Home Sweet Home [[LYN]]

[Isi Runasimi]

Isi was dressed in typical Isi home attire. She was wearing a pair of new faded designer jeans and a black top she had thrown on. The shirt was more for clubbing but she had just thrown it on anyhow. It really didn’t matter which shirt she wore as long as she wore something. It wasn’t as if she would actually go clubbing or actually wear this shirt while going to any type of club establishment. There was no good place to conceal a gun! Isi was sitting on the couch while all the lights in the house were on. Isi had what would be known as a mansion. It had seven rooms not counting the staff rooms for a chef, maid, butler cook and nanny. They were all smaller then the guest rooms. The house consisted of two floors and a basement which had been converted into a torture chamber, something Isi had only used once. Better to kill your prey in an abandoned warehouse then in your own basement.

In each of the rooms the light was turned on now that it was after dark. Each room also came equipped with hidden weapons and jugs large and small of holy water that had been blessed by a priest and Isi had witnessed the blessing! And of course cross necklaces made from silver, also blessed and the ever so useless of objects – The Holy Bible. To say that Isi was running scared was an understatement. She could not more frightened if a werewolf in full form was an inch away from her! Isi hated feeling this way. She was the big bad ass hunter. She was the girl who defied death at every turn. She was a vicious cold hearted slayer that had even killed children who had been cursed with vampirism. And now here she was struggling to drink holy water, afraid of the sound of leaves blowing from the forest behind her house, wishing that these Doritos’s had been somehow poisoned so she could die a grateful death.

Though Isi would never say it out loud she deeply regretted her choice in houses at the moment. She had chosen her house for the seclusion and privacy it gave. It was on the outskirts of the city and she had a neighbor a mile away but the closest thing to her was trees. She had wanted it that way for her privacy so no busy body could notice her leaving at all hours of the night, sometimes bringing large wads of cash home, sometimes art. Now everything seemed to backfire. But at least the holy water was working. Isi was knocked off her ass and it hurt to drink it, so that at least had to mean that something was working if not at the very least that the holy water was full of lead. Isi’s last communication with anyone had been her new vampire killing partner, Linx. They had had a smashing time at the casino even if they did have to fight their way out of there.

Isi opened up a two hundred dollar bottle of wine, poured some in a glass and then added holy water. Unfortunately the water diluted the wine but it was the only way Isi could drink the holy water. It was just too painful to drink it without mixing it. And Isi could pretend that it was just wine until the holy water burned her esophagus and stomach and made her weak. ‘Maybe I should have asked for an exorcism.’ Isi thought to herself as she cleaned her gun and switched channels on her HD plasma TV set on the wall.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

She found herself right smack down in the middle of Nowheresville, New York! Trees on the left, trees on the right, trees in front of her, trees in back of her. . . Or was that a bush? Ah they were same thing almost probably. Who would want to live out here? Nothing fun would ever happen out here in the middle of a forest!

Well. . . unless a bear or a mountain lion decided your trash smelled good. . . . That would be exciting!

Lyn’s attempts at being stealthy were more or less. . . bad. First of all she wasn’t being very quiet and somehow managed to find every single stick lying on the ground where she could step on it and break it in half, and second of all she was making her own background spy music as she flitted from tree to tree, poking her head out around it to see if anyone was coming at her. . . .

Of course, three days of fun-filled stalking had shown that the woman she’d decided to bite had not many allies besides a single man named Linus or something. A man she’d had the fortune to meet a day ago! Best part of the night had been when he’d pointed that gun at her!

She was just sad that he hadn’t shot her. . . . Ah well. Couldn’t have good luck all the time.

But tonight was the night she had to do it if she wanted to go through with her pretty little plan to turn the hunter into the hunted! If she hadn’t killed herself already, anyway. Hunters seemed to prefer suicide or being killed over being turned into the very thing that they hunted! Didn’t they realize that if they were the very creature they hated, they were on even better grounds for killing them!

Well, whatever floated their boats.

