Leona's Turning

[Leona (DELETED 3955)]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Doc: : It had been a few stressful days. First Mortll and her spawn murdering ******* humans in the park for all and sundry to see. Then there was Kenlie’s wedding. He hated weddings! And there he was, at yet another wedding. He sighed. At least the wedding was now over. He had no idea how things were going to go for Kendall. Mortll was being a ******* mother hen. He needed to go somewhere to just ******* chill. Normally the motorcycle bar would not be his go to suggestion to himself, but that’s where his spawns were. He needed… no. He wanted to check in on them.

He pushed through the door into the bar, to be met with a haze of cigarette smoke. At which point he immediately withdrew his pack and lit one up. That was one of the perks of being a Vampire, he could smoke to his hearts content. Granted it didn’t taste the same. Or even taste at all. But it was the action that he found strangely comforting. Taking a long almost soothing drag off the cigarette, he made his way to the bar.

Leona: : The last few weeks of Leona's life had been quiet and for the first time since she'd arrived in Harper Rock she was glad for it to be that way. Now that she had so much free time Leona knew just how she wanted to spend it, with her two best friends. She made her way to The Handle Bar, where she knew Kenlie worked frequented with Dominique. As she stepped in through the doors Leona lifted a hand and waved the smoke away from her face , then made her way over to the bar. Kenlie was nowhere to be seen, but Leona decided to take a seat and wait. Maybe her friends would show up.

Doc: : Taking another pull from his cigarette, he waved to the bartender, who wasn’t Catherine. Normally his spawn Catherine was tending bar, but not tonight. In fact, he didn’t see Ken or Vicky in attendance. Well ****. The one time he actually -wanted- to see his spawn they weren’t around. He grimaced to himself, though the expression was readily seen by anyone who looked at him, now what the **** was he going to do? He knew he could go to the lab to work, but he did deserve down time. He glanced briefly to the left of him at the other patrons that were clustered at the bar. He did a double take. Cytherea. His ******* unfaithful wife was at the ******* bar.

Leona: : Leona was just sitting minding her own business, waiting for Kenlie or Dom to show up and save her from this horrible atmosphere. She noticed Doc's gaze out of the corner of her eyes, her features taking on an expression of distaste. She knew what kind of creatures came into this bar. Was he one? Did he think she was an easy snack? Or was he just some guy in a bar checking her out. It bothered her either way but she did her best to ignore it. Hurry up, Kenlie!

Doc: : He saw that she had seen him, and he saw that look of disgust on her face before another patron blocked his view. **** her! Who does she think she is? Cavorting all over town with his ‘brother’ and then she thinks she can go hang out with his spawns? HIS spawns? Oh **** no! He was about to let her get her paws on his spawns. His hand slipped inside suit jacket, his thumb flicked the snap loose on his shoulder holster. His handgun was now free to be drawn, but not yet. His eyes narrowed as slid off the barstool and stepped backward a few feet. “Cytherea…” He called out in an easy manner. He didn’t wait for her to respond. He squeezed the trigger with amusement as her shot her in the back.

Leona: : Leona heard someone call out a name and turned to see what was happening, only to catch a bullet square in the back. The force blew Leona forwards against the bar as she let out a loud scream of pain, the excruciating feeling flaring through her system and blinding her vision for a moment. The only thing that saved Leona was her physical durability as a Paladin, a normal human would have most likely died. The pain was replaced with fury as Leona spun around on her stool and pulled a bowie knife from its sheath under her coat. She launched herself at the attacker, driving the knife towards the largest target she could see, his chest. She was going to gut this asshole or die trying!

Doc: : Doc smirked coldly at the bullet slammed her forward, the scream pain made the cold smirk become a grin. As she whirled, he expected a retaliatory strike, it was what the two of them did. They tried to eviscerate each other. However the cold grin died a quick death as he was it wasn’t Cytherea after all. The smell of human blood hit his nostrils. ****! He had just shot a ******* human. A ******* human that was launching themselves at him, blade drawn. She was angry. Alright.. his bad. He shot the wrong woman. He could be forgiven for that.. except. Except, she moved faster than a normal human would. Especially a normal human with a bullet in it’s back. He also knew this because her blade was able to sink part way into his chest before he was able to block her. She had to be a ******* paladin. He stepped back with one foot to brace himself, and then he shoved her forward, off of from him, far enough to bring his gun up and squeeze off another round, this time into her abdomen unless she got wise and moved.

Leona: : Leona staggered backwards when she was shoved, tearing the knife out of her opponents chest. She tried to move aside when the second shot was fired but wasn't able to move quick enough, the bullet catching her in the side. The force of the shot caused her to turn and Leona used the momentum to whirl around and slash at whatever part of Doc she could reach with her knife. Leona's gaze settled on Doc, her rage visible in their vibrant green depths. Her chest heave and she let out a ragged breath, blood pouring from the two bullet wounds Doc had left.

