Catching up with the girls hadn't been too hard. Sure it had been a bit of a run, and Chan had never been much of track and field sort, so she was a little out of breath by the time she made it into the alleyway. When she had caught her breath she stood starring in disbelief at the assorted yellow eyed monsters. It was exactly what she seen when she glimpsed at them from the Pizza place. Her first instinct was to run, but she wasn't about to leave Darius alone with some obviously homicidal sorts. What would she tell their parents if something bad happened to him...

For lack of a post from Gabrielle or the others, I'm putting up a Darius post awhile. :-P

Dearius cheeks flush a sleight chesnut-flavor of brown, in better lighting one might have even noticed. It was somewhat disturbing to be so whooped at and looked at in such a manner... and on the other hand, he was being looked at like that in front of a girl he made a regular habit of trying to impress. Darius is still dealing with that cognitive dissonance when the sword swipe angles towards buffy. Not knowing what else to do, he jukes left before coming back in a diving tackeling motion~ Trying to take Gabrielle out from the side in a football styled tackle before she can bring her weapon to bear on Buffy.

"Once word gets around that I've killed the Slayer, I'll rule the Southeastern seaboard!"  Gabrielle thrust her sword at Buffy, intending to skewer the Slayer!  Darius attempted to tackle the alpha-vamp.  However, the pretty vampire side-stepped him with a smile.  To add insult to embarrassment, she shoved her foot into his backside and sent the star athlete sprawling!

Meanwhile Gabrielle's gang rushed Buffy's friends.  They didn't attack, instead opting to hem in the human teens.  The undead girls heckled and teased them, playing "Cat & Mouse" with the kids.


OOC:

Buffy, you need to beat a 17!

Everyone else vs. a 14 to avoid being grabbed!

(ooc- Did I need to tie a 14 or beat it? Gracie Lynn DuPree rolled 14 using 1d10+8. avoid grab. )

(23:42, Today: Buffy Summers rolled 21 using 1d10+11. Avoid being skewered by sword.)

Buffy yelled out as Darius was sent flying. She'd tried to warn him! She inhaled as she managed to avoid Gabrielle's thrust of a sword towards her. She whirled the stake yet again, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through her body, her muscles responding. She rushed forward, thrusting the stake at Gabrielle's heart, trying to end this as quickly as possible. There was ALSO the benefit of a sword not being as effective in close range...


PM to GM :P

Unfortunately, Gabrielle raised her sword in a motion that seemed faster than the eye.  The sword parried the stake, and the Slayer and Vampire stood eye-to-eye.  "Oh, you're good, Slayer!  You're the first person in nearly 30 years to get that close to my heart!"

Buffy smirked a bit. So this wasn't going to be easy...wonderful. She didn't have time to worry about the others right now, she had to focus on this she-bitch with a sword. Buffy could only pray that the others could hold their own long enough.

"I'm shocked you think you still have one..."

Buffy glared into the vampire's eyes before swinging with a vicious uppercut with her free hand. She might as well try and hit first...and hardest.

Incongruously, Melba was able to move so that the vampire's attempt to grab her failed.  She wobbled away like an athletic jelly.

11:35, Today: Melba Ellenberger rolled 14 using 1d10+4. avoid grab.

Garrett had always failed at cat and mouse. It felt like years of being bullied would give him some kind of advantage in the running away department. He scrambled, but a she-vamp was too fast. He had enough time to think "Oh sh-", then she was on him.

01:31, Yesterday: Garrett Ashcroft rolled 13 using 1d10+5. avoid grab.

Darius' attempt to valiantly tackle the would-be assailant is met with naught but air... followed by an abrupt and completely unexpected, face-first, collision with the street. To add cruelty to the mix, his momentum is sufficient to skid roughly and placing him firmly in a thin puddle of street-sludge. Not only is his skin abrased, but his shirt is ruined and he's wet to boot.

Embarrassed, and surprised, or not... Darius wasn't one to lay down on the job. In sports you knew, you got up quick and you got back in the game. That's just the nature of the beast. Sometimes you miss, and sometimes you get hit.

End of the day, no one won a game laying on the ground feeling bad about themselves!

To that end, muscles flex and propel Darius back up and onto his feet in a right quick hurry, he spins around to see where the knife-wielding psychopath had gone.

A voluptuous she-vamp fell upon Garrett with delighted laughter.  "Ooh, look what I caught!  A pretty white boy snack!"  Her gang-mates laughed uproariously.  "Aw, he's too skinny!  You're just gonna be hungry again!"

