CHAPTER: 35
Cordelia let out an ear shattering scream as she turned to run into the living room, Xander hot on her heals. As they entered the room, Xander be-lined for the chest nestled by the television. Flipping the lid open, he frantically searched for a suitable weapon that would keep the vampires at arm’s length.
As he searched the trunk, Officer Lambert and Officer Harper, meandered into the room, their pace slow as they watched the frightened teenagers. With a malevolent chuckle, Officer Lambert stalked towards Xander while Officer Harper made his way towards Cordelia who was hiding in the corner behind the armrest of the couch.
Licking his lips, Officer Harper reached out for the quivering female, grabbing her with both hands by the scruff of her shirt. As he lifted Cordelia in the air, he slowly brought her closer to his opened mouth, inflicting as much fear in the young woman as possible. As the smell of rotting flesh assaulted her nostrils, Cordelia frantically looked around her for a weapon. With her right hand, she reached for a lamp nestled on the side table, the tips of her fingers brushing against the pottery. As the tips of the monsters fangs brushed against the soft flesh of her neck, penetrating her skin, Cordelia grabbed a hold of the lamp, smashing it down onto Officer Harper's head.
Falling from the vampires grasp as he clenched his head in pain, Cordelia ran for the foyer, planning on escaping through the open front door. Just as she broke the threshold of the living room, Officer Harper leapt towards the tall brunette, his arms outstretched. With her footing pulled out from under her, Cordelia fell to the floor with a hard thud. Looking behind her, Cordelia noticed Officer Harper lying flat on the floor, blood trickling down his forehead into his eyes as he gripped her left ankle tightly. Flipping the screaming woman over, Officer Harper attempted to climb up Cordelia’s body.
With a sudden release of adrenaline coursing through her body, Cordelia’s acute stress responder kicked into drive, turning her flight response into fight. With her free foot, she started kicking in a downward motion at Officer Harper’s face, causing a gash to appear on the bridge of his nose. After the fourth kick to the vampires face, blood free flowing down his nostrils to his mouth, Officer Harper finally released his hold on her ankle. Scurrying to her feet, Cordelia attempted to race towards the open door, only to stop dead in her tracks when she noticed a large monster standing guard on the front porch surrounded by several other uniformed vampires. Turning back around, she stared up the staircase before shaking her head, every horror movie quickly flashing through her mind of the victim dying after running towards the bedrooms. A final decision in mind, she leapt over the vampire’s prone body, reentering the living room.
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As Officer Lambert stalked closer to Xander, only a few feet away from the boy, Xander spun around, a crucifix clenched tightly in his hand. Rearing backwards, Officer Lambert hissed his disapproval as the young male held up the cross, shaking it in the demons face.
“Back,” Xander shouted, his voice wavering. “Back I say!”
The demon stepped back automatically, the presence of the crucifix causing his skin to tingle. As the demon stood at a distance, Xander started to rotate his body, inching slowly towards his ex-girlfriend. Snarling in aggravation at the minor deterrence, Officer Lambert thrusted his hand out; forcefully hitting Xander in the forearm. As pain radiated through Xander’s arm, he dropped the crucifix to the floor.
With an audible gasp, Xander looked down at his feet where the cross now rested before looking back up into the vampires glistening eyes. Xander gave the vampire a weak smile, before letting out a yelp as Officer Lambert grabbed him by the throat. Gripping his fingers tightly around Xander’s neck, Officer Lambert lifted the brunette into the air before tossing him in a arch over his left shoulder.
Smashing into the coffee table with incredible force, Xander’s back went through the decorative glass, crumpling the table under his weight. Staring up at the ceiling, Xander wheezed in agony as pain radiated through his back where several shards of glass penetrated his skin. Before he could catch his breath, two hands reached over him, gripping his shirt tightly. Before he knew it, Officer Lambert was pulling him off of the demolished coffee table, flinging him through the air towards the far wall.
Xander’s bruised riddled back hit the wall, indenting the drywall, before he crashed to the floor on his stomach. Feebly, Xander attempted to push his body up off of the ground, his inner voice yelling at him to get up.
“I like you kid,”Officer Lambert said as he walked towards the bleeding teenager, his head tilted to the side as he watched Xander struggle to stand upright. “You’ve got moxie.”
“Gee, thanks,” Xander grumbled out sardonically as blood bubbled from his lips, his weakened limbs still straining to push his frame off of the ground.
