“Follow the Fangs” kept coming to mind.
I sighed, wondering if I needed
to buy myself a muzzle. Wearily I put my police equipment belt back
on and started boiling some water for hot chocolate. 'Now this is
a drink to sooth the troubled soul. Wine is just good for headaches
in the end.' As the water boiled I fed and watered my ant farm
and attempted to put up my posters of bare-chested rock idols. I
wasn’t really a fan but in the absence of expensive artwork
they did do something for ambiance. Besides, they were free.
Unfortunately by the time I finished putting up the last one they
started falling down in succession, folding over like wilted flowers. 'Cheap tape foiled by oversized posters yet again.'
“ Woomf. ” The
doors hinges gave way instantly, door flying inwards. I saw the foot
first, stomping firmly on the welcome mat. As his face turned towards
me I recognized him instantly, despite the newly grown fuzz on his
cheeks. 'Alex Whitman.' Reacting quickly I drew my taser,
firing at the center mass. 'I missed?' Even as I saw the shot
go wide it was too late. Twisting around the shot with incredible
speed and agility he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me onto the
wall. His other hand pressed a crucifix firmly to my forehead like a
branding iron.
“ Take this you crazy
vamp!” For a brief moment I froze, wondering what would happen
as I went cross-eyed looking for smoke or burning flesh. “Eh?
It's not working.”
I took the opportunity to knee
him between the legs before driving my head into his nose as he bent
over. I felt my fangs growing once more at the scent of his
intoxicating, magnificent blood. A weak growl escaped me that must
have scared me more than him but I kept enough presence of mind to
deliver an elbow to back, forcing him face-first into the ground. His
yell barely fazed me, even if my reflexive growl in response made me
cover my mouth like a nun after a swear. The moment he started to
rise I decided that decorum was entirely out of place here and body
slammed him with the full force of my dainty eighty pounds. I was
probably lucky he was still woozy from my previous shots.
Twisting him into an arm-lock
with my limited judo experience I snapped the handcuffs onto his
right arm and left leg. Even a werewolf, I hoped, would have trouble
getting out of that. Unfortunately I wasn't able to revel in my
brilliant hogtying technique for very long, as a few seconds later I
proceeded to toss my cookies. “What is that awful smell?”
I spat on his back as I retreated to the window of my kitchenette.
“ What the hell are you?”
said Alex from behind me. I turned to face him, fangs clearly visible
as I panted to draw in fresh air. Pain had largely been replaced by
confusion and stark disbelief in his face as he lay on his side in a
pile of vomit. That's when I saw it, a bulb of garlic hanging from
his neck. It should have been unbelievable that such a thing could
have so great an effect on me but I was having a hard time
disbelieving anything at the moment.
' Of all the things Hollywood
had to get right. It's not like I ever really liked garlic but if
just the smell is this bad I'm going to be worse off than those poor
saps with peanut allergies.' I
even felt a little faint, but I wasn't sure if that was from the
garlic itself or just throwing up. “I'm still figuring
that out,” I replied to him as I watched sunlight play across
my deathly pale skin.
Grabbing a paper towel I rushed
him, batting aside his one free hand with a swift kick as I grabbed
the garlic necklace with the paper towel and tore it from his neck.
Not daring to breathe I ran and launched it out the doorway, nearly
nailing a truck driving by. I stepped outside to grab a few deep
breaths of fresh air. Surprisingly no one had come to investigate the
noise as of yet. Either no one was around at four in the afternoon or
no one cared. Knowing this neighborhood it was probably a mixture of
the two,. Stepping back inside I
I sighed, wondering if I needed
to buy myself a muzzle. Wearily I put my police equipment belt back
on and started boiling some water for hot chocolate. 'Now this is
a drink to sooth the troubled soul. Wine is just good for headaches
in the end.' As the water boiled I fed and watered my ant farm
and attempted to put up my posters of bare-chested rock idols. I
wasn’t really a fan but in the absence of expensive artwork
they did do something for ambiance. Besides, they were free.
Unfortunately by the time I finished putting up the last one they
started falling down in succession, folding over like wilted flowers. 'Cheap tape foiled by oversized posters yet again.'
“ Woomf. ” The
doors hinges gave way instantly, door flying inwards. I saw the foot
first, stomping firmly on the welcome mat. As his face turned towards
me I recognized him instantly, despite the newly grown fuzz on his
cheeks. 'Alex Whitman.' Reacting quickly I drew my taser,
firing at the center mass. 'I missed?' Even as I saw the shot
go wide it was too late. Twisting around the shot with incredible
speed and agility he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me onto the
wall. His other hand pressed a crucifix firmly to my forehead like a
branding iron.
“ Take this you crazy
vamp!” For a brief moment I froze, wondering what would happen
as I went cross-eyed looking for smoke or burning flesh. “Eh?
It's not working.”
I took the opportunity to knee
him between the legs before driving my head into his nose as he bent
over. I felt my fangs growing once more at the scent of his
intoxicating, magnificent blood. A weak growl escaped me that must
have scared me more than him but I kept enough presence of mind to
deliver an elbow to back, forcing him face-first into the ground. His
yell barely fazed me, even if my reflexive growl in response made me
cover my mouth like a nun after a swear. The moment he started to
rise I decided that decorum was entirely out of place here and body
slammed him with the full force of my dainty eighty pounds. I was
probably lucky he was still woozy from my previous shots.
Twisting him into an arm-lock
with my limited judo experience I snapped the handcuffs onto his
right arm and left leg. Even a werewolf, I hoped, would have trouble
getting out of that. Unfortunately I wasn't able to revel in my
brilliant hogtying technique for very long, as a few seconds later I
proceeded to toss my cookies. “What is that awful smell?”
I spat on his back as I retreated to the window of my kitchenette.
“ What the hell are you?”
said Alex from behind me. I turned to face him, fangs clearly visible
as I panted to draw in fresh air. Pain had largely been replaced by
confusion and stark disbelief in his face as he lay on his side in a
pile of vomit. That's when I saw it, a bulb of garlic hanging from
his neck. It should have been unbelievable that such a thing could
have so great an effect on me but I was having a hard time
disbelieving anything at the moment.
' Of all the things Hollywood
had to get right. It's not like I ever really liked garlic but if
just the smell is this bad I'm going to be worse off than those poor
saps with peanut allergies.' I
even felt a little faint, but I wasn't sure if that was from the
garlic itself or just throwing up. “I'm still figuring
that out,” I replied to him as I watched sunlight play across
my deathly pale skin.
Grabbing a paper towel I rushed
him, batting aside his one free hand with a swift kick as I grabbed
the garlic necklace with the paper towel and tore it from his neck.
Not daring to breathe I ran and launched it out the doorway, nearly
nailing a truck driving by. I stepped outside to grab a few deep
breaths of fresh air. Surprisingly no one had come to investigate the
noise as of yet. Either no one was around at four in the afternoon or
no one cared. Knowing this neighborhood it was probably a mixture of
the two,. Stepping back inside I
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