Home Sweet Home [[LYN]]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

yn squealed with delight when the woman stumbled forward after Lyn’s little kicked had done its job. The poor woman was so freaking scared too! She was almost frantic with fear, firing at her own home, tearing the furniture and the walls apart in an attempt to destroy the trespasser who had broken into her home, shattering the illusion that she was safe in her innermost of sanctums. . . .

It was just too funny for words!

Appearing in front of the woman, Lyn placed her palm over the muzzle, taking several shots through her hand. Lyn kneeled down, aiming the gun elsewhere and not even phased by the gaping hole that had appeared in her hand now. With the yank of her hand, she attempted to just rip it out of the human’s grasp and toss it over her shoulder.

Blood ran freely down Lyn’s arm and the pink-haired vampire stared at it for a moment before turning to her prey and cocking her head with a pleasant smile. “Take some of my blood and I’ll leave you alone! Sounds like a fair trade, does it not? I won’t bother you again unless I happen to see you on the streets! I’ll never come back to this house! If you don’t take some of my blood you’ll be dead by tomorrow of. . . well probably toxic shock!” she giggled, patting the top of Isi’s head lightly.

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] If there was one thing in the world that Isi really did not like to do it was to throw up. It was something that she rarely did and avoided it as much as possible. Now things like blood, guts and gore covering her skin did disgust her – especially if it was a werewolf or vampires – but they did not make her throw up. There was some measure of satisfaction from seeing a vampire or werewolves innards but there was no heaving. It was disgusting to be covered in them but it would not turn her stomach. Her stomach was only turned by spoiled foods, the use of medications like antibiotics and maybe eating steak and then going around and having a milkshake. Superman to kryptonite was like Isi to throwing up. She thought a few choice swears when the vampire took her machine gun and tossed it. As soon as Isi’s finger wasn’t held on the trigger it stopped firing. The downstairs would pretty much need to be plastered with drywall (after all the bullets and casings were found and collected) – Only if she lived. If she died…well then it would fall to someone else’s duties. Wait…Isi could not think like that. It pained her to die by the hands of some really crazy, really insane pink haired hippie vampire! Isi looked startled. For a moment there she had thought that the vampire was going to kill her. But at least she would be dead and not have to worry about ungodly abortions walking the night streets. But to become one of them? “What the hell’s so fair about that?” Isi asked as she wiped some of the holy water from her face. “I’ll give you the car. I give you the car,” she corrected. “Now that’s fair.” She did not understand why she would be dead by tomorrow. Toxic shock? She would not touch the vampires blood. But she did take great pleasure it noticing how her hand was bullet ridden. Flesh and bone would have been exposed if not for it to be covered with blood. Isi sighed. She always knew that one day the prey would get her and she would become the hunted. It always happened. No exceptions. A hunter who got careless would be executed. Isi knew that would happen. She did not dwell on the matter but she did know that at one day it would happen to her. But the only thing that she could not stand was that this vampire was not better than her. She was just crazier than her! If Isi was to die, she wanted to die by a vampire who was worthy of killing her. And this vampire wasn’t even going to kill her in the sense that Isi expected. “Either kill me or take my car and go.” She gave the vampire an ultimatum.

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

aving her hand dismissively, Lyn just rolled her eyes and grinned a little wider, placing her fingertips against the woman’s shoulder in order to push her over onto her back. “Silly, you don’t have to give me the car! I can just take it!” she giggled with a cock of her head. “Though I’m ever so glad that you’d be so kind as to hand over such a fine piece of machinery! I promise I’ll take perfectly good care of it!”

Not.

She cocked her head to the other side and looked a little curious for a moment before she barked out a single laugh. “Either kill you or take your car? Chickadee why couldn’t I do both!” she giggled, chewing on the nail of her index finger. Humans were so silly! What kind of a catch twenty-two was either steal from you or kill you? Doing both was just as fun! And why couldn’t this human see that all Lyn wanted to do was help her?

Lyn sighed and stepped over the girl and straddled her, lifting her hand over the woman’s face, letting the blood from the hole in her hand drip downward. “I told you, Chickadee! I don’t want to kill you! But I bit you that day on the street. . . . And I injected you with my venom! In order to survive the next twenty-four hours you’ll need to drink my blood. Think of it as a cure! Well, in a sense. It’ll keep you from dying, but in order for it to do that. . .you’ll have to temporarily expire!”

