Who: Chase, Old Lace and OPEN What: Vampires and dinosaurs and teenagers who don’t know when to shut up. When: After sundown Where: Downtown Rating: TBA
“Why don’t you just back the hell up, bitch?” It growled, hungry, impatient. Chase sneered in disdain and insulted it by calling it names. First thing to do when a vampire tries to eat you for breakfast? Call it a bitch and keep it up until it walks away in defeat, tail tucked between it’s legs. Or you know, before it does the more plausible thing and goes for your throat, fangs bared and mouth watering.
“I can totally kick your ass.”
“Don’t even think about it. I can melt your skin off, using only the power of my brain.”
“I’m not human. I’m a crazy psycho mutant and—”
“I’M SO NOT LYING TO YOU!!”
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU UGLY SON OF A BITCH!”
Chase spat a wad of blood into the bumpy, distorted face of his new so-not-best-friend and flinched as his head was whipped back. He glared, spat again, this time at the ground, and huffed to himself. “My grandma hits harder than you, and that’s saying something considering she’s been dead for nearly nineteen years.” That got him another whack to the face. “Someone doesn’t know when to shut up, do they?” The vampire snarled and it’s breath was hot and reeked of dead things, of rotten meat that somebody had forgotten to throw away. “Lets see if I can get you to shut that mouth of your—”
And there was Old Lace, lunging out of an alley, claws digging into the ground, razor sharp teeth exposed, red eyes narrowed with agitation. She used her mouth to grab the threat by the arm. Chase heard the bones snap and he rubbed at his neck as the vampire screamed and tried to claw at the giant reptile who had turned the tables on him in a matter of seconds.
“Ha! I’m such a freaking winner.” Crunch, crunch, scream, cry… poof. The dust scattered and fell to the ground all around Old Lace. Chase happily threw his arm around her and she snorted at him, a reprimand that didn’t need words. “What? It’s not like I’m looking for trouble.” She glared. “Well, I’m not. I just wanted a burrito.”