Melba watched the vampire clutch her best friend.  Her mercurial mind raced through every piece of vampire lore she'd ever absorbed from film, literature, and comics.  Vampires could be killed (as far as she knew) by: fire, staking, decapitation, and sunlight.  Could any of that help Garrett, though?

Darius recovered and saw the situation:  Buffy squaring off against Gabrielle in a deadly ballet of sword vs. stake.  He didn't have time to wonder where she'd gotten her weapon, or how she managed to keep up with an inhuman killing machine.  All he knew was that his sister, his friends, two geeks from school, and the new hot chick were in trouble.

Meanwhile, Buffy narrowly evaded a swift sword stroke by Gabrielle. The alpha vamp laughed merrily.  "Slayer, you're the most fun I've had in a long time!  I'm almost sorry that I'm going to kill you!"

OOC:

Buffy, you're up for Initiative.  Vamps next, followed by Darius, then the others.

"I wish I could say the same, fangface." Buffy snarled and stabbed her stake once again at Gabrielle, doing her best to finish this fight quickly. She didn't want an all out brawl, she wanted to be able to help her new friends.

Plus, she suspected, there was going to have to be a conversation...provided any of them survived.

Today: Buffy Summers rolled 15 using 1d10+8. Attempting to stake Gabrielle.

Chan nimbly ducked out of the fanged freaks way, and did her best to keep away from the rest of them. Until now she had never put much thought in exactly how useless she was when things got violent. Of course she'd never expected that she'd need to know anything about defending herself. Still homicidal extras from anime seemed to trying to butcher them with a sword.

She winced when she saw Darian go headfirst into the pavement, suddenly no longer content to simply wait for someone else to try and grab her. She fished into her purse quickly, pulling out the first she find and throwing it at the vamp that had tried to grab her.

OOC: Sorry for my absence, didn't notice that there were new posts right away.

00:04, Today: Chan Simmons rolled 15 using 1d10+5 with rolls of 10. Dex + Acrobatics.

00:21, Today: Chan Simmons rolled 11 using 1d10+4 with rolls of 7. Ineffectual Attack.

Blocks away

"Control, this is Sentry. We have Subs in the vicinity, with Freshmen in the field." The view through the view finder showed the scene in the alley in tight green clarity. The warm glows of the living not doing too well against the near room temp Subs they were fighting. "Request permission to .. inter Subs."

"Sentry..this is Control. Internment allowed. Good hunting. R&D wants video telemetry uploaded to assess your ammunition impact on Sub."


"Engaging scope telemetry, uploading. Taking the shot."

The muffled crack of the augmented rifle was barely heard from where the operative was at. By the time the modified round arrived at it's target, the bullet would be nearly two seconds ahead of the sound of it's arrival.
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Gabrielle's grin only grew wider when Buffy just barely missed her.  "No, no, Slayer! I shan't make it that easy for you!"  Although the Southern dialect remained, the vampire's speech slipped into an archaic formality.  Melba and Chan noticed that quirk, but the others were too busy scrambling or trying to fight.

Buffy adeptly avoided her intended skewering by Gabrielle.  Darius saw the petite blonde show off moves that would rival Uma Thurman's Bride: ducking underneath stabs, parrying blade thrusts, returning her own stabs that kept the Alpha She-Vamp on her toes, throwing expert punches that would kayo any ordinary human.  The Vampire Slayer certainly didn't lack in talent or power, she was solely edged out by her quarry's experience.

While this happened, Chan drew out a glass bottle of perfume.  She hurled it at the nearest vamp, who caught it easily.  "Aw, is that for me?  Look, y'all, I got some Wal-Mart perfume!  At least I won't have to eat another sales girl for a while!"

The chunky vamp held Garrett in a headlock. "C'mere, sugar!"  She drew the slender boy's head closer--whether for a bite or a kiss, only she knew!

Then, an unexpected player entered the field.  A masked soldier(?) took meticulous aim.  A gloved hand pulled a trigger when the moment was right.  A muffled shot rang.  Gabrielle looked up, and cursed when Buffy slashed her ribs with the stake!

The she-vamp holding Garrett clutched her head and cried out in pain.  Gabrielle's gang looked around in confusion.  They all turned to their leader for their next cue.  "Time to dip, home-girls."  Gabrielle shoved Buffy backward.  She shook a finger, as if scolding a naughty child.

"Not fair bringing in snipers, Slayer!  I'll have to bring my own for our rematch!"  Then, the vamps took to the alleys, tearing off in different directions.