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] “Sure, you can just try to take it. But you’ll need a tow truck.” Isi mumbled while feeling ill. She was lying of course. But cars did fancy things these days. There were cars that could open with the push of a button. There were cars that would start with the push of a button. There were cars that were voice activated. There were cars that were also fingerprint active (Isi had carefully not said anything about needing a fingerprint but implying a tow truck because Isi had the feeling that this girl could stomach cutting off her finger to try and use it to open the car – Which thankfully did not require a fingerprint). And cars could also start by using your high tech cellular phone. Isi closed her eyes for a moment. This pink haired vampire, whose name Isi did not even know, really almost reminded Isi of herself. Or at least that sentence. Why couldn’t the vampire do both? – Of course she could! Isi mentally signed inside her mind. It was not every day you met with someone who was insane and Isi was ill fit to handle this vampire. A hunter was no match for a loony vampire. Isi could not think of a number when she was in the vampire’s position and about to kill the vampire. She could take both his money and his life. There was no need for him to have to escape to collect on his fortune. Against her strong determination a lone tear fled from the inner right eye of Isi, though she was disorientated and perhaps it was her left eye. “I think I got rid of most of your venom when I cut open my own flesh. I think you’ll have to bite me again if you want me to be a vampire.” Isi said solemnly. What was her plan? It was simple. Take the pink haired one out with her. Isi had probably drank enough holy water to cast out a demon (not that they existed). And if she could take out this pink one then she would be able to rest in peace. If Isi and the pink haired one died the police would probably be baffled. They would only find dust inside the home but no occupants. They would search for records and tax records but find nothing. Upon a more thorough search of the house they would find enough weapons a terrorist would dance with glee, and a multitude of stolen paintings that would make the art world baffle and museum curators cry with glee – ready to get their lawyers brought into the project so that the pieces could be returned to their rightful owners. The police might find Isi’s fingerprints on her things, on her car but they would never know her real name, nor would they ever find her money – Alright, they might find her money on her laptop computer with a tech expert. But that, that would be her only real regret – That the money had landed into police hands (as well as the art and jewelry). Isi turned to face the vampire and did her best to give her a blank glaring stare. Would the vampire take the bait?

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

yn just couldn’t help herself. She bust up laughing as she sat on the hunter’s stomach, leaning her head back and wiping an invisible tear from her eye. This poor little human was so poorly misinformed and misguided! Or did she think that Lyn was an idiot? Whatever it was, though, it was extremely funny.

“Silly pumpkin head! Didn’t you ever take biology? Or turn on Animal Planet? You can’t cut out venom! Once it’s in your blood it’s in your blood! Even if you suck it out that just hinders the effects, but doesn’t stop them. . . . Your heart beats so many times a minute, Chickadee! By the time you even made it any place where you could cut out your own flesh my toxin would have already made it into your system,” she explained with a cock of her head and a bright cheery grin.

Crazy didn’t mean stupid.

Her pink tongue flitted out of her mouth to moisten her thin lips and she cocked her head to the other side. “I’m not interested in your car right now! Missy missy. . . what is it going to take for me to make you believe that if you don’t take my blood, you’re going to die?” she said with a giggle, shaking her head a little bit as she looked down at the woman.

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] Isi scowled as the vampire put her weight on her stomach by sitting on her and using her like a common chair. It made it vastly harder to breathe with a thing sitting on your stomach. The pink haired one (Isi still did not know her name) was not a heavy set woman but she was heavy enough on a person’s stomach. ‘At least it’s not my back,’ Isi could only think optimistically though she was a pessimist at heart. Isi couldn’t help but narrow her eyes in disgust. And to answer the question, no, she had not taken biology nor had she ever watched the animal planet show. She did not have much use for schooling. Live with werewolves and attend school while waiting for them to one day accidentally attack you or run away and hunt evil and watch law and order type shows? It only took one guess to know which Isi had chosen. “You watch animal planet? I’m going to die by someone who watches nature crap!” Isi muttered, the last line was to herself. “No. I believe you. I. Am. Going. To. Die.” Isi said each word very slowly as if she had discovered the first Bible or holy scripts in existence. She thought each word very carefully. Still, as slow with the words as she was being it did not seem real. It seemed like an out of body experience. Perhaps there was really truly a God and he was granting Isi this form of mercy. This God could not be able to help her but he would make it less pleasant as possible. Though Isi really wished this pink haired girl would get off of me. “Get your fucking fat butt off of me!” Isi managed to scream at the pink vampire. She threw a punch at her with her right hand. It was useless, Isi knew. But she was a fighter and would go fighting down to the last drop. Like if Isi had been on the Titanic, she would have killed everyone so that she would have enough room on one of those small savior boats. “Fuck you God. Where the fuck are you?” she asked. “Why do you care if I live or die you sadistic psycopath, insane, looney - -“ she was just spurting off all the words she knew for crazy. And then suddenly, Isi began to cry.