“Dahdah daaahh. . . dada daaahhh. . . . Bum bum bumbum bum bum ba-bum!” she half-sang and half-said, creating her own theme music as she finally came up to the house that she knew her poor, lonely victim held herself up in. The pink-haired vampire put her hands together in a fake gun and then performed a rather sad and inflexible somersault before pressing herself up against a wall in a crouching position, her “hand” gun held by her head as she looked around a corner, trying to be serious when she was having a bunch of trouble wiping her own smile from her face.

Getting up to her feet, she shimmied along the side of the building to the front door, then removed one hand from her “gun” and reached out for the doorbell. She heard the sound quite well through the door, and she hoped for a moment that she had the right mansion. . . not but a few miles away on the opposite end of the forest was another mansion full of vampires. . . . Well, she was pretty sure this one wasn’t full of vampires!

“Hello! Would you like to participate in a survey?” Lyn yelled loudly, hoping the woman inside would hear her! She’d break in like a good little vampire. . . but it was more fun tricking people!

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi gorged herself onto cheese puffs and holy water. She had the habit of wiping her hands on a wet napkin each time she put together the pieces of her gun together. She had taken it apart to clean it and make sure it was all up to code. Sure she didn’t need to take it apart but it was soothing to put the pieces back together. And once it was finally all in one piece she felt safer. Isi wiped her orange fingers clean and then someone was screaming from the front door.

“Hello! Would you like to participate in a survey?”

“No. Go the fuck away.” Isi muttered under her breath as she climbed down from the couch to the floor. She opened her jug of holy water, poured water on her fingers and drew a cross on her forehead. Here she was a bad ass hunter now cowering like a little child. There would be no safety under the covers. There were monsters in the closet and Isi was trapped in a room, in a world that was only full of closets. “I don’t want to be in a fucking survey. Go the fuck away!” Isi screamed as loud as she could hoping that her voice would echo and the annoying survey women would hear her.

Why on earth would someone be asking Isi to partake in a survey? Isi’s nearest neighbor was one mile away. She wasn’t anywhere near other people. It wasn’t like walking to the next apartment half an inch away from the other one. Isi stuffed a clip into her gun. She glanced at the clock. It was late. It was dark. And Isi was pissed off. Though despite her anger she would not open her door. She peaked through the peephole but did not see anyone. What she should have done was switch the channel on her television and view the outside cameras.

“Go away. I don’t want to take a fucking survey.” Isi screamed from near the door. “Don’t you know it’s late? People are trying to sleep here!’ Of course Isi was alone. And no one could sleep if they did exist because every light in the home was on. Isi cringed realizing that it was quite stupid. Anyone for miles could see her home. It was like a lighthouse beckoning boats.

[[Sorry it’s short. ._.]]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

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Aw. She didn’t want to participate in the survey! How rude! Here she came all the way out in the middle of nowhere just to get this lady’s opinion and she didn’t want to participate! Oh boy she just hated it when people—

Oh that’s right. She wasn’t actually there to get a survey.

The girl yelled at her from inside, and Lyn just smiled brighter. People were trying to sleep? Well there was only one way to get this girl to come to the door! Oh yes, this was much more fun than just coming in through the window. Lyn tried the door, but it was locked as she had expected it to be, so that made her fall back to her original plan!

Lifting her finger slowly. . . she pushed in the doorbell.

And then again. And again. And again. And again. Over and over and over and over rapidly and incessantly without sign of ever letting up on the doorbell. Smiling wide, Lyn bit her bottom lip and just continued to hit the doorbell, getting happier and happier as she heard the rapid dinging of the bell, probably echoing through the majority of the big building. If that wouldn’t be enough to get the girl to come to the door, then she didn’t know what would!

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi sighed as the woman outside kept ringing her doorbell. Isi turned around rolling her eyes figuring that the woman would have to stop eventually. She went upstairs and began to turn off the lights one by one in each of the many rooms. Finally now all the lights in the large mansion were off and Isi had to move around in total darkness. It took about five or ten minutes or so and the woman was still ringing the blasted doorbell. “Damn she’s obnoxious. She’s probably from the IRS or something.” Isi muttered under her breath. She opened up her wall safe and pulled out five thousand dollars cash. Surely she could at least bribe someone to go away. Unless they wanted more money. Isi signed as she put the money back in the safe. You can’t bribe someone from the IRS and you can’t bribe someone, they always demanded more money and it would never stop.