“Too bad my orders are to kill you,” tisked out the former cop. “You would’ve made a great vampire.”
“Not to sound redundant,” Xander said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, his back resting against the wall as his head lolled backwards, his eyes slowly shutting. “Gee, thanks.”
“Oh well,” remarked Officer Lambert, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning over, he grabbed Xander from under his armpits, pulling the fatigued boy’s body away from the wall, placing him in a standing position. Officer Lambert looked over Xander, the aroma of blood seeping from his wounds assailing the vampire’s sense, causing him to lose focus. As he basked in the scent of Xander blood, he didn’t hear Cordelia creeping up on him until it was too late.
Screaming, Cordelia hefted a side table and swung it sideways like a bat towards the vampire manhandling Xander. The thick wood of the side table smashed into Officer Lambert’s upper back and neck, breaking upon impact. As the vampire collapsed to his hands and knees, Cordelia reached out to Xander, catching him as his knees gave way. Slinging one of Xander’s arms over her shoulders while bracing him around his waist with her other hand, Cordelia urged Xander to the back hallway that led around to the kitchen and to the backdoor. As the duo entered the rear of the kitchen, Cordelia flung open the back door only to be greeted by several awaiting vampires. Slamming the door shut on the heinous beasts standing vigilant in the backyard, Cordelia pivoted herself and Xander around towards the kitchen in search of a weapon.
***
“I’ll get the witch.”
The words reverberated through Tara’s mind as she hastily backed up into the dining room, trying to put distance between herself and the female vampire. Grabbing a chair, she tossed it to the ground to slow down Elizabeth’s advancement. Sprinting around the table, Tara rested with her hands on the back of a chair at the head of the table, keenly watching the vampire to see which direction she would go.
As Elizabeth cantered around the left side of the table, Tara moved with her in the opposite direction. Elizabeth then moved right, running around the table. Counteracting, Tara maneuvered in the opposite direction, making sure to put a table length between them. From her position, Elizabeth gripped the Cherrywood table, her nails digging into the hard wood as she glared down the blonde. Reaching behind her, Tara frantically grabbed ahold of Mrs. Summer’s crystal china, throwing it at the vampire, only occasionally hitting her mark.
Swatting away the dinnerware as it whizzed towards her, Elizabeth grabbed ahold of one of the chairs, tossing it over the table at the blonde. Wide eyed, Tara ducked, the chair narrowly missing her head. Popping up, Tara noticed Elizabeth once again running around the table, causing her to run as well. The duo kept this up for several moments, the distance never closing as Tara continued to keep pace with the vampire. Growing frustrated, a deep growl erupted from Elizabeth’s throat before she slammed down her clenched fists on the table.
“I’m done playing games,” she roared as she leaped on top of the table in one single bound, her leather cladded feet splintering the wood beneath her. Rushing forward, Elizabeth dove for the blonde, knocking them both to the ground as she speared the witch in the stomach.
With the much stronger vampire on top of her, her hands pinned above her head by the wrists, Tara looked up in fear at the glistening eyes glowering down at her. In a feeble attempt, Tara struggled to dislodge Elizabeth from on top of her, her torso wiggling as she kicked her feet. Petrified, Tara started mumbling words under her breath, pleading with any deity listening to provide her the strength to muster up a spell. As her blood started boiling hot with borrowed power, Tara shouted out the only spell that came to mind.
“Rursus,” Tara shouted, using the Latin word for ‘back’. With wide eyes, she watched in amazement as Elizabeth shot backwards, smashing into the table. With the vampire momentarily disabled, Tara flipped over onto her stomach, quickly pushing herself up off of the floor. Racing forward, Tara sprinted into the kitchen where she found Cordelia rummaging through a drawer as she struggled to hold Xander upright.
“Cordelia, the door,” Tara shouted as she ran towards the backdoor.
“No don’t!” Hollered Cordelia as she spun around, a large butcher knife grasped firmly in her hands. “They’re out there.”
Peering through the glass window pain in the center of the door, Tara counted at least three vampires. Before she could formulate a plan, Officer Lambert and Officer Harper’s disheveled bodies fumbled through the side entrance to the kitchen. Looking behind her, she also noticed Elizabeth slowly getting to her feet, pieces of splintered wood falling away from her shoulders.
Holding out her hands, palms facing the two approaching male vampires, Tara repeated the Latin word used on Elizabeth. As the two demons were tossed backwards, Tara rushed over to Cordelia, placing an arm around Xander’s waist to help support his weight. “The basement,” Tara said briskly as she started ushering them to the closed door.
