Bad Moon Rising [Meadhbh]

[ansy]

- The night was quiet in Hyde Park which he liked. The silence gave him a chance to get a bearing on his surroundings without all the noises of cars and people talking filling up his mind. From what he can tell there are no other vampires in the park, no werewolves and no humans. Odd, usually there's someone in the park. As much as Sully did quite enjoy the quiet this was an unnatural kind of quiet, one that always came before something bad was about to happen be it for him or by his hand. Just to be safe the Izan assassin takes out one of his many knives, this one a nice, highly polished hunting knife, great for sticking vampires in the neck and wolves in the face. His up close mays of killing have never been subtle.

The sound of his phone ringing makes Sully jump a little, he'd been concentrating on listening for movements of others in the park that the sound of his mobile had been mistaken by his mind for someone elses ringtone. Curses himself for been such a wuss to jump at the sound of his own mobile ringing Sully flips open the phone to answer it. Only one person had this number to contact him, his boss Damien. Not wanting to keep his boss waiting Sully answer the phone with a simple hello. The conversation, if it can be called that, is short and to the point. Tonight is the time to get rid of the WFTW member Meadhbh. She knew of the spies Izan had in WFTW and so had to be gotten rid of.

Sully has taken on wolves before, once he took on two and barely got away with his life, it is certainly something he would not like to experience again. All intel points to this werewolf living on her own, that would certainly make things easier for him. He wouldn't give this wolf time to change, he'd be a moron to give any wolf a chance to change. As big of a risk taker that Sully can be even he knows not to let that happen. Those jaws come down on you and it's bye-bye.

The address of the house memorised Sully makes his way to it running ways to off the girl in his head. Would he go for a long range kill with the guns he has? Or a more up close and personal approach with the knives? A long range would be better since it would mean less chance of him getting injured, but it also means more chances of missing if she moves while aiming. He mulls the two options over in his head. I close up kill would do tonight, he wants to make sure this mark is actually dead after he's done. No vampire or werewolf can survive been stabbed in the heart, brain or having their heads lopped off.

[kira]

Ring... ring... ring...

"Come on Jeena," Meadhbh muttered into the receiver, shuffling her feet anxiously. The words were only met by ring... ring... ring... "Fuck it," she growled impatiently, slamming the phone back down, before immediately grabbing it back up and dialing Morrison's number. His phone only rang four times then went right to the answering machine. A nervous sigh escaped the wolf and she left a hurried message. "I have to talk, you know about what. I'll call you back." With that, the phone was set back down, ending the call.

Joining WFTW seemed to have been the worst mistake Meadhbh had ever made. She was too quiet of a person, too small, to easily make her presence known. Most of the time, this only put her in positions where she would accidentally eavesdrop on a little gossip, on who was sleeping with who and where you could find the best drugs. But now she had stumbled into something so much more sinister. She'd merely been fixing a few security cameras outside of the office at the time, when she could overhear a man talking on his phone around the corner of the building. Only the vampire's (or at least she'd thought he was a leech) side of the conversation could be heard, yet he said enough that she grew suspicious.

That night she'd called Morrison, knowing that he would be to busy to come over, to discuss what she had heard. Something about money, a file, Izan... Other odd things along these lines. Morrison picked up on what she had already and told her to be careful (of course) and to find herself a guard of sorts. He then informed her that she shouldn't talk about this on the phone anymore; you never knew who as listening. He was right for sure, and she had considered this, but she was positive that no one was concerned in someone so insignificant as her that she thought she was safe, at least for a while. At least until someone had realized where she'd been when that man had been on the phone...

Perhaps she was just being paranoid now. It had been four days since, and she hadn't gotten so much as a threatening glance to suggest that she had been found out. However, there was still an intense feel of uneasiness, as though those few days had merely been the calm before a storm. The longer she waited for someone to show up at her doorstep to confront her, the more certain she became that trouble was coming to find her.

"Calm down," she grumbled to herself, grabbing up a bottle of pills, "calm..." After dropping down on the sofa she pulled open the bottle then swallowed a few. Her symptoms of epilepsy weren't bothering at the moment, but it was better to be safe than sorry, take preventative steps. The drugs also quieted her mood to an extent and let her think just that much clearer. Meadhbh needed to process her thoughts much better, her head felt all clouded with unjustified fear, yet her senses were so alive, she could smell, hear, feel, every little thing...