“Alright. Alright. I’ll take your survey.” Isi said through the door caving in. She wouldn’t open up the door but she could take the stupid survey through the door. “I said okay, I’ll take your survey. Just stop ringing that doorbell, okay?” Isi leaned her back against the door. Her bare feet were against the cool tiles. On her typical New York style door there were six locks, eight bolts and two chains. She glanced as FOX’s American Dad came onto TV. It was probably the worst show ever! Isi walked over and grabbed the remote before she headed back to the door. “And sorry, I don’t open up the door to strangers. My husband doesn’t like it when I do.” Of course Isi was very, very unmarried. She was also very, very single.

Isi rocked back and forth from putting her weight on her heels to her toes. She wanted to be alone once more. It was awkward talking to someone via her door and answering a ‘survey’. Isi wondered what this determined woman looked like. If she was in business attire then she would definitely be from the IRS wondering who she was, what her name was, and if she paid taxes. Isi had purchased this house under a phony business that she ‘owned’. It was easier to be anonymous that way. Isi flipped the channel on the television and switched it to her home surveillance. Isi flipped through the cameras. There was no one in her garage, her pool, the forest or her guest room. She switched the channels searching for the front door.

[[Very!]]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring.

Hours. Lyn could continue this for hours and hours on end. She had the patience, she had the energy. She knew that eventually the human would get extremely annoyed by it and come make her stop. Everyone did. It was. . . the human thing to do. Impatient, easily annoyed. . . it was like clockwork.

But Lyn didn’t have to wait hours. Her prey came to the door, telling her she’d take her silly little made-up survey if she would just stop ringing the doorbell. Ha! Predictable, easy to read, easily manipulated. . . humans. Lyn’s grin grew wider in the instance of a few second, making its way slowly onto her flawless features. Oh how easy it was to make people do what she wanted with a little. . . persistence and patience.

Pausing in her doorbell ringing, she waited a second, then rang the doorbell one last time just to be annoying.

However, her prey wasn’t going to play along all that well. She refused to answer the door. Lyn’s smile never faded, however, and she simply placed both her palms against the door, and then her forehead. She twisted her head around a second later, her back to the camera she hadn’t realized existed—or didn’t care about, it was hard to tell—and then whispered loud enough for the girl on the other side to hear.

“Question one: Why didn’t you just let me have the car?”

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[Isi Runasimi]

Isi lost her bored face and it was fast replaced with terror. Pure unadulterated terror. It wasn’t the terror from the women paid to act scared in movies. It was the terror one felt when they were going to die. The woman whose nice date had asked to use the bathroom after he walked her to the door and then held her own kitchen knife to her throat as he raped her. The guy who had decided to fill up at a gas station in a secluded section of the off ramp whose only mistake was being there at the wrong place and time for some gang members random kill into full initiation. Isi’s only mistake was being there at the wrong place and the wrong time.

“You can have the car.” Isi said as she moved her back away from the door. The television flipped to the front door camera which appeared to be empty. There was no one in the doorway. But Isi knew this to be false. “You can have the car!” Isi repeated again. She was unsure of herself but she knew that the vampire really didn’t care about the car anymore. She was hunting a hunter. A hunter who had curled up in Snuggies and throw blankets after dark hugging her gun like a scardy-cat, a petrified scardy-cat!

Isi was strong. She wouldn’t perish from a crazed vampire, this crazed vampire. She would have to fight her way out of this and survive. Isi was a survivor! She backed away from the door. She could shoot through the door or she could open the many locks and then shoot the vampire. However, despite the ‘vampires aren’t allowed into your home without permission’ if Isi opened the door she had a feeling that the vampire would somehow be allowed to come in. Isi shot through the door. Bullet after bullet after bullet entered and exited the large wooden door.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Ooh! Her prey was relinquishing her car at last! It only took three days, but now Lyn could have a car! She was definitely going to make her prey stay good on her promise—well, if she remembered, anyway—and then she’d have an even bigger weapon! Fifty points for small children and elderly! One hundred points each if you hit them both at the same time!

It was safe to say she didn’t actually have a license.

