Sarah Tigress Vida (crystallized) wrote in parabolical, @ 2007-12-31 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | sarah vida |
Who: Sarah Vida (narrative; closed)
When: 1:05 am, December 31st, 2004
What: Going through windows anyone?
Where: Her apartment complex. No..really. (;>> What?! Her mun got teh uber bored. o.o;)
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBA
Sarah was not happy. Whoever in L.A told her that she had to invite the mother fuckers into her apartment was going to get slapped upside the head. Anyways, these weren't the vampires that she had become used to here. These were the vampires from where she was from. Apparently, even they were drawn here.
Really, whatever kind of idiot said it, she was cussing them nine ways to hell to be perfectly honest. She'd felt the son of a bitches before they'd come through her door. Out the window she'd gone, tossed by some mental ability and she was just thanking God that she lived on the first floor of this atrocious place, or she'd have hit ground after being tossed out a three story building.
As it was, it was a good ten foot drop and she tucked her arms in and dropped, flipping so that she landed on her feet. She glanced at her skin, now cut with numerous lascerations and groaned.
"Okay, fang faces, this is war." Fang faces? That was the best she could come up with? On pain meds, yes, yes it was the best that she could come up with.
One looked at the other and they laughed. "That the best you can come up with, princess?"
A look crossed her face and she near on growled. "Princess?! Did you just fucking call me princess?!" All broken bones and everything else set aside, a knife shot up into her hand a moment later and she moved forward, catching the first one in the chest a split second after she had responded. He apparently hadn't been expecting her to still have her full Vida strength. The bastard.
The other one, however, was on guard now and she circled him. A careful little dance. Both of them saying that they weren't afraid to have the other at their backs, but really, they were.
A pretty little dance that meant one of their deaths. Definitely not hers. She wasn't keen on the dying factor at that moment in time. He lunged, she dodged to the other side and her knee caught him in the stomach, his body went over it and she dropped him, helping him over her hip by grabbing his shirt and jerking. She ignored the protest in her half mended broken arm and just finished with the throw and dropped down beside him, bringing her knife down and into his chest and twisting.
"Bloodsucking bastards." She hissed and stormed off to go back upstairs.