stupid vignettes

This was it. A stake in his chest, some horrible beast circling him and ready to move in for the kill, taking slices out of his face. The bastard was revelling in his pain, but all he could do was growl and hiss. No better than the impotent fussing of a housecat before the jaws of a wolf. He wouldn't just give in, slump and accept defeat, but such a thing seemed inevitable, didn't it? It was all over, not even by the hands of the Sabbat, but by some mangy scavenger. How embarrasing. He-

Suddenly, the hulking figure before him flinched and jerked, his face twisted with shock. Dozens of pinholes burst their way through his abdomen, showering the Kindred with acrid shifter blood. The beast could barely turn his head towards his attacker before that too was shot to pieces. He fell, his extremities still twitching. Nerves had yet to die, but the body itself was gone, the numerous holes emitting a strange sort of steam.

What... what was this? Alois turned his eyes up. What he saw was blurry, it hardly seemed real. But there she was, his ghoul, his sweet, innocent little servant, gripping the floral-print assault rifle in her delicate hands. She was breathing heavily, the cool painted metal in her hands trembling slighty.

"Wh..."

"Oh! Oh my God! I... I..." She ran forward, her short heels clicking on the floor as she quickly cut him loose with a large hunting knife. "Are you alright...?"

He was still dazed from the pain of the torture, and this sight wasn't helping him come back to grips with reality. Still, he was safe now, and resting his head against her warm chest, taking in her heartbeat helped to comfort him. She didn't seem to mind that he was soaking her suit dress with blood.

"S-silver bullets... I suppose they really /were/ werewolves then. It just... t-tore right through them like it was nothing.... B-but yes, let's get you home... We can sort all of this out later, when you've... ah... come back to your senses..."

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"Sister... What are you bringing?"

"Look, okay. The last time vampires asked me to do something, it ended with a lot of asskicking and bloodshed. This time... I wanna be a little better prepared, you know?"

"I fail to see how a boom box is going to significantly help you in a combat situation."

"Says you. Trust me, this shit is totally necessary. You'll see."

Much later, in a dark room, the gang was startled by a creak in the floorboards of the old house. Flickering lights and faint growling quickly clued them in that they weren't alone. Just as expected, a beast emerged, fangs protruding grotesquely past its lips. A twisted figure, perhaps one one or more humans with their bodies forced together in some unholy amalgamation, snarled and groped towards them.

Anya looked at the atrocity, and began to back away. Zor, however, was less disturbed.

"Sister... do you trust me?"

"What the fuck does that mean?!"

"I got this. Watch."

Zor had been lugging that stupid boombox with her the whole way, though her strength made hefting it over her shoulder easy. She set it on the floor and pressed play, cranking the volume.

COME ON AND SLAM AND WELCOME TO THE JAM.