Junkyard City Round S-9 It was a day later when Reyn found himself standing on the beach, staring vaguely at piles of junk littering the sand like demented sand sculptures. One hand gripped the small glass vial lightly. As soon as they were out deep enough, Reyn was going to drop it into the ocean. There was no risk of the thing inside ever getting out- the cork had always been enchanted to not open for anyone but Reyn- but the additional security of a couple of miles of seawater couldn't hurt."Almost ready to go," Claud said next to him, giving the vampire a small smile. Reyn nodded. Despite their prickly start, it turned out the wolf was a pretty all right guy o
Junkyard City Round S-5 "Niobe!"Reyn grabbed the jacket as he got to his feet, slipping it over his blistered skin and pulling the hood up to shade his face. He raced to Niobe's side and knelt next to her. A large gash crossed her forehead and disappeared into her hair, and her eyes flickered occasionally as she lay prone in the dirt. Reyn spun around as a man with one arm and various junk fixtures hurried over."Stay away!""It's alright," the man said. "My name is William. I'm on her side. Her name is Niobe," he said, seeing the distrust on Reyn's face. "She speaks Icelandic, and she was part of Ratchet Jack's competition too. She has a sister, and likes to in
Junkyard City Round 4-9 Niobe kicked an old plastic cup out of the way as she walked down yet another dry dirt path. Stealthily she glanced at the young man walking beside her. Reyn hadn't said a word since they'd left the cathedral yesterday. They'd waited out the storm there, Reyn insisting that Niobe sleep in the backroom and push the heavy crates against the door "just in case." She'd protested, but he wouldn't hear a word of it. He had told her it was for her own protection- she didn't have to ask what from. The young man had admitted that he was a vampire, and she knew what that entailed; bloodsucking, immortality, and weakness to the light. She imagined he
Deal with the Devil "I-I-I-It's nothing…" Iru stuttered intensely, trying to push the bowl away with the end of his scarf, but Ridley simply stood on it, forcing the Namuh to stay in a half-huddled position. "It doesn't look like nothing," the vampire said, dangerously calm. "It doesn't smell like nothing either.""R-R-Ridley…""In fact," Ridley continued, ignoring Iru's interjections, "it smells familiar. A lot like a certain spineless desert freak who doesn't know when to keep his trap shut. Oh Iru, Iru, Iru…" he chided, almost like a disappointed parent. "Don't tell me you've been feeding the brat over there your own blood?"In the corner
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