“Question number two! How badly do you want to get through the night alive?” she called louder, aware that her prey was probably panicking. It was so easy to tell from the tone in the woman’s voice! It warmed Lyn’s cold, dead heart to know that she had struck such fear in the heart of a seasoned, hardened hunter! Of course, it was practically her job to strike fear in the hearts of all that she could, and she was good at it.

It only took one shot to make Lyn move out of the way. Front doors were thick. The first bullet struck in just the right spot that it didn’t pass through, and Lyn had enough time to just step away from the door and just stood by the wall instead, her grin wide as ever.

“If you kill me you’re going to diiieeeee~” she sang. She’d bitten little Ms. Hunter and gave her the toxin in her fangs. If she didn’t get some blood pumping through her, it wouldn’t be a very pleasant death. “If you don’t let me in you’ll die too! I’m here to help you.” She had absolutely no real motive to do what she was doing except for the fact that. . . she loved irony.

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[Isi Runasimi]

“You know I want to live.” Isi whispered. “Everyone wants to live.” Of course that being said everyone did want to live. BUT, people who really wanted to live naturally did not do such dangerous jobs. Isi’s job would have to earn her triple hazard pay if there ever was a government position open for vampire slayer! This was a job that should earn people five hundred dollars an hour plus bonuses. Isi did her job not because she wanted to die but because she despises vampires. She despised them with every ounce of her human breath. They were unnatural. They should not be alive.

A vampire hunter turning into a vampire was ironic. Was that the only reason the pink haired one wanted Isi to be a vampire? The vicious hunter could not imagine being a vampire. She did not want to be the plotline for some cheesy movie about a vampire hunter turned vampire hunting vampires. “I’m not going to let you in.” Isi said in a determined voice. “What do you want? I said I’d give you my car. What else do you want? I’m not made of gold mind you!” Of course Isi did have a lot of money and access to a lot of money. But she didn’t want to give any of it to the blasted vampire.

It made Isi sick to her stomach, the thought of paying off a vampire to not kill her. There had been plenty of rich and wealthy vampires that had begged Isi with money, with power with even the vampiric curse. She closed her eyes and thought of the past. Isi in a dark outfit, a vampire on the ground bleeding and unable to move. Silver binding it and a sort of hissing sound coming from the flesh that began to smell like burnt bacon. The vampire begging, offering Isi money in the safe, anything to plead his life. He had children and they would be coming home soon. Isi had killed him after telling him that she had already killed his children before he had come home. And then Isi killed the vampire and stole all his money.

Isi wanted to scream, ‘Have mercy. Have mercy! Please, if you let me go I’ll change my ways. I swear. I’ll donate all my money to charity. I’ll move out of the country. You will never see my face again.’ But this wasn’t a reasonable vampire. And it wasn’t a reasonable offer coming from a greedy, cold-hearted hunter. And Isi did not beg! Never. Not to something so damned filthy.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

She wanted to live but she wasn’t going to hear Lyn out? Poor misguided vampire hunter lady. Didn’t she hear what Lyn was saying? Maybe she didn’t believe her. Ha! That was most likely. Smart vampire hunter lady! Lyn giggled to herself, just enjoying the tone of panic and letting the situation last a little longer, sink a little further into the little woman’s mind. . . .

Lyn lifted a hand and scratched a single finger nail down the side of the building, pressing her body against it as if she trying to embrace the wall, her cheek pressed against it and everything. “I already told you what I want, Chickadee. You’re not going to live if you don’t let me in. I bit you, remember? That night with the umbrellas? If you don’t let me finish what I started you’re doing to diiieeee~” she called through the wall.

“It doesn’t matter to me whether or not you die. I’ll find someone else,” she added, thinking it something important to add.

Of course if she really wanted to she’d just climb on in through the window or just right through the wall. . . though breaking through drywall was quite a bit harder than it was through a window, especially without any sort of weapon to bash in walls and studs. She glanced around for a window so she knew where a point of entry was, but it would be so much nicer if the woman would just realize the mortal peril she was in and submit!

