All Hope Lies In Eclipse (open)

[guitarist]

((My muse has been a bit dodgy of late. Finding it difficult to post!! On the subject of Angelus and Darla, yes she punished him for leaving her before, and I always loved them as a couple, they are so evil and yet so cute together haha!! Im sure we'll think of something other than fighting and sex, as seems to be on everyone's agenda. We could introduce some NPC's or something. Anyone chasing your character? Cliche I know but eh. Or a funny spell could occur like that episode. Tabula Rasa.))

This could take all night. Angelus didn't have any desire to be stuck fighting this girl until sunrise. The sun wouldn't kill him, but it was the easiest way to defeat him; he would be stuck in a coma until someone pulled him into the shade and roused him from his sleep, which often contained dreams one on LSD would be proud of. He had tired her. This was clear by the way she was acting, and he could sense a dip in her energy. Angelus's greatest desire was to sink his fangs into that lovely neck and taste her blood. Energy coursed through him and he had at least stopped babbling and was more focused, but he was still a little worried. Not that he would let that show of course. He did, after all, have a reputation to keep up.

Angelus's senses picked up the magic infused blades. His worry increased, and he arced his sword in a circle to keep his face from betraying it by keeping his hands occupied. They were made of silver, something he really despised. He could wear silver, but if it penetrated his skin it hurt.
"I'll be sure to pass that nickname onto Angel." He would have to move fast to deflect those silver blades with his sword if she was going to hurl them at him. Once he had killed her, he would take those blades and keep them for his own use. Even if silver disagreed with him, they would be of use as long as they didn't cut him. He could even sell them. Evidently the vampire still thought he was going to be the undisputed victor of the fight.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Funny! Since school's started back up, I've been losing my muse too. I don't think I have anyone chasing my character at the moment, but I do like the sound of the whole Tabula Rasa plot. lol))

Both of her wrists flicked skillfully, resulting in the swift rotation of the two daggers in her hands. It was almost as if she was showing off, taunting him with the fact that she was quite talented with the use of edged weapons, almost more than using magic. Unfortunately, she had still been beaten in brawls that were limited to weapons or martial arts. That didn't mean she didn't learn knew things, however. In fact, one of her biggest advantages was observing in combat, noting speed, movement, direction, which added onto many possibilities to how they would attack in the end.

Maybe she'd need a Punnett square to figure out the precentages. Not that she had the time and agility to do that at the same time as fighting. Not that it would help her all that much, either, due to the fact that there was no telling in the end how the attack would be made. She could only guess.

"Leave Angel out of it," she replied with a small roll of her eyes. Angel had nothing to do with this, and that didn't mean he had to be dragged into this by his alter ego. The last thing she wanted was a vampire with a soul hunting her down all because of a silly nickname.

Then, she quickly moved forward. Because of the energy drain he had caused, she wasn't quite as fast as she had been before, but it still wasn't too easy too dodge it. She was still determined to hit him, knowing that that was a factor that helped many combatants in their fights. She held onto both of the daggers quite tightly, the right one swinging for the vampire's side right after its blade was ignited by a bright, blue flame - a color that much matched her confident eyes.

[guitarist]

(Hahaha maybe we can do that Tabula Rasa type one then. Maybe she casts a spell on him and it goes awry because he does something to try and deflect it? Maybe he uses his sword and the sword has magic in it. Or she tries to erase his memory of her and it bounces off his sword and into both their heads, and it amplifies)

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"Feelin' all sorts of fuzzy feelin's fer Angel are we?" Angelus mocked. "He truly is knight...in rather dull armour." Angel was boring in Angelus's opinion. All the man did was rescue people and complain about how evil he had been in the past. Angelus took much pride in the events of his life. The only thing that galled him was that Angel could remember every single thing he had done. Angelus hadn't been cursed with such a photographic memory by the Gypsies like Angel. Angelus was so deep in thought that he was suprised by her speed as she attacked him, those strange blades glinting menacingly. Angelus moved like lightning as she slashed a blade into his side. It sliced his shirt and into him. It was a shallow cut, but the silver and the flames burnt him searingly. It took every effort not to shout his pain out and to remain focused.

