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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 12, 2008 10:44:24 GMT -5
"And I thought gentlemen knocked before entering a room," *Holmes sniffed, but he raised his fists in readiness.*
"Irene," *he murmured.* "Please--wake up. And run."
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Post by Maria on Mar 12, 2008 13:27:57 GMT -5
*She didn't really want to fight Holmes. He was one of her favorite literary characters and, despite how far her personality had gone, she'd feel bad hurting him.*
"No need to get yourself harmed, Mr. Holmes. We only need her and then we'll be out of your hair."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 12, 2008 15:44:28 GMT -5
"I hardly think that's likely," *Holmes said.* "If you know who I am, you cannot imagine I'll just run."
*His fear for Irene threatened to overwhelm him, and he held on tight to any last shred of sanity he retained.*
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Post by Maria on Mar 12, 2008 16:34:00 GMT -5
*She narrowed her eyes, and slowly brought to bear her vampire charisma as she steadily met his gaze*
"You know not what you face."
*Her voice was low, the purr still there but with a dark tint to it*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 13, 2008 9:17:41 GMT -5
*Holmes' overpowering, and magically induced, love for Irene battled with vampire charisma while that secret part of Holmes still vied for the upper hand.*
"I know enough," *he growled.* "You're Dracula's lot, aren't you? And you won't have her!"
*In a flash, he leapt to the closest wooden chair and smashed it over the table, leaving a splintered leg in each hand.*
"You see? I know enough."
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Post by Irene on Mar 13, 2008 11:49:08 GMT -5
*Whether it was the heat of the moment or just a plot device, the gas had worn off enough that Irene found herself awake. It had killed 'Lilith' but she was still alive*
"Come and take me then."
*She stepped forward, grippig another splinter Holmes had broken from the chair*
"I'll die before I go back to Dracula. And if you kill me, I doubt he'll take it very kindly."
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Post by Maria on Mar 13, 2008 13:17:40 GMT -5
*The last time she'd been threatened as a vampire, it had been by Buffy, a professional slayer. But that didn't mean she was off the hook--this was Holmes she faced, after all. Though worried, her face never showed it*
"I have no intention of killing either of you. But, if you insist on this course of action..."
*She shrugged, glancing at Norman*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2008 10:12:51 GMT -5
*Norman, annoyed by all this talking and still reeling a little under the heroic influence of Holmes, smiled briefly at her and nodded. Assuming she'd follow his lead, he attacked Holmes, who threw up his arms in defense but didn't manage to drive the stake in. This led to hand-to-hand combat, and while Norman had greater strength, Holmes was by far the more skilled fighter.
Holmes only hoped Irene could hold her own for long enough for him to come to her aid.*
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Post by Maria on Mar 14, 2008 12:43:57 GMT -5
*With Norman keeping Holmes busy, Maria was free to go after their objective--and she did so, enthusiastically. Perhaps too much, as Irene was able to get a good stab into Maria, though it missed her heart, thankfully. Cursing, she concentrated on trying to wrestle the makshift weapon out of the other woman's grip*
Shit. I should've remembered that she's used to dealing with my kind.
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Post by Irene on Mar 14, 2008 19:30:04 GMT -5
((I did? Cool.))
*Irene fought with a fury, weilding the stake with as much passion as she had. She brought another chair down across Maria, only hitting her shoulder. As the clothes started getting torn, Holmes and Norman forgot about fighting and started making popcorn.*
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Post by Maria on Mar 15, 2008 9:16:38 GMT -5
"Chick fight!" The boys cried, hooting and hollering as mud magically appeared out of nowhere.
*Grinding her teeth against the pain, Maria grabbed the wrist holding the stake and squeezed as hard as she could*
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Post by Irene on Mar 15, 2008 15:11:11 GMT -5
*Irene kicked her in the stomach, trying to break her grip*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 17, 2008 9:46:38 GMT -5
*Norman and Holmes could spare only partial attention for the women fighting, locked in their own struggle. Holmes got in a few good jabs to Norman's jaw--Norman, not used to being hit, reacted more than the actual pain would have dictated. But he managed to get a grip of vampiric strength on Holmes' wrist. Holmes, however, was nearly wild with his desire to protect Irene, and slammed Norman against the wall repeatedly. The vampire grinned crazily at him and there was something so unhinged in his eyes that even Holmes in his lovestruck state noted something wrong. Or maybe that was just what vampires looked like.
Vampires. Of all things. He didn't believe in them.
But he believed in hand-to-hand combat and a good straight left. As he hit Norman over and over the vampire's grip on his right wrist loosened, until Holmes broke free and slammed a heavy wooden table into him, pinning Norman between it and the wall. He had gained a moment or two.*
"Irene!"
*He turned in time to see her kick Maria in the stomach, and the corner of his mouth quirked in a smile. A very small one.*
"Irene, let's go."
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Post by Maria on Mar 17, 2008 13:41:08 GMT -5
*While she didn't need to breath, Maria did need her center of gravity...which was off when Irene kicked her. Knocked off-balance, she went crashing to the floor as Holmes fended off Norman and turned to Irene.*
"Fuck!"
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Post by Irene on Mar 17, 2008 13:56:59 GMT -5
*Irene didn't need to be told twice. She caught up with Holmes, placing herself between him and Maria*
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