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There can be only one...Pamela (Narrative)
"Are we going to do this?"
"Do we have any other choice?"
"Wait until we combine, losing our identities?"
"Then we are agreed."
"Agreed."
"He will be angry."
"For a short while, and he will understand. We were meant to go out fighting; he chose us for that reason did he not?"
"I always supposed he chose us because we were so very..." A hand lifted to wave at the body they both knew rather well.
"Yes. Part of it. Now, are we going to talk ourselves to death, see which one of us finally succumbs to the stupor of boredom, or are we going to finish this?"
"Mortal combat." There were simultaneous twitches of lips.
The twin petite vampires didn't settle into defensive poses. Instead, they moved as soon as they decided to proceed. It had been decided the moment they began talking about the situation their Makers were in, or their Maker. Both small vampires could feel their Makers, but it was strange to see there was only one. The Pamela left behind still felt she was not alone even if her Maker had been absorbed. Her brother was around as well.
Fangs bared, claws out, clothes were ripped. Blood sprayed, skin torn. The apartment that they'd kept together ruined, and neither vampire cared as they were both fighting for to survive. The fight continued throughout the night, and the sun would soon rise. The battle for existence had to come to an end and quickly.
The swing of a candle stick caught a Pam on the jaw; it might have been a lucky shot. Because they were so very even, though one Pam had been in steady survivor mode much longer and more recently, it had to be a lucky shot. Jaw dislocation was followed by a back swing and a broken fang.
"Done." One said finally. The other closed her eyes, a hint of a smile on her broken face. The last bite was given; blood flowed. As one Pam faded, the other learned more and more. There would be only one, and hopefully their Maker wouldn't mind which one remained. The broken vampire was left out to disappear in the sun; her survival instinct not strong enough to get her out of it. The one who remained curled up in the ruined darkened apartment. She'd talk to the Maker soon. He'd understand; he'd have to.
"Do we have any other choice?"
"Wait until we combine, losing our identities?"
"Then we are agreed."
"Agreed."
"He will be angry."
"For a short while, and he will understand. We were meant to go out fighting; he chose us for that reason did he not?"
"I always supposed he chose us because we were so very..." A hand lifted to wave at the body they both knew rather well.
"Yes. Part of it. Now, are we going to talk ourselves to death, see which one of us finally succumbs to the stupor of boredom, or are we going to finish this?"
"Mortal combat." There were simultaneous twitches of lips.
The twin petite vampires didn't settle into defensive poses. Instead, they moved as soon as they decided to proceed. It had been decided the moment they began talking about the situation their Makers were in, or their Maker. Both small vampires could feel their Makers, but it was strange to see there was only one. The Pamela left behind still felt she was not alone even if her Maker had been absorbed. Her brother was around as well.
Fangs bared, claws out, clothes were ripped. Blood sprayed, skin torn. The apartment that they'd kept together ruined, and neither vampire cared as they were both fighting for to survive. The fight continued throughout the night, and the sun would soon rise. The battle for existence had to come to an end and quickly.
The swing of a candle stick caught a Pam on the jaw; it might have been a lucky shot. Because they were so very even, though one Pam had been in steady survivor mode much longer and more recently, it had to be a lucky shot. Jaw dislocation was followed by a back swing and a broken fang.
"Done." One said finally. The other closed her eyes, a hint of a smile on her broken face. The last bite was given; blood flowed. As one Pam faded, the other learned more and more. There would be only one, and hopefully their Maker wouldn't mind which one remained. The broken vampire was left out to disappear in the sun; her survival instinct not strong enough to get her out of it. The one who remained curled up in the ruined darkened apartment. She'd talk to the Maker soon. He'd understand; he'd have to.