I'm Only Undead - Chapter 11

The window suddenly imploded as monsterous figures leapt into the room, baring their shiny white fangs.  It was clear that these two were aching for a kill, and Elle had a feeling that the kill is question would be her if things didn't go well.  Letting out a high shriek she immediately pulled down her shirt.  Funny how that was her first action, wasn't it?  "Sylar!"  She latched onto his arm, clearly looking towards the rugged vampire to protect her.  Immediately one vampire moved in the blink of an eye and attacked Sylar, scratching him across the face as another backhanded Elle so ferociously that she flew away from him and off the bed against the wall.  A big black bruise was already developing on her cheek as the area filled with internal blood.  Her heart was pumping now, the two predators elated as they realized this.

Sylar's head whipped over to see two vampires leap in, this pair he didn't know, high on blood and looking for more. His right hand was sort of caught under her shirt still, and as he lay on his left side, he was unable to defend against the scratching, making him growl. Freeing his hands, he made a fist and slammed it into the vampire's chest, making his cough up lungfuls of blood. The other, younger vampire licked his lips of the blood, heedless that it was his own. Meanwhile, Elle was picked up by the other undead man, thrown over his shoulder, really, as he jumped out the window and began to escape. Sylar snarled, making a leap to the window himself after them, but the move was anticipated. The other vampire grabbed onto his ankle and yanked him off balance to smack his head against the window as he fell to the ground. Grunting in pain, Sylar shook his head, feeling warmer blood coating half his face and skull, part of his ear nearly cut through. The attacker just laughed, moving in to kick at Sylar's groin, perhaps as a mocking shot for seeing him like that with a human. Sylar quickly snapped his legs shut, twisting his body and using his legs as pincers, flipped the younger face down on the ground. Moving over him, Sylar knelt on his back, feeling bones crunch and pop, more blood spurting from his victim's mouth, meanwhile pounding fists into ribs and spine and shoulders.

Elle's screaming was frantic as she shrieked out for help.  "SYLAR!  SYLAR!"  She screamed out, kicking her legs freely as the male vampire carried her up off of the ground.  Tears were streaming down her face as he gave a laugh of pure evil.  Off into the woods they went, piling through all of the vegetation.  Before she knew what was happening the vampire slammed her roughly up against a tree, a sharp pain radiating through her back.  Elle could barely make out his face in the darkness, but she did manage to make out those fangs.  The creature smiled and started leaning in towards her neck as she let loose a shrill scream.

Sylar could hear her, her screams getting fainter as she was carried off. Fuck this! He'd been getting busy, or trying to get busy, with her! Why'd they have to come interrupt? Bracing a knee to the fallen man's back, he gripped an arm, wrenching and twisting with grotesque pops and wet snaps of ligament, bone, and muscle as the limb finally tore off, the one armed vampire below him screaming bloody murder the entire time. Sylar slammed his elbow down on the back of the man's head, clacking his face, specifically his chin down to the floor, applying pressure until his jaw broke with another loud, disgusting pop, the screaming continuing but with less clarity. Snarling the whole while, the elder vampire was reaching for the other still attached arm when he heard her noises go funny. That was not a good sound. Jumping up off the writhing bloody mess of flesh that was the former attacker, he darted out the window, quickly smelling her out along with a fouler smell that he knew to be the vampire kidnapping her. Seeing their outlines perfectly in the dark, he ran at the other's back with a solid blow to his temple, knocking his head (and teeth) away from her with a roar.

The vampire didn't even get a chance to touch her with his fangs, though he was dangerously close before he was knocked away from her.  Elle gasped as she saw Sylar, almost hyperventilating.  For a moment there, she didn't think he'd be able to rescue her in time.  She'd be sure to have more faith in Sylar next time.  "Oh god… ," her heart was pounding and she stayed still against the tree.  The vampire who was attacked turned around to face him quickly, before lunging towards him.

Again, his fist raised before cracking down on the vampire's skull, dazing him and sending him down to the ground. This didn't keep him down long; however, as Sylar knew it wouldn't, and backed away to protect his legs, an automatic weak spot. The younger vampire rushed him again, this time as a flying tackle, Sylar's own back connecting, hard, with a nearby tree; expelling the air from his lungs. The attacker went for his throat, intent on biting, and possibly eating him, and if he succeeded, Sylar had little chance of winning. Barely managing to raise a forearm at the swiftness of the druggie's motion, the vampire was self-clotheslined on his arm, gagging slightly. The youngster punched up into Sylar's floating ribs while the pinned vampire raised a knee to his foe's groin making a solid, highly painful connection as the slathering madman's pressure loosened from his attack on Sylar's throat.

Wham!  Just like that, Elle made swift contact with the side of the foe vampire's head with use of a durable, thick broken tree branch.  The vampire was knocked off of him and she jammed the wood into the vampire's chest and inevitably into his heart.  The vampire writhed on the ground for a bit bleeding out from every pore of his body before the solid material that composed him blackened.  His skin shrank revealing the definition of his skull as his muscles withered, eventually all that was left was dust and blood.   Screaming and crying was cute for a few seconds, but she wasn't the type to go out without some kind of fight nor could she sit by and watch.  Sylar saved her, and it was her turn to save him, though he didn't look like he needed any.  Still though, she was sure the helping hand was much appreciated.

Sylar's brows hiked upwards as the vampire really fell away and then was no more. Looks like Elle was way handy with a stick. He'd have to be careful not to trip around her or anything. He blinked once at her, straightening up against the tree, pushing off and reaching for her shoulders, smearing them and the shirt with blood. "You okay?"

The stick was immediately dropped, and rather than respond she buried her face into into his chest.  That was the scariest thing she ever encountered.  Nodding her head into him, she took solace against him.  Tears started to wet his chest a bit as she silently cried against him, trying to get all of the horrible images out of her head.  With the way things had been going as of late, Elle was certain that she was going to die tonight.

He felt her shuddering as she cried, and he momentarily ignored the voice that told him not to hold her becuase she didn't really want it, gently rubbing her back up and down. "Shh. It's okay now. They won't send more. Not tonight anyway." Well, if anything, this proved him right, that they would indeed come and she wasn't safe. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

She sniffled a bit and held onto him, afraid that if she were to let go, something would pull her away from him again.  What the hell was she suppose to do now?  They couldn't even stay at Sylar's place, and going to her house was too risky.  That female vampire from the beach probably would be able to track her by smell or some weird shit.  Elle just knew that she wanted to go somewhere, somewhere with a bed and her vampire companion at her side.

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