His momentum was too much for him to pull away from the cut, so it was quite a nice little slash which was burning and bleeding everywhere. As he went by, he pivoted on one foot to face her, aiming at her face with the hilt of his blade rather than cutting at her. As he did so, he moved a foot under her legs to trip her over. Once he was done with her, he would have to feed in order to heal the cut. He noted that her energy levels were still slightly down. They had managed to do a little damage to each other. She was beatable, as he was, in other words.

((Ugh its so short sorry. Fight scenes are a bitch. There is never much to post!))

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Yeah, since she's a witch, I guess that would make perfect sense for her to be the reason behind it. Whoopsies! lol))

'Feelin' all sorts of fuzzy feelin's fer Angel are we?'

She scoffed, almost fighting the urge to laugh at the mock. She wasn't at all offended or angered. As far as she was concerned, Angelus made a poor attempt at insulting her, if that was what he was trying to do. "More than you'll ever know," she responded sarcastically, a cold smile pulling at the corner of her crimson lips. No doubt, she was proud to see she had hit him, and that the slice she had performed had inflicted damage on him. Though as he came to return the favor, she knew she was in for it. Returning to a serious conduct, Champagne bent backwards in order to prevent being hit by the dagger's hilt, only to get tripped when his foot had come in contact with hers. As she fell, she kicked out her own leg in attempt to bring him down to her level. Whether she succeeded or not, she swiftly returned to her own feet by rolling backwards, her legs circling over her head and reaching the ground behind in a graceful sweep of her flexible frame. As she stood she glared either up or down at him, eyes flickering impatiently. Her daggers were still firmly held in her hands - almost too tightly, due to the fact that her knuckles were next to white - and she muttered darkly. "Pretty damn swift, aren't you?" The flames died from the blades she wielded, but as they did, the weapons themselves seemed to alter altogether. At first they appeared to be growing in size, though were no longer knives by the time they were finished transforming. They appeared to be much like flails, just without the handle. There were now silver chains wrapped around her hands, and they trailed down to the ground. At the end of the chains, there was a spiked ball, hence the description of a flail. With their weight, that was enough to knock someone out, but the spikes were even more damaging.

"Ready for round two?"

((Sorry I took so long to reply. I needed to come up with a decent muse. Best I could come up with. I've obviously been watching too much Kill Bill. xD))

[guitarist]

((OOC: Haha well cast it whenever you want! The spell I mean. I think if she uses silver on him any longer, he is going to faint. If you can hit him. And yes sorry my muse was gone then. Sometimes I can come up with some really nasty mocks! It works more if he knows the person though. It's okay I've found my muse difficult to handle in the past week or two. Grrrrrrr just busy I guess!))

OOC NOTE: Changing to first person. Feel it is easier. Just so you're not like...huh? What the fuck is she doing? haha!

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This time, I was ready to jump over her leg as she attempted to trip me over. I managed to jump backwards as well, in case she tried to strike out at me again during my moment of distraction. I was about to make a comment regarding her muttered compliment about my speed, but my attention moved to the weapons she was creating in her hands. I was not pleased, obviously. Silver. It really didn't agree with me then and it still doesn't agree with me today. What made it worse was the weapon she was forming. Spiked balls on chains. Two of them, in each hand. Either they were quite light, or she was pretty strong for her appearance. It really didn't matter, because I assumed she knew how to wield those things, and I wasn't going to go close. I didn't allow my displeasure to show on my face as I moved so that I was standing a few feet away from the old car, my back to it. I could leap upon it and onto a low lying roof just there if I had to. I'm no fool. I won't continue a battle if I feel I cannot win it. I will, however, finish the job if I get the chance in the future. This battle was no different, and I was aware that witches were not something to laugh at.

"Y' know, I had a girl like you once." I told her, smiling again. "Though, she had a dark side in her that I just couldn't resist, ye know? Hair just like yer own, eyes, too. But her family gave 'er such a horrible time, she came runnin' inter my arms. 1876." I looked up a little, as if thinking and reminiscing. “Screamed and screamed…I think we went all night, maybe a bit into the day. But…the resemblance between ye is astoundin’.” I gave her body a once over with my eyes, pointedly. I wasn’t intending on forcing myself on her, merely killing her, but I like to bring fear into my prey. Then again, this one had a real attitude. I liked her, it was a pity we were on opposite sides of the playing field.

