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"He's my boyfriend." Not an entire lie.

2016-06-07 07:09:52

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"Alright, if you hang around this area regularly, we can tell you if we see him."

2016-06-07 07:10:54

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"So you drive around here often?" Another step.

2016-06-07 07:11:48

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"Daily. Why?" He put his other hand on the car door handle.

2016-06-07 07:13:19

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She reached out, grabbed him, pulled him out of the car with a sharp crack of his wrist, and stabbed him with the pocket knife she kept hidden in her pocket. "/Because if I catch you fucking up my boyfriend again I'll slit your fucking throat in your sleep./" She spoke, teeth clenched and fangs bared.

2016-06-07 07:15:42

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His breath caught at the pain, and his hand was pulled away from Chris's shoulder. An elastic restrainer tied to his other wrist went taut. "--didn't--fuck up--"

2016-06-07 07:20:33

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While this was happening, Chris immediately moved quietly out of the car and behind her, put her in a hold, and held a knife to her neck. "Don't move."

"/I'll fucking kill you too./" She hissed.

2016-06-07 07:30:18

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"--back in the car. /Go/."

2016-06-07 07:35:14

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He took a step back, and she elbowed him in the stomach, /hard./ He gasped in pain, and she threw him against the closed car door, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Don't ever let me catch you near them or this area again." She turned and walked away.

2016-06-07 07:37:55

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He put a hand to the stab wound, staring after her with a look of disgust. She thought she could just keep them away from their place of business with a threat? That'd lose them dozens of customers, and vampires all over the city would starve. That wasn't happening. ....fucking stupid vampires.

2016-06-07 07:43:33

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Chris climbed back into the car holding his side. He slid off his jacket. Of course, bruises. "Ughh," He groaned as he put his seat belt on. "I fucking hate those types. Are you okay?"

2016-06-07 07:46:36

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"I'm pretty sure my wrist is broken." He had one hand pressed to the wound, and he couldn't push himself up with the other.

2016-06-07 07:48:34

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Chris undid his seat belt to help him back into the car and close the door. "Do you think you need to go to hospital?"

2016-06-07 07:50:03

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He winced with every movement. "...yeah. At the very least I need a cast. Fucking /bitch/."

2016-06-07 07:51:45

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"My question is how the hell did she not go fucking insane with thirst when she stabbed you."

2016-06-07 07:52:27

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"I have no idea. Maybe she wasn't hungry? She could've just fed. We might have competition."

2016-06-07 07:55:14

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"You think she'd be a little bothered at least." He put the car in gear and started to drive.

2016-06-07 07:55:56

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"She's a freak either way. Coming looking for us just because we helped her boyfriend out."

2016-06-07 07:56:56

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"Exactly. She's probably the one who turned him too."

2016-06-07 07:57:59

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"And she didn't even help him find food? This is so fucked up. Let's just get out of here."

2016-06-07 07:58:25

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"I can only drive so fast without getting pulled over, here." He winced to toss his jacket into the back. "Use that to help with bleeding."

2016-06-07 08:00:49

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They got to the hospital without either dying or passing out, and were given a room in the back. Tangerine tried not to move too much.

2016-06-07 08:08:36

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A ride to the hospital and a room in the back. Not too bad. A woman with teal colored hair walked into the room. Well she was hot. "Hi, Jerry is it?" She greeted.

2016-06-07 08:09:56

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He rolled his eyes. What, were they hiring punk musicians now? "Yeah. Broken wrist and stab wound. My friend has bruises, maybe internal bleeding."

2016-06-07 08:11:39

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"Seems you too did some pretty hard damage. Let me see your wrist." She carefully took it into her hand. "What were you guys doing? Doesn't seem like you were in a car accident."

2016-06-07 08:14:51