Well, things didn't always go as planned. M- Wasn't going to play the fearful damsel being led back to the lair of the vampires. It might've been the quieter, less flashy way to go, but there was something regal about her that wouldn't allow her pride to even be faux wounded so. Blade's lips pursed and he nodded in appreciation, still unnoticed and likely to remain so behind the seat. It would appear that he wasn't even needed at the moment. It really was her show for the moment. He was impressed.
The vampire was still screaming bloody murder about his hand. A string of obscenities along the lines of "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, LADY? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NUT ARE YOU?! YOU CAN'T BE A HUNTER, YOU CAN'T!! JESUS GOD, JUST LET ME GO!!!!" It went on like that until she grabbed his family jewels, beloved even to a suckhead that didn't need to make any babies, and then he shut up and glared at her in a mixture of fury and terror.
"We were gonna turn you, make you an immortal hottie, but now you're just gonna get drained, bitch. We're gonna fuck you uUUUAAGH!" Apparently she had reminded him of his lack of control in the situation. He finally gave her a sullen nod at the deal. "Yeah, sure, whatever. You can go to your grave knowing whatever it is that's so goddamn important that you'd risk the wrath of The Coven for it."
At that, Blade snorted. He couldn't help himself. They'd given their little club a name? The vampire spun around as much as he could and when he saw Blade, he started to panic again. Blade just grinned at him.
"Oh nonono, FUCK no, FUCK THIS SHIT, man, I did NOT sign up to fight the goddamn Daywalker!" Forgetting his tenuous position in his panic, he actually tried to leap out of the car with her grip still firm on his tender bits.
Nickle and dime, nickel and dime. I love universities, but they do nickel and dime you a lot.
The vampire was still screaming bloody murder about his hand. A string of obscenities along the lines of "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, LADY? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NUT ARE YOU?! YOU CAN'T BE A HUNTER, YOU CAN'T!! JESUS GOD, JUST LET ME GO!!!!" It went on like that until she grabbed his family jewels, beloved even to a suckhead that didn't need to make any babies, and then he shut up and glared at her in a mixture of fury and terror.
"We were gonna turn you, make you an immortal hottie, but now you're just gonna get drained, bitch. We're gonna fuck you uUUUAAGH!" Apparently she had reminded him of his lack of control in the situation. He finally gave her a sullen nod at the deal. "Yeah, sure, whatever. You can go to your grave knowing whatever it is that's so goddamn important that you'd risk the wrath of The Coven for it."
At that, Blade snorted. He couldn't help himself. They'd given their little club a name? The vampire spun around as much as he could and when he saw Blade, he started to panic again. Blade just grinned at him.
"Oh nonono, FUCK no, FUCK THIS SHIT, man, I did NOT sign up to fight the goddamn Daywalker!" Forgetting his tenuous position in his panic, he actually tried to leap out of the car with her grip still firm on his tender bits.