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

orcing air between her lips, Lyn scoffed and waved her hand by her head. “Puh-lease! Like I have time to watch the Animal Planet with my kind of schedule! Debauchery takes up a lot of time, y’know!” she responded errantly and with a wide grin. Could she help it she was smarter than this woman? “I was merely wondering because if you had maybe you would have known it, too!”

Lyn cocked her head to the side and smiled, glad that they were making some sort of progress with the whole you’re going to die thing. . . . But not any progress on the fact that she could fix all of that. Maybe she just needed some sense beat into her. . . . It was looking like a pretty good idea to the pink-haired vampire, that was sure. In fact, the denseness of this hunter was beginning to grind Lyn’s gears and despite the bright and cheery smile on her face, she was getting a little tired of the “poor me, poor me” act.

After all, Lyn was trying to help and the hunter was just too dumb to realize it. Weren’t hunters supposed to be smart? This woman was an imbecile!

Rolling her eyes, Lyn pulled her and back and then slapped the red-head right across the cheek. That’s what people did to knock sense into hysteric people, right? Well those tears sure were a sign of being hysteric. “Listen, Pretty Pretty Princess. Stop your blubbering, stop your idiotic prattle and just take my blood, ‘kay honey?” she hissed, deciding that this woman needed someone more stern than forgiving, which was how Lyn was acting right then.

It was time to don a new mask for the time being and get some results.

Just for good measure Lyn slapped the girl again and almost lost face: it was just so fun striking someone like that! She had to stop herself from giggling so she could continue the act. “Now, this is happening whether or not you want it to!”

Reaching over the woman’s head, Lyn grabbed a jagged piece of wood from a splintered side table and she used one of the splinters and drew a thick, bloody line across her arm then forcefully stuck her bloody arm over the woman’s mouth. “Take it! Take iiiittttt!” she demanded, rubbing her arm over her lips. She had to take a certain amount, but she was certain that she could get her to.

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] The vampire slapped Isi but it wasn’t painful. She blinked but just because it was out of surprise. If anything the vampire should be punching Isi – though that would hurt. If she was lucky she would die from it. “I don’t want your blood.” She said with all the anger that she possessed. The vampire was hissing a lot like a demon and it was actually quite frightening (not that Isi believed in demons or had even met one). Isi had actually never heard a monster hiss like that before. Or perhaps it was because she was powerless, without a gun and dying that made it so frightening. For one thing, her life was not flashing before her eyes. Isi was slapped again and Isi closed her eyes preparing for punches and heavy strikes. When they didn’t come she braced herself again and then finally opened her eyes. “No, it’s not.” She said firmly trying to sound brave. She was pleased that her voice didn’t crack despite she felt extremely scared. She did not see the vampire cut herself but she saw the line of cherry red blood slip through the long lined wound against the vampires pale flesh. Blood dripped down her arm, blood dripped on Isi and then her arm was shoved in her mouth. The vampire rubbed her hand against Isi’s lips like one would with lipstick. “No,” she sobbed with tears. The blood went in her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it. It went down her throat involuntarily. Isi would turn into a vampire if the transformation didn’t kill her. She doubted that her future ‘sire’ would stick around and see her through it. She would probably leave her on the floor dying and alone to figure out the ‘vampire thing’. “I swear I’ll have my revenge.” She blubbered as blood poured into her mouth once more. She was doomed.

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

oody, goody! The woman was being a good little girl and taking the blood. One day the woman was going to thank her for this. Okay, maybe not, but Lyn liked to tell herself that because it was ironic and would make for good character development.

The lady declared—or vowed or whatever—that she would someday get revenge on the pink-clad vampire. It just made Lyn giggle and use her free hand to pat her head. “I wish you the best of luck on that endeavor, dear Chickadee. I will be waiting for the day when you attempt to!” she replied, not a hint of sarcasm or insincerity in her tone. It would be a grand fight, no doubt, and she would enjoy every moment of it!