I was becoming concerned more and more about those chains, however. If she hit me with those, I would be weakened. I’m not too strong compared to many demons around the town, although I am a lot stronger than an average vampire, even before I had been bitten by the were creature. If there was silver in my system, I would be weakened for a while until I could get rid of it. Luckily, the knife hadn’t left silver in me. The spiked balls and chain would possibly snap off or leave bits. How was I going to get close enough to her to hit her without being hit? She was fast for a human. Witches usually showed their power outwardly in various ways. What was worse, was that I could feel the were-beast inside me struggling to get out. I hated to shift. I lost control of the animal and anybody who knows me knows I hate to be out of control. Trying to get my mind off it, I moved backwards and tore a door from the rusty car, glass cutting my hands. I took no notice and hurled the thing with speed at the witch.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

((Yeah, I've been losing muse a lot lately, but since I got it back a couple of days ago, I guess I've got some catching up to do. I don't normally bother posting until I have a decent muse. And now I want to post in first-person. It does seem like it'd be easier and more...museful. =P I'll join you on that one.))

Foolishly enough, I had been convinced that this fight was over. Was he surrendering? I hoped so - pleaded to those source of my sorcery that he was declaring me winner, even if he would return to find me one day. He was a tough opponent, and believe it or not, I was quite thankful to find a challenge. It made my day. Listening to him speak, I arched an eyebrow at the random choice of topic for...random conversation. If I reminded him so much of that femme, all I can is...I just hoped I wouldn't end up in the same predicament as her. I shook the thought away.

"If you're trying to lure me into sleeping with you, that isn't the way to do it, babe," I soon scoffed, twirling the two flails with ease. The oscillations gave off a swoosh sound everytime they dipped down and over from the back. They were heavy, yes, but I did have a little more muscle to myself than I allowed to show. I noted as he backed up into the car, his hand reaching for the door. I knew what he was going to do right as he touched the large piece of metal, and had to prepare myself quicker than I would have liked to. My hands gripped tightly around the chains and pulled forward, causing the two of them to twirl and constrict around one another. By the time the rusty door was within feet from my stance, the two flails had collided into a double-chained, double-spiked-ball disaster. I flung up both of my arms, having to use all the muscle in them in order to slam the balls into his weapon of choice. The metal thorns must've literally ripped the door into utmost destruction. Right as it came into collision, the door had fallen to the left, destroyed and bent.

I pulled apart the two chains, returning them to their original condition as two separate weapons. I could feel a faint sting within my knuckles where the chains coiled tightly around. I refused to let any sign of pain and weakness show, however. Perhaps round two was surely under way.

[guitarist]

Things were getting dangerous with those silver spiked balls in the witch’s possession, but I was amused by her comments nonetheless. “Don’t flatter yerself, that wasn’t a pick up ploy.” I chuckled. I watched her casually after flinging the door, my body tensed and ready in case she flung it my way with some sort of telekinesis or other powers. I clapped my hands as the two spiked balls slammed into the door, sending it flying to the side of us in rather bad condition.

Clapping my hands slowly, I had to laugh. “Nice! Not exactly what I thought ye might do, but ye have more strength than I’d give ye credit fer.” I eyed the silver weapons as they separated again and she prepared for round two. I had an idea, but as I looked around for a source of water, I saw none and would have to go to plan B. I moved a little closer to her suddenly, but not close enough to be hit by those balls unless she swung them and let them go. “I think we’ll go fer somethin’ a little different.” I moved as close as I dared to go, extending both arms with my palms facing her. I gathered as much energy as I could and moved my palms quickly to face each silver ball, and, with as much speed as I could, aimed to shoot the energy outwards towards the silver.

Silver is the highest conductor of electricity of all the metals and I guess that was one advantage silver gave me, even where it weakened me badly. There was an odd crackling noise, and I could only hope the energy I had just used would shoot directly at the silver. It would travel up her arms and electrocute her; that was the general idea. Looking like lightning, the electricity gathered around my hands and shot directly from my palms and towards the silver. “Guess fried witch is on the menu.” I mocked as the electricity crackled around my body, giving my hair and body an eerie bluish glow. I really didn’t have any idea about the extent of my powers and was using guess and check.

