Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Angelus Newest Bio: The first battle of Vince, Lonely, and Angelus vs the Slayer
“We need something of a plan here.” Lonely Vampiress explained, tossing me a tank top and leather trench coat.
“What are these for?” I asked, putting them on.
“The leather is to make it harder for a stake or blade to wound you, and the tank top because -well, no good reason. But it ought to look cool.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Vince said, “But the SLAYER is getting closer REALLY quick.” Vince turned his whole attention onto me. “You know this guy - you met him in battle. Any information to share?”
“He killed me pretty quick…” I said, thinking.
“So it’s safe to say he’s badass.” Vince slammed a few shells into his firearm.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I saw Lonely Vampiress loading her own gun.
“Am I going weaponless here?” I asked. Both of them smiled.

Moments later, the slayer burst into the room, wielding a massive sword. My sword. The one I had struck him with before my second death.
All three of us were above him, crouched on a steel pipe, that was about three feet wide. I’d been given a sword - quite a great deal smaller than the stolen one below, I might add - and it was taking all of my will power to not jump down and stab him brutally.
“We will wait until his back is turned.” Lonely Vampiress whispered. “Vince and I will empty several rounds on him, and then you’ll - ”
Before she could finish, the slayer turned and I leapt down, pushing him out of the room and into the sewer-like hallway.
“He’s old.” Lonely said, in a defensive manner.
“And stupid.” Vince added. With a shrug, both jumped down to aid my battle.

“Good to see you again.” I said, before kicking him in the face. He was down, and I was enjoying the moment. “How’s business been? Have you been killing more innocent, pure, beautiful lives?”
I leaned down and struck him hard with my fist. He collapsed completely onto the ground, coughing.
I went for another kick, but he grasped my foot and twisted, sending me to crashing into the cold, wet, and extremely hard stone.
Suddenly, he was on his feet. “Angelus is back.” he said, putting out his hands theatrically.
“For another go-round, you soul-less murderer.” I spat, rising.
“Ah, I remember you more clearly now. All righteous and sure of yourself - and that bitch you loved.”
I literally snarled took a step forward.
Several places exploded on his chest with loud bangs, and he took a few staggering steps back. I looked and saw Vince and Lonely standing beside me, their weapons spouting wafts of smoke.
“No!” I screamed, baring my fangs. “He’s mine!”
The slayer found his footing again, and took off running.
“No you don’t!” I growled, running after him.
“I think you might have made a mistake bringing him back.” Vince calmly commented to his companion.
“Maybe.” she agreed.
With a shrug, they followed after me and my prey.
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