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Sunday, October 29, 2006. 2:16 AM, EST.
Abandoned factory three blocks from Suicide Slum
Caleb’s fourth demonic conclave in as many nights…
Given the force with which he lands back-first against the concrete wall, Caleb counts himself as lucky to still have his wits about him. He manages to land on his feet, though he’s so weak that his balance is only restored when he hits his knees. With irritation Caleb looks up and draws his K-Bar, regarding the vampire closing with him.
Six of his friends were farther back, but given that four more were already nothing more than dust on a floor already saturated in it, it’s safe to assume that they won’t be staying back for long.
The beast growls as it throws it’s full weight into a punch, and when Caleb side-steps the blow, it growls again, this time in frustration and pain as the bones in it’s hand shatter as they crash through the concrete. Without missing a beat, Caleb stabs downward into the side of the creature’s neck, before shoving it away telekinetically.
As expected, the other vampires rush him, but Caleb is prepared. He hurriedly releases the energy he absorbed earlier as a wave, which seeps into the vampire he stabbed. For a moment nothing happens, then suddenly it explodes from the inside out, and four balls of energy streak towards four other vampires. Three are struck in the chest, and are instantly disintegrated. The fourth tries to dodge, but is caught in the shin, resulting in the complete disintegration of the majority of his leg.
The two remaining vampires stumble over their own two feet as they fight their own momentum, and try running in the opposite direction. Caleb draws his Desert Eagle, and takes a moment to line up his shot. When he does fire, the nearer of the two hits the ground hard, and begins whimpering in pain. 50 caliber bullets will do that to you - especially when you can be full of as many holes as you like, and are still denied the escape of mortality.
Caleb takes a moment to wipe the blood away from his nose, and takes stock of the situation. One vampire has fled, but that’s of no consequence. I’ll deal with her later. For what he intends, he only needs one. And with how regenerative vampires are, it doesn’t even need to be in particularly good shape right this moment, which leaves him with two candidates.
Deciding that the one without a leg is less likely to be ready in time, Caleb takes aim, and puts a round through it’s forehead, effectively decapitating it. And then there were only two…
Abandoned factory three blocks from Suicide Slum
Caleb’s fourth demonic conclave in as many nights…
Given the force with which he lands back-first against the concrete wall, Caleb counts himself as lucky to still have his wits about him. He manages to land on his feet, though he’s so weak that his balance is only restored when he hits his knees. With irritation Caleb looks up and draws his K-Bar, regarding the vampire closing with him.
Six of his friends were farther back, but given that four more were already nothing more than dust on a floor already saturated in it, it’s safe to assume that they won’t be staying back for long.
The beast growls as it throws it’s full weight into a punch, and when Caleb side-steps the blow, it growls again, this time in frustration and pain as the bones in it’s hand shatter as they crash through the concrete. Without missing a beat, Caleb stabs downward into the side of the creature’s neck, before shoving it away telekinetically.
As expected, the other vampires rush him, but Caleb is prepared. He hurriedly releases the energy he absorbed earlier as a wave, which seeps into the vampire he stabbed. For a moment nothing happens, then suddenly it explodes from the inside out, and four balls of energy streak towards four other vampires. Three are struck in the chest, and are instantly disintegrated. The fourth tries to dodge, but is caught in the shin, resulting in the complete disintegration of the majority of his leg.
The two remaining vampires stumble over their own two feet as they fight their own momentum, and try running in the opposite direction. Caleb draws his Desert Eagle, and takes a moment to line up his shot. When he does fire, the nearer of the two hits the ground hard, and begins whimpering in pain. 50 caliber bullets will do that to you - especially when you can be full of as many holes as you like, and are still denied the escape of mortality.
Caleb takes a moment to wipe the blood away from his nose, and takes stock of the situation. One vampire has fled, but that’s of no consequence. I’ll deal with her later. For what he intends, he only needs one. And with how regenerative vampires are, it doesn’t even need to be in particularly good shape right this moment, which leaves him with two candidates.
Deciding that the one without a leg is less likely to be ready in time, Caleb takes aim, and puts a round through it’s forehead, effectively decapitating it. And then there were only two…