Re: Roadside tent: Daniel W & Damian W
Daniel hadn't stopped long enough to indulge any passing curiosity in exactly what was challenging his self-defined dominion, and Damian's proposal to discern the creature the vampire had intended on tearing limb from limb struck him as (oh dear, again) charming. His mood lightening somewhat now that he had a vicious little chessman on his board, the vampire obediently shadowed along behind, stepping where the green boots stepped and listening for the other, weaker hearts in the space ahead. Daniel made a noise like a tea kettle about to go off when he saw the false thing in the makeshift coffin, ire rising again as he imagined all these fools parading through this tent thinking that a vampire would lie there, so wrinkled and harmlessly inoffensive. He was imagining and discarding different ways to put the fear of God in the sleeping idiots when he noticed the little chessman sneaking forward over the floor, spidercrawl style. From just inside the tent flap, Daniel watched with bemused amazement as Damian did one of the things he was considering.
The tent erupted with gunfire. Daniel hadn't quite been expecting that, as the firearms that came readily to his mind needed more preparation to fire with such speed and precision. It didn't occur to Daniel to do anything more than step to one side in surprise, farther into the corner of the tent and deeper into the dark, where the linen of his shirt made his silhouette flutter like a ghost. Even Daniel had the capacity to be impressed when the little green-footed boy shot one man with the other man's weapon still in hand. Daniel wasn't faster than a speeding bullet, but he was pretty fast, and his ghostly shadow stayed out of the way as he watched the punch and judy schtick for a few seconds.
He enjoyed his entrance a great deal, because he had managed to flank Goon #1 and, as soon as the man raised his eyes from where they'd been frantically searching for the weapon, he was met with a full-fanged grin, as if the dried-up falsity in the coffin had come to life in the interim. He shot Daniel point blank in the chest, which knocked the vampire back about a foot, rattling the coffin. It pissed Daniel off to no end, and he was back in the man's face was even more fangs, top and bottom. Goon #1 let out a high pitched scream as Daniel picked him up and slammed him sideways into the display cart. The man was knocked cold and bits of wood and paper-mache went everywhere.