Vampire... Not that it was strange to smell a leech in this part of the park, but she was so on edge that a vampire near her house was only foreboding. She jumped to her feet, dashing quietly over to the door, before locking the deadbolt and chain lock. It wasn't that the wolf was afraid this blood-sucker getting into her house, she was just being cautious. Anyone walking around her building would have warranted the same reaction, even if it had been Morrison.

[ansy]

He hadn't been given any specifics about how the wolf had to be taken out which made him guess that any way was fine. She knows she's in trouble with a larger force than just one vampire coming after her so Sully knew he wouldn't be able to get Meadhbh to come out of her apartment, he would have to go in after her. But how? He couldn't walk up to the front door and ask politely to be let in now could he, besides the door is probably bolted and chained so trying to break it down in out of the question too. Looks like it's going to be an old fashioned break in. Sneaking up on the place isn't easy, the loose soil shifts underfoot making his presence known to anyone listening. Sully didn't care quiet and slow had never been his style. Looking around he picks up a decent sized rock and throws it at one of the windows as hard as he can, of course the rock goes through the glass with a loud crash and a thud as it hits the floor inside. He does the same to a few more windows then enters the building through one of the 'opened' windows, careful not to cut himself on the glass bleeding would only make his wereabouts more obvious to Meadhbh.

He had come into a bedroom, not the marks by the looks of things but it smelt of werewolf. Sully takes a moment to check his gear once more; two semi-auto handguns, a sawn-off double barrel shotgun, a retractable police club and a needle dart taser... And of course his hunting knife which he always carries. Slowly he takes out one of the guns and walks towards the bedroom door. Please don't squeak The handle turns slowly and thankfully makes no squeak to give away his presence to Meadhbh. His gun still raised Sully opens the door wide enough fir him to get through. The urge to call out and taunt her is great but his training as taunt him better than to act the fool when on such an important job. Instead he listens for her movements, his finger hovering just above the trigger ready to fire.

[kira]

A surprised squeal almost escaped Meadhbh's lips at the sound of a loud crash coming from the bedroom in the back of the house. Her hand found its way over her mouth in time to keep noise bursting out, not wanting to alert the intruder to her immediate location. The stench of vampire was stronger now, indicating that the leech she had smelled earlier was the one now prowling through her home. She was also nearly certain that this man had been sent to 'off' her and she wasn't going to fool herself that the blood-sucker wouldn't be competent to kill her with one hit of some weapon, be it gun or crossbar. Though she'd far prefer a bullet to anything else; easy to dodge and faster to kill if you were hit.

As quiet, and as slow as she dared, the wolf moved away from the door and toward the basement stairs, near the kitchen which was thankfully not close to the back bedroom. Before moving down below the house, Meadhbh grabbed the ring of keys off the hook next to the front door and tucked it into her pocket, planning to barricade herself down there until the threat was gone. But once she got to the small room that used to serve as her own personal little dungeon, she found that she couldn't lock it. Having had no use for such a room in decades, she hadn't kept anything maintained. The padlock was rusted out, due to moisture from a leak in the basement and fell from the hook on the door as she soon as she pressed the correct key into it.

"Fuck," Meadhbh blurted out, dropping the ring of keys to the ground. There wasn't anywhere else that she could have holed up in the house; none of the other rooms had any serious locks installed on the doors. Her other options were to run or to stand and fight. Of course she couldn't run, it was too cowardly and it wasn't as if she could hide from whatever organization was chasing her. And to fight might be futile in the long run, but at least she could survive the night and get rid of one assassin, it might even buy her enough time to get herself lost.

Heart pumping the slightest bit faster now at the realization that she would actually have to fight for her life, she searched the corners of the dark basement for any sort of weapon. A pile of rusty pipes lay on the concrete floor and thinking this would be a suitable weapon, the woman picked the shortest one up. It was rather heavy, maybe as much as two stones, and rather ragged on the outside from rust scales. Not wanting to cut her hands on the rough metal, she pulled off the cardigan she wore and tied around the bottom of the pipe. The knit fabric worked well in protecting her palms from being scraped and held fast on the jagged rust.

