[center][h2][u]Mistakes were Made[/u][/h2][/center] 
Location: Holly’s Apartment  
Time: 3 AM
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[center]Holly[/center]

Holly’s world stopped spinning when she hit the floor. Pain flooded along her spin, likely bruised by the impact, as she inhaled sharply. Air filled her vacant lungs bring strength and recovered her breath almost immediately. The sounds of a struggle seemed to have begun in her apartment when a blur from her window rushed to attack her assailant, bring everything into chaos. Feeling her energy return, she cautiously flipped onto all fours. Sudden vertigo threatened to pull her back to the ground as she stubbornly resisted, gritting her teeth in reaction.  

It was a sprain. That much she could tell from the twinge and throbbing causing her to curse under her breath. Great, just great… she thought bitterly while her head snapped up to watch the struggle erupt in her own living room. Her eyes immediately adjusted to the faintly illuminated room seeing slight details through the darkness. Through most of it was questionable, she needed anything that she could get to identify whatever had landed in her home. 

When her vision steaded, she tilted her vision back to the door. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest, the ribs spared from the pounding abuse when she spotted Jean-Phillipe raise [i]her[/i] gun toward the creatures. All color drained from her skin as her feet found ground. Her legs straightened in what she could only imagine was supernatural speed.    

[center]Minor Wendigo 
(Weaker variety of a true Wendigo)[/center]

When Matthew entered within three yards of the creature, it was already alerted to his presence. Its attention turned from its prey as it twisted on a heel, its right arm raised to catch the vampire’s hand aiming for its heart. It wasn’t strong enough to hold it there. Instead, it wrenched it off aim and barely missed its shoulder. Where the fingers touched, a bitter-edged into the skin. A thin layer of ice crackled over the vampire’s wrist followed by extreme pain as if it was frostbitten. The other knife had moved too fast into its large body. The other hand wrenched it off course to its chest but felt the pain of silver enter its skin at its right lung and burned with a hiss. Its white eyes flash red toward Matthew.   

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved. I don’t like sharing,” It hissed. 

The shadows retracted, briefly, showing the real creature’s true form underneath. Disrupted by the change in light. White skin contrasted with the painted fresh blood upon its surface, like soiled snow in a murder scene. There was no visible hair as the emancipated man smiled with a toothy, shark-like grin. Sharp, icy blue eyes shifting from Matthew to JP, the man now holding a gun to them both. It seemed additional food appeared causing delight to strengthen in its features, even that even the Vampire would know what was ticking behind the thing’s gears. However, the Vampire presented competition for his prey and that threat took priority over JP’s. Only Matthew managed to catch the truth of the creature’s nature, being so close. 

When JP flipped on the light, he just saw the darkness shimmer then reform. Not catching the change fast enough.

Without much warning, the Wendigo’s grip tightened over the vampire’s highest wrist and raised up higher. Trying to force Matthew to release his weapon. The other jerked the silver blade from its side before pulling it outwards, preventing another hit. It was just barely stronger than the vampire so it couldn’t hold him for too long.  

“I think it’s time we say goodbye, but we’ll meet again. I don’t take too kindly to being attacked,” the Wendigo rasped, then used all its force to shove the vampire off his feet and at the male human.  

Ignoring the human’s earlier orders to freeze, it moved toward Holly. Already the woman was up and fallen into a defensive position. Her arms were raised just above chest level and up on her toes. Its clawed hand jerked out of her throat. Holly spotted the signs then ducked to the side, feeling the sharp tips catch her skin near the throat. Blood rushed down the shallow wounds to her shirt collar. Ignoring the sting, her left hand whipped over the outstretched arm. Her fingers extended to attempt to jab it into the eye. With inhuman speed, the Wendigo’s far hand jerked to stop it mid-rush. 

Holly blinked in shock. Where did that come from? She screamed in her head, gritting from the pain etching into her skin. Frostbite starting to settle into the skin as the creature took advantage, its earlier arm moved back to the side and its other pulled her closer. Impulsively Holly tried to fight its grip, twisting her twist out. It held like iron compared to hers. It refused to let go while she tried to strike at pressure points, none of them having any effect. Her other arm began to push against his chest while it wrapped his arm around her back, trapping her there.    

“Food...shouldn’t fight back,” it snarled. 

Its jaws widened then bite down on her shoulder. Holly screamed again, feeling her own blood start to flow and struggled more.