Flinging the door open, Tara motioned for Cordelia to head down the steps with Xander. Just as she was about to slam the door shut, Elizabeth jutted out her hand, the tips of her fingers catching in the door as she gripped the frame. Tugging on the handle, Tara put all of her weight into keeping the door shut.
Blood started to seep down the doorframe from where the door sliced into Elizabeth’s knuckles as she struggled to open the thick fire resident door. After several agonizingly long moments, Tara watched as Elizabeth pulled her fingers back out of the door, the skin around the first two knuckles peeling away. With all of her weight pulling backwards to keep the door shut, Tara hollered down the steps to Cordelia to find something to help keep the door secured.
Cordelia desperately searched the basement for something to jam under the doorknob. As she ran over to the steal shelf adorning one wall, making sure not to cross into Willow or Spike’s space, she pulled down several two by fours. Scanning her eyes over the shelf, she located a hammer and a box full of nails. Sprinting back up the staircase, she lifted a board over Tara’s shoulders, slamming it sideways across the door. From the other side of the door, they could hear the vampires pounding on the wood, shouting out idle threats. Pulling out several nails with a trembling hand, Cordelia began hammering the two by four in place to the doorframe. After positioning several pieces of wood in a crisscrossing pattern with more nails then normally necessary, Cordelia indicated to Tara to release the doorknob.
The pair then ran down the stairs, stopping at the cot Xander was sitting on, trying to regain his strength. As the pounding on the door became more intense, Willow and Spike started hollering at their captives to be released. Ignoring the two vampires, Tara searched the room for a way out, spotting several boarded up windows inches from the ceiling. With the windows too far out of her reach, Tara started dragging miscellaneous items to the wall, trying to make a makeshift ladder.
“You can’t leave us here like this,” claimed Spike as he struggled against his chains, his muscles bulging as he attempted to snap the thick metal. As he thrashed, the four inch bolts fastened to the wall started to loosen. “They’ll kill us too!”
Ignoring the pleas of the bleach blonde vampire, Tara grabbed ahold of a dusty air conditioner, pushing it with all of her might across the basement. As the bulky hunk of metal screeched across the cement floor, leaving streaks of white in its wake, the demons at the top of the stairs continued to pound on the door fanatically. Settling the air conditioner up against the wall, Tara rushed to the other side of the room in search of another item to add to the ever growing pile.
From the kitchen, Elizabeth stood behind Lambert and Harper as they aggressively slammed their fist into the fireproof door, barely making a dent. Flaring her nostrils in aggravation, Elizabeth turned on her heals and marched towards the back door. Leaning her torso out the door, Elizabeth scanned the backyard, taking in the sight of several vampires waiting at her beck and call.
“Get me Garavito,” Elizabeth shouted towards her minions, her protruding bow furrowing together.
As the enormous demon came lumbering forwards, his large feet bowing the steps as he ascended them, Elizabeth looked at him with menacing eyes. “Get inside,” she ordered as she too retreated back into the house, heading towards the basement door. “These two imbeciels can’t seem to break the door down, so I want you to do it.”
“With pleasure,” spat out the demon, his voice sounding gravelly. Pushing the two vampires aside, the Hemlock demon began pounding into the resilient door with all of his might. On the third blow, his fist broke through the barrier, creating a soccer ball size hole in the center of the door. Reaching through the hole, the demon blindly fumbled for the object keeping the door in place.
Just as she was about to pull down a large Tupperware container from off of the steal shelf to add to her pile of air conditioner and wood pallets, Xander called out to her. Turning around to look at the brunette, Xander pointed up the staircase where Cordelia was standing guard, his hand trembling in fear as he watched a yellowish fist penetrate through the closed door.
As the demons hand reemerged through the door, fumbling for the pieces of wood in an attempt to dislodge them, Cordelia plunged the knife downwards into the meaty flesh, slashing the monsters forearm from elbow to wrist.
Hissing in pain, the Hemlock demon yanked his hand back out of the door, his right arm gushing blue blood as he waved it around wildly. Rolling her eyes upwards, Elizabeth grunted in frustration at yet another one of her minion’s lack of competence. Shoving the injured Hemlock out of her way, Elizabeth peered through the hole, snarling her distaste at the woman on the other side of the door.
