The Fruit of Flesh
Who: Frost, Candice Where: Graveyard When: Late at night
Frost was feeling a mite peckish that night, and a little bored to boot. So she figured, hey, why not? A little meal-time entertainment, and a meal to go with it of course, never went wrong. She'd picked up the poor guy off the street. He wasn't homeless, but he was definitely not home before dark. Poor him. She dragged him into the graveyard, let him go, and hunted him down again. Several times. And each time she'd broken one of his fingers. Now that he didn't have any fingers left, she'd lifted him by the throat and, with her right hand, punched through his ribcage and grabbed his heart in the most literal way possible. She'd pulled that out with a wet sucking sound, and tossed the body into the grass. Satisfied and covered with spurted gore, Frost sat on the base of a graveyard angel, and started to tear into the vital organ with her vampiric fangs.
Candice was out on patrol, having (luckily) gotten away from her Watcher before she could bore her half to death again. Figures, right? Gwen has a supercool watcher. Faith's was boring but let her do pretty much as she pleased. But Candice? She had to get little miss stick-in-the-mud. All thoughts of that were gone though, as she turned the corner and saw Frost crouching there, munching on... holy shit... was that a HEART? She felt her stomach churn and she covered her mouth as the word just blurted out. "Oh... oh fuck.... what the hell is wrong with you, bitch?!"
Frost looked up and raised an eyebrow thoughtfully while she chewed. Blood was splattered across her face. Finally, she swallowed and looked at the slab of meat still in her hand. Then back to Candice. She smiled, then, and took another bite. This time she broke through to one of the inner chambers of the heart, and blood bubbled out, and dripped onto the ground. "Hungry. Want some, 'bitch'?"
Candice fought back the urge to vomit and put on a tough face. "See, I just called YOU bitch, so...yeah, you need to come up with something a little better if you want to exchange snappy banter." She wasn't some trained or skilled fighter... she was just a street scrapper. Digging into her pockets, she slipped a spiked pair of brass knuckles onto one hand and whipped out a pocket knife with the other. "But yeah... I think I want some. Bring it..."
"Say 'ah'!" Frost sang, laughing, and flung the chewed up half heart at her face, to splatter and ooze and scare. The raw meat moved in an arc upwards, gleaming wetly in the street lamp light. "I'll even forgive you for not saying please when begging for my favor."
"Begging for..." The brunette rolled her eyes and charged the redhead. "Fucking nutty bitch... shame I gotta kill someone so hot..." she said she she swung at the vamp with the steel-covered knuckles.
Frost didn't look overly impressed. In fact, all she really did was stand up on the base of the angel statue and kick Candice's hand away from her. It was a good try, she supposed. "Aren't you cute! Y'know, I've always wanted a baby of my own. Maybe it should be you!"
"Yeah! That sounds great!" Candice said mockingly as she had her hand kicked away. "A baby with tits, a foul mouth, and a knife that's about to be in your throat." And then she used that Slayer quickness to thrust the knife at Frost's throat. She kenw it wouldn't kill her if it connected, but she hoped it would at least hurt her enough to make her take the girl seriously.
"All three can be removed." Frost said reassuringly, grabbing her arm... and literally lifting her up so that they were face to face. Close enough so that Candice could still see threads of tissue in Frost's teeth, smell the clotted-blood-and-rotted-meat smell on her breath. "What name do they call you by, my little daughter of Eve?"
"....what, did you take drama classes or something? Christ." She spat in the redhead's face with disgust. "And if you really wanna know... you can go back to your master and tell him you got your ass kicked by a teenager named Candice."
"Exactly what have you done to deserve the honor of being remember as someone who could kick Jack Frost's ass, brat?" Frost gave her a bone-rattling shake. Then she smiled again. "Y'know, I didn't get to finish my breakfast because of your interruption. Maybe I should help myself to a buffet, here... I'm still hungry."
"Bitch.... please.... I beg you... Shut. The. Fuck. UP." She swiped out at Frost's throat with the knife at the same time she threw a headbutt directly at the woman's forehead.
Frost howled. That was the only real word for it. She howled, black ichorish stuff oozing from the wound and dusting in the air. The vampiric facial features made her cheekbones bulge out and her eyes glow neon green. Frost flung Candice out in front of her so that she was sprawled on top of the unfortunate corpse with his heart removed, and Frost crouched, preparing to leap after her and maybe remove more vital organs than just a heart.
Running for her life would have been the smartest thing Candice could have done. Unfortunately, doing the smart thing was never the girl's strong point. She was on adrenaline now. "Not being so fuckin' snarky now, are you?"
Frost had a reason why she was called 'Frost', really. It was that laugh of hers. That hunting laugh. It sounded like a hyena's laugh. There wasn't any pleasure in it. It was a hunting song, and it sent chills up and down the nerve endings in anyone unlucky enough to be close enough to Frost to hear it. Frost started giggling now, soon breaking out into full-on hyena laughter. And she launched herself at Candice, bone breaking speed.
Slayer or not, Candice wasn't used to this enough yet to avoid the tackle. Frost charged directly into her, bowling her over. "GAH!"
Frost slammed her fist against Candice's face; though she moved just enough that it was just a glancing blow. It would've still hurt like hell, though. With long, thin fingers still sticky with blood, she started clawing at the left side of her chest. "The younger the slayer, the sweeter the meat!"
That's it, Candice thought... this is how I die. She didn't have much of a life, and honestly, didn't much care if she died... but she couldn't let this psycho get to her friends with no warning. So, despite the horrifying pain, and all the blood, and the feeling of being torn apart, the petite brunette made one last-ditch effort: she curled her fingers around those spiked knucks, and aimed for the redhead's face, swinging for the fences.
Frost arched backwards with another howl and a dizzy look. That probably wouldn't last very long, though.
No more snappy remarks were made... Candice took that brief distraction to run. Run like she'd never run before. Despite her misgivings about her watcher... she had to find Ms. Holt... and NOW.