Post by giles on Mar 3, 2012 3:51:30 GMT -4
Giles looked at her and frowned at her bet.
"Yes, well..."
He had only begun to speak, and hadn't meant to agree to her bet so much as chide her for offering it. Or maybe tease himself by saying he was not one that was worth kissing, or clearly she had been drinking too much and forgot who she was speaking to. Something along those lines, anyway.
If he had been a bit more sober, he might have known better than to let his guard down so far. they were just discussing the likelihood of vampires rising, and Faith's hunch was quickly proven correct.
New vampires were a mixed bag. They could be woefully easy, confused and disoriented as they were. Or they could unfathomably dangerous, wild in their hunger and pulsing with new, unbridled strength. Their personalities before dying hardly mattered: no new vampire knew themselves when they rose. They were simply instinct, and the danger rested in how each vampire responded to those instincts.
These, it seemed, were the dangerous ones.
As hands and heads emerged from the graves Giles tried to take a step back. An arm caught him and he nearly toppled over, and wished he had when he felt sharp teeth sink into his leg.
"Bugger!" he yelled angrily, kicking his leg free and pulling a stake from his coat. He watched the vampires claw their way from the graves, forgetting in all his experience how terrifying that view could really be. Horror movies had nothing on the real thing.
At least he seemed sufficiently distracted from thoughts of her bet.
"Yes, well..."
He had only begun to speak, and hadn't meant to agree to her bet so much as chide her for offering it. Or maybe tease himself by saying he was not one that was worth kissing, or clearly she had been drinking too much and forgot who she was speaking to. Something along those lines, anyway.
If he had been a bit more sober, he might have known better than to let his guard down so far. they were just discussing the likelihood of vampires rising, and Faith's hunch was quickly proven correct.
New vampires were a mixed bag. They could be woefully easy, confused and disoriented as they were. Or they could unfathomably dangerous, wild in their hunger and pulsing with new, unbridled strength. Their personalities before dying hardly mattered: no new vampire knew themselves when they rose. They were simply instinct, and the danger rested in how each vampire responded to those instincts.
These, it seemed, were the dangerous ones.
As hands and heads emerged from the graves Giles tried to take a step back. An arm caught him and he nearly toppled over, and wished he had when he felt sharp teeth sink into his leg.
"Bugger!" he yelled angrily, kicking his leg free and pulling a stake from his coat. He watched the vampires claw their way from the graves, forgetting in all his experience how terrifying that view could really be. Horror movies had nothing on the real thing.
At least he seemed sufficiently distracted from thoughts of her bet.