“Pray I don’t get through,” Elizabeth growled out just before she started kicking the door, her boot connecting just below the doorknob.
As the door started to shake with the force of the vampire’s blows, Cordelia descended down the staircase, her eyes wide in panic. Reaching the cot, she handed the knife over to Xander before gripping him around the waste to hoist him up. “We have to help Tara,” she said, fear evident in her voice. “They’re about to break the door down.”
In a cool, collective tone, Willow called out to the frantic teenagers, her head lolling from side to side as she watched them scramble around the room looking for protection. “Let us go and we’ll help you.”
“Yeah, cause you’ve been so trustworthy,” Cordelia said offhandedly as she continued to lead Xander towards the witch.
“They’re going to be down here any minutes,” Willow replied dryly. “We’re your only chance at survival.”
From her perch on top of the makeshift ladder, her fingers deftly trying to pry the nailed in plywood from off of the window, Tara looked down at the fuming redhead. A thought quickly entered her mind, one she momentarily pondered over before casting the though aside. Shaking her head, she returned back to the task at hand, dislodging a section of the plywood from the window.
“You know it’s true,” bellowed Spike. “You lot are as good as dead without our help. Slow and painfully while damning us as well.”
As the vampire’s words sank in, Xander stopped the brunettes persistent tugging, twirling Cordelia so that she was standing in front of him. With sorrowful eyes, he scanned his ex-girlfriends face, taking in her features. Reaching his hand up, he tenderly brushed his fingers across Cordelia’s cheek, giving her a sad smile that barely lifted the corners of his lips. Leaning forward, he abruptly captured the cheerleader’s lips, his mouth slowly moving over hers as he tried to convey his adoration for the other woman.
Pulling back, Cordelia looked up at Xander’s crestfallen face, noticing tears welling up in his eyes. Reaching up, she gently whipped away a tear drop with her thumb. Grasping Cordelia’s wrist, stopping her gentle caress against his cheek, Xander pulled her hand back, placing a feather light kiss on her palm.
“Xander,” his name coming out more as a question then a statement as she watched him kiss her palm.
“I love you Cordy,” he said in a regretful tone as he released his grip on her arm. “I wish I told you that sooner… but I just needed you to know.”
“Xander …” she repeated, her eyes welling up with their own tears as she leant forward to capture her ex-boyfriends lips.
Smiling against the other woman’s mouth, Xander leaned back slightly, re-positioning his forehead to rest against the slightly shorter woman’s. As their eyes meet once more, Xander lifted his left hand to tenderly clasp Cordelia’s jaw. “I’m sorry,” he said in a near whisper.
Before Cordelia had a chance to respond, Xander struck the woman in the temple with the butt of the butcher knife, rendering her unconscious. As Cordelia slumped into his chest, Xander tossed the knife to the ground. Wrapping his arms around the insentient woman, Xander dragged her behind the staircase. Placing her prone body as gently as possible to the ground, Xander reached for the dryer door. Popping open the door, he gingerly picked up Cordelia and shoved her none too gently into the machine. With one final look at the woman he loved, Xander closed the door, making sure that it was only open a crack to allow air to flow through.
Returning back to the middle of the room, Xander bent down to retrieve the discarded knife. Looking over at the blonde who was standing on the pile of junk, he watched as she struggled to remove the remainder of the plywood from the storm window. Running to her aid, Xander climbed up the improvised ladder, his footing slipping occasionally as the stack of miscellaneous items shifted under his added weight. Coming to stand beside the blonde, Xander gave her a demure look before positioning the butcher’s knife under the plywood in an attempt to pry out the nails. Just as he was about to remove another nail, the door at the top of the staircase busted open, splintered pieces of wood flying in all directions.
Without hesitation, Officer Lambert and Harper bounded down the stairs, the Hemlock demon right behind them as Elizabeth brought up the rear. Splitting off, Officer Lambert and Harper headed towards the teens while the Hemlock demon b-lined towards Spike. Rushing forward, Lambert gripped the back of Xander’s shirt, pulling him down from off of the pallets. With the boy now at eye level, Lambert re-positioned his grip on Xander’s clothing, tossing him across the room. Landing hard on his right shoulder, Xander rolled several times before coming to a halt at the base of the staircase, his head smacking the bottom step.