After a deep, resigned sigh, Meadhbh moved back up the stairs and into the living room once more. The leech was getting closer. His footsteps weren't audible yet, but his scent was slowly stronger. Near silently, the wolf moved her back against the edge of the other side of a wall she knew that the vamp would have to pass, her makeshift club ready to in her hands to be swung.

[ansy]

He knows better than to just go out around a doorway, she could be waiting just around the corner on the other side. He can smell the iron rust on the pipe, that metallic smell reminding him of blood. "You could make this much easier if you just showed yourself. We both want this to be done and over as quickly as possible and I'd be willing to make your death swift how does a shot to the head sound to you? I think it's a good option, the other been I hunt you down around this building and when I do find you your mode of death wont be as quick as a bullet to your brain. Perhaps giving you a few jolts with a high power taser? Some stab wounds? Or just me going to town on your pretty face".

Sully turns around slowly so that he is facing the wall, his gun still raised. There's no way the bullets could make it through the brick wall, if the walls had been made out of plaster it would be a different story. Sighing to himself Sully side-steps towards the door at an angle until he can see a bit of her hands holding the pipe. "No weapons of your own? So you have to resort to using pipes, that kind of crap I would expect from a human but not a werewolf". There is a clicking sound of the safety of his handgun been taken off. Suddenly he steps out through the doorway and pulls the trigger. Even if Meadhbh did manage to hit him with the pipe it isn't enough to knock him out, hell he could be hit by a car and all it would do is give him a few cuts and a broken bone or two which would heal up in no time, nothing that would keep him down for too long.

Saying that he would give her the option of her death been quick was a lie really. Sully hated his targets going out fast, it was his little sick secret that he loved watching them suffer and squirm as they died, as he cut, kicked, punched and generally wounded them. His shot had been more of warning shot than anything else, aimed around Meadbhb's shoulders but not near her heart. As good as he was with a gun Sully wasn't that good at from the hip shooting. His skills were more in aimed shots like sniping. Up close he has always liked to use his bare hands or some form of blunt object.

(i didn't want to power play where she got hit, or if she even was hit)

[kira]

... Perhaps giving you a few jolts with a high power taser? Some stab wounds? Or just me going to town on your pretty face."

Meadhbh swallowed through a hard lump in her throat, breath almost puffing from her nostrils as she breathed faster and deeper. The thought of injury scared her half to death but the prospect of torture sent her nerves through the roof. Adrenaline was rushing through her in enormous amounts, her body begging her choose flight over fight. Yet she wasn't a coward, she wasn't just going to run to be later found again. And she had the terrible feeling that if she run, he'd shoot her in the leg then drag out her death as long as possible. "No, you're not going to die," growled the wolf in her head, though even it sounded unsure.

Thud thud thud...

The vampires steps steadily grew closer and the smell of him was stronger than ever. "No weapons of your own? So you have to resort to using pipes, that kind of crap I would expect from a human but not a werewolf." The sound of his voice was far too close, just around the corner of the wall. Then there as a soft click. Her thoughts had been right; he did have a gun. Oh, christ, why the hell didn't she keep a gun with her? Iivan had suggested to her so many times, but she'd just shrugged him off as him wanting to sell something. Now, the wolf saw her mistake; sometimes pure physical fighting wasn't enough to keep you safe.

Meadhbh nearly yelped when the leech jumped around to face her, firing at her as he did. The bullet came close to burying itself in her shoulder, but was not well enough aimed and instead the projectile skimmed over her arm, tearing up her shirt and leaving a short, but deep, gouge in her skin, before it crashed into the wall behind her. A ringing found itself in her ears after the quiet that followed the gunshot. But she didn't let herself ponder on it and swung her arms around, the pipe held tightly, aiming right for his damned head.

