Sassy had gone out regardless of Dawn's decree. She wanted to kill something, she needed to kill something. Her emotions were haywire on a good day, so when she was pissed off or frustrated it was that much worse. She'd even agreed to let Dawn have someone tail her, so long as she got to go out and slaughter. She wasn't the best Slayer in the world and Dawn's worrying didn't bother her, it was comforting, having someone worry about her again. It made her feel at home, safe.
When she heard her name though, her head popped up and her eyes went as wide as saucers. "HoshitTommy! What're you... Oh crap." Squealing a little, she squirmed as one of the vampires got its arms around her waist. How terribly uncouth of him! "Get off me!" she yelped, elbowing it in the stomach before bringing the back of her hand right up into it's face. She twisted quickly out of its grasp, stumbling slightly before swinging her leg up in a roundhouse kick. It was a good kick -- a bit too much momentum that sent her spiraling into a gravestone, but a damn decent kick.
The vampire, typically, descended on her and lashed out, picking her up and throwing her into another gravestone. They were certainly plentiful, and so hard. Much with the pain. Pressed back against the grave, she squirmed slightly before her lips curved up into a predatory little smile, pulling her hand back and closing her eyes as the dust fell around her, fingers still gripping the stake hard enough to make her knuckles white. She slumped, tired, against the grave, ignoring the dust all over her clothes (and her hair, how rude), the blood on her lips and chin, the way her ribs were once again screaming bloody murder at her, the feeling of bruises sprouting up everywhere. That was... ow.
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Date: 2008-07-25 05:33 am (UTC)When she heard her name though, her head popped up and her eyes went as wide as saucers. "HoshitTommy! What're you... Oh crap." Squealing a little, she squirmed as one of the vampires got its arms around her waist. How terribly uncouth of him! "Get off me!" she yelped, elbowing it in the stomach before bringing the back of her hand right up into it's face. She twisted quickly out of its grasp, stumbling slightly before swinging her leg up in a roundhouse kick. It was a good kick -- a bit too much momentum that sent her spiraling into a gravestone, but a damn decent kick.
The vampire, typically, descended on her and lashed out, picking her up and throwing her into another gravestone. They were certainly plentiful, and so hard. Much with the pain. Pressed back against the grave, she squirmed slightly before her lips curved up into a predatory little smile, pulling her hand back and closing her eyes as the dust fell around her, fingers still gripping the stake hard enough to make her knuckles white. She slumped, tired, against the grave, ignoring the dust all over her clothes (and her hair, how rude), the blood on her lips and chin, the way her ribs were once again screaming bloody murder at her, the feeling of bruises sprouting up everywhere. That was... ow.