happy hunting Aug 19, 2011 18:57:04 GMT -5
Post by Holly on Aug 19, 2011 18:57:04 GMT -5
ymber 19 , 1595 , high noon
cloud forest, oriens, verfall
The vampiress smacked into the ground, narrowly escaping getting hit by an arrow as it flew over head. She didn't have time for something like this! Sunlight was annoying, fire was horrible, but the most annoying thing about being a vampire was having to deal slayers. Nuala pushed herself to her feet as quick as she could and continued running as fast as she could, spinning and turning. Whenever she got the chance to successfully change direction, she did.
Whoever this slayer was, however, he or she was doing a great job of keeping up with her, no matter how hard she pushed herself. Every now and again she could catch yelling, but she couldn't make out the words. They were close, but not close enough. And that's all she needed for the time being. Just gotta keep this up...
Sorcha was having a hard time with this vampire. She could hear the hasty footsteps of the blood sucker and sometimes she was able to catch a glimpse of what she looked like. Not like it mattered, though. A vampire was a vampire and nothing more than that. In Sorcha's mind, a vampire was only made to be killed. The person turned into a vampire had done something wrong and that's why they were infected. They deserved to die.
"There!" A voice called from the sword she held in her hand. In the instant Seamus said something, Sorcha found no hesitation in swinging the blade at full speed. She could see the back of the vampire. An auburn haired girl that was smaller than herself.
And then she was gone.
Nuala ducked in accordance to Seamus' call. She wasn't sure that the slayer was going to swing the certain way she had, but apparently, luck was with her in that moment. Swiftly, she spun, kicking out one leg to knock the other faerie off her feet, and swung her own weapon at her attacker. Only when she knew she made contact, Nuala jumped to her feet and sprinted off at top speed.
As soon as she was far enough away and she couldn't hear anyone chasing her, she stopped, leaning against a tree and slumping to the ground. It was then that she realized that she had more wounds than she thought. Scrapes ran along her hands, arms, and legs from when she tripped earlier. A gash ran across her thigh and she was pretty sure one of Sorcha's arrows had grazed her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Seamus had shifted to his human form, retrieving his clothes from Sorcha's pack and putting them on before trying to wake the young vampire slayer. "Oh great, she's out like a light. Stupid vampire hit her right in the head..." He muttered, standing up and looking around. Maybe there was someone who could help...