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Gelal The Damned · #24 (**permalink**) 05-14-2008

(Uhm Kilana, I suggest you read other posts and take ntoe of the situation before posting. I didnt shoot her. She is behidn a motorcyle at gun point ina high risk situation, you cant just run in on that. Your post will be ignored)

Ezekiel found himself in the tightest situation he could ever possibly hope for. Three vampires were around him now, the most dangeorus one in his mind being the second he noticed- the one he never really acknowledged. They must be stalking him for now, if they hadnt have made a move. The third was speaking to him, but the words didnt quite make it into his brain as he was diagnosing the situation. Easing away from the vampire advicing him to leave, Ezekiel spoke towards the vampire behind the cycle.

"Wrong. Maybe I just want you to live for a few more nights, Knowing that each night I'll be out here with you, two steps ahead of you're nasty race."

Aim.. Aim.. click- BANG. Ezekiel made it obvious to the vampire behind the cycle his next move- he wanted her to live. He was going to play with these vampires like they played with their pray. A bullet unlaoded from the barrel of the gun, ripping into the tank of the cycle causing a moderate explosion as the shelling sparked into the gasoline. Nodding farewell to Sight, Ezekiel broke off into full sprint towards a alleyway. Although hobbling, suit pants soaked with blood, Ezekiel was swift and fast for someone of his age.

He sprinted for atleast a mile, winding in and out of alley ways. Pulling into a enclosement between two buildings, Ezekiel threw miself onto of a dumpster, leaping up to catch the steel railing of a fire excape and pulled himself onto the metal surface. A few feet from the ground, he layed on his back against the cold metal floor of the fire excape. Taking no time to catch his breath, the exhausted slayer wasted no time in examining his wound. It wasnt that deep, no need for stitches atleast. "I need to get rid of the smell." He choked to himself, removing his suit pants wich were stained with blood.

He tied the pants over and over again in a knot untill the pants were tight as a baseball. Aarching his arm back, whipped foreward and threw the bloodstained trousers as far as he could. "That should throw off any blood thirsty fang-faces for now." He murmurred, Opening a vial of holy water and dousing the open wound with it. He repeated this three times, three different vials of holy water over the cut, fingers busy at scrubbing the cut clean as he could. The water blurred the vampires scent at a amazing rate, and masked whatever trace of blood was still left on his leg. After bandaging up the wound with a cloth wrap from the tiny kit he wore, the slayer wasted no time in finding a clothing line suiting a pair of black trousers that fit him. All of this took him around ten minutes.

After getting himself situated, the dark figure stayed crouched against the metal bar's of the fire excape, listening to the whistles of police cars go by, eyes scanning the roofs of buildings for any vampiric 'company'. Removing his cellphone, the Ezekiel dialed Ren's phone, waiting to the dial tone untill she answerd. Speaking in a hushed voice in case any vampire had tailed him, he made his conversation short and sweet. "Hey, it's Ez. Get inside, NOW. The street's arent safe. No time for questions, just get in you're apartment."