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Oh, and some stray bullet had taken one of her eyes out while exiting her skull through the opposite direction, but that pain was a minor annoyance right now compared to the mess she was witnessing. She sighed, eyeing the scene with her remaining eye as the socket began to emit smoke, struggling to regenerate under the sunlight. Who was going to pay her shattered sunglasses now? They weren't exactly cheap. She frowned finally, and began her march. Only one covenant remained.
"My, what a mess." She said, and then let her go out of her umbrella, moving like a blur. Her hand became bloodied, as the throat of the remaining Covenant exploded in a shower of blood. She picked her umbrella afterwards, sheltering herself under the sun once more, licking the blood of her hand greedily. "You guys oughta control yourselves better." She muttered, a sulking tone in her voice.
She knelt down upon the prone, and battered frown of the fledging. A healer line? Interesting. It was then when she recognized her face. "Hey. I know you." She added, the mists of age summoning an scene, long time ago. "England. 1869, I believe? Miss-two-blueberry-muffins-instead-of-one-to-cheer-me-up." She chuckled at the sheer hilarity. Oh well, she had lost something. But she could gain something aswell. She hauled one of the fresh bodies with a single arm, as if it were a ragdoll. Forcefully, she then yanked the head of the fledling vampire, making sure Eloise's mouth was sunk into the neck of the incapacitated Covenant. "The blood is still useable, but it'll go bad quickly. Drink." She ordered the young vampire with a stern tone. "It'll cure that hole in your stomach." She added.
Well, she had partially regained the sight on her eye, that was a given. It was then when she inspected the gun-ho man who had picked a fight with the Covenant. She hissed, as she grabbed the man by the collar with one hand and shook him up, awake if she needed to. Expletives in latin came through her mouth. "You imbecile! This is your fault!" She hollered. "My sunglasses are ruined, and those covenants now will waste time finding the town because of your stupid gunfire. What's your problem, lackwit?"
She then tossed the burly man gently against the car, which she guessed it was his. And by gently she meant she hoped she didn't break any of his bones. "You're going to be the driver. And get me and this newfound fledging out of here. I'm not tall enough to reach the gas and this lady probably doesn't know what a car is. If you try something...like this...cheap flick action, I will tear your heart through your anus. Are we clear?" She snarled.
"Good grief." She finished, as she eyed both of her unlikely companions. She better had to finish her business quick, nausea was catching up with her finally and she felt growing weaker by the moment.
Oh, and some stray bullet had taken one of her eyes out while exiting her skull through the opposite direction, but that pain was a minor annoyance right now compared to the mess she was witnessing. She sighed, eyeing the scene with her remaining eye as the socket began to emit smoke, struggling to regenerate under the sunlight. Who was going to pay her shattered sunglasses now? They weren't exactly cheap. She frowned finally, and began her march. Only one covenant remained.
"My, what a mess." She said, and then let her go out of her umbrella, moving like a blur. Her hand became bloodied, as the throat of the remaining Covenant exploded in a shower of blood. She picked her umbrella afterwards, sheltering herself under the sun once more, licking the blood of her hand greedily. "You guys oughta control yourselves better." She muttered, a sulking tone in her voice.
She knelt down upon the prone, and battered frown of the fledging. A healer line? Interesting. It was then when she recognized her face. "Hey. I know you." She added, the mists of age summoning an scene, long time ago. "England. 1869, I believe? Miss-two-blueberry-muffins-instead-of-one-to-cheer-me-up." She chuckled at the sheer hilarity. Oh well, she had lost something. But she could gain something aswell. She hauled one of the fresh bodies with a single arm, as if it were a ragdoll. Forcefully, she then yanked the head of the fledling vampire, making sure Eloise's mouth was sunk into the neck of the incapacitated Covenant. "The blood is still useable, but it'll go bad quickly. Drink." She ordered the young vampire with a stern tone. "It'll cure that hole in your stomach." She added.
Well, she had partially regained the sight on her eye, that was a given. It was then when she inspected the gun-ho man who had picked a fight with the Covenant. She hissed, as she grabbed the man by the collar with one hand and shook him up, awake if she needed to. Expletives in latin came through her mouth. "You imbecile! This is your fault!" She hollered. "My sunglasses are ruined, and those covenants now will waste time finding the town because of your stupid gunfire. What's your problem, lackwit?"
She then tossed the burly man gently against the car, which she guessed it was his. And by gently she meant she hoped she didn't break any of his bones. "You're going to be the driver. And get me and this newfound fledging out of here. I'm not tall enough to reach the gas and this lady probably doesn't know what a car is. If you try something...like this...cheap flick action, I will tear your heart through your anus. Are we clear?" She snarled.
"Good grief." She finished, as she eyed both of her unlikely companions. She better had to finish her business quick, nausea was catching up with her finally and she felt growing weaker by the moment.