Garou XIII
In a last futile effort the woman tried to push him off her, perhaps to save herself. Did she think her regeneration would be enough? Like hell it would be that easy, he didn't know or cared how she managed to get a hold of such powers, but there was no way in hell he'd let a fake vampire wannabe fuck around and cross his path again. And if she died, then it would be her fault, not his! Yes, only he would stand supreme as the strongest monster.
The bloody thorns split from his body and remained inside the girl. He lashed the chain still protruding from his hand. Even falling, he was quick enough to use it as a grappling hook to grab hold of a rooftop's ledge and reach higher ground.
Once there, he crouched and looked down, observing the pathetic pile of flesh that used to be Seras. He licked his lips and chuckled, what a beautiful sight. The little thorns were a really nice touch, Hahahahahaha! Well, it lacked something... oh, yes! That was it! Just to be on the safe side, he would completely ravage her. She wasn't human, so it's not like he needed to spare her or anything. He grinned monstrously and touched himself, letting out an exhilarating moan before leaping.
Man, the fact it wasn't night time really sucked, not as much as what he planned for her. The joy was simply too much, the stage had been set, Thus, he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, singing merrily like a child.
♬♫ Hänschen klein. Ging allein In die weite Welt hinein. ♫ Stock und Hut. Stehn ihm gut, Ist gar wohlgemut. ♪ Aber Mutter weinet sehr, Hat ja nun kein Hänschen mehr! ♬ Hänschen klein. Ging allein In die weite Welt hinein... ♫♬
The man had disappeared from sight. Only an eerie countdown of the clock could be heard, ticking down. And then, a calm, soothing yet chilling voice loomed above.
Drei.
Like a dark heartbeat, something was coming. Whatever came forth, would she be prepared?
Zwei.
A massive shadow suddenly covered her. There was no mistake, this would be the last stand. The final curtain call. And if she lost, there would be only darkness.
Eins.
His ragged coat was completely torn, the blood smeared all over his body, like a crimson cloak overlapping his moon white skin. Fangs were bare with excitement, his heart danced with glee. Holding a massive dumpling truck with the bold logo Blue Dragon, he would come down like a deadly meteor to crash her to nothing more than a smear on the road to in-glory!
And then, just before he descended to impact, he roared atop his lungs.
"A DELIVERY TRUCK JUST FOR YOU!!!!!!!"