Moving with
better than average speed, the being started to strip her, with incredible
accuracy. That was kind of impressive, given he didn’t even scratch her skin.
As far as Eve could tell there wasn’t so much as a mark on the pale flesh that
was being exposed. So that was a potential threat to her in the coming fight.
The man wasn’t moving all that fast though, which could mean anything, really. The middle sized man with the
funny fur hat barked something that Eve totally didn’t know how to translate,
but suspected it was name calling, and then moved toward her, pulling a knife
from his waistband, as she waited for him to cross the room and stab, or try to
rape, her.
“Say, I’m missing part of this.
Who are these men again?”
Iryna tried to speak, and
seemed ready to explain, but was hit again. Whoever the large man with the
mustache was, he really seemed to be focusing on the familiar woman. His friend
wasn’t that bright though.
As she hit the floor their
hostess explained, like the impact had barely hurt her at all, her voice very
rough and angry.
“They are thieves, sent from
those that would take us into a most foolish war with the Council.” She didn’t seemed pleased to have them there, trying to collect their tribute. That was either
good acting and the whole thing was a set up to kill them, or she meant it, and
was on their side, like she’d indicated all evening. That would be good, since
she kind of liked the ambassador.
More than the twerps that had
come there to die, at any rate.
Eve nodded though. That explained
a lot about why the Council was going to have a problem with them, didn’t it?
These dip wads were cleaning out the embassies, and taking everything for
themselves.
“So, they want the taxes that the
good Vampires have paid in?”
“Yes. They come twice a month. I
did not know they would be here now, or I would have sent you away. I am sorry.
It is my duty to protect you.” She got to her feet again, ready to fight the
three men, even if it meant dying. It was pretty clear on her face. To Eve at
least. The attackers didn’t seem to understand that anything had changed in the
room in particular.
Nikki stood up, her red hair
getting a lot of attention from the three men, even if Eve was better looking.
“Well, I guess we better give
them what they need then?” There was no slyness to the words, and she really
seemed to mean giving them the tax money.
The one with the knife was still
moving in toward her, slowly, so Eve expelled all the air from her lungs. It
might not be the best plan in the world, fighting them, but she wasn’t going to
let herself be gang raped just to keep up her tourism cover.
As she did it, she smiled, and
spoke a phrase that she wasn’t certain she got right.
“Have you shovels?”
Iryna looked perplexed, but
nodded, as the three men died.
The smallest of them did manage
to spin in place, and make a swipe at her as Eve went for him, moving about
half as fast as she was. That was probably fast, compared to most people, but
not really enough to save him. Or hurt her, so that worked out pretty well,
really. Then using the force of her attack, she dashed to the right, to hit the
big and funny dressed man. He looked like a Cossack. That was what those people
had been called, she thought. Bey had described them to her, while they
practiced the new language. Then, being a Vampire, he might actually have been, at one time. A hundred years or more back in time, maybe?
If so, he’d really needed to
update his wardrobe. It was the twenty-first century, and fur was way out of
fashion. The coat was kind of cool though, but looked wrong, being floor length
and leather.
The last man bravely tried to run
for the door, screaming in fear, but he wasn’t that fast, and had only managed
to turn his back to her when she hit. At the very last second, she stopped,
grabbed his right arm, and pried it backward. It was hard to do, since he was
incredibly strong.
better than average speed, the being started to strip her, with incredible
accuracy. That was kind of impressive, given he didn’t even scratch her skin.
As far as Eve could tell there wasn’t so much as a mark on the pale flesh that
was being exposed. So that was a potential threat to her in the coming fight.
The man wasn’t moving all that fast though, which could mean anything, really. The middle sized man with the
funny fur hat barked something that Eve totally didn’t know how to translate,
but suspected it was name calling, and then moved toward her, pulling a knife
from his waistband, as she waited for him to cross the room and stab, or try to
rape, her.
“Say, I’m missing part of this.
Who are these men again?”
Iryna tried to speak, and
seemed ready to explain, but was hit again. Whoever the large man with the
mustache was, he really seemed to be focusing on the familiar woman. His friend
wasn’t that bright though.
As she hit the floor their
hostess explained, like the impact had barely hurt her at all, her voice very
rough and angry.
“They are thieves, sent from
those that would take us into a most foolish war with the Council.” She didn’t seemed pleased to have them there, trying to collect their tribute. That was either
good acting and the whole thing was a set up to kill them, or she meant it, and
was on their side, like she’d indicated all evening. That would be good, since
she kind of liked the ambassador.
More than the twerps that had
come there to die, at any rate.
Eve nodded though. That explained
a lot about why the Council was going to have a problem with them, didn’t it?
These dip wads were cleaning out the embassies, and taking everything for
themselves.
“So, they want the taxes that the
good Vampires have paid in?”
“Yes. They come twice a month. I
did not know they would be here now, or I would have sent you away. I am sorry.
It is my duty to protect you.” She got to her feet again, ready to fight the
three men, even if it meant dying. It was pretty clear on her face. To Eve at
least. The attackers didn’t seem to understand that anything had changed in the
room in particular.
Nikki stood up, her red hair
getting a lot of attention from the three men, even if Eve was better looking.
“Well, I guess we better give
them what they need then?” There was no slyness to the words, and she really
seemed to mean giving them the tax money.
The one with the knife was still
moving in toward her, slowly, so Eve expelled all the air from her lungs. It
might not be the best plan in the world, fighting them, but she wasn’t going to
let herself be gang raped just to keep up her tourism cover.
As she did it, she smiled, and
spoke a phrase that she wasn’t certain she got right.
“Have you shovels?”
Iryna looked perplexed, but
nodded, as the three men died.
The smallest of them did manage
to spin in place, and make a swipe at her as Eve went for him, moving about
half as fast as she was. That was probably fast, compared to most people, but
not really enough to save him. Or hurt her, so that worked out pretty well,
really. Then using the force of her attack, she dashed to the right, to hit the
big and funny dressed man. He looked like a Cossack. That was what those people
had been called, she thought. Bey had described them to her, while they
practiced the new language. Then, being a Vampire, he might actually have been, at one time. A hundred years or more back in time, maybe?
If so, he’d really needed to
update his wardrobe. It was the twenty-first century, and fur was way out of
fashion. The coat was kind of cool though, but looked wrong, being floor length
and leather.
The last man bravely tried to run
for the door, screaming in fear, but he wasn’t that fast, and had only managed
to turn his back to her when she hit. At the very last second, she stopped,
grabbed his right arm, and pried it backward. It was hard to do, since he was
incredibly strong.
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