When; Saturday Night ( April 7th )
Rating; PG-13? R?
Characters;
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara,
alessalearnt Alessa,
wisdom_rcvr Henry,
redhorror Pyramid Head
blue_rush Lilly Rush,
warrior_selene Selene,
red_eye_medic Yakushi Kabuto ,
monsterepellant Doumeki Shizuka,
henkonasuisho Zaheela,
favored_son D,
banditfox Kurama,
likelycrash Wash,
yami_no_ouji Akito Tenkawa,
no_whore Inara Serra,
opfern Alfons Heiderich,
rubyred_sight Kantarou Ichinomiya,
arthurhellsing Arthur Hellsing,
dark_walter Walter Dornez,
tinyvampiregod Girlycard,
thekingofpain Alucard,
steeldame,
bad_in_thelatin Malcolm Reynolds,
noruttinidea
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It was their fair vengeance. Many had died, suffered, bled for their justice. It was time for them to fear for their welfares, to teach them they did not rule the City and would be consequences at their selfish actions ( ... )
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"Tell me when... my future Master."
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The glint of light revealed the Jackal, drawn inch by copius inch from the interior of a red duster. Crossing it over one arm, the vampire snarled and pulled the trigger, blessed silver bullet aimed for the knife as bats and darkness began to cover the area in blackness.
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I didn't see Watanuki farfalladestino on the list of names, and Doumeki needs him so he can be rescued...please and thank you! ♥
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"Well now, isn't this interesting...?"
It was time to see if "gods" were truly immortal.
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The mantra was something that she'd used before, and usually when dealing with a certain man she knew, but this time she was using it to give her something to focus on. As tired as she was, going to sleep wasn't an option right now. The way she felt, like half her soul was gone, didn't bode well for waking up.
With her eyes closed, her ears were the only link she had to what was happening around her, so she tried to pay as much attention to what she was hearing as she could.
It was hard, though.
The wounds she had, while mostly minor, bled profusely, as if the loss of power had allowed them to reopen.
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Second, there was guilt.
And thirdly, there was weakness.
He remembered being awake, barely, seeing through one eye. Bleeding. Warm. Feverish. He remembered those but it was different now. Still, there was the pain, but it was not so potent. It allowed him to think and he hated it.
Would anyone come?
His chest seemed to be burning, as well as his head and his eye- was it still there? Weakly and with shaking hands, he touched where the creature had pressed his thumb into and could only cry silently at the softness beyond his closed eyelids. And the caked blood.
Gone.
Would he die...?
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