Snugglely Vampire Who: Frost & Molly Where: Some dark alley When: Friday evening
Molly Carter, one of numerous Slayers roaming the streets of Los Angeles that night, was patroling with a purpose. After all the let down's of late, the blind Slayer was sick and tired of waiting for information. So ... she'd go out and get it.
Her fist smashed into the nose of a vampire, feeling the bones break underneath her knuckles and hearing the gush of blood. The creature stumbled away from her, howling in pain even as she shoved him against a brick wall. Molly demanded, "Tell me where his lair is! If you do, I'll make it quick and stake you right now. If you don't, you can run back to your master and tell him you got beat up by a blind girl half your size!"
"Bayer, go home." Frost had meandered down the alley just at the right moment. A blind slayer! She wanted a pet more than ever now. Fun fun fun. She put her arms around the little thing quickly, pinning her arms to her sides. "I want to keep this one. She's so cute!"
Without preamble, Molly whipped her head back to smash it into Frost's face and quickly staked "Bayer" before kicking out with her leg with the intent of kicking the newly arrived vampire away.
Getting smashed in the nose was no longer a really big surprise to Frost, honestly. Stupid slayers. "So who's lair, ducky? Maybe, if you're really really super good, I'll take you to see if it if I know where it is? Hm?" Oozing sluggish, cold blood, Frost ignored the kick and nuzzled Molly's neck, leaving wet smears.
Pursing her lips, Molly raised her arms and slid down and did a forward tumble away from Frost. Spinning, the Slayer grabbed a stake from one of her back pockets, but didn't attack. She stood there, defensive stance at the ready as she opened up her senses, knowing Frost was a sneaky bitch.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Frost shook her head, smiling. "Fiesty! Now who on earth are you looking for, pet? Someone I know and favor? Someone I dislike? So many many choices." She smiled and hopped up on a trash bin with a resounding clang that echoed and wailed through the alley. "Maybe someone I'm indifferent towards. That'd be fun, wouldn't it?"
Molly whirled in the direction of the noise, stake ready. "I think you know who I'm looking for ... Frost." Yeah, she figured out who was messing around with her. She slowly moved toward the noise, milky white eyes darting back and forth to get a glimpse of color, any indication at all, that would reveal the vampire's location. "The one who holds your leash. Although, I gotta admit I'm a bit surprised. From all the reports the other Watcher's tell us, you don't seem the type to take orders from anyone."
Frost started laughing that mad, mad laugh that was more like a hyena than anything human. "Oh, oh, oh. Deary darling, he never held my leash. I did him occasional favors because he was amusing. He wore a big purple hat. There's not many vampires out there who'd wear a purple pimp hat. That was before he was dusted, of course."
She lowered the stake. Flash was gone already? No one had informed her. Shit ... she thought. Without another word, Molly turned and bolted for the entrance to the alley.
Frost giggled and started to chase her, tackling her just as she came to the mouth of the alley. Shaking off the sudden hitting of soft body and sidewalk, Frost started dragging Molly back into the dark. "Naughty naughty, pet... Not very good of you at all."
Molly was not like the other Slayers, who usually exchanged witty banter with their foes. The blind Slayer couldn't afford the distraction of noise, needing all of her senses to take advantage of her enemy. As she was dragged, the Slayer fumbled in the font pocket of her jeans for the small flask of holy water she kept. Producing it, Molly slipped the cap between her teeth, pulled it free, and whipped her arm back to spill it's contents on the arm that dragged her back.
Frost yelped, jumping back. That hurt! And pissed her off. Mightily. She reared back and slammed her foot against the slayer's side, between the ribs and pelvis and directly into that nice, soft tissue. "That was very rude!" She was snarling now. It was, apparently, one thing to smash in her nose. Another to use holy water. And Frost did not approve of that kind of 'rudeness' at all. "Apologize!"
The teenager physically couldn't. Frost had kicked her hard enough to knock the wind out of her. At the moment, she was writhing too much on the ground trying to get air into her lungs.
"I. Said. APOLOGIZE." Frost snapped, giving the girl another vicious kick. This time to the ribs. "If you don't, I'll throw you into the traffic. I'll let you get run over by a semi. Do you think your fantastic slayer powers would save you from that? Hm? That you'd survive being crushed by an eighteen-wheeler? Apologize!"
It took Molly several tries before sound came out, "Sor-" She gulped in a heaving gasp of air, "-ry." Her ribcage and lungs felt like they were on fire and she could feel her eyes beginning to water as she reflexively curled into the fetal position to stop more of Frost's onslaught of kicks.
"Apology accepted. There, was that so hard? Momma Frost will take care of you." Frost cooed, scooping Molly into her arms, like a baby. "She'll take real good care of you, darlin', don't you fret at all."