[ansy]

The smell of her blood tells him that the bullet hit its mark, but he hears the bullet hit the wall behind Meadhbh which tells him that the projectile only grazed the wolfs shoulder instead of getting lodged in her skin and muscle. Never been good at shooting without aim. Should have tried my luck with a sniper rifle than coming in her damn house like this. Seeing the pipe coming towards his head Sully lifts up his arm, the metal hitting his forearm with a dull thud. He cringes at the impact, the rusted metal cutting up his skin, dark blood running down his forearm and dripping off his elbow. Moving quickly he drops the gun and grabs the pipe with the hand that had been holding the gun. Holding the pipe Sully turns his head to look at Meadhbh, his fangs bared. "Nice try doggie, but it's going to take more than a stupid pipe to take me down"

He rips the pipe out of her hand and throws it to the ground, his attention kept on Meadhbh the whole time. Growling he steps towards her, his hand drawn back and then forwards aimed right at her face. The punch lands on the side of her face. He advances again, this time grabbing her by her throat and pushes her up against the wall taking out his knife and holding it against her jaw. "One little slip is all it would take and your blood will be spilling out all over this floor. Now personally I'd prefer this to stay a clean kill, I don't have time to be cleaning up". His grip on her throat tightens some more, his nails digging into her skin a little. "Too bad your blood is poisonous to my kind, it would be so nice to taste that lovely liquid that pumps through your veins. I guess I'll just have to make do with seeing it and not tasting it"

[kira]

Meadhbh hadn't expected to be able to hit the vampire in the head, she knew he would be fast enough to block it. At least the rust on the pipe managed to cut him up somewhat. The thick stench of his blood filled her nostrils so she could not breath for a moment, but she forced herself to bear the smell and suck in air through her mouth. When he grabbed at the pipe, the wolf tightened her grip, loathing to be weaponless. "Nice try doggie, but it's going to take more than a stupid pipe to take me down." He growled, fangs bared, right before yanking the pipe powerfully out of the woman's hands. The cardigan that had been wrapped around the end she had been holding ripped to shreds as the rust scales tore at it. Meadhbh almost cringed; she'd adored that sweater.

However, there was no time for remorse over stupid clothing as the leech had turned on her again, moving toward her. She moved back at the same pace he was going, reaching behind her, hoping to bump into a table and find some sort of object to defend herself with. But before her hand had even grazed on anything remotely helpful, his fist came swinging at her. There wasn't enough time for her to move and the hit land squarely on her jaw, stunning her for a moment. She had never been able to take a hit to the face, to the gut, the legs, the back... Anywhere else and she was fine, but her face was far too sensitive and she hated the idea of looking disfigured in anyway.

Not that it would have helped if she had been able to recover easily from the punch as his hand locked itself on her throat, shoving her back into a wall. "One little slip is all it would take and your blood will be spilling out all over this floor. Now personally I'd prefer this to stay a clean kill, I don't have time to be cleaning up." His fingers held onto to her ever tighter, his nails pressing deep into her throat. She gasped softly, struggling a bit for air, his hands constricting her throat. "Too bad your blood is poisonous to my kind, it would be so nice to taste that lovely liquid that pumps through your veins. I guess I'll just have to make do with seeing it and not tasting it."

"Fuck you," she grunted in response, tilting her head back, trying to move away from his restricting hand. Her leg suddenly swung up and she plowed her knee right into his groin. No man could take that kind of hit, no matter how tough he was. The hand holding her relaxed and she quickly ducked away from him, dashing to the kitchen without a second look back at the assassin. Once in the room, she wasted no time rushing to the knife drawer and pulling out a long bladed bread knife with nasty looking serrated edges. Not too great for stabbing, but it would do plenty of damage if she got to cut the leech.

[ansy]

"Fuck you"

He had beena bout to say something but is cut off when her knee makes contact with its intended target. He stands still for a moment, his grip slacking enough for Meadhbh to slip out from his grip and away from him. No one could simply take a hit like that and not feel some kind of pain and he knows it was enough for him to let go of her throat and allow the wolf to get away. Growling in annoyance and pain Sully leans down to pick up the knife he had dropped and then the gun, but he puts both away and takes out an onject that looks much like the gun he had just put away but it black and a bit smaller. A taser that fires out two little needles attached to two strings of wire, through these needles and strings he can shock whoever the needles have become embedded in.

