08-12-2018, 01:32 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump thump thump. Footsteps. That's got to be what she's hearing. Thump thump. Right? What else can it be? The huntress shrinks between two pews as she listens carefully. The thuds grow quieter and quieter. And they stop. Her breath hitches in her throat.
His words hit her.
That voice. It splits her attuned eardrums in two. Xenia jolts to her feet, banging her shoulder on the back of the pew behind her on the way up. "Marko, I swear to-" Wait! She's in a church, can she say that? Fuck it. "God!" She's done worse things on these holy grounds. At least the Undertaker hadn't been stupid enough to open the door.
Below the wide arch is a tripwire, and the tripwire is connected to a mechanism that will unleash a fan of crudely fashioned knives upon the intruder; glass shards, sharpened scrap metal, screws...you name it, she's got it. When you live as a fugitive in an abandoned church, you learn to be resourceful. And that's not even the extent of the booby traps. The place is an impenetrable fortress.
Oh, how does Xenia get into the hideout, then? She'll never tell. (Back window. Stained glass Jesus panel. Pops right out of place.)
By the time the next set of feet beat up the wall, the disgruntled homeowner is halfway up the bell tower ladder, antique (but still very sharp) knife in her white-knuckle grip. Her plan was to simply pop out of the hatch, weapon in hand, ready to strike at the unruly vampire and the gang he surely brought with him to give them a piece of her mind.
Just one problem. The culprit is definitely standing on the hatch and it will not budge.
She weighs her options for a good few minutes just to make sure this goes her way. A well thought out plan is absolutely necessary. In the end, instead of knocking politely, she opts to stab the thick knife through the worn wood to get Marko's attention and maybe chop off a toe or two. Then he'll think twice about intruding onto her property.
His words hit her.
That voice. It splits her attuned eardrums in two. Xenia jolts to her feet, banging her shoulder on the back of the pew behind her on the way up. "Marko, I swear to-" Wait! She's in a church, can she say that? Fuck it. "God!" She's done worse things on these holy grounds. At least the Undertaker hadn't been stupid enough to open the door.
Below the wide arch is a tripwire, and the tripwire is connected to a mechanism that will unleash a fan of crudely fashioned knives upon the intruder; glass shards, sharpened scrap metal, screws...you name it, she's got it. When you live as a fugitive in an abandoned church, you learn to be resourceful. And that's not even the extent of the booby traps. The place is an impenetrable fortress.
Oh, how does Xenia get into the hideout, then? She'll never tell. (Back window. Stained glass Jesus panel. Pops right out of place.)
By the time the next set of feet beat up the wall, the disgruntled homeowner is halfway up the bell tower ladder, antique (but still very sharp) knife in her white-knuckle grip. Her plan was to simply pop out of the hatch, weapon in hand, ready to strike at the unruly vampire and the gang he surely brought with him to give them a piece of her mind.
Just one problem. The culprit is definitely standing on the hatch and it will not budge.
She weighs her options for a good few minutes just to make sure this goes her way. A well thought out plan is absolutely necessary. In the end, instead of knocking politely, she opts to stab the thick knife through the worn wood to get Marko's attention and maybe chop off a toe or two. Then he'll think twice about intruding onto her property.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
★ i know what you've done ★