"What the hell happened? ?"
Kristia woke up, in the middle of the Red Dragon Inn, somewhere in the early morning hours. There were a couple occupants, most of them probably assumed that she was just another drunk that passed out and didn?t make it home. But, frankly, that wasn?t the case.
When her eyes finally opened to the lights of the Inn, the only thing she could do was groan. Every inch of her ached. She could feel her bones threatening to collapse as she tried to push herself upwards. Nope. Wasn?t happening.
?Maybe just one more minute..? She lay back down on the floor. Emerald puddles darted around quickly to see if her attacker was still knocked out. She?d sliced her in her sleep if she had the chance.
Too bad, it would seem that the woman had taken off sometime during the night. She wasn?t even completely sure what happened.. fireballs were being tossed, punches were thrown.. then sometime in the midst of things the ?Bringer of Justice? had collided into Kristia head on, sending them both slamming into the wall. The back of her skull had hit the wall dead-on and Kristia was out like a light. She could only assume that the other woman had suffered the same thing. The proof of that was the fact that Kristia was still breathing. Which also meant.. someone had helped carry her away. Or that she had crawled out. Good. She hoped that the bitch bled to death.
?I have to get up.? She sucked inwards, holding her breath as she put her arms behind her and pushed up. The expression on her face betrayed her pain, those pearly white fangs jutting out and stabbing into her lower lip. She had to concentrate to keep from yelling out. She was sitting up now. At least she had accomplished that much, right? Now it was time to assess the damages.
The place that had gotten the worse of it was her arms. Her sleeves had been completely burnt to crisps, and so had some of her flesh. From her wrists to her shoulders, the porcelain flesh had been replaced by burns. Bright red and tender burns. They had already begun to scab over but were certainly still tender.
Being a Dhampire, she didn?t heal as fast as her vampiric ancestors, but she still healed quickly. What took a mortal a month to heal from, a Dhampire would in a week. These burns would take a week or two to dissipate. The pain, however, Kristia could only hope that it would numb quicker. There is no word to describe the feeling of melted flesh.
She refused to stare at her arms any longer. The sight was disgusting. While she may have appreciated it on someone else, but the disfigurement over her own body upset her. With very slow, gentle movements she raised one arm, her hand on her face. Dried blood and a split lip. A low rumbled growl.. She was going to kill both of them. That woman and that Dragon.
?I?m going to pluck limbs from that woman. One by one.? She was growling, loudly. She didn?t care if people stared. She?d chew them up and spit them out as well. Drawing her legs to her chest, her hands placed on the floor.
Stand up, Kristia. One, two, three.
Counting in her head, she then pushed off the floor and into a stand. She felt her back rip ? the burning sensation not only on her arms but now felt on her back as well. She must have gotten hit back there too, and by standing, she would further irritate the burn and cause it to bleed.
?Motherfuc...? A stream of obscenities flew out, barking at anyone in her way. ?MOVE.? Her whole body was convulsing from the burns but she buckled down and took a step. Then another. The pain pulsed with every movement she made but it didn?t matter. She was determined to leave the Inn and find out exactly what the hell happened and who that woman was.
Her first stop? The Clubhouse.
Kristia woke up, in the middle of the Red Dragon Inn, somewhere in the early morning hours. There were a couple occupants, most of them probably assumed that she was just another drunk that passed out and didn?t make it home. But, frankly, that wasn?t the case.
When her eyes finally opened to the lights of the Inn, the only thing she could do was groan. Every inch of her ached. She could feel her bones threatening to collapse as she tried to push herself upwards. Nope. Wasn?t happening.
?Maybe just one more minute..? She lay back down on the floor. Emerald puddles darted around quickly to see if her attacker was still knocked out. She?d sliced her in her sleep if she had the chance.
Too bad, it would seem that the woman had taken off sometime during the night. She wasn?t even completely sure what happened.. fireballs were being tossed, punches were thrown.. then sometime in the midst of things the ?Bringer of Justice? had collided into Kristia head on, sending them both slamming into the wall. The back of her skull had hit the wall dead-on and Kristia was out like a light. She could only assume that the other woman had suffered the same thing. The proof of that was the fact that Kristia was still breathing. Which also meant.. someone had helped carry her away. Or that she had crawled out. Good. She hoped that the bitch bled to death.
?I have to get up.? She sucked inwards, holding her breath as she put her arms behind her and pushed up. The expression on her face betrayed her pain, those pearly white fangs jutting out and stabbing into her lower lip. She had to concentrate to keep from yelling out. She was sitting up now. At least she had accomplished that much, right? Now it was time to assess the damages.
The place that had gotten the worse of it was her arms. Her sleeves had been completely burnt to crisps, and so had some of her flesh. From her wrists to her shoulders, the porcelain flesh had been replaced by burns. Bright red and tender burns. They had already begun to scab over but were certainly still tender.
Being a Dhampire, she didn?t heal as fast as her vampiric ancestors, but she still healed quickly. What took a mortal a month to heal from, a Dhampire would in a week. These burns would take a week or two to dissipate. The pain, however, Kristia could only hope that it would numb quicker. There is no word to describe the feeling of melted flesh.
She refused to stare at her arms any longer. The sight was disgusting. While she may have appreciated it on someone else, but the disfigurement over her own body upset her. With very slow, gentle movements she raised one arm, her hand on her face. Dried blood and a split lip. A low rumbled growl.. She was going to kill both of them. That woman and that Dragon.
?I?m going to pluck limbs from that woman. One by one.? She was growling, loudly. She didn?t care if people stared. She?d chew them up and spit them out as well. Drawing her legs to her chest, her hands placed on the floor.
Stand up, Kristia. One, two, three.
Counting in her head, she then pushed off the floor and into a stand. She felt her back rip ? the burning sensation not only on her arms but now felt on her back as well. She must have gotten hit back there too, and by standing, she would further irritate the burn and cause it to bleed.
?Motherfuc...? A stream of obscenities flew out, barking at anyone in her way. ?MOVE.? Her whole body was convulsing from the burns but she buckled down and took a step. Then another. The pain pulsed with every movement she made but it didn?t matter. She was determined to leave the Inn and find out exactly what the hell happened and who that woman was.
Her first stop? The Clubhouse.