She rose up from the body as the blood coming from her arm slowly terned the same red color as the blood she had stolen. She licked blood of her lips, smiling the same way she had when they first met.
Michael looks at Violet with disgust.
"Ugh, I get enough of those damn vampires at home. I hope I face you in battle, you scum."
"Ugh, I get enough of those damn vampires at home. I hope I face you in battle, you scum."
Red would put his hand out for a high five for Michael.
Michael gives Red a cold look to deny the high-five.
Vida high-fives Red in place of Michael.
"I'll never leave a bro hanging."
"I'll never leave a bro hanging."
She frowned, but not with anger "it's not like I get to choose" Then she wrapped herself in the corner again, looking at the ground.
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"Well now everyone knows what it looks like when a lamia is weak" then she spoke sarcastically "greeeeaaaat, can I die now?"
"Damn."
Michael clicks his tongue with disappointment.
Michael clicks his tongue with disappointment.
She groans angrily, pushing herself back into the corner.
(Guys, post more stuff, we're almost to 200! haha)
(Guys, post more stuff, we're almost to 200! haha)
Christina quietly watched the events occuring in the hallway.
"It's not like I'm the only blood-sucker hear anyway..." She spoke slowly as her gaze terned to a small girl in the room.
(Dammit life, why u no let me reply?)
Dylan watched as the scene unfolded, from when they were first brought in until the lamia appeared, when she strangled the guard to when she fed off of him. He stayed quiet, not saying a word or making a sound, not wanting to disturb anyone, or add to the cacophony of sounds already present. When things had seemed to calm down, he seemed to relax, slowly letting out a breath that he had been unconsciously holding.
Dylan watched as the scene unfolded, from when they were first brought in until the lamia appeared, when she strangled the guard to when she fed off of him. He stayed quiet, not saying a word or making a sound, not wanting to disturb anyone, or add to the cacophony of sounds already present. When things had seemed to calm down, he seemed to relax, slowly letting out a breath that he had been unconsciously holding.
(Haha, sorry, guess I should've gone a little slower to let everyone else reply...)
He looked over at the Lamia, who was focused on another member of the hallway. "Please, if we could all calm down and not try to kill each other. At least until we get into the arena," he requested, his Russian accent slightly thicker than what it had been in the holding cell. "What is your name?" He asked the lamia.
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