((OOC: She might want to dodge that, or it might injure her or kill her. If you want to cast that spell in the next post, go ahead haha! Maybe she doesn’t want him knowing who she is.))

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

So heated up and excited about this whole brawl, I was swinging the two flail-like weapons around, their oscillating motions through the air making swishing sounds. Maybe I was just being childish, but even just swinging them around was rather fun. In all honesty, I used to mess around just playing with them more than practicing, especially at a younger age. I only injured myself in such a fashion, though as I grew older and wiser, these things proved to be quite helpful for more than just my amusement.

Right as I noticed his hands raising, I could see the concentration that took over the vampire's face. Something wasn't right. He was up to something, and just as I felt the energy oozing off of him, hesitation distracted me. Right then, I realized what he was attempting to do. Shocked and suddenly fearful of the immense energy her was exerting into his attack, I swiftly used my strength to swing my whole body, which was all I could do to release the two large weapons of silver, causing them to fly for him. The force was far too great for me to tolerate without tumbling, and so that resulted in my collapse to the alley's floor. At this, it was somewhat difficult for me to return to a stand, the breath having been knocked out of my lungs as I fell. With balance lost, I watched whatever fate the spiked balls would be put through.

Though just as soon as I realized what I had been doing - or not been doing - I staggered back up to my feet again, stumbling briefly before I resumed my concentration on the task at hand. This had gone on for long enough, and quite honestly, I knew that if we were to keep this up, the fight would last for what would feel likes ages. I knew that if I were to bring up a surrender, he'd either rub it in my face or would not accept it. In my frenzy, there was only one conclusion that I could think of: a spell to erase his memory - to make him forget the fight altogether, as well as me. I muttered something under my breath, eyes closed as a foreign phrase of sorts escaped my lips. The chant was of a Latin tongue, though was so quiet, that even one who knew the language could not comprehend what was spoken.

I felt lighter, which was often a sensation I experienced when I was in the process of casting a spell. Completely unaware of my surroundings at this point, I allowed the curse to absorb me, and myself to put my every fiber of effort into it.

[guitarist]

Laughing at my victim and caught up in the energetic attack I was using, I shot more energy into the spiked balls. I realised too late that she had let the balls fly in my direction and had fallen to the ground, out of harm’s way. I jumped into the air, the electrified balls missing me by mere millimetres. I landed lightly on my feet again, re-absorbing the electricity which was still hovering around my hands. The silver balls lay on the floor crackling before the electricity grounded itself and moved out of the metal. Because I had little control over what I was doing, having never been trained, I was still glowing blue. At least my hair wasn’t standing up. My hair was long and it would have looked quite interesting. I felt so energized I wanted to shape-shift, wanted to run in my wolf form and bounce on and off things.

“Well that was a disappointment; I was lookin’ forward ter tryin’ that.” I smirked as I spoke. She appeared to be muttering something. I have sharp hearing, obviously, considering what I am, but the electricity had made an odd barrier around me and was making so much noise, I was still fighting to contain it and draw it back into my body. I began pacing around, irritably. “Ye know I really think this fight has taught me something.” I said loudly through the shield. I never got to tell her what it had taught me, because at that moment, I realised she was casting a spell, and the look on my face was probably priceless. I turned to run. “Well, nice knowin’ ye.” I don’t think I was being cowardly or anything. I valued my life. Unlife. Existence. Whatever she was doing, it could really be anything. I looked for something to throw at her, but there was no time.

I was at the end of the alleyway when the spell hit me. Rather, it hit my shield full on, and the electricity absorbed it tenfold and shot it in all directions. Possibly right back at the spell caster herself. It hit me at full force, and now I know an electric shield has to be used properly or it will just conduct spells. Not that I had even intended to form the shield. It had formed of its own accord. This was growing ridiculous. The electric shield suddenly vanished as the spell consumed me and everything went black. Well I don’t remember if it went black or not. It might have been white, but that’s not the point, is it?

