[ At the first arrow, he only bit harder. Drinking deep. Gripping tighter to compensate for sudden surge of pain. PAIN! He could take bullets. A simple arrow should not hurt so much, and yet he could feel it buried in the muscle of his arm.
He kept his gaze on Allison. Watching her as he fed from her friend. It was going to take more than a single arrow to make him flinch. But Allison didn't stop after just one. It wasn't until the fourth arrow, straight into his shoulder, that his grip started to fail. Rather than fight it, he let go. Tearing away from Lydia. His face paler and more monstrous than it had been before.
He would have latched on to Allison next, his body jolting with each arrow strike. He'd incapacitate her. Keep her alive. Begging. Screaming. Making her pay for each arrow. At least, that was his plan. Before he could fully let go of the redhead, there was a sound. Unlike anything he'd heard in his four hundred years. The audible equivalent of a sledgehammer to his face.
Bristling with arrows, he was driven to his knees. Eyes screwed shut. He would have pressed both hands to his ears if his right arm were of any use. Thick, dark blood leaked out of his ears. He feared the sound would split his skull.
Strained and in a great deal of pain, he managed to open his eyes. Glaring at the hunter with grit teeth. They were going to pay. ]
[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
He kept his gaze on Allison. Watching her as he fed from her friend. It was going to take more than a single arrow to make him flinch. But Allison didn't stop after just one. It wasn't until the fourth arrow, straight into his shoulder, that his grip started to fail. Rather than fight it, he let go. Tearing away from Lydia. His face paler and more monstrous than it had been before.
He would have latched on to Allison next, his body jolting with each arrow strike. He'd incapacitate her. Keep her alive. Begging. Screaming. Making her pay for each arrow. At least, that was his plan. Before he could fully let go of the redhead, there was a sound. Unlike anything he'd heard in his four hundred years. The audible equivalent of a sledgehammer to his face.
Bristling with arrows, he was driven to his knees. Eyes screwed shut. He would have pressed both hands to his ears if his right arm were of any use. Thick, dark blood leaked out of his ears. He feared the sound would split his skull.
Strained and in a great deal of pain, he managed to open his eyes. Glaring at the hunter with grit teeth. They were going to pay. ]