Project Lorraine Chapter # 30: Rogue Bane.
"Little Sapling ?"
The tone alone could start a fight.
I spun to a defensive stance, "Who wants to know ?"
A naked Vamp stepped from the shadowed cross-passage. He was alone. His expression was some-where between snarl and sneer. The blotchy pink on his right arm told me this was 3rd Nub.
"Time to die, Little Sapling !"
"Too kind !" I grinned, yelled, "HELP !"
He flinched from my bellow, hesitated, Glamoured up. Our eyes met. His widened with surprise.
"Boo !" I smiled.
He Rushed me.
I can't out-react a Vamp any more than I'd out-run a lion. But I can anticipate. I stepped into the charge, raising an arm as if for a feeble block. Then I fell back, slapped down, a leg rising. He ran on to it, swan-dived across me, struck the wall hard.
That crash would stun most HomoSaps, but HomoVamps are tough. He picked himself up, shook his head, spat blood and teeth. I grinned. If he'd read the Greek Classics, he would have known to swallow that evidence, lest it encourage me.
"HELP !" I yelled again, improving my long-term chances, but reminding him. He turned, blinked at me like a boxer who'd taken a slow count, "No tricks this time, Sapling..."
He came at me slower. I feinted, caught at his arm, twisted and pulled. He went over my hip and landed heavily.
"HELP !" I yelled, "HELP !"
He got to his knees, shook blood from his face, stood, "Nowhere to hide now..."
"HELP !" I yelled.
He took one step, two, flew at me. I parried his first strike at my throat, blocked a flurry of slashing blows. He recoiled, "Why don't you bleed ?"
"HELLLLP !"
"I will tear out your tongue !" He snarled, grappled. He clawed at my back, bit at my face. I had my hands up. I clung to his face, held his jaws away. He was trying to push me off balance, but I'd a wall to my back. He brought up a knee, thudded into my 'box'. We danced. I got a heel behind his.
We went down hard, him first. No time for holds. My fore-arm dropped my weight across his throat. He gagged. We struggled. He flailed. His left hand crossed my face, clawed at my eyes. I bit it, clamped down for my life. He howled as my fake fangs hit, instincts expecting venom that I lacked.
I had one more trick. He was nude. I had his left hand, if briefly. I caught at his right with my left. I pinned his legs open with mine for a long moment. I jammed my right hand into his genital slit and clawed upwards. He shrieked, convulsed. It threw me off. He staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his face, his hand, his crotch. He took an unsteady step towards my heap, hesitated, stumbled back into the shadowed cross-passage.
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FWIW, these Vampires don't transmogrifly. Chris is human, but disguised as a HomoVamp for 'cultural immersion' during a 'student exchange'. His body-suit is stab-resistant...