There's always one of these somewhere... a rickety old hut with nothing much inside. A length of rope, a stub of a candle, a box of soggy matches and the occasional sea creature.

::Chloe closes the rickety door behind her as she enters the hut. She looks around the main room, paranoia setting in.::

(What the hell else is going to happen to me?)

"Ouch!"

::Chloe limps over to an ancient-looking wooden chair and lifts her bare foot so she can see the bottom.::

"And now I have a fucking splinter!"

::She carefully gets a hold of the little bugger and rips it out. It's about an inch long and and eight an inch wide. Some splinter...

Chloe legs her foot drop back down, her foot stinging as sand rubs unto the hole made by that goddamn splinter thing. So, what will she do now? Cry maybe? Sounds like a good idea to me. Chloe brings her sand-dusted hands up to her face and weeps miserably, being shoeless, cold, and without someone to hold her... hug her... make it all go away.::

::Ragged breathing is heard from a dark corner. A strangled voice emits the horrible, disgusting man-boy as he steps into the light, his retainers glinting.::

"You look like you could do with someone to hold."

::The nerd rasps, his voice rambling up and down the scales as it has not yet broken.::

"Let me be the one baby."

::He says awkwardly and stumbles forwards, hands outstretched and grabbing.::

::Chloes stands quickly at the voice, backing away from all of the grabbing.::

(Damn, does he look like the shark with that retainer...)

"Get away from me... I do NOT want and/or need you to be the one."

::Chloe absently wipes the tears from her face as they start to make her face itch. She continues to back away from creepy man-boy, fumbling for the doorknob as she reaches the door.::

(Where the fuck are you...?)

::Being the nerd her is, the nerd drools. On Chloe. And advances her. He manages to grab her left breast. Okay since when were nerds so forward? Then again, this guy is in his late twenties and probably a virgin. He puckers his lips.::

"Give me a kiss baby!"

::Walks in and recoils in horror at the sight of the drooling nerd::

(Good gravy! No one should have to go through that kind of torment!)

"Get back foul being!"

::Runs over to Chloe's aid and gives the nerd a quick karate chop to the back of the neck hoping to knock him out::

::Chloe slaps the hadn away, yelping. She tried to wipe the nerd-germs off her breast, practically ripping her shirt off.::

"EEEW!"

::She turns to Ash who'd probably just crawled in through a window, seeing as Chloe is leaning against the door...::

"Oh god, oh god, tell me you killed it! ...or knocked it out or something..."

(heh)

::Chloe glaces back down at the nerd, still heavily leaning on the door having given up blindly searching for the doorknob. She looks back to Ash, remembering how shitting she must look. What with all of the crying...::

"I was just... uhh... and then a shark came and... then he..."

::She putters around, making very little sense, if any at all.::

::The poor nerd slumps to the floor, his raspy breathing is now the only sound coming from his throat and sadly neglected mouth.::

::Chloe turns, seeing the nerd is most definitly down and out for the time being. She places her hand on the doorknob with a relieved sigh and turns it, opening the door and heading out into the sandy beach.::

::Justin walks in the open door with Paz in tow, only to see the nerd lying unconcious on the floor. He takes Paz over to a cot that's lying in the corner and helps him get situated before returning to the nerd.::

"As much as it pains me to be an ass to a perfect stranger, I just don't have time to be polite now."

::Grabbing the frail, disgusting little man by the back of his shirt and the seat of his pants, he throws him out onto the beach. He then turns and shuts the door, lowering the large board that is the hut's excuse for a lock. He wipes his hands off on his jeans and turns to Paz.::

"Alright bucko, we've got to get to those wounds. Clothes off."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a guy."

::He laughs a little before soddunly stopping and clasping his hands to his ribcage, one of the puncture wounds hurting badly. He then begins to laugh again, trying to hide his pain::

(Hurts like a bitch, could be worse)

:He looks up at Justin, staring into his eyes::

"Thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you wouldn't have got there."

::Justin laughs weakly as he turns away. He looks around for a minute before miraculously finding an old wooden bowl, some scissors and a seemingly clean bar of soap, all hidden in a cupboard above his head.::

"I'm not positive, but I have a relatively good idea."

::Taking down the items, he turns back to Paz. A serious and somehow sorrowful look in his eyes.::

"I told you. I love you Paz. I'd do anything to save you. I know you don't feel the same way, but that's okay. I can live with that. It hurts, but I'll live."

::He looks around the room and sees what he's looking for. An old water faucette sticking out of the wall of the hut near the floor. He takes the bowl and goes over to it, letting it run for a couple of seconds as the water runs out through a drain in the cement floor. After the murky water turns clean and clear, he fills the bowl halfway. He turns off the water and walks back to where Paz lays on the cot. he sits down and takes off his sweater, cutting it into strips with the scissors. Justin then takes the soap and suds up the water, following that, he places a couple of the sweater rags into the water. He looks up at Paz sternly but with a slight playful smile trying to fight its way through.::

"Now, I'm serious, you're going to have to get undressed. Do you need help?"

::Paz feels his eye sting when Justin says 'it hurts, but i'll live. He avoids looking at him until he hears the second request to remove his clothing::

(I don't want to hurt anyone.)