When I woke up, I had no recollection of the fight. In fact, I had no recollection of anything at all. Certainly not of who I was. I was sitting there at the end of an alleyway, blankly looking at my surroundings and trying to work out how I had gotten here. Pulling out my wallet and looking at it didn’t help either except to reveal I had a ridiculous name. Angelus? Who the hell called their child Angelus? My surname was Farrell. Irish or Scottish, then. It said I was 27 years old, and I seemed to have a lot of cash. Okay, so I was young, well off and dressed quite nicely it seemed, but I was bleeding in several places...had I gotten into a fight? Oddly, the contents of the wallet seemed weird. In fact this entire place seemed weird, yet it seemed normal at the same time. It was as if I had hardly any knowledge of the world around me at all. I had expected to see horses, I realised, yet there was a car.
“Uh oh.”

((OOC: hope you don’t mind, assumed you had already sort of cast the spell, wasn’t actually quite sure))

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

I paid no attention to him as he had made his way in the opposite direction. I was still in full concentration of my spell, my voice gradually becoming louder with confidence and energy. My body felt heated and full of life, though that had not last long once the spell was release, and a bright, yellow light shot out from my hand. I collapsed to the floor just then, finding the sudden loss of energy from the strong exertion. I had witnessed it all, mortified just as I found the light was coming back toward me. I couldn't even reply, not with as much as a scream. Then, I was struck.

I fell fully to the ground, knocked out instantly by the force of the spell. The last thing I could feel was an excruciating pain in my head as it hit the cement, and the brief warmth of blood around my scalp.

I don't know how long I had been unconscious, but when I woke up, that pain certainly hadn't gone away. On the contrary, it almost seemed to be worse than it had been before. I sat up and winced, talking a glance around with curiosity. "Where...?"

I held up a hand to my temple, some of the blood smearing onto my fingers. "Owww..." I groaned, flinching at the sight. My stomach turned a little. With no recollection of the past, I hadn't any idea as to how I ended up this way, or why. I saw the man a distance away from me who was pulling out his wallet and reading through it. He didn't know his name? Wow, what a daft bast--

Wait. What's my name? I froze. I hadn't a clue. I dug through my pockets, only to find that I didn't have anything on me that would aid me with information. That was useful. Very fucking useful.

I grumbled miserably, just sitting on the wet street and allowing my pants to get soaked. I didn't have any idea as to where I was, though the place looked somewhat dreary. It had to be night time, though it looked as if it'd only be a few hours until sunrise. Not like that mattered. It wasn't as if I was a vampire or anything that was in danger when the sun was to rise..

"Hey!" I shouted over to the guy with the long hair, holding a hand to my head as I stumbled to my feet. "Would you happen to know where there's a hospital?"

[guitarist]

It was raining. That was all I needed. I was trying to suss where I was. What country was I in? I looked around, sensing sunrise was near. Wait a moment. Why would I know that? It was quite strange that I knew such a thing. For some reason, I sensed that I wanted to avoid the sun. That was odd. I put my wallet away. At least I knew my name and a little bit about myself. I thought for a moment and then pulled it back out, pulling the cash out. America. I was in America. For a moment that seemed kind of strange, as if I didn’t belong here. Perhaps I hadn’t lived here all that long. I shoved the money back into my wallet, returning it to my coat pocket. I was about to walk out of the alleyway when I heard a shout behind me.

The first thing I noticed was that I could smell something tasty about her. What was that, blood? It smelt a little like blood, but so much better. Maybe it was fake blood and this was a set up. I moved towards her, recognising her accent to be American.
“A...a hospital?” I shrugged. I didn’t even know what city I was in. “I can’t help ye there I’m-” I paused for a moment. Irish. I’m Irish? I raised my eyebrows a little. “I don’t even know where I am.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell a stranger that I had lost my memory. “Oh...that looks like a nasty wound!” I looked around, then tore off my shirt, surprised at my strength as I ripped it clean off my body. Boy, was I well muscled. I obviously exercised and kept myself fit.

“Here...let me help you.” I pulled her towards me gently, not wishing to scare the lady. I felt as though I should be polite to her, because she was a lady, and wondered why she was alone in the streets. It struck me as odd that I had confused memories about this place, as if it was so alien to me. That made it more frustrating. Normally, when a person loses their memory, they know their surroundings. They can name places, and famous celebrities, name food brands and know a few of the animal and plant species around. It is their sense of self they lose. At the moment, I barely had any general knowledge about this place. I kept expecting to see horses and carriages, yet I knew the year was 2008 and I knew Americans drove cars. Such concepts still made me frown.

