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No matter how much she tried that night, Kennedy's mind kept going back to the week before. Jumping into Darla's convertible wasn't strictly the most tactical thing she had ever done, but it was the most fun she could have while standing up, that was for sure. She smirked and lowered her head, kicking a stray stone into the water's edge. The sun had just finished it's descent on the horizon, and she knew that a pack of vampires lived in the carousel, not far from the pier, and this was their feeding ground. A few quiet moments passed as she slowly made her way toward the carousel, looking a little lost and afraid.
Almost as if on cue, a door ahead of her opened and three snarling vampires appeared. 'Someone looks a little lost,' the leader remarked, his two male friends snickering behind him. Kennedy rose her head, the smirk still on her face, she pulled a long sliver of wood out of her sleeve, and immediately, the vampires face fell. 'You', he growled, vociferously.
"Me," Kennedy grinned, opening an attack on the three. She kicked a mullet-haired vampire to one side and managed to slam down one wearing a leather jacket before the leader grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, slamming her onto the pavement. 'She thinks she's the Slayer,' the leader laughed his voice a cackling evil one would expect from a cartoon villain. 'Let's show her what it means to be one,' he picked Kennedy up by the throat and dangled her three-feet above the ground, he caught hold of Kennedy's wrist as she tried to pierce his heart with the stake and threw the piece of wood aside. 'I bet she's thinkin' she wished she'd stayed home tonight, boys!'
The other two vampires laughed and circled around the leader, watching as the air was being choked out of the seemingly helpless girl. "Oh--" Kennedy coughed, trying to get the vampire to losen his grip, but it seemed he would have none of it, so she went to plan b. and kicked her enemy in the mid-section. The blow caught the leader off-guard; he released his grip on the raven-haired woman and staggered back slightly, but not as far back as Kennedy had hoped. She looked almost as shocked as the leader did, and that's when the mullet-haired vampire grabbed her from the side. Kennedy took hold of him by the throat and tried to steady herself, while her free hand worked to loosen the stake in her opposite sleeve and then plunged the stake home.
Taking a breath, the young woman stood up straight and appraised her enemies, "I don't know. Could be you're the ones wishing you'd stayed home tonight," she grinned, lunging at the leather-jacket wearing vampire before he had a chance to react and plunging the stake into his heart. His face had an expression of confusion before his body turned to ash and blew away with the wind. 'Bitch,' the leader spat, 'you're not a Slayer.'
Kennedy's eyes narrowed, her hand gripping the stake tightly, causing blood to drip off the sharpened edges, "No?" The leader's face fell, as though he knew he shouldn't have said those last few words. Kennedy punched him in the face, not as hard as she was usually able to, but hard enough so it hurt. The vampire laughed and came to full height, spitting out blood. He punched Kennedy, first in the mid-section, then in the face, repeatedly until she fell to the ground. 'No,' he grinned, taking hold of Kennedy's shoulders, he went in for the kill, his face full of joy- only to be replaced with confusion as he took a step back and saw the stake in his chest. 'Oh, fu--" he turned to ash, and blew away with the wind. It took Kennedy a breathless moment to get to her feet, and brush off the remnants of her enemies. "You know, you could have helped," she called over her shoulder.
Darla just looked blandly at Kennedy. “And miss the show? I don’t think so.” She walked over and kissed Kennedy on the cheek. “You got lucky you know. They were young. Less than a decade I’ll bet. Choke holds don’t do a damn thing. We don’t breathe.”
"I know that," Kennedy said petulantly, she walked over toward her scattered stake and stuffed it back up her sleeve. "I lost balance," although why that happened, Kennedy didn't want to go into. It was almost as if her strength had just vanished. "It won't happen twice," she said, her voice steady with anger, and yet a smirk came to her features, nonetheless. "And it wasn't luck. I've taken on older vampires, if you recall."
Darla licked her lips tasting sweat and ashes. “Who, ….me?” she shook her head. “You’ve been playing clean up for the young and stupid. Tsk.” She moved over to the carousel, running her hands over the carved horses. “Did you even have another weapon?”
Kennedy watched Darla with a perplexed expression and stuttered for something to say, she brought her hands up to eye level and clenched them into fists. "It didn't seem pertinent."
"They're dead, aren't they?" Kennedy stepped onto the carousel, trying to keep Darla in sight. "And if you think I'm going for the young and stupid, why don't you come over here? I could show you a thing or two." It was a marvel to Kennedy that Darla had known that she meant to go for young vampires, that the older being were far too strong for her in her present weakened state, but she didn't want to utter it into words. Didn't want to show the vampire she had weakness.
“So you don’t.” If she listened carefully, Darla could hear Kennedy’s pulse, a little bit fast, a little bit off, as she followed around the parade of horses. Her heart was working hard from the exertion and a little bit from fear and a little bit of something else. Darla shook her head, it was a pity. She moved faster and ducked out of sight. “Not even a cross…” Darla’s voice floated out from the night air.
The fading lamps outside -the only light for Kennedy in which to see- seemed all the more important now as she lost sight of Darla. She tried to keep her breath steady, her eyes roaming over the carved horses. At first she thought she saw a glimmer, then nothing. Silence. Vampire didn't need to breathe as she was doing heavily. "I don't need it." Kennedy said, her words dripping with uncertainty.
“Pet. You need all the help you can get.” Darla reappeared behind to the left of Kennedy. She knocked the first strike wide and smiled when Kennedy lashed out again with the stake. Darla grabbed Kennedy’s wrist and jammed the stake fully into her own abdomen. No where near her hear. She vamped. Mmm. “Now what do you intend to do?”
Kennedy backed up a step, slightly mortified by Darla's actions, before trying to attack the vampire with a backhand, a swing that went too far and was blocked easily. Changing tact, Kennedy danced around Darla, connecting few blows to the face but not able to retrieve her weapon. Moments passed as they circled each other, but it was in a moment of desperation that Kennedy made a sweep at Darla's legs, that brought the vampire to the floor. Kennedy strattled Darla's legs, her knees holding the vampire tight on either side while she worked the stake out of the blonde's abdomen. Blood dripping from the stake, Kennedy held it high… but hesitated when she looked into Darla's eyes.
Darla shifted back, her features becoming human once more. She didn’t try to buck Kennedy off. She let go of Kennedy’s arms and lay under the potential slayer, still. Darla shifted her hips slightly, just to get more comfortable. She waited.
Kennedy dropped her stake at her side, entranced and... something else. Hungry. In a quick motion, she pulled Darla's upper body toward her -into a sitting position- and kissed her, hungrily.
Darla reached out, cradling Kennedy’s head with one hand and supporting herself with the other. She kissed Kennedy like she was discovering a treasure, slowly, throughly, exploring. Darla pulled back, turning her head away. “Kennedy. Don’t.”
"Dont what?" Kennedy frowned, angrily, much like a child who had been denied something they greatly wanted.
“You’re going to make this difficult.” Darla looked at Kennedy and brushed Kennedy’s hair back from her face gently. “I enjoy hurting people, pet. I like being hurt. But this dance…” It was like she couldn’t help touching Kennedy. Little touches. “Our dance never ends well.”
Kennedy shivered involuntarily. She didn't want her feelings to be known to Darla and yet she couldn't control herself. Those little touches were causing a rippling sensation throughout her entire body, her breathing became ragid and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. "Let me be the judge of that."