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Post by Sue Mett on Nov 1, 2009 12:08:39 GMT -5
Sue took a moment to remain near the fight, catching the gentle breeze from their swings and thrown punches. In order to keep herself unharmed, along with her dress, she took a step backwards and sat down on her chaise lounge chair. The urge to check under her nails swept over her and she glanced at them for only a moment before returning her attention to her boys. Of course, she would not let either of them die or wreck her house beyond repairs.
Still, the next problem would be who would clean? If Ahmose won, he would be able to have free reign of the house and if Jack won, Ahmose would have to leave. For one, the two could not clean together after the fight and if Jack won, then he would have to clean. Perhaps she would just make her massuse clean everything for her, maybe with a bit of glamoring involved.
With vampiric speed, she got up and grabbed a TruBlood before popping it into the microwave. The only time she paused from the fight was while she waited for the beep. When her blood was ready, she sped back to her lounge couch and opened it, taking a sip from it as she watched with curiousity. Those foolish humans. Why did vampires have to mainstream? Her boys had done so beautifully out there in the world before they had to watch their actions, when they had no consequences for anything they did and they got away with everything. Drank ever drop they killed. Sekhmet was too old school.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Nov 13, 2009 17:48:21 GMT -5
The rage flowing through Jack's body was let out in one mighty roar as he thrust his hands toward Ahmose's face. His thumbs were inches from their intended target, to delve into his enemies eyes and blind him. The pain would be excruciating and for a while Ahmose would be utterly vulnerable to attack.
Just as the moment of impact was closing in he felt a swift crack on his jaw, the power of the punch from a human would be pathetic, but from such an old vampire the power sent Jack rolling away. He hit the wall of the room and shouted in frustration.
He rose to his feet and clenched his fists.
"You! Leave now before I end you!" He grabbed a nearby chair and snapped off a leg, making a sharp end, the perfect stake. He cared not what Sekhmet had said now for he was blind with fury. Ahmose would either leave now and one of them would die.
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Post by Ahmose on Nov 17, 2009 16:22:20 GMT -5
Ahmose cackled as he watched Jack go after what ever he was going after. Then he saw it a stake. "Bring it on Jackie." He enjoyed toying with this vampire. He went to another one of Sekhmet's tables and took off a leg. "Young man. I am older and stronger. And definatly not afraid of a challenge. But only shall you know. I was through messing with your mind." He snapped his stake in half. "I was actually here to tell Sekhmet that I will be coming to visit her tomorrow and it will be my last for a while." He went to Sekhmet, "Goodbye for now my precious Sekhmet. Tata Jakie." He left out the door as quickly as he came.
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Post by Sue Mett on Nov 18, 2009 14:15:40 GMT -5
Jack's move towards a stake nearly caused Sekhmet to rise to stop him until Ahmose followed the younger vampire's lead and grabbed his own stake. For a moment, it seemed the battle would end one of their afterlives, but it ended abruptly. Ahmose simply bid his mistress fairwell and left. Nothing could have shocked Sekhmet more. She was so used to her boys in action, it was odd to see one of them turn away from a steamy battle.
Raising an eyebrow, she stood in shock. What was there to do? She knew that Jack would be angry that Ahmose left the battle and just threw in the towel and Sue wanted to comfort Jack and tell him how gloriously he fought, but approaching him with that stake was not a good idea, not even for his maker. Slowly but deadly, Sue turned her gaze to Jack to assess his reaction although she had not quite figured out how to react.
In a way, she felt disappointed. Her first creation had given up in a fight just went things were getting rough. Had her creation really changed this much? Was he really becoming more of a mainstreaming vampire? It was slightly depressing to think about and she had to force herself to stop. Jack would not have given up in a fight. She sunk back down in her chaise, still staring at the ground. There were no words that could describe how she felt.
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Post by Jack Ashcroft on Nov 27, 2009 11:42:26 GMT -5
As Ahmose left Jack could feel his rage build even further. The older vampire simply left the fight? This was intolerable for Jack, he needed a resolution and he wanted Ahmose dead. His hand holding the stake closed into a fist, the wood disintegrated through his fingers. His jaw was set in stone as he watched Ahmose leave.
Jack was left standing, fury radiating from his whole body. If he were alive he would be breathing hard at this point, the adrenaline would be still pumping around his body and he would still be looking for a fight. As a vampire though it was his emotions that fueled him. His pure anger demanded a fight but there was no one around he could hit.
Sekhmet glanced at him and for a brief moment Jack considered lashing out at her, but the over riding feeling of loyalty prevented him from doing so. Instead he spun around and slammed a fist into the closest wall, screaming as he did.
Slowly he calmed himself down and turned back to Sekhmet, who was now perched on a chair. He bowed his head to her in shame for damaging the nest.
"Sorry Mistress, I'll have it repaired tomorrow."
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