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Post by Tig on Jun 17, 2009 1:55:06 GMT -5
Anya leaned casually against the wall of an old building, she kept a close watch, not really watching for anything, it wasn't like she was going to find anything that would surprise her out in this crazy city.
She caught scent of the werewolf, who had just arrived in a roof across from where Anya stood. Anya's gaze lifted, watching the red headed, unhappy creature. There was so much pain that Fiona kept bottled inside, a past she kept hidden, letting no one inside, and lashing out at anyone who wanted to help.
A sigh escaped the vampire's lips, she wanted to help the werewolf, but there was no way she could get close, they were like oil and water when together.
Fiona growled low in the back of her throat, as she spotted Anya. She crouched down low, staying up on the roof, it was the only place she was alone, everyone stayed on the ground, rarely noticing her on the roof, except for the fallen angel who'd amused her. He'd been the only one she could stand. Now he was gone, and she was.... alone, and angry.
"Vampires," she growled, in annoyance. She snorted, her gaze on Anya, but she didn't move from her spot, she just thought of ways to end Anya's life.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 1:45:04 GMT -5
Passing through, Johnny watched Anya and Fiona's encounter. The sudden notion of a fight urged Johnny to step in. "Hey, what's going on?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 2:04:41 GMT -5
Anya's gaze shifted to Johnny, this was not the place for him to be, not now. "Nothing, every things fine."
Fiona growled low in the back of her throat, jumping down and approaching, her gaze on Johnny, Anya would fight to the death if someone was threatened.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 2:12:21 GMT -5
Johnny drew out his gun and looked at Fiona and replied, "Just back away, ok?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 2:28:13 GMT -5
Fiona cocked her head to the side, amused he brought his gun. "You think that toy will harm me, do you?" she taunted. "You don't have the bullets that would kill me."
Anya didn't want Johnny involved, Fiona was driven by hate and anger, she stepped between fiona and johnny
"Fiona.... he's not involved in with your fight against me..." Anya spoke softly.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 3:28:40 GMT -5
Johnny calmly replied, "Try me."; he was bluffing.
Johnny turned back to Anya and said, "I know what you are, but still, I can't help but protect you."
Johnny gazed back to Fiona and replied, "So, its your move."
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 4:08:53 GMT -5
"Its okay, i can handle her," Anya told him.
Fiona rolled her eyes. "You don't even know what I am," she snapped. "You couldn't possibly know what will kill me." Her gaze shifted to Anya. "But she knows. You can't protect her, because either way, I'm going to fight her. I'm going to kill her. Perhaps you're willing to sacrifice yourself for the battle of werewolf against vampire." she moved around Anya and lunged toward him, lashing out with her claws.
Anya reacted, tackling Fiona, in order to protect Johnny, she fought with the werewolf. Two beasts in a fight to the death.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 9:55:36 GMT -5
Johnny motioned between Anya and Fiona in an attempt to split them apart. "Stop this, both of you!", Johnny shouted. "We're all adults here."
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 12:17:35 GMT -5
Anya held Fiona down forcefully, but the werewolf kept trying to scratch her, to harm her, both of them were bleeding from various wounds. "She's not going to stop," she told Johnny.
Fiona's eyes were filled with anger, also a hidden sorrow that held the pain of her past, she threw Anya off her, then jumped up and rushed for Johnny, her body taking the form of the wolf in her blood lust.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 12:58:06 GMT -5
Johnny drew his gun and fired a shot as he took the brunt of Fiona's tackle.
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 13:18:08 GMT -5
Fiona felt the shot, pain filled her body, the bullet wasn't silver, it would hurt for a while, but it wouldn't kill her. She wrapped her hand around his neck, digging her claws in as she squeezed hard.
Anya came up behind Fiona, grabbing her, pulling her away from Johnny. SHe saw that the werewolf would stop at nothing to get blood on her hands, and Johnny was threatened. She grabbed her dagger and cut Fiona's throat, then sank her fangs in deep into the waiting flesh.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 13:22:00 GMT -5
Johnny gasped for air as he rose, stumbling.
"Must you kill her?", Johnny asked.
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 13:30:48 GMT -5
Anya shifted her gaze to Johnny, lifting her head. "She's a danger to herself, and others, she wants this." She moved her hand to Fiona's throat, using her powers to heal the werewolf, but Fiona just pushed her hand away.
Fiona fell to her knees. "...Let it end," she gasped, laying on her back. "I'm tired of existing." She closed her eyes.
Anya knelt beside her, clutching at Fiona's hand, it was really hard to let Fiona die. Even if she was an enemy, it went agaisnt her morals to just let her die, but each time she tried to heal Fiona, the werewolf just kept pushing the hand away.
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Post by citizenmike on Jun 19, 2009 13:41:38 GMT -5
Johnny turned his head as Anya killed Fiona. Murder was something he had done many times in the past, but for some reason, he couldn't watch the sight of seeing someone he knew go like that. He could have detached himself and watched, but he didn't want to. Not now.
"Is she gone?"
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Post by Tig on Jun 19, 2009 13:51:38 GMT -5
Anya watched as Fiona slowly faded away, till Fiona took her last breath.
Anya rubbed at her eyes, finding tears. "...Yes," she whispered.
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