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[Isi Runasimi]

“No!” said Isi determination in her voice, almost finding courage and bravery. “If I let you in then I will die. Do you think I’m stupid? I didn’t start vampire hunting yesterday you know. I’ve been doing it for six years!” Isi had been drinking holy water ever since she had gotten bitten. She had also doused the wound with holy water too. It had hurt so much both the water on the wound and drinking it that Isi had passed out every time she had drunken holy water, she was nauseous. But she related that to maybe the water wasn’t healthy for a human such as herself to drink. Maybe someone was pissing in the holy water when no one was looking. A damned baby had probably pissed in the holy water as it was being baptized! ‘Damn babies,’ Isi thought just then.

“Go find someone else.” Isi screamed through the door. “You think I care if you take another human besides me? I DON’T! I’m not chivalrous and when the bullets start flying I’m the type of person to grab a fat child to use as a shield!” Maybe the vampire thought that she was a noble hunter. Someone who would risk everything to save someone even if that meant the police finding them at the scene and someone delirious babbling about vampires. That said hunter would go to jail and for what? The saved life of one person? People should only worry about themselves. Isi only cared about herself! At the choice of saving one person and ending in jail or letting someone die and saving herself – Isi would choose herself every single freaking time.

Isi ran away from the door and bound upstairs. She needed something stronger. Something that could only be found in her safe. Inside was a submachine gun. It had the strength to cut a tree in half. It could separate the organs from a vampire. It would do the trick! Isi left the safe open as she took rolls of ammo. Everything for that gun. It could fire 950 rounds per minute! In five minutes that pink haired whack job would have 4750 bullets inside her. Isi walked downstairs, through the door she called. “Okay, I’ll give you the car. I'll open the door and hand you the keys. How’s that sound? Okay. I apologize. I should have given you the car when we first met.”

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Lyn clicked her tongue and shook her head. “D’aww is da poor wittle hunter scawed? Does oo needs a huuuugg?” she crooned through the wall, grinning wider for a second. Poor thing didn’t believe that Lyn was there to actually save her life! Well. She was technically there to end one aspect of her life and then start a new one. . . . Ah well! Little Isi would still be at least a little alive in some prospect of the word!

Giggling, Lyn waved a hand. “Fat kids make excellent meat shields! Except they’re kind of hard to pick up so I think you’d be better off picking up an average-sized kid and using them as a shield! You’re a small woman. . . they’d be able to shield the majority of your body!” she suggested, bringing a finger to her mouth, nibbling thoughtfully on a nail.

Chivalry was overrated!

The house went silent except for the dull, muffled thumps of the woman running around inside. Lyn smiled and cocked her head, then started to walk around the side of the building. “One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha! One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha,” she sang quietly to herself, elated that she was finally going to have a good chase!

One way or another she was going to turn this hunter! Oh how miserable she would be! Or maybe she’d step up to the challenge and own her transformation! Either way, Lyn won!

Placing her foot against the wall, she shifted her weight and turned horizontal, then walked up the wall toward a second floor window. Balancing herself on the window sill after shifting her weight again, she jimmied the window open with a simple shove—any lock was just ripped free—and she dropped inside to the floor, starting up again with her Mission Impossible theme as she rolled across the floor dramatically to the door, then peeked outside.

The hall was empty!

Footsteps further down the hall alerted Lyn to where her prey was and she trounced soundlessly down the hall, her feet making not even a ghost of a sound before she slid down the banister of the stairs and slid across the floor behind her prey as she was warning Lyn that she was going to open the door to give her the keys, and that she was sorry for not giving it to her earlier when they’d first met!

Funny. Those keys looked an awful lot like a gun!

“You probably should have!” she piped up from being the red-headed woman.