Moving my shirt to her head, I soaked up a bit of the blood. “Why don’t ye take my shirt and I will look around fer a hospital.” I let go of her and the shirt and moved towards the edge of the alleyway, trying to make my way out to a main street. “My name is Angelus, by the way. As strange as that sounds.” I knew it was a religious name, and wondered if my parents had been very God fearing people. The Irish sometimes were.

Looking around the corner, I tried to suss out where I was. I didn’t know this area at all. I didn’t know where any hospitals were or anything. My memory of this place was fuzzy at best, as if that too had been erased. I sighed, leaning against the wall in utter frustration. I remained that way for a few minutes, closing my eyes as the rain dripped from my hair down my face. What am I going to do? I put a hand to my forehead, then wondered if that was even an action I did often anyway. Confused, because I really didn’t know, I walked back towards the girl to check on her. We would have to locate a hospital together. I could not let her walk around like that alone. Here I experienced conflicting feelings; part of me didn’t care. The other part of me was telling me that I should care, and therefore I cared. It was confusing. I shut off the negative feelings as best I could.

“Who are ye? What is yer name?” I asked. “I...to be honest I don’t know how I got here. If that doesn’t sound crazy enough, I have no idea who I am, either. Just what my wallet says.” I decided she wasn’t likely to take advantage of me and my lost memory.

[Champagne, aka "Charlotte"]

Well, at least he was nice...

Of course, I could hardly concentrate on his kindness, due to the fact that I was being highly troubled by a splitting migraine. It might as well split my whole body in two! It was excruciating as hell! I watched him as he tore off his shirt - my, he was strong...had a fit frame, not to mention. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks for a moment. I must've been blushing. In hope to hide it, I bowed my head a little, my blonde hair serving as a sort of golden veil to hide the sudden shade of light vermilion on my cheeks. How embarrassing!

Since he didn't have a clue as to where the hospital was located, I supposed that he was as new to this place as I was. Of course my surroundings were beyond foreign to me; I couldn't remember a damn thing! Maybe the blow to the head had caused a high degree of brain damage. I held the cloth to my head for a moment, giving a sigh of agony as the pain only seemed to get worse from the pressure. I figured I might as well tolerate it, though. At least the blood wouldn't keep flowing. "Thanks," I murmured quietly, watching him for a moment. He seemed to be in deep thought, as if there was something troubling him. Curiosity tore at me, but I restrained from questioning. Maybe I had to take out my curiosity on a different matter - to see just how much blood had been drawn from the wound on my temple.

I pulled away the shirt to see that only a small amount had been drawn, and I stared for a second. What was up with that!? Something had to be seriously wrong, because there was quite a lot of blood on the ground as it was, and damage like this couldn't stop bleeding now. No way was I healing already...

I put a hand to my head, only to find that I had been completely wrong. I hardly felt any disturbance on the skin, as if it wasn't even wounded in the first place. Just a bit of dry skin, which indicated that it had certainly healed. I quickly put the shirt back to my head, hoping he hadn't noticed the odd event that had just occurred. He would've thought me insane if he witnessed it (I already figured that I had to be seriously inhumane if I was able to pull that off without medicine and real bandaging).

Then, he introduced himself to me. Angelus? What an odd name. I found that as my escape from the shock of my unexpected refreshment. With his explanations, I concluded that he wasn't all in the right state of mind, much like myself. I noticed I had been staring, and quickly shook my head, still holding the cloth to my head. I felt so silly right now.

"I..." I began, only to remember that I couldn't properly introduce myself if I didn't even know my name. Many complications troubled me. Should I make up a name? Should I be honest and admit that I had no memory of anything whatsoever? Should I just run away? The last two choices had me believing that they weren't the wisest, due to the fact that I was convinced I couldn't entirely trust him, regardless of what he did and told me. Sure, he seemed nice, but any guy perverted enough would do just about anything to get in a girl's panties. I didn't want to risk it. "I'm Kim," I eventually replied falsely, using the first name that came to mind. It was fine. How would he know if I was lying or not? I didn't have any proof of identification, and that was probably best, in the end.

