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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 21:26:50 GMT -5
Peter smiled. "I hope, otherwise you'd be in trouble. Natural instinct would take over and..." He didn't finish. He kept his distance from her, about three feet between them for safety precautions.
Ray had been watching them in an oak. He did have his gun aimed for Peter, but when Izzy had dropped and scraped her hand, he had to restrain himself. The smell lingered around him and he started to feel his self control slipping from his grasp. The instinct took over and he leaped out of the tree and ran at Izzy, but ran into Peter instead. He watched as Peter flew into a tree. Ray turned to Izzy and grabbed her wrist, ripping the t-shirt off her hand.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 21:30:01 GMT -5
Izzy gasped as Peter flew into a tree. She cursed under her breath. Being a vampire gave her great reflaxes and super strength. Now, she was weak and slow. "Let me go!" she snarled, pulling away in Ray's grip on her wrist.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 21:39:32 GMT -5
Ray growled and pushed her to the ground. He knelt over her, holding both of her wrists to the earth.
Peter moaned, detaching himself from the tree. He heard Izzy and turned to see Ray kneeling over her, holding her down. He growled and ran at him, kicking him in the side. Peter winced, instantly grasping his left arm. He crouched beside Izzy. "You okay?" he asked, holding out his left hand to help her up.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 21:44:43 GMT -5
Izzy took his hand and got to her feet before replying. "Other than the fact that a crazed, thirsty vampire tried to drink my blood, I'm good."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 21:53:37 GMT -5
I don't blame him, he thought, turning to where he had kicked Ray. "You better not move," he snarled, running at him. He held him to the ground by the shoulders.
Ray growled and tried to get out of Peter's hold, thrashing his arms uselessly. "Let me go," he hissed through clenched teeth. He gasped silently as his side wound reopened. His fingers twitched, itching to reach to his mouth. He had Izzy's blood on his fingers and he was trying to resist biting Peter's wrists to get him off.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 21:56:09 GMT -5
Izzy took a few steps forward to watch. "You still need to be careful." she whispered, holding her injured wrist.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 22:05:22 GMT -5
Peter looked at Ray's face, seeing the thirst in his black eyes. "You aren't going to kill Izzy. I won't let you." He put more force into his grasp on his shoulders, almost making the bones break.
Ray's mouth hung open in pain, but he couldn't find any sound within himself. He clenched his hands into fists, shutting his eyes tightly. His breaths were short and fast.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 22:07:18 GMT -5
"Don't kill him!" Izzy interjected. "Your not a murderer. Don't start for my sake."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 22:48:59 GMT -5
Peter imediately released Ray's shoulders and went to stand by Izzy.
Ray groaned as he slowly sat up. "You made me bleed, moron," he growled, clutching his injured side.
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 22:49:58 GMT -5
"You almost killed me." she replied angirly. "Your lucky he didn't kill you like he wanted."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 22:52:33 GMT -5
"He wasn't going to kill me," he hissed. "He was remembering what he did to me last time, and Sissy. That's her name, right?"
Peter growled. "How did you know that?"
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -5
"Because he's a nosey runt." she replied, grabbing his arm.
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Post by Spotts on Aug 29, 2009 22:58:10 GMT -5
Peter blinked. "Tell me how you know what I was thinking."
Ray rolled his eyes. "if you haven't guessed already, I can see other people's memories as clear as they do."
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Post by Mother Kumo on Aug 29, 2009 22:58:51 GMT -5
"Well, stay out of my mind."
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Post by Spotts on Aug 30, 2009 16:25:52 GMT -5
"I can also erase any of those memories, no hassle." He smiled deviously, staring at Peter. "Any memory, old or new. Maybe you would like it better if you can't remember meeting each other? All those other memories of kissing and such wouldn't make sense."
"Leave us alone, and our memories. Unless you'd rather go home without some of your limbs."
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