Who: Eliot Spencer and Sam Anders What: Unexpected complications on the job When: Evening Where: Small parking lot Rating: PG-13 Status: Incomplete
Simple job his ass.
Eliot knelt down and yanked on the coat of the unconcious punk in front of him, turning each of the pockets inside out. A few objects hit the ground at his feet but not the single item he needed. It had been the same with the other three laying sprawled on the ground nearby. One of them had to have the flash drive. He'd seen them passing it around the day before, making plans about what to do with the blackmail money. Money that was now going to be Eliot's when he brought the client the goods.
A simple job to break back in after the few weeks he'd taken to heal, adjust to living in the weird version of LA. He stepped over the body and headed around the SUV, frustration mounting. So much for get in, get out, and avoid the nightli-
The body was gone. Eliot hesitated as he stared at the spot where the first man taken down had been. A sharp whistle caught his attention and he spun around to find the guy standing there, dangling the black flash drive in the air, a smile on his face. "Looking for something?"
The moment he opened his mouth to respond, he barely felt the rush of wind before a hand locked around his neck. He had enough presence of mind to try and turn his body enough to lessen the impact on his healing ribs but he felt it well enough. The face in front of his changed, heaving brow, yellow eyes, fangs. Vampire. Figures.
He drove his knee into his attacker's stomach and when his grip loosened, followed with a vicious head butt. Which hurt like hell with all that extra bone there. He pulled away, putting the length of the vehicle between them, the vampire snarling in irritation.
And here's me without a stake. I'm beginning to strongly dislike this city.