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Doc: : Her blade slashed deeply into the muscles of his left upper arm. He growled from pain and the fact she rendered that arm practically useless for the time being. Without giving it a second thought, he backhanded with his right hand, stunning since he was still holding the Sig. This was why he carried a Sig. Weight. Pistol whipping someone with a Glock, when the majority of the gun was plastic, was just like trying to knock someone out with a whiffle bat. It wont do ****. As she went down, he holstered the Sig, tossed a couple of hundreds on the bar top. “Sorry for the mess.. I will take my drunk wife off your hands.”

Doc picked to prone body off the floor and flung her over shoulder. His right shoulder. His left arm hurt like a mother ****** from where the blade had sliced into him. He could he was going to have to have ******* stitches, from the amount of blood running down his arm before evaporating into shadows. That was another reason he had to get out of the bar. He didn’t need to have ******* humans realize that this was something more than a domestic dispute. It didn’t matter this wasn’t his wife. She looked enough like her for there to be confusion later.. if it was needed. If he was lucky they would chuckle to themselves and go back to getting hammered, instead of calling the cops. He exited the bar in a slow unhurried stride, as if he always had to carry the wife home this way.

Leona: : Leona's knees buckled and she collapsed like a house of cards when the pistol struck her across the face. Docs super human strength behind the weight of the pistol was enough to render her unconscious, at least for the moment. Rather than being left on the floor Leona felt herself being thrown over Doc's shoulder. Her entire body felt heavy, her limbs numb and like jelly; she could barely move, no matter how much she tried. As Leona was carried out into the night she managed to twist around in Doc's grasp, just enough to be able to sink her blunt teeth into the back of the males shoulder. Leona bit down with as much force as she could muster, her teeth sinking in as deep as they could go. She'd fight with anything she had.

Doc: Doc had gotten to the far end of the parking when felt the bite. He didn’t know it was a bite at first. It started a sharp but then faded to a dull type ache. It wasn’t painful per se, not when he had an arm that felt like it had been ******* hacked off. The pain from the arm outweighed the pain from the bite by leaps and bounds. But he finally registered that it wasn’t fingernails clawing or pinching him, but rather she was biting him. “What the ****! Stop if!” He attempted to roll her off his shoulder, but she hung on with the tenacity of a bulldog, continuing to bite him as though her life depended on it.. irony. He eventually managed to shake her loose and dump her in the weeds by the edge of the parking lot. When she didn’t move, he presumed she had bitten him in a death spasm. He started to inspect his arm.. “This is why I hate redheads.. all of them.. ******* vicious..”

Leona: : Leona lay in the grass at the edge of the parking lot, barely conccious and almost dead. Still, she wasn't about to give up completely; if she was going to die then she'd make sure she went down fighting. She didn't know where her knife was, it was probably inside on the floor where she'd fallen. She grabbed the nearest weapon she could find, a rock that was laying in the grass. Her fingers closed around the piece of stone and she slowly dragged herself onto her feet, her body trembling and her knees threatening to buckle. If she fell again, she knew she wouldn't get up. In one last attempt at resistance Leona threw herself forwards and swung the rock at Doc's face. She hoped the rock destroyed his handsome features, at least for a little while. |:

Doc: Doc heard her scrambling slowly to her feet. He half turned to look at her. “******* die already..” He sighed in a long suffering manner. He easily dodge the rock that threw at him. Well it was more like a lob than a throw. No. Not even a lob. It was more like a half hearted drop with a bit of vigor that died quickly. “Stubborn. Every ******* redhead I know.. stubborn.” Without any further ado, he palmed her face with his right hand and shoved her backward with decided emphasis. “Make it easy on yourself. Die.. Now.” He canted his head to the side and said as if to an errant child, “Or you will be sorry..”

Leona: : The shove to Leona's face was easily enough to throw her off what little balance she had, sending her sprawling back into the weeds. "You'll pay.. I'm going to kill you.. " Leona barely managed out the hoarse whisper as she glanced at him from her place in the grass. Still, she said it with as much conviction in her voice as ever, as if she believed she would climb out of the grave and hunt him beyond her death. If only she knew how right she was! Even as the light in her eyes went out and she took her last breath, Leona glared at Doc with intense hatred.

Doc: : “Really? That is what you are going with? These are the last words you will ever say and that is the best you can do? Do you know how many people say that? And do you know.. “ He snorted in derision. “Now?! Now you die? You didn’t even get to hear my sylliquey to your death. ******* peasant.” He muttered under his breath about redheads and how the universe used them to get back at him. He picked the body up and headed toward the water treatment plant. There was a nice cesspool there, that would make short work of a body.

After a sixty minute hike, Doc entered the secured access area of the Water Treatment Plant. Their idea of secure wasn’t Doc’s idea. It was a chain link fence that had weathered and corroded from twenty years worth of Canadian winters. Even galvanized metal would corrode. It didn’t rust, yet it did become weakened to the point that vamperic strength could rend it apart pretty damn easily. Breaking the pad lock on the cistern was no issue, because someone had broken it before him, so all that was left to do, was to lift the top, and roll the body in. Which he did. The sound of the body hitting the sewage made more of a ‘spluge’ sound, than a splash. He grimaced as the smell wafted up. He quickly shut the lid.