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Sarah had the music up pretty loud as she pranced around the kitchen in a tank-top and boy shorts. Wyatt was out working, but would be home within a few hours. She wanted to do something special and so decided to cook him a tasty dinner. Spaghetti noodles boiled in a pan and she was busy mixing the sauce in a blender.
The door opened without so much as a click. Levi had been watching, and when the foolish man had left, he waited to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything. He slipped in, and as it closed behind him, again silently, and he moved towards her with a sadistic grin in place and a fist aimed for her side. "Honey, I'm home."
For a second, she thought Wyatt had come back. But as she turned, her mind registered the voice. By that point, it was too late to retaliate. Sarah began to shrink away from Levi, taken aback by this impromptu, unexpected visit.
As his fist connected with her side, he grinned. "This is almost too easy." He looked down upon her, fangs exposed in his near-manic grin, and eyes glinting through a black mass of hair.
Sarah yelped in pain. This couldn't be happening. How could she get away? Wild, terrified eyes searched the counter tops as she crashed against them. Just as she fell away, slumping to the the floor, she managed to grab up the knife she'd used to slice the tomatoes. Grunting in pain, Sarah lunged forward on her knees, jabbing the knife into Levi's thigh. She then maneuvered a spin so that her legs caught his ankle in hopes of bringing him crashing to the floor. Holding her side, Sarah tried to escape out into the living room so she could get out of the apartment.
He gritted his teeth and let out a somewhat feral cry as she stabbed him, and he smashed face-first into the floor, blood from his nose now joining that from his thigh. It was with a pained and blackened cackle that he shot out an arm and wrapped one crushing hand around her ankle, and gave a yank that would quite possibly have brought down a bull moose. There were times that vampirism was superior, like right now.
The door was within her sights, but before she could even crawl all the way around the cupboards and into the living room, she heard a sickening crunch of bones and felt the fiery pain shoot up her leg. A blood-curdling scream echoed in the tiny kitchen as she was yanked back, vision swimming as the pain radiated throughout her entire body. Sarah flipped onto her back and kicked at Levi's face with her barefoot in hopes of distracting him long enough to release her. "You bastard! Why are you doing this?" Her angered words were mixed with doses of pain. Pointed canines were barred, pupils narrowed into her true cat's eye form.
His hand pulled on her leg as he simultaneously scrambled up, taking a foot to the face and falteringly releasing her before a stomp was delivered to her left-side lower back. "Because you took my life," His nose was quite broken, but he mixed a frown with a sneer through the cascading blood down at her. "a damn nice one," his hand shot forward for her neck. "and ripped it apart, you worthless bitch!" He flung her towards a wall. Away from the door.
The kidney shot halted any chance she had at getting away when he released her. Her back arched in pain and Sarah struggled to take in a breath. Everything had happened so suddenly. If this fight had been against anyone else, she could have won easily... but his superior strength gave him the edge she didn't have. "I didn't take it away!" She snarled, then gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body whipped through the air and slammed into the wall. She slumped to the floor and lay motionless, whimpering softly. The back of her head oozed blood; it trickled down the back of her neck and was smeared along the wall.
"How delicious." He pulled the knife from his thigh with gritted teeth and a grunt, and licked his own blood from the blade before jamming it into the wall. He stalked towards her, a rather noticeable limp marring his stride, and reset his nose with a sickening crack. As he approached her, he knelt down and drew a finger across the smear upon the wall. He licked the blood from it and a low, throaty chuckle escaped his ashen lips. "Still bittersweet, Mack." Then, rather mercilessly, he grabbed her by nearly all of her hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked her over, and spoke in a way reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. Even as a whisper. "Do you ever miss it?" He then pull/shoved her at the coffee table's general area, watching her with the eyes of a truly sick being.
Green cats eyes watched in horror as he drew near. Sarah flailed helplessly in her attempts to get away, but he reached her in a few quick strides. "Stop... this won't fix anything." She attempted to reason with him.. in hopes that he'd somehow acquired a heart. The pull on her hair was her answer. Balled fists beat against his chest as he drew her to her feet and she stumbled away as he shoved her. The searing pain in her ankle was only tolerable for a few seconds before she cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor. Her upper body smashed against the coffee table, lower jaw catching the edge and ripping open her lip. As she rolled onto the carpet, she began to cry. He was going to kill her. She mouthed Wyatt's name as she silently sobbed.
He started to laugh as she cried. Such a perfect sight. "Now, it's time to bring this to an end." He moved forward, and read her lips with the ease of a supernatural being. "He won't be coming back for a good, long while. And when he does," Levi kneeled down beside Mack's face, blood from his nose dripping onto her forehead, "he'll find you dead, and less than a trace of my passing." His hand curled once again into her hair, and his lips pulled into a truly maniacal sneer. "But as I've said, there's still a good, long while before that." His free hand moved to her shirt, and tore viciously at the fabric. "So we've time enough to take a stroll down memory lane." He was, undeniably, purely evil.
The confirmation that Wyatt wouldn't be returning for a long time only made her cry harder. Was her chance at happiness really being ripped away so suddenly? She lay silently on the floor, body twitching in pain as he knelt over her. Sarah's pain receptors began to sensitize and she began hoping for a swift death and that the Watch would find her body before Wyatt did.
Terror flooded her being when she realized that her death wasn't going to be soon. "No!" She screamed and with renewed strength began to beat at Levi's chest with one hand and cover her chest with the other. "Stop it! Just kill me," she begged. Sarah flailed, ignoring the pain her movement caused in vain attempts to throw him off her. Levi was just too strong. Sarah gave in to her helplessness when he broke two of her fingers and she lay there, screaming Wyatt's name.