As Lambert tossed Xander across the room, Harper reached up, grabbing a hold of Tara’s ankles. With a twist of his body, he pulled the blonde’s feet out from under her, causing her to crash down on the pile of pallets. Gasping in pain, Tara looked over at the beaming vampire, her eyes wide in fright as he slowly leaned towards her neck. Reaching blindly with her hands, Tara grabbed ahold of a splintered piece of wood that broke free when she slammed down onto the pallets. Panic-stricken, Tara stabbed the hunk of wood into the vampire’s neck, the makeshift stake penetrating deep into his flesh, causing the vampire to lurch back.
Ripping the hunk of wood out of his neck, Harper looked at the blood stained object before carelessly tossing it aside. With a malicious snarl, Harper grabbed the lapels of the leather jacket Tara was wearing, hefting her up off of the shattered pallets and tossing her sideways into the nearest wall. As Harper stalked towards the blonde, she scrambled backwards on her hands and the balls of her feet, stopping only when her back was pressed up against the cold wall. Lifting her hands, Tara aimed her palms at the advancing vampire, her lips barely moving as she recanted a spell, Lambert halting his movements as he stared at her curiously. As the final word left her mouth, Tara looked first at her hands before switching her gaze to Harper and then back to her hands. Befuddled by the spell failing, Tara once again attempted the incantation, her gaze focused on the creature of the night as a knowing smirk graced his face.
With a cocky canter, Harper sauntered towards the weakened witch, a low grumble trickling from his throat. Squatting down, so that he was positioned in front of Tara, his forearm resting on his knees, Harper arrogantly stared into the woman’s tear stained eyes. “Foolish woman,” his voice low and ominous, “You’re powers are tapped. Nothing left to give.” Slowly lifting his hand, Harper reached out for Tara’s face halting her speech, the tips of his fingers, surprisingly delicate, brushed her cheek. “Stop fighting, your life is...” The feeling of a cold, tapered hand reaching around his neck, squeezing down on his jugular, stopped his line of speech. Looking upwards at the body looming over him; starting first at the figures navel, bypassing a well-toned arm, Harper’s eyes widened in realization as he took in the individual before him.
“Mine,” came the eerily monotone voice as the hand around his throat clenched tighter.
Gurgling, his vocal cords pinched due to the tight grip around his throat, Harper looked up into penetratingly dark green eyes. With the briefest of movements, Harper wiggled his head up and down, signaling his understanding.
Pulling the vampire to his feet, Willow spun him around, slamming his back into the wall she was chained to. Looking down at the trembling woman huddled in on herself, blue eyes meeting green, Willow gave Tara a sinister smirk before returning her attention back to Harper. With the same eerie smile, Willow tilted the other vampire’s neck up, never removing her hand from his throat. Without a word, Willow jerked the males head forward, before shoving back, Harper's cranium striking violently into the cement wall.
With her free hand, Willow wiggled her left thumb in front of Harper's face, a teasing cackle echoing behind her closed teeth. Slowly, she shifted her thumb over Harper’s right eye, gingerly adding pressure. As the vampire started to whimper in pain, his hands shot up to grip the arm holding his neck, frantically trying to pry away the appendage wrapped around his neck. With the sensation of euphoria coursing through her body, Willow plunged her finger deeper into Harper’s eye, the globular organ popping under the pressure, releasing a water like substance.
Removing his hands from the arm pinning him to the wall, Harper frantically clawed at the hand blinding him. With dagger like fingernails sinking into the flesh of her left hand, Willow removed her right hand from around Harper’s neck, bringing it up to mimic her previous actions. With both thumbs penetrating deep into Harper’s eye sockets, Willow wiggled her opposable digits around inside of the screaming demons skull. Growing tired of her game, the vampire’s screams of agony no longer bringing her pleasure, Willow wrapped the remainder of her fingers around the base of Harper’s skull, sinking deep into the skin at the nape of his neck.
Looking down once more at the blonde, making sure she was watching the unfolding scene, Willow gave her a toothy grin before yanking her hands apart. With an audible gasp, Tara watched as the redhead split the other vampires head in two, his brain spilling out of the demolished skull. Before Harper’s brain reached the floor, the vampire bursted into dust. Nonchalantly, Willow brushed the center of her chest, wiping away some of the vampires ashes, a bored expression on her face as she did so. Satisfied, Willow turned her attention back to the woman cowering on the floor, her knees clenched tightly to her chest. Reaching down her hand, her fingers still glistening with the lubricant of the eyeball, Willow waited for the blonde to accept her offer.
