Re: By the stage
"Adam." the name was a wooden stake driven into the heart of vampire; abrupt, purposeful, and meant to leave the words (those of the unwanted guests.) lying dirty, dusted, dead, and long gone. Saying his name was pulling up an anchor in the drunken boat. They both knew by now something was wrong... and although she wasn't entirely sure what it was, it was only making her even more angry. It showed in how wide her eyes were. For once, she was actually glad someone she barely knew was here to keep her from killing this guy, because he was trusted by Dria and thus on some level, she could trust him. But, the crypt keeper wasn't letting go of his drugged up bride, and had even had the nerve to make her friend flinch. "Let's take..."
But before she could finish, she snapped.
It wasn't a full on punch, no, what transpired could best be described as a swat, flat handed, into the face of who had her friend in their uninvited clutches for you see, the feral cemetery kitten was at too much of a disadvantage from her angle of both attempting to flee and of course, attempting to maul...