knock him back, knock him away, make him suffer. "Such a good boy," she hissed. "Who doesn't want to hurt his little girl."
Angel only had time enough to grab onto the broken pipe and start swinging before the swarm of vampires came down on him. For all that he'd staked some already, it felt as though their numbers had grown.
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And now Angel was coming to find her. He didn't know it was her that he was looking for. But that didn't matter.
Perhaps they'd play.
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Angel attempted to move even more quietly as he tracked it.
Of course if this was who he thought it was, trying to be stealthy was a waste of time.
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Thoughts as loud as an orchestra drifting along for her to catch. He never had been very good at keeping those quiet.
Still. What was the fun in giving the game away? Then you just had to kill somebody and take it back. Soft slippers on her feet barely scuffed the cobbled flooring, but a rustle of her skirt would whisper against his ears and send him towards her.
She twitched to the side, just enough to send the thick, red velvet scraping against the sewer wall. Then Drusilla kept walking.
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Hell, it was Dru. It was always a trap of some kind.
Still, nothing for it. Angel followed the noise and hoped that at least this wasn't the kind of trap that involved a long, deep conversation with Dru and fifty of her most willing to die for her minions.
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"I've brought you something as well, you see."
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He pulled the stake out of his jacket and immediately plunged it into the heart of the first vampire that got near him. Two more grabbed Angel by the arms. Angel let them pull him, using the momentum to push himself off of the ground, turn over in slow-mo twist out of their grasp, and then knock them together. A quick stab of his hand dusted them both, and the fight was on.
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One vampire, slightly more heavily built and balancing his weight more equally on both feet, moved slowly towards Angel from the front, while two more rushed him from behind.
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He then twisted, kicking out to trip the two vampires behind him.
His attention was too divided to focus on vamp #4, however. He felt himself get picked up and slammed into the wall. There was a sickening crack that could only come from bones breaking.
"Be feeling that in the morning," Angel muttered. He clamped down on the pain, pressed back against the big vamp to brace himself as he walked up the wall, pushed, somersaulted over, and staked the vamp from behind.
Some down, only... what? A billion left to go?
Yeah, this was a fun day.
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"Hurt him!" she screamed to her pets, stamping her feet on the ground.
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It was possible even he couldn't defeat them all.
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