When Lyn was satisfied that the woman had taken enough blood for the transformation to complete itself, she pulled her arm away and scrambled off the woman’s stomach, hovering over her with the brightest of smiles.

“Okay. . . . You’re going to feel sick for a day. Crippling. You might want to stay out of the sunlight and just stay in bed for a while. . . . Get used to sleeping during the day and going out at night. If you do sleep at all,” Lyn amended with another tiny little giggle. “I never sleep, you see. Now, do you have any questions, cares, concerns about your new life. . . ?”

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] Isi felt like an annoying but good meaning child when she was patted on the head so absentmindedly. The pink one said nothing sarcastic and Isi wondered if she truly meant it. Perhaps in a secluded section, she really did wish for Isi to kill her. But of course Isi had failed and now she was the dead one. Isi finally had the woman off her stomach and could breathe though she would probably stop breathing soon… “I know how vampires work,” she muttered half under her breath. The woman was not telling her a single thing that she did not already know. “What’s your name and who sired you?” she asked. Certainly Isi of all humans er… vampires had the right to know the pink ones name. She wanted to know who was foolish enough to sire such a crazed vampire. When Isi had her revenge it would not be pretty! Sadly Isi was all out of energy (and furniture) else she would have given the pink one a nice kick to her legs. It would have done nothing more than immobilize the vampire till Isi could get on her feet. But she did not have enough energy to fight back – at least right now. She had enough energy to think of questions she wanted asked. But she had too much pride. There were actually plenty of things she did not know about vampires but she would not ask. Never! When she got the name of the pink one and the fool who had sired the pink one she would replay their names over and over and over in her mind. She could not forget them. And who knew what the pink one would do to her now. Would she drop her from Isi’s roof? Snap her neck? Stab her? Or would Isi just die peacefully and be reborn peacefully? She looked at the vampire, her eyes were piercing needles. She was filled with loathe for the creature before her and the creature she was about to become. This was most certainly not how it was supposed to happen!

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons

mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky

he tips of her fingers rested against her exposed upper chest and Lyn smiled brightly, teeth bright and flashing. “My name?” she repeated with an upper inflection. She didn’t need a fake name. People deserved to know her name! “Lyn! Just Lyn. Everyone calls me that! As for my sire I don’t really remember! He’s dead now. I killed him!”

Biting her bottom lip, Lyn giggled and appraised her new little fledgling. “Maybe it’ll become a tradition!” she piped up happily before turning and skipping out of the house.

No point staying in this little hovel! she thought to herself happily, swinging her arms in an exaggerated manner as she skipped along. I wonder if I can find any elderly out and about to pick on! The thought alone made her giggle with pleasure as she imagined upset and irritated elderly waving canes at her and calling her terrible things. . . . Swearing old folk was always hilarious!

Lyn halted for a moment and turned back to the house that her new pet project was staying in. She didn’t feel one bit guilty for leaving her there to figure this out on her own. It was better for everyone! “See you around, Chickadee!”

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] “Not if I see you first.” Isi said as she followed Lyn to the door and watched her leave. She knew that her real name was Lyn. Why would the crazy vampire make up a fake name? So the name was real. If not, then Lyn would still be very easy to find. Keywords: pink hair, crazy, vampire. Any vampire would know who she was chatting about. She had her back to the estate door. Her heart was pounding as she placed her fingers on it. This was the last time that she would ever hear her heartbeat. Isi was trying to savor the moment. But it was still bittersweet. She was a bloody vampire hunter, she killed vampires. She did not bother to learn things about them like their names or their powers or how they got turned and what happened. This was going to be a very, very long road in front of her. Still, she had work to do. Isi needed to clean up her home and scrap the ruined furniture. Anything with a bullet needed to go in the safe. With all the firepower that went on here the police would be at her place sooner or later to ask if she heard anything. Isi picked up all the bullet shells and bullets and carved them out of the wall with a knife. It was long hard work but it kept her mind off of thinking. After Isi was done she took some plaster out of the garage and began to fill in the holes. Now after several hours her home was no worse for the wear. It had a bunch of broken furniture that was covered in bullet holes in the secret passageway but no worse for the wear. Isi soon cleaned herself up. And no sooner did she then the doorbell rang. No Isi had heard something but she thought it was kids playing around with fireworks. This is an awfully large forest. Yes she was now awfully concerned and wished if the cops found something they would inform all the home owners.

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