"Fire", said Melba, "Sunlight, stakes and decapitation.  Anything else?"  She took a can of hairspray from her handbag and said, "Guess I better start smoking.  If these things are around, it might be good for my health."

Gracie is just shocked by it all as she looked around "Darius, are you alright?" She runs over to him. She looks at Chan to make sure she was all right.

"Chan, did they hurt you at all?" where those really vampires? She couldn't beleive it but it seemed true.

Darius is about to assure Gracie that he in fact, just fine... and is barely able to hold back the questions rushing through his mind. Then his sisters name is dropped, and it all fades away. Well, not all. Gracie nabs huge points in Darius' book for thinking of his sister. He berrates himself mentally, having been so caught up in trying to play hero that he'd completely left her unprotected.

"Chan?!" Darius prompts, his sister to respond to Gracie faster so that he'd know she was alright. Nothing else was really important until that answer was cleared either.

"Oh my God, Oh MY GOD! Did you see- wha? She was going to eat me... and then... she didn't have a face-" Garrett squealed the rest of his rantings too high pitched for anyone to make out except for Melba, and she'd probably only nod.

Garrett scrambled to his feet, tripping on his own shoe as he flung himself at Melba. "What's gooiing oooon?! Who were those people and why did they try to take a bite out of me??" He stood in front of her favoring his right arm, pressing it tenderly where a fresh scrape had burst his almost pallid complexion.

He looked around with general disgust.
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Surprisingly, a fight in an alley drew little attention.  No shop owners investigated a potential disruption of business.  No onlookers found themselves diverted by a mass rumble.  No police officers investigated a qualified disturbance of the peace.

Only one person acknowledged the fracas.  A disheveled older man stumbled into the alley's mouth.  He approached Garrett, Melba, and Gracie Lynn smelling like cheap liquor, body odor, and stale urine.  "Hey kids.  Do you have fifty cents I could borrow?  My daughter's having a baby at the hospital and I need bus money to get across town!"

Control. Sentry. Sub took .50 cal round with minimal impact. Tell Walsh her Ironwood blows."

Sentry. Control. Maintain comm discipline. What is your loadout. Switch to alternate rounds. Keep locals in mind. Maintain upload of scope data.

Control. Sentry. Only other option that will work on Subs is Willy-Pete.

The commando slides a hand into a pouch and pulled out a round with a red band on the casing. Sliding the bolt into place the sniper lined up a second shot, deciding on showing 'the natives' someone was watching as a gloved thumb slips up to turn on the laser designator to highlight the next target.

Drawing the light bead over each open 'sub' in turn, the sniper finishes up by firing the tracer round into the wall behind the vampires where it exploded in a fiery burst.

The message was simple.

I can see you. I can kill you.

Melba wrapped her ample arms around Garret and stroked his hair, whispering aloud, "Don't worry, they're vampires.  It's what they do, and they said that new girl was a slayer - whatever that is - so I guess she knows ways to kill them."  Briefly she turned to offer two quarters to the homeless man.  "Fifty cents?  Here you go, take it or leave it."

Things were beginning to make a whole lot more sense to Chan, and the more they did, the more she wanted to freak out. Everyone knew that vampires weren't real, yet inexorably they seemed to really exist. Even worse, somehow she'd known that something was off about the girls. That was perhaps even scarier than the terrible truth they had all just learned, other than Buffy it seemed. It also made her wonder even more about the proprietor of the bookstore that they had visited at lunch. If she'd somehow known about the vampires, than she'd probably seen something in him too.

She shuddered and shook her head in response to Gracie's question. She hadn't been hurt or anything, but she was most definitely not okay. Too many illusions had been shattered today for her to feel anything but terrified. If the others hadn't been around she would have just gotten herself killed, or worse. She checked Darius over, and once she was sure that he was okay she hugged him carefully trying not to get mud all over her. "I just want to go home..." She said quivering with fear now that everything was over. At the time things hadn't seemed so bad because she'd just been reacting, now that she could think about it she was having a hard time keeping things together.

".........

.........

Thanks."

The homeless muttered as he palmed the quarters.  He turned to Darius and Buffy, the same neediness in his eyes.  "What about you?  Got fifty cents so I can ride the bus?  Maybe so I can get a Coke, too..."

Melba frowned at the homeless guy then and asked, "Are you a vampire too?"  Then to Garrett she said, "Maybe they don't all want blood.  Maybe some want money."