Without a plausible escape route, Tara gingerly placed her hand in the vampires, grimacing slightly as the powerful woman yanked her to her feet. Now eye-level with the soulless monster, Tara blinked rapidly as Willow slowly shifted her head from side to side, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Releasing her grasp on the human’s hand, Willow looked sidelong at the wall restraints before shifting her eyes back to the blue ones looking at her in horror.
“Release us,” Willow said calmly, her gaze never wavering. “Or next time you might not be so lucky.”
With trepidation, her voice quivering, “I don’t have the key,” she slowly stated. As soon as the words left her mouth, Tara clenched her eyelids shut in anticipation of retaliation, her body coiling in on itself. After several agonizing seconds, the dreaded retaliation unforthcoming, Tara peeked one eye open. Straightening out her posture, Tara took in the vampire’s blank expression, unsure what to make of it. Shuffling her feet, Tara hastily moved away from the displeased vampire as the redhead briskly turned around and started tugging on her chains once more.
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“Bugger,” grumbled out Spike as he watched the Hemlock demon barrel towards him.
A cocky smile graced Elizabeth’s features as she sauntered behind the Hemlock demon towards her blood kin.
“Now this is a sad sight to see,” tisked Elizabeth as she took in the chained up vampire. “The world renown William the Bloody tied up like a common house pet.”
“This house pet still bites love,” snarled Spike, his body coiling like a spring as he positioned himself into a fighting stance. Scoffing, a genuine smile graced Elizabeth’s lips. “Not for long.” Snapping her fingers at the Hemlock, she pointed at the bleach blonde vampire, indicating to the demon to continue his advancement. She watched briefly as the large demon quickly won the upper hand, repeatedly punching the cocky vampire in the face; bruises rapidly appearing around his left eye socket.
With a satisfied smile, Elizabeth turned away, her attention landing on Willow. The young vampire had both of her feet pressed against the wall, one of the chains wrapped around her wrist as she pulled with all of her strength to dislodge it from its cement encasing. Morphing back into her demonic visage, Elizabeth approached the much younger vampire.
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With lumbering steps, Lambert approached the nearly unconscious male flailed out on the floor. Gripping the boy by his hair, the vampire dragged the teenager into the center of the room. Letting go, Lambert slowly circled the prone figure on the floor, basking in his handy work. Coming to a complete 360, Lambert stopped his movements by Xander’s face. Nudging the boy’s forehead with the tip of his shoe, Lambert checked for cognizance. Dismayed at the lack of response, Lambert took a step back, preparing to stomp down on the boy’s neck.
As Lambert lifted his right foot in the air, steadying himself for the blow, Xander quickly jutted his arm upwards before thrusting down; the already bloody piece of wood clenched in his grip impaling the vampire’s left foot. Taking the distraction to his advantage, Xander lunged for the butcher knife he had dropped upon impact with the floor. As he reached the knife that lay only a few feet away, Xander clambered to his feet just as Lambert pulled the chunk of wood out of his shoe, chucking it to the ground.
Limping over to Xander, the vampire jumped back in surprise as the scuffed up teenager swung the knife wildly in the air. As Xander continued to desperately slash at the air, Lambert stepped back, making sure to keep a safe distance between himself and the teen as he continued to follow the tip of the blade. As Xander slashed downwards from a high arch, trying to cut the former cop across the chest, Lambert brought his arms up in a self-defense maneuver he was taught while on the force. Seizing Xander’s arm, Lambert let out an amuse scoff. “You have heart kid,” he croaked out before pit maneuvering under the teenager’s hoisted arm, twisting his wrist around in the process and plunging the knife deep into Xander’s stomach. As the knife glided through his flesh, deep into his internal organs, Xander’s eyes widened with shock and pain as he looked down at the handle of the knife protruding from his body. “To bad it’s gonna stop beating soon.” With an added thrust for good measure, Lambert sank the knife deeper, twisting the blade to cause maximum damage.
Releasing his hold, Lambert watched as the boy first dropped to his knees before falling over sideways, a steady stream of blood rapidly spreading across his grey shirt as it turned the cotton a darker shade, before it started to puddle on the floor around him. Leaving the boy to slowly bleed out, Lambert made his way over to the Hemlock demon that was currently losing the battle with the bleach blonde vampire.
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QUESTION TO ANY/ALL READERS, SHOULD XANDER LIVE OR DIE? I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT ENDINGS FOR HOW THE XANDER'S STORY LINE PANS OUT. FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED!
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