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Ziva David can kill you with a paper clip (wearenailed) wrote in wariscoming,

And so it seemed that Stefan managed to understand what she meant. Sort of. As he asked what she meant, Ziva scrunched her nose up in thought.

"I think so.. maybe." After years in the country and she still had an issue with the colloquialisms. Still, ten languages, she was allowed to be confused by English and it's random words that were the same but not. Like screwed and nailed. How was she supposed to know which was the one to use when a screw and a nail were the same thing! Exactly. She couldn't. But she was getting better. For the most part.

But then Stefan started to stare at her as he slowly advanced and Ziva's eyes narrowed, her hand ever so subtly moving to the gun she kept on her person. She had dealt with enough killers and psychopaths to be on guard. This place just made it all the more intense. Still, the question about school did give Ziva pause.

"Yes, sev-" And suddenly he lunged at her. While Ziva was no vampire, she still had lightening fast reflexes (for a human) from her Israeli Army and Mossad training. There was a reason Tony referred to her as a ninja. Spinning out of the way, Ziva grabbed her gun and shot it at the teen. Oh. She had seen his face change and knew that this wasn't a normal person attacking her, but still, she had to fight back. It was in her blood. Ziva didn't back down from a fight. Not once. With the shot fired, Ziva quickly analyzed her options. It was still fairly early, so not many people would be out. Going into an isolated location would only get her killed, but she certainly couldn't head back to the complex. No. She wouldn't lead a monster back there to attack innocent people. To attack children.

Ziva wasn't a fool. She knew that vampires were known for their speed. There was no way to outrun him, still, she shot at him again before she took off in a direction away from the complex. She really would need to figure out how to survive this. At least Ziva was used to thinking on her feet and on the run.