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] Isi had this huge smile on her face as she went to open the door. If the sun was in the sky twenty-four hours a day and Isi had just legally inherited Bill Gates and Donald Trump’s entire fortune she could smile no greater a smile! She was that pleased with herself. There were so many locks on her door. This wasn’t New York City but it was still New York. And Isi could not afford to get herself robbed. Most of her guns were in really easy hiding places. It wasn’t as if they were in sight, but if someone went searching around her drawers for money they would most certainly find them. And it was all Isi needed to be robbed, have the robber use her gun in another robbery – To have the police find said robbers and get them to confess where they had found the guns. Because let’s be honest. If someone was robbing Isi’s place, they would find with ease at least twenty to thirty guns! That would earn Isi’s wonderful house a warrant and she would be raided by the American Tobacco and Firearms. “You probably should have!” Isi did not turn around. If she did then she knew Lyn would attack her. She probably wouldn’t attack the hunter from behind for she knew it would be more fun when she turned around. Isi wondered how the hell a vampire got inside her house?! How could a vampire get inside her house? Isi had not invited the blood sucking leech inside her property! “I didn’t invite you in!” Isi screamed as she turned around swiftly. She was mad and full of rage. It was like being raped or murdered in your own home. In your home you were supposed to feel safe. You could let your guard down. It was YOUR home! And your precious property was invaded. By an abomination of God no less! “I didn’t invite you in!” Isi screamed as she pressed the trigger on her semi automatic machine gun. Bursts of bullets began to spray from the machine. The bullets that missed Lyn (because she was such a slim creature) hit the wall, the staircase and the fancy small tables she had along the walls (with their respective vintage mirrors). The cherry wooden table that was used to just look fancy and fill up space immediately lost its legs. It was so old that really anything could do it in. It only took one bullet for the old mirror to shatter. Bullets were cast wherever they landed. The machine gun was fast, nearly as fast as a vampire and Isi had good aim and good coordination, especially on moving targets. She did not scream or cry out obscenities but concentrated on filling her prey with lead. She was now using short bursts instead of holding down on the trigger. This would be so much easier if the vampire was running in a straight line, then of course Isi would have held down on the trigger and fed it its full meal of nine hundred plus bullets. But this was inside Isi’s house, and the vampire had lots of room to move over lots of expensive and old things. Thankfully, Isi kept her paintings upstairs!

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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Ho-ho! Someone was a little trigger happy, weren’t they! And a little upset, as well. Spouting off something about how she hadn’t been invited in or some other malarkey. . . . Who had ever decided that vampires couldn’t just waltz in to someone’s house? What kind of magic could possibly prevent someone from walking inside someone domicile, and if there was such a magic why couldn’t it keep regular people from breaking into other people’s houses?

It was just didn’t make any sense! And wouldn’t a seasoned vampire hunter know better than to just assume such laws existed? Maybe this hunter wasn’t as good at her job as Lyn had been led to believe in the first place!

The woman spun around and Lyn swung around behind her as well, just giggling as the terrified woman tore through her own home with a powerful gun! How terribly impersonal guns were! You couldn’t possibly get any sort of satisfaction from a kill if you weren’t right in their face giggling as you tore out their internal organs with a rusty teacup!

Or maybe that was just Lyn.

Hunter turned, vampire remained behind her, giggling and watching the whole thing unfold right in front of her eyes. Poor girl. . . she was going to have to replace all this stuff! Not that it’d be too hard once the new her was born! All Lyn had to do was to convince this woman that she wasn’t there to kill her! Well, not in the literal sense of the world. . . figuratively part of her was going to die, only to be reborn as something better! Something stronger!

“HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!” Lyn shouted, kicking out at the human’s lower back, hoping to knock her unbalanced and hopefully onto her face.

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] It did not make any sense. By the laws of vampires they could not trespass against property that did not belong to them. This vampire could not enter Isi’s home uninvited. And Isi had certainly not invited the vampire into her home. This defied all logic. This was unnatural. It was not right! Perhaps this vampire really was truly crazy. Could insane vampires trespass? Apparently so! All this shock and terror was upsetting Isi’s stomach. She had mixed holy water with wine and though it would take more than a few drinks to knock her on her ass (she rarely got drunk or wasted) the holy water was really bothering her now. Her stomach was doing something and the wine and holy water really, really wanted to come up. She was feeling queasy. Curse the tainted holy water, this was not the time! HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY! The vampire screeched. Isi felt a blow going to her back and she topped over. At the same time she fell on her knees with a painful thud. Then, when the wine made its way out of her mouth she fell over on her face as she threw up the holy water. It wasn’t that much but it was still something. This was not the time to be weak. Isi held on the trigger as the bullets went flying into the walls, hoping to get the vampire.

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