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“Excuse me?” I asked. “You want my blood.”
“Yes, you don’t mind, do you?” Asked the guitarist.
“OK, I think you've had a little too much beer.” I said. The guitarist simply grinned. In an instant he was gone, and right behind me. I froze up, I wasn't able to move, I couldn't think clearly.
“Foolish girl, Didn't your momma ever teach you better?” He said. His voice hissed like a snake, Increasing the fear factor.
“Mom…” I mumbled.
“What was that?” He asked in a mocking tone. Then, something in me snapped. I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying, and making him hit the wooden wall. The drummer boy stared at me, then looked back at the other, then back to me, an expression of pure shock on his face. I quickly fled up the stairs, snatched my rosary and a wooden spear, then raced downstairs. I displayed no fear, no sorrow, no mercy. I walked up to the guitarist, my rosary in hand. He hissed and got very close to the wall as I came near.When I got very close, I could feel a presence behind me. I whipped around and Kicked whatever the figure was, not even bothering to check who it was. I turned my attention back to the guitarist, and smiled at his scared face. I pointed my spear at where his heart is.
“Now, How many are there of you?” I asked
“M-many.” He spat out.
“Of course. You take a break for a hundred years or so, and the race you tried to destroy repopulates.” I sighed.
“If you had killed your friend, that wouldn't have happened. She’s the queen now.” He grinned. I stood there for a second.
“And I’m not surprised because?” I asked myself. “Look, i’m not in the best of moods, so instead of the holy light scene, i’m just going to stab you.” And that’s exactly what I did. There was blood all over the floors, disgusting. I turned to the boy. “You wanna be killed, or will you high tail it out of here?” I asked. He was gone within seconds. “Good choice.”

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“Excuse me?” I asked. “You want my blood.”
“Yes, you don’t mind, do you?” Asked the guitarist.
“OK, I think you've had a little too much beer.” I said. The guitarist simply grinned. In an instant he was gone, and right behind me. I froze up, I wasn't able to move, I couldn't think clearly.
“Foolish girl, Didn't your momma ever teach you better?” He said. His voice hissed like a snake, Increasing the fear factor.
“Mom…” I mumbled.
“What was that?” He asked in a mocking tone. Then, something in me snapped. I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying, and making him hit the wooden wall. The drummer boy stared at me, then looked back at the other, then back to me, an expression of pure shock on his face. I quickly fled up the stairs, snatched my rosary and a wooden spear, then raced downstairs. I displayed no fear, no sorrow, no mercy. I walked up to the guitarist, my rosary in hand. He hissed and got very close to the wall as I came near.When I got very close, I could feel a presence behind me. I whipped around and Kicked whatever the figure was, not even bothering to check who it was. I turned my attention back to the guitarist, and smiled at his scared face. I pointed my spear at where his heart is.
“Now, How many are there of you?” I asked
“M-many.” He spat out.
“Of course. You take a break for a hundred years or so, and the race you tried to destroy repopulates.” I sighed.
“If you had killed your friend, that wouldn't have happened. She’s the queen now.” He grinned. I stood there for a second.
“And I’m not surprised because?” I asked myself. “Look, i’m not in the best of moods, so instead of the holy light scene, i’m just going to stab you.” And that’s exactly what I did. There was blood all over the floors, disgusting. I turned to the boy. “You wanna be killed, or will you high tail it out of here?” I asked. He was gone within seconds. “Good choice.”