Keeping his anger in check, for now, he walks towards the kitchen. "Come on now. You know that if I don't do it now someone else is going come after you and you'll have to go through this all over again, hell you could even get the boss coming after you and that... Well that wont be fun for you at all". As he comes closer to the kitchen doorway Sully become a little more cautious just incase she is waiting to jump out at him with a knife and stab him in the neck. He cringes a little at the thought of been taken out by a surprise attack by wolf with a knife, and a woman no less. "Should have hit you harder in that pretty little face of yours, knocked you out, but then I wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing you squirm and struggle trying to get away". Yeah he's a sick bastard. The kind of person who would stab or shoot someone in a non-vital area of their body, restrain them and then do all he can to keep that wound open and bleeding. If the person he held down was a vampire or wolf and able to heal faster he'd cover their bodies in hundred of cuts and gashes, reopening each one as it started it heal. It was the power and dominance he had. And feeding off a humanw hile they're at his mercy, god that just made it even better.

He stands not far from the doorway into the kitchen, looking right at Meadhbh and the bread knife in her hand. He grins, his sharp fangs showing. "This isn't fair, you've got a knife and here I am with a weapon which I could use to get you from here". He takes a few steps closer towards her. The blood on his arm has started to dry up, the wounds the rusty pipe had made already starting to scab as his body repaired itself at an accelerated rate. "Come on girlie, do your worst".

(Thinking she could rush him, use the knife to cut at his hands to make him drop the taser... up to you)

[kira]

(( Good idea ^_^ I do want her to feel accomplished when she dies... ))

Teeth bared with determination, Meadhbh faced the vampire now in the kitchen door, eyes flitting from his face to his arm to the taser at the end of it. It would be almost impossible for the wolf to regain herself if shot by that taser, especially if it landed in her chest. She'd been electrocuted a few times in her life, but it had never been serious. A taser on the other hand, was a very serious weapon and she didn't know if the one he had was modified to kill its target. If so, she was fucked, though she did think that he wouldn't want to kill that way. He portrayed himself as more of a torturer, one that liked to use blunt objects.

"Come on girlie, do your worst."

Damned if she wasn't. Her eyes continued to shift over him to figure out what his body was planning to do. The intruder didn't seem to want to use the taser quite yet, even though he could have easily reached her from where he was. He wanted to play with her first. That was good, it gave her time. She kept the knife held in one hand, held tight, and her arm was tense and ready to attack, though the rest of her body gave no indication of the impending attack.

Quick as a flash, the wolf rushed at the leech, closing the gap between them in a second. Before he could turn that taser gun on her, she brought the sharp edge of the knife under his hand. She pushed forward then pulled back, slicing at his fingers. The taser dropped from his hand. His fingers might be almost useless now, with cut tendons, but had she made it to the bone? It didn't really matter. So that he could easily get his weapon back, she swung her foot around to kick the taser, making it smash into the cupboards at the far end of the kitchen. Unfortunately, she had brought herself to close to his hands now. He could crush her neck if he so wished. Trying to deter him from getting at her, so that she could move away from him, she lifted the bread knife and stabbed at his neck, hoping to plant the two small prongs at the end of the knife in his jugular.

[ansy]

He should have been able to move out of the way and avoid the wolf coming towards him, but his mind, for that brief moment, was not concentrating on her it was thinking about the things he could do to her before he let Meadhbh die. The sharp pain of the knife dragging through the flesh of his fingers and palm brings his mind snapping back to the here and now. His hand tingles as the serrated teeth dig into his skin, his blood rushing out of his hand, down his arm and dripping onto the floor and his clothing. Pain like this is not something he is used to feeling; the blunt hit of a fist or piece of wood he can handle but knife and guns wounds he has never liked, never been able to stand the sudden sharp slicing pain they caused. Plus knives and guns could hit vital parts of his body while blunt objects would only hit the outside, maybe break a few bones things he could recover from.

A scream erupts from his lungs as he glances down at his bloody and cut up hand. The knife had cut deeply into his palm and fingers, though not enough to cut the tendons or sever his fingers completely, still it was going to take some time for his hand to fully heal. "You bitch, you god damn fucking bitch". Meadhbh would have succeeded in driving the knife point into his neck if Sully hadn't been looking at her hand holding the knife and seen the quick glint of the blade as it came towards him. Shifting his weight just a little he is able to move, the edge of the knife catching the side of his neck, the teeth dragging across and cutting the skin open. More blood runs from him.