[guitarist]

Part of me just knew the woman was lying about her name. Her heart beat was unsteady, and I frowned, because who could hear heart beats this loudly? I decided I must have some form of sensitive hearing. Then again, all of my senses were extreme. I could see very far. I found my eyes dragged towards the girl’s neck, and I realised I was hungry. Shifting a little uncomfortably, I moved back from her again, folding my arms. At least folding my arms felt natural, but when I thought about it too much I grew confused. “Nice ta meet ye, Kim.” I said a little distractedly. I had the feeling she, too, was in a bad spot right now. She was definitely nervous. I walked in a small circle, one hand on my forehead as I thought.

I stood near the wall for a moment, looking down at myself again for clues. I pulled my wallet out again, staring at my photo. Nothing clicked. I saw something interesting, however. There was a key on what looked like a dog choker chain around my neck. I put my hand up to my neck, feeling the key there. The chain was too short for me to see, but the key dangling from it was very detailed and obviously went to something. It could be a clue. What would I be wearing a key for? My house? I couldn’t find anything with an address on it. I tried to tear the key off, or find a clasp on the chain, but to my utter annoyance, I couldn’t remove the damned thing. I gave up with a frustrated curse and scowled, leaning back against the wall and looking at the girl. We had to do something. Sitting around here was going to get us nowhere.

Something else that was bothering me was that there were two spiked balls lying on the ground near the wall and there was blood on the floor. I opened my coat, seeing two daggers in my belt. I checked my boots. Daggers there too. What the hell was this? I had a leather strap across my chest too, and I realised I had a sword strapped to my back. I didn’t want to frighten Kim, so I decided to leave it where it was for now. I was also slightly injured. Had I been in a fight? Perhaps she had been in the middle of it, for her head injury had to have come from somewhere.

“Okay, I guess we get up and go ta the hospital then.” I decided. I studied her face. She didn’t look woozy, but one could never tell with a concussion. I guessed we would let the physicians take a look at her. I went towards her to help her up, when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I turned, seeing something leap from the top of the building. How the hell did it survive such a jump? The man landed lightly on his feet, and I could see two more in the air. A woman and another man. The first had rather long hair, stubble and a cigarette in his mouth. The woman was a pretty blonde, but the look on her face was cruel. The other man was bald and wearing a shirt with ‘Rancid’ written on it. He had jewellery in his face.

Stubble-face smirked, walking towards us with an annoying swagger.
“Well look what we’ve got here! Two ‘elpless people, how about givin’ us yore money!” He sounded English. “Come on yew fucking cock!” He growled. I stiffened in shock as his face transformed. What on earth was he? A demon? One of the Unseelie court? I stood in front of Kim protectively, drawing my sword. It felt natural in my hands, yet I had no memory of learning how to use it.
“Ye best leave.” I growled threateningly.
“Oh we have a fighter!” The man walked closer, and I took a step back, not sure what I was supposed to do. Would the sword even kill him?
“Oh he’s cute!” The girl smirked. “Maybe we can take him home with us!”
“I’ve got my eyes on his girl myself.” Stubble-face said. The bald man moved forward as well, but suddenly stopped, a look of shock and terror on his face.

“H..hey boss...”
“Not now, Wyatt!” He snapped. “This guy’s mine.”
“Seriously! Boss! Don’t you know who that is?” Wyatt looked visibly nervous, licking his lips with his tongue. Oddly, I could hear Kim’s heartbeat but not a heart beat from any of these demons. I gave him a confused look.
“That’s Angelus!” Wyatt hissed. ‘Boss’ turned from Wyatt to study me carefully, literally whipping his head around. I gave him a cold smirk, hoping it would scare him away. I was right. They literally tripped over themselves running. I heard Stubble-face saying something about not wanting to take me on ever.
I watched them go with a confused and relieved look on my face.
“That was...well that was strange.” I was a little afraid of myself now. Who was I? Maybe I fought crime or something. Or maybe I was evil. Whatever the case, the girl still needed medical attention and I turned back to Kim. “I guess we should get outta here.” I began leading the way out of the alleyway in the opposite direction to where they had come, not moving quickly in case she needed my help.

((OOC: We can introduce more demons and vampires if you like, or just make something up from there, up to you really!))