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depths of the bar with its few scattered patrons. Even if I didn't have an innate sense of the value of human life, I really didn't want to have these things multiply more.
"Hex's busy, people, and we have normals in danger," I called as I moved, ignoring the barkeep for the moment. Another point not in Creepy's favor was that the vampires ignored him, bleeding scrapes and all. I hopped over a bar table to try to intercept one of the corpses. Though the vampires were infinitely faster moving than I was, in the cramped quarters of the bar, that was only a minimal advantage. This particular one had already snatched a middle-aged woman out of her chair and pinned her to the wall. Like his brother, this creature moved with swift deliberation instead of feral anger and wore well-maintained military gear. I was ready to stake him from behind during his momentary distraction when I caught another bar patron about to be snack food out of the corner of my eye.
Without hesitation, I twisted and hurled the jagged chair leg like a javelin. There was no way I could manage a heart shot at this range and from his partial side profile, but the leg did drive solidly into its arm, bringing a loud, inhuman screech. It would be enough of a distraction for now.
It had certainly distracted my initial target from his meal. I barely managed to duck its initial backhand. If I hadn't been expecting a reprisal and already been moving, I wouldn't have been so lucky. I swung a hard right hand into the creature's ribs as I dug in my coat for one of the wooden stakes we had lathed at the Foundation; though these corpses were in better shape, they were still corpses. My hand messily crushed into rotting flesh, sending the vampire staggering back a step in surprise, or was it recognition? A part of my accelerated mind thought about that as I pulled out my stake. The vampire trumped my stake with a machine pistol. The thought that I was going to die by a vampire terrorist shooting me in a White Power bar was so absurd I almost laughed as he pulled the trigger.
The reality of physics is that, barring an outrageous circumstance, no human can dodge a bullet, not even me. If I had space, I could have watched his aim and accounted for that or seen his trigger finger twitch and dove. We were literally fist to fist, eye to eye when the gun went off with a staccato burst. I was most certainly, despite the tough leather and padding of my suit, going to be blown through with holes. It was quite the surprise when I did not. It hurt with a pain I can't put into words as the rubber bullets smashed into my chest and abdomen, even through the wall of willpower that normally shunted pain away. The sheer impact knocked me off of my feet and into one of the cheap tables, collapsing it under the impact.
I was wheezing for breath, flat on my back and struggling to regain my focus, when another hole exploded in the front of the building. The Human Tank roared through the hole with Medusa riding on his back. Being the only person on the team with any kind of extra-normal reflexes, I could forgive their slow entrance. Medusa pounced off of Tank onto one of the monsters that had already bitten into a teenaged kid who picked the wrong bar to flash his fake ID at. Her halo of snakes hissed evilly as she drove the vampire to the ground. Tank, for his part, saw me. I couldn't blame him for the obvious conclusion that must have run through his head. I couldn't even gasp out a correction.
The poor guy didn't even say anything coherent; he just yelled, a yell fueled by the raging cauldron of emotion called puberty and the anger at seeing his friend 'dead', and tore a direct path to my shooter. Flooring, furniture, everything smashed in Tank's path, debris flying everywhere. I somehow mustered the strength to roll off the smashed table, providing me with a little cover from the impending impact. The vampire spun and
"Hex's busy, people, and we have normals in danger," I called as I moved, ignoring the barkeep for the moment. Another point not in Creepy's favor was that the vampires ignored him, bleeding scrapes and all. I hopped over a bar table to try to intercept one of the corpses. Though the vampires were infinitely faster moving than I was, in the cramped quarters of the bar, that was only a minimal advantage. This particular one had already snatched a middle-aged woman out of her chair and pinned her to the wall. Like his brother, this creature moved with swift deliberation instead of feral anger and wore well-maintained military gear. I was ready to stake him from behind during his momentary distraction when I caught another bar patron about to be snack food out of the corner of my eye.
Without hesitation, I twisted and hurled the jagged chair leg like a javelin. There was no way I could manage a heart shot at this range and from his partial side profile, but the leg did drive solidly into its arm, bringing a loud, inhuman screech. It would be enough of a distraction for now.
It had certainly distracted my initial target from his meal. I barely managed to duck its initial backhand. If I hadn't been expecting a reprisal and already been moving, I wouldn't have been so lucky. I swung a hard right hand into the creature's ribs as I dug in my coat for one of the wooden stakes we had lathed at the Foundation; though these corpses were in better shape, they were still corpses. My hand messily crushed into rotting flesh, sending the vampire staggering back a step in surprise, or was it recognition? A part of my accelerated mind thought about that as I pulled out my stake. The vampire trumped my stake with a machine pistol. The thought that I was going to die by a vampire terrorist shooting me in a White Power bar was so absurd I almost laughed as he pulled the trigger.
The reality of physics is that, barring an outrageous circumstance, no human can dodge a bullet, not even me. If I had space, I could have watched his aim and accounted for that or seen his trigger finger twitch and dove. We were literally fist to fist, eye to eye when the gun went off with a staccato burst. I was most certainly, despite the tough leather and padding of my suit, going to be blown through with holes. It was quite the surprise when I did not. It hurt with a pain I can't put into words as the rubber bullets smashed into my chest and abdomen, even through the wall of willpower that normally shunted pain away. The sheer impact knocked me off of my feet and into one of the cheap tables, collapsing it under the impact.
I was wheezing for breath, flat on my back and struggling to regain my focus, when another hole exploded in the front of the building. The Human Tank roared through the hole with Medusa riding on his back. Being the only person on the team with any kind of extra-normal reflexes, I could forgive their slow entrance. Medusa pounced off of Tank onto one of the monsters that had already bitten into a teenaged kid who picked the wrong bar to flash his fake ID at. Her halo of snakes hissed evilly as she drove the vampire to the ground. Tank, for his part, saw me. I couldn't blame him for the obvious conclusion that must have run through his head. I couldn't even gasp out a correction.
The poor guy didn't even say anything coherent; he just yelled, a yell fueled by the raging cauldron of emotion called puberty and the anger at seeing his friend 'dead', and tore a direct path to my shooter. Flooring, furniture, everything smashed in Tank's path, debris flying everywhere. I somehow mustered the strength to roll off the smashed table, providing me with a little cover from the impending impact. The vampire spun and
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