Sully stumbles back a little, slightly dazed from the sudden attack and the pain in his hand.But he quickly recovers and looks the wolf right in the eyes. Roaring with anger he runs at her, ramming his shoulder into her chest, even lifting her up a little before lifting his hand, clenching his fingers around her neck and slams Meadhbh into the floor on her back. He kneels down beside her, making sure to move the bread knife out of her reach. His uninjured hand presses down on her windpipe. "Maybe I should feed you some of my blood, see how fast it can kill you. Take you somewhere nice and private and give you a little bit each day". He releases her throat for a moment, but he has one knee on her chest so that she cannot get up. His free hand takes out his knife, he spins it a few times then brings the tip down on Meadhbh's hand, pinning it to the floor through her palm. "Or maybe I should cut your throat right here".

[kira]

The screech that erupted from the vamp's lips and the blood that was streaming down his neck and arm gave Meadhbh a little boost of confidence. She might actually be able to get away from this fight with her life. But then when her eyes met his a small curse dropped from her tongue. The cuts had hardly weakened him and had only made his determination stronger. She was in the shit now. There would be no mercy for her, he would torture her as long as he was able. Death would not be brought by the swift bullet in the head. She almost wished that she would seize right at this moment, he might just kill her to stop it. Damn pills...

The leeches yell startled her a step back, but she couldn't go anywhere else as he sprinted at her then jammed his shoulder up into the middle of her chest. A woosh of breath left her lungs as she felt her feet lift from the ground for a second. Then, before she knew, she had been slammed hard into the tile. She couldn't breath at all. The hits had winded her to the point where she wasn't even able to cough and his hand around her neck constricted her throat so that she wasn't capable of pulling in deep breaths.

"Maybe I should feed you some of my blood, see how fast it can kill you. Take you somewhere nice and private and give you a little bit each day".

Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion and she stretched her hand out, desperately grabbing for her dropped knife. She'd never drunk vampire blood, but she could imagine that it would lead to a very drawn out, very painful death. She would rather he bash her head in with a hammer, which he might if he grew impatient with her. And she was certainly going to fight until he did just give into the frustration and (try to) kill her. The slightest bit of hope came when his hand moved off her neck, letting her start to breath a little again, but then his knee came down between her breasts and the weight of it crushed the air from her lungs.

Her eyes glimpsed the knife in his hand the next second and she shook her head softly unable to protest against the use of the weapon in any other way. It spun once, twice, then came down through her hand, down into the tile. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, unable to muster any noise with her deflated lungs, and tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks. Through the deafening agony of the knife buried in her hand, Meadhbh only heard the last two words of what the stranger was saying: "...right here".

No, not right here, not right now, never. Whatever the fuck else he was planning to do was not going to happen. She may hardly be able to breath and have a completely useless right hand, but she was not going to give up. She was going to fight until she passed out from the pain, which was a very real possibility. Morrison was the reason for her strength, no one else in the world mattered as much to her as he did. And she was going to get out of this, even if it left her disfigured for the rest of her life.

Adrenaline rushing in copious amounts through her veins, Meadhbh wasted no time in retaliating. She brought her free hand up with as much strength and speed as she could muster and bashed her knuckles into his temple. The same hand then found its way onto his neck, sharpening nails digging into the man's throat as she tried to crush his windpipe.

[ansy]

The impact of of knuckles hitting the side of his head makes his vision blur a little, long enough to give Meadbhb a chance to make a move against him and grab at his neck with her free hand. He laughs at her trying to stop him from breathing, though if she did it would certainly stop him from talking. "Don't you forget little dog, my kind don't need to breath". He winces a little as her nails dig into the flesh of his neck, a sharp pain running up his neck as her fingers push down around his throat. Snarling as the pain grows He can't have her injure his throat too badly. Growling Sully pulls back against her nails, which drag through his skin until he has freed his neck from her grasp resulting in deep gashes in his neck. There is a chance that he could bleed to death before he gets the chance to finish the job of killing Meadhbh.

