"You're welcome!" Who: Cliff and Gypsie Where: Random streets When: Wednesday, July 14th – evening
Clifford Healey, or Cliff, as he preferred to be called, didn't have what most people would consider to be a "normal" life. He'd been born different. The product of something… unnatural. He grew up with strength and speed and hardly ever became sick… unless he forgot to drink blood for a few days, then he was susceptible to all kinds of illness. He could go over a week on just a handful of pints of human blood, but… the trouble there was the constant desire for it. The craving to hurt someone to get it. No, he could live on animal blood just fine, thank you very much. Even if he required twice as much to keep his strength.
Which was why he was on his way to the local butcher to get his weekly supply of animal blood, dressed in innocuous baggy jeans and a thin grey hoodie, hoping he'd get home in time to catch the new episode of Whose line is it anyway? since he could use a little more humour in his life. He stopped, almost abruptly, when his supersensitive hearing picked up on something nearby. It sounded like a scuffle...
There was one thing that could definitely be said about the City of Sin. It sure had more than its fair share of vampires. It was seeming to Gypsie that every night she had gone out so far that week she found herself tangling with at least one night crawler. And tonight was proving to be no different. This one she had trailed from the cemetary, the Slayer having just arrived at the burial place to catch the undead guy pulling himself topside from the now broken casket he had been put to rest in.
"You should have stayed dead the first time." Gypsie growled out from within the bowels of a nearby alley way as she slammed the beast up against a brick wall after having caught up with the newly revived vampire. "And little girls shouldn't be playing with sharp objects." The creature snarled back catching the Slayer's wrist just as Gypsie attempted to drive a wood stake into the thing's unbeating heart. The vamp managed to twist the girl's wrist so that now as the battle raged on the point of the stake was now aimed at Gypsie's chest.
Cliff followed the sounds since... he had a streak of violence in him, himself (that, and he doubted he could live with himself if he walked away and discovered later that someone had died), and snarled at the sight before him. He'd had a miscommunication with a Slayer before, so he had no doubt in his mind what Gypsie was. He also knew, without a shadow of a doubt what her assailant was, since he was part vampire himself. He silently approached the pair, in the throes of their fight, and without hesitation, grabbed hold of the vampire's wrist and snapped it to a sickening angle.
With her attention solely focused on the vampire and their struggle over the stake, Gypsie didn't notice the silent approach of the boy. His presence wasn't even acknowledged until the Slayer heard the snapping of a bone and felt the vampire's hold on the stake weaken.
"Little fucker!" The nightcrawler snarled at Cliff while managing to push Gypsie away to enable him to try and concentrate on one foe at a time. Two against one just didn't seem fair to the vamp, well unless it were two vamps against one Slayer. Once he disengaged himself from the Slayer the vampire hand shot out to grab the boy by the throat.
The teenage boy snarled when he was grabbed by the throat, confusing the poor vampire. He heard a heartbeat, but… there were fangs, so seriously? What the fuck? Taking advantage of the vampires confusion, Cliff used all of his upper body strength and forced the vampire up against the wall, and grabbed hold of his throat. "Stake... stake would be good," he managed to get out between gasps.
Hearing the boy speak broke Gypsie out of her own confusion of witnessing what was now going on before her eyes. She'd take the matter of staking the vamp on herself, but the struggle between boy and vamp made that option not a possibility as there was a chance that the Slayer could end up staking the wrong target. Her only option was to slip her stake into Cliff's hand. Which she did within the next second.
The advantage in his hand now, Cliff just gave the vampire a cocky grin and plunged that sharpened piece of wood into the vampire's chest. The vampire exploded instantaneously. Cliff coughed, dropping the stake to the ground and leaned against the wall. "Fuck. You'd think by now I'd learn not to breathe them in," he muttered.
"No one asked you to interfer." Gypsie countered as she moved to reclaim her wooden weapon and tucked it back into the side pocket of her black hoodie. The Slayer had a hard time showing any signs of appreciation, much less actually voicing it. A barrier usually went up with the girl going all defensive.
"Okay. Well, next time I'll let him stab you in the heart then," Cliff replied harshly, before turning to look at the girl with a serious frown on his face. That was gratitude for you, huh? Do the right thing and what thanks do you get? "A simple 'thanks' isn't out of the question, you know."
"He wasn't anywhere close to plunging the stake into my heart." Gypsie returned in almost the same harsh tone that Cliff used. The teen then started moving past the boy to exit the alley, "thanks," she grumbled out passing the kid. At least he didn't seem to be holding her in-debt for having come to her aid, which hadn't exactly been asked for.
"You're welcome!" He called back as he rubbed a hand across his throat. "I hope I never see you again!" He added as an afterthought but…. It looked like she was already out of earshot. He pouted and stuffed his hands into his hoodie before remembering what he'd come out for in the first place. Precious blood. Maybe he should have bit her? Then at least he'd be satisfied. With a grumble, he exited the alley soon after, grateful that his butcher stayed open late for him.