LOG TWO

[timeunchained]

It was warm and bright and generally what Bartholomew would call a good day, that is, until a dear friend came ringing on his cell phone. Warning him of a homicidal vampire, unchained from the coven, ready to tear out his throat. Oh, pleasant.

First he was forced to give up his profession to please a girl. Now he was being hunted down, in his own

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[pushingbibles]

Ethan's reflexes were faster than the abomination-of-a-vampire's ever could be, and he had sharp claws digging into Bartholomew's throat faster that he could say "Ethan!".

"I thought it would be easier," their faces were centimeters apart now, Ethan's fangs bared and breath hissing, "to go through Lylith, but she was just a waste of time. Welcome to Hell, Bartholomew Coulter, where mutts like you belong." His grip tightened, and the other vampire's eyes closed with pain.

[timeunchained]

Bartholomew felt his airway constrict, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. Being three-quarters mortal had its downfalls, surely, as his head twitched on his neck, mouth gasping for air. The fucker was pretty strong, and it was a cheap shot, sneaking up on him. He had been brushing his teeth!

"Pussy," Lo murmured, scratching up Ethan's arms, leaving deep, gray gauges where his fingernails broke skin. A vampire didn't bleed - not Ethan, Ethan's skin just pulled apart and broke then healed again, leaving Lo without any real hope other than being as irritating as a fly.

WherethefuckwasJoshua?

[pushingbibles]

Ethan's lips curled into a sneer. He had Bartholomew bent backward on the sink countertop, spine bending in what was undoubtedly an extremely painful manner, and his claws were piercing throat-skin, little droplets of pale blood forming around the puncture wounds.

"You still bleed? You're no vampire. You're a disgrace, a half-human disgrace."

[timebombe]

"HE'S FUCKING AWESOME, YOU MUTHAFUCKA!"

And ohso gracefully, Joshua brought Bartholomew's blender down on the back of Ethan's head, successfully distracting him enough that he released the other vampire. The werewolf's hand shot out, snagging the back of Ethan's shirt, and with just a quick snap of his wrist he flung the smaller man to the shower, sending him through the porcelain toilet and clanging to a fall.

Quickly glancing to his friend, Joshua inquired, "You aight, man?"