Crawling backwards quickly away from the wolf and out of the reach of her hands Sully stands up, blood dribbling out of his mouth, nose and various other cuts all over his neck. His knife and taser on the ground out of reach he still has his pistol and the shotgun. Standing strait he pulls the sawn off shotgun from a deep pocket that runs down the length of his pants leg. The shotgun only carries two buckshots, each shot would propel hundred of tiny pellets into Meadhbh's body and would rip her chest open should he fire both shells into her, one shot would be possibly kill her so many lead pellets entering her body more than one is bound to hit her heart and/or lungs. But Sully doesn't shoot at her, instead he flips the gun around and holds it by the barrel end. Lifting the gun over his shoulder Sully looks down at her. "I am going to enjoy finishing you off girl, I am not going to go down taken out by a fucking dog!". He swings the gun, aiming the butt of the shotgun to strike Meadhbh in the side of her head.

He is starting to feel light-headed, the amount of blood he has lost through all the wounds he has sustained, he can feel his strength starting to ebb a little, he has to end this soon or they're both going to end up killing each other. "I would prefer to not die, but if it means I take you down with me then that's the way it's going to go down".

[kira]

Fuck, of course vamps didn't breath, they were practically dead already. Of course, she had forgotten that in her own struggle to breath. At leas the nails in his neck had cut him up bad, especially as he had made the stupid choice of pulling away from her and dragging gashes into his own flesh. He was now cut all over the face, the neck and his hand, while Meadhbh was stabbed in the hand and had a graze on her shoulder, and probably numerous bruises. She had a feeling that she was better off than he was and she was even starting to get her breath back. Though, it was coming too slow and her head was feeling light.

The wolf started to sit up as he had moved off of her and she reached over for the knife embedded in her hand. She took as a deep a breath as she could then clasped her fingers around the knife. One, two, three. She yanked upward on the handle and the blade slid from her hand, the pain of it pulling a sharp yelp from her lips. At least she was no longer trapped on the ground anymore. However, her dominate right hand was useless and she was losing a lot of blood, fast.

The intruder was now on his feet, a shotgun with the barrel sawed down in hand. "I am going to enjoy finishing you off girl, I am not going to go down taken out by a fucking dog!"

Meadhbh knew the hit was coming before he moved his arms. She managed to roll out of the way just before the butt of the gun hit her and instead it smashed into the ground, breaking the tiles. If that had hit her, she surely would have been dead. Leaving him no time to recover from the missed blow, she swung one of her legs up and hit him hard in the back of the knee, making them buckle and sending him to the ground.

Using her uninjured hand, the wolf shoved herself to own feet. Without looking behind her to see what damage the fall had done, she sprinted to through the kitchen, into the living room, then to the basement door. She could lock herself down there and try to surprise attack the leech if he managed to get the door open. And thankfully, she had left the door wide open so she could now dash right in. That was a mistake. Her foot slipped, having just missed the first step, and she fell. The stairway wasn't that tall, only about 7 meters, but it was tall enough that when she reached the bottom, she was dazed. Her head smacked hard against the concrete floor and she had been winded once again. There was a liquid warmth under her head, but her mind was spinning so much that she couldn't think of what that meant. Her vision was getting dark, cloudy...

[ansy]

Somehow she had managed to get the knife out of her hand and move out of the way of the shotgun butt before it smashed down into her head, instead it hit the tiles. He looks at the cracked tiles for a moment in disbelief that he had missed. Then his knee is kicked out from beneath him and falls forwards able to catch himself before hitting the ground. Growling Sully stands back up slowly and turns around to catch sight of Meadhbh running out of the kitchen and into the lounge. He swings the shotgun to one side, smashing various cups and plates off a counter. Calming himself he flips the gun so he is holding it properly, safety off and the shells ready and loaded. She couldn't have gone too far, to find her all he had to do was follow the blood trail. Walking slowly he talks to her as he goes, not caring if she can hear him or not. "Been a fun night this, too bad you couldn't be a human then we'd have so much more fun together, no you had to be a werewolf with poison blood just my luck".

The blood trail takes him to the door leading to the basement, his vampire eyes able to see in the darkness. Humming to himself Sully walks down the stairs and finds Meadhbh laying on the ground bleeding from her head. Tilting his head he stands over the girl, looking down at her with a toothy grin and aims the twin barrels of the shotgun at her chest, his finger hovering over the trigger. He kicks her in the ribs with the hard steel cap of his boots. "Ready for this to be over dog? Or would you like to fight up a little bit more?"