Its all fun an games until theres a [Blane] Blaze

[blane]

Blane closed his eyes trying to think. What did he feel? He felt a mixture of things both incredible and disgusting emotions. He wanted to both grasp in the glory and run puke and hide. What was he becoming? Oh, Blane knew what he was becoming though he didn't have to like it. He was becoming a vampire though he knew nothing about them though he hunted them. Didn't he have to die to become one? Or was he slowly turning because of his fathers vampire blood?

"Mom. I'm sorry!"

[/b] What else could Blane say though sorry never felt like enough. He grabbed onto his fathers guns. Yes. He would kill his father with his own guns. What had they been called? Ebony and Ivory? It was fitting. Blane would kill his father. He turned around facing his father, ignoring his mother. "I will hunt you down! Mark my words, vampire!"[/b] Yet somehow his words did not seem very tough considering that he was now a vampire and he felt a bit weakened. The fact that he had taken his fathers blood made him wish to puke, to hurl, to die. He could hear his fathers voice in his mind, somehow he knew he was being spoken to in his mind. Vampire tricks. He was a vampie, already. How much blood had his father given him? Shit! [/blockquote][/font]

[daria]

Daria turned from her son to her .... She never knew what to call Blaze. What did you call someone who fathered a child from a one night stand? It seemed a bit tactless. She would not use his name, Blaze, Blane, he was called simply vampire, of course in a disrespectful tone. "You bastard! You son of a bitch! You will PAY!"

[/b] Daria would avenge her son! She took Blaze's famous Ebony and Ivory which now belonged to Blane and shot at Blaze, perfect shots. The gun packed a punch and she found herself scooting back a few inches because of the blast. Damn. She never knew what he packed. Of course her guns were always packing heat, better than his.

Before either Blane and Blaze knew what was what Daria was standing up. Her leg hurt like a pain in the bitch but the pain would be worth it. She made a mental note to go directly after this to the hospital. Her fake leg would be taken out with surgery and her leg would need a few months to heal from the pain. Replacement legs weren't supposed to be on your person 24/7, they were only supposed to be on for a few hours max. The 67 Shelby parked was definitely Blaze's. God mighty how she hated Shelby's! The packed grenade was in her hand, turned on and marked for five seconds. She tossed it at the Shelby and just as it hit its mark it exploded. She would have to let Blane kill Blaze, but she could trash his car. She would make it a goal of hers, a side goal, to kill all the Shelby's of the world!
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