moonkistforlife

He was absolutely vanished. No trace of him there- just the messy bed and stale silence. In a panic, the zombie began to wonder if the men downstairs had already ambushed and taken Hanna through the window or something- but this place was huge, how could they scale a wall like that? The window wasn't open, either, and it wasn't likely they'd shut it after them. Rushing to look under the bed, behind the furniture, he green-skinned man refused to give up, even as he heard footsteps climbing the first set of stairs. It wasn't like Hanna to just vanish into thin air like this. He moved around the corner and poked his head into the bathroom, inten

As hard as it was to grasp, it was certainly Conrad standing in that doorway, looking as pale and reluctantly vampiric as possible. He rolled his eyes and turned his back on the group, apparently an invitation to follow him inside. "No, it's the tooth fairy. Of course it's me, you idiot." Conrad snapped, back still turned as he pulled them further into the house, and eventually into a very spacious living-room section. "Conrad, there's no need to be so snippy about it." Toni frowned, as she brought up the back of the procession, shutting the door behind herself and walking in with the rest of the group. "Can you blame me? I've been here wi

The scent of pancakes and syrup was the best alarm Hanna could have ever asked for. It was so much like home again; an uncomfortable bed, scratchy sheets, and the sound of silent Amadeus scuffling around and setting out Hanna's breakfast. Only, when the redhead opened his eyes, he groaned in pain and shut them again. He was sore all over, and his burn marks felt raw, like someone had been scrubbing at them. He heaved a sigh and sat up very, very slowly- as much as he felt nauseous doing so- looking around. He remembered everything that happened in a strange flashback of pain, nervous laughter, and explosions. He realized now that the uncomfo

"Don' go movin' him 'round so much!  Fuck, yer gonna split 'im in two tha' way!" "It's not MY fault, he's half conscious you idiot!" "Don' go callin' ME—" "Hanna, stop moving…it's okay." Then he stopped. Doc Worth was standing over Hanna, as Lamont held his shoulders tightly down against the bed and the undead man held his ankles down on the other end. The redhead had been wiggling and squirming almost uncontrollably for the last seven minutes, and all that Doc had managed to do was scrub off the rune on his arm and stop the damage from spreading. Nobody had explained, yet, what was going on, or even what was wrong with Hanna,

In the nanosecond between the booming of the bullet shooting from its barrel and the sound of scuffling and grunting, Ignacius thought that the feeling he was experiencing was similar to dying all over again. He stared at the place where Hanna and the delivery man had been just seconds ago, and saw only a bullet-sized hole in the wood. Somehow, Hanna had dodged that bullet. What the--- "Ricardo! MOVE!" From his left, Hanna came hurling through the apartment, lashing out at the man with the gun. There was a clattering of metal and the Glock 17 went skidding across the room. Frozen with not only shock, and fear, but confusion as well, the zom

These not-so-epic-and-really-more-dangerous-than-fantastical cases were beginning to take their toll, not only the detective and his assistant, but also anyone within a ten mile radius. This time, Hanna escaped with little more than a few bruises and a large, thin surface scratch on his left arm. Conrad, however, had been much less fortunate. He had come out of everything with a broken ankle and a new grudge to add to the pile. Somehow, in the flurry of wings, teeth, tiny claws, and girlish screams, the Fairies had decided to turn their attention on the pitiful excuse for a vampire with viciousness previously unseen. Hanna had apparently had