Sarah had the music up pretty loud as she pranced around the kitchen in a tank-top and boy shorts. Wyatt was out working, but would be home within a few hours. She wanted to do something special and so decided to cook him a tasty dinner. Spaghetti noodles boiled in a pan and she was busy mixing the sauce in a blender.
The door opened without so much as a click. Levi had been watching, and when the foolish man had left, he waited to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything. He slipped in, and as it closed behind him, again silently, and he moved towards her with a sadistic grin in place and a fist aimed for her side. "Honey, I'm home."
For a second, she thought Wyatt had come back. But as she turned, her mind registered the voice. By that point, it was too late to retaliate. Sarah began to shrink away from Levi, taken aback by this impromptu, unexpected visit.
As his fist connected with her side, he grinned. "This is almost too easy." He looked down upon her, fangs exposed in his near-manic grin, and eyes glinting through a black mass of hair.
Sarah yelped in pain. This couldn't be happening. How could she get away? Wild, terrified eyes searched the counter tops as she crashed against them. Just as she fell away, slumping to the the floor, she managed to grab up the knife she'd used to slice the tomatoes. Grunting in pain, Sarah lunged forward on her knees, jabbing the knife into Levi's thigh. She then maneuvered a spin so that her legs caught his ankle in hopes of bringing him crashing to the floor. Holding her side, Sarah tried to escape out into the living room so she could get out of the apartment.
He gritted his teeth and let out a somewhat feral cry as she stabbed him, and he smashed face-first into the floor, blood from his nose now joining that from his thigh. It was with a pained and blackened cackle that he shot out an arm and wrapped one crushing hand around her ankle, and gave a yank that would quite possibly have brought down a bull moose. There were times that vampirism was superior, like right now.
The door was within her sights, but before she could even crawl all the way around the cupboards and into the living room, she heard a sickening crunch of bones and felt the fiery pain shoot up her leg. A blood-curdling scream echoed in the tiny kitchen as she was yanked back, vision swimming as the pain radiated throughout her entire body. Sarah flipped onto her back and kicked at Levi's face with her barefoot in hopes of distracting him long enough to release her. "You bastard! Why are you doing this?" Her angered words were mixed with doses of pain. Pointed canines were barred, pupils narrowed into her true cat's eye form.
His hand pulled on her leg as he simultaneously scrambled up, taking a foot to the face and falteringly releasing her before a stomp was delivered to her left-side lower back. "Because you took my life," His nose was quite broken, but he mixed a frown with a sneer through the cascading blood down at her. "a damn nice one," his hand shot forward for her neck. "and ripped it apart, you worthless bitch!" He flung her towards a wall. Away from the door.
The kidney shot halted any chance she had at getting away when he released her. Her back arched in pain and Sarah struggled to take in a breath. Everything had happened so suddenly. If this fight had been against anyone else, she could have won easily... but his superior strength gave him the edge she didn't have. "I didn't take it away!" She snarled, then gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body whipped through the air and slammed into the wall. She slumped to the floor and lay motionless, whimpering softly. The back of her head oozed blood; it trickled down the back of her neck and was smeared along the wall.
"How delicious." He pulled the knife from his thigh with gritted teeth and a grunt, and licked his own blood from the blade before jamming it into the wall. He stalked towards her, a rather noticeable limp marring his stride, and reset his nose with a sickening crack. As he approached her, he knelt down and drew a finger across the smear upon the wall. He licked the blood from it and a low, throaty chuckle escaped his ashen lips. "Still bittersweet, Mack." Then, rather mercilessly, he grabbed her by nearly all of her hair and pulled her to her feet. He looked her over, and spoke in a way reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard. Even as a whisper. "Do you ever miss it?" He then pull/shoved her at the coffee table's general area, watching her with the eyes of a truly sick being.
Green cats eyes watched in horror as he drew near. Sarah flailed helplessly in her attempts to get away, but he reached her in a few quick strides. "Stop... this won't fix anything." She attempted to reason with him.. in hopes that he'd somehow acquired a heart. The pull on her hair was her answer. Balled fists beat against his chest as he drew her to her feet and she stumbled away as he shoved her. The searing pain in her ankle was only tolerable for a few seconds before she cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor. Her upper body smashed against the coffee table, lower jaw catching the edge and ripping open her lip. As she rolled onto the carpet, she began to cry. He was going to kill her. She mouthed Wyatt's name as she silently sobbed.
He started to laugh as she cried. Such a perfect sight. "Now, it's time to bring this to an end." He moved forward, and read her lips with the ease of a supernatural being. "He won't be coming back for a good, long while. And when he does," Levi kneeled down beside Mack's face, blood from his nose dripping onto her forehead, "he'll find you dead, and less than a trace of my passing." His hand curled once again into her hair, and his lips pulled into a truly maniacal sneer. "But as I've said, there's still a good, long while before that." His free hand moved to her shirt, and tore viciously at the fabric. "So we've time enough to take a stroll down memory lane." He was, undeniably, purely evil.
The confirmation that Wyatt wouldn't be returning for a long time only made her cry harder. Was her chance at happiness really being ripped away so suddenly? She lay silently on the floor, body twitching in pain as he knelt over her. Sarah's pain receptors began to sensitize and she began hoping for a swift death and that the Watch would find her body before Wyatt did.
Terror flooded her being when she realized that her death wasn't going to be soon. "No!" She screamed and with renewed strength began to beat at Levi's chest with one hand and cover her chest with the other. "Stop it! Just kill me," she begged. Sarah flailed, ignoring the pain her movement caused in vain attempts to throw him off her. Levi was just too strong. Sarah gave in to her helplessness when he broke two of her fingers and she lay there, screaming Wyatt's name.