"I'll be ok, just bear with me."

::Paz slowly removes his t-shirt, wincing badly, it rubbing against his wounds::

"Ok, invalid here, I could actually use some help. Not so sure I can lose the jeans so easily."

::He winces once more and lies back, his head swiming from the pain. He puts his hand to one of the bite marks only to feel it still moist with blood::

::Justin winces at Paz's pain, then unbuttons his jeans, pulling then down to his knees. He does the same with his underwear, part of him enjoying the sight immensly... before he remembers the wounds. He releases a deep breath and grabs one of the makeshift rags. He looks Paz in the eye sympathetically.::

"Now, I have to warn you. This is going to hurt. A lot."

::He takes his wallet from his pocket and puts it in Paz's mouth, between his teeth.::

"When it hurts, bite down on this. Okay, here goes."

::Justin the proceeds to begin scrubbing one of the bite wounds on Paz's stomache. Softly at first, then harder. Periodically, he rinses the rag in the bowl. Before long, the water has turned a very strong shade of pink. When he finishes with one wound, he takes a strip of the sweater and presses it hard on the hole before moving on to the next.::

::Paz clamps his teeth down hard on the wallet, and tears come to the surface of his eyes. He blinks them away, not wanting Justin to see him weak::

(Does he have to do it to fucking hard?)

::His stomach tenses as Justin scrubs at it furiously, cleaning up his wounds, but also making them hurt more.::

(Why did he remove my boxer shorts anyways? Kinky.)

::He continues to just tense his muscles and ignore the pain, hoping it will soon be over::

::As the door smashes on the far wall the Vampire wheels around instinctively leaps onto Justin, the blood from Paz still covering his hands and clothes. She rolls forward, catching his shoulders in her hands and then throws him into the wall. Quickly she flies up onto her feet and dashes over to him, ready to sink her fangs into his neck::

"Justin!"

::With a rush of adrenaline Paz leaps from where he is lying, ignoring the pain in his abdomen. He stands behind the vampire and focefully pushes his hands out infront of him, a beam of light shoots out from his palms and sears a hole in the wall. Paz swiftly directs it onto the Vampires back, hoping to cause some injury. A charred line trails across the wall and hits the female squarley in the back::

(What the fuck is that thing?)

::The Vampire screams in pain as the laser burns a gash along her back. With a cross between a snarl and a whimper she wheels around and transforms into a bat, flying straight out of the newly made hole in the wall, then straight up onto the roof where she lands and tries to recuperate::

::Paz rushes over to Justin's side, looking out of the hole for the bat for a moment.::

"You ok?"

::He places his hand on Justin's shoulder, which moves up onto his neck.::

"Was that a...vampire?"

::He stops and slips down onto the floor, alongside Justin. Hand on his wound again::

"You save my life, I save yours. Maybe we should just go home before something else happens?"

::Justin shakes his head, realizing it's taken far too many hits today. He looks at Paz and smiles a little.::

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess we should try to find our way. Your wounds are clean, and, assuming you don't fall in the sand again, should be okay until we can get you back to the penthouse. Of course, you might want to pull your pants back up for the trip."

::He pointedly looks down at Paz's exposed... ness and then back up at him, a purse lipped, amused smile on his face. He stands and helps Paz up off the ground.::

(First the creature, then this thing. Not only did I amost lose the man that I love, but doesn't love me, but I'm also having to deal with the minions of darkness!)

"God I hate the undead."

::Paz smiles and pulls up his trousers as Justin helps him up::

"Come on then. You might have to help me out somemore."

::Paz hobbles toward the door of the hut and steps out onto the beach, always looking at Justin::

::Justin begins to walk out the door behind Paz, before turning to make sure they hadn't forgoten anything. Seeing Paz's shirt still lying on the ground near the cot, he goes over and pics it up. He then heads out onto the beach behind Paz, leaving the splintered door to hang on it's hinges. He puts an arm around Paz's waist, handing him his shirt as he ignores the pounding in the back of his head.::

(Concusion? What concusion?)

::The Vampire swings her legs over the edge of the roof and sits there, her wounds finally healed. She sniffs deeply and catches Paz's sent again, though this time faint. With a snarl she pushes herself off the edge and transforms into a bat, before flying off towards Paz's Apartment::

::Paz walks in and sees the mess still left from the last time he was there.::

(Ok, maybe not such a good idea)

::He looks at the bloody rags and the burnt hole in the wall::

"...Justin."

::He walks back out to Patience on the beach::

::Appearing in the random hut, the demon starts to look around. He sits in a chair and spies out the window.::

(Where am I going from here....)

::He stays in the hut for a while just thinking and contemplating his plans. He nods off and falls asleep for a short time. After waking up he shakes his head and rubs his eyes.::

(Time to go)

::Parker stands up and weakly shimmers to the Underworld.::

::Karen slams the door behind her and uses mariners rope to restrain Chloe.::

"Now sit down and shut up."

::She sits in the corner, touching her tender ankle.::

::The bird glares at Karen, her chest ragidly rising and falling in painful breaths. Her feathers are peppered with sand and a bit of blood from being thrown about. She has no strength to even bother trying to chew through the rope.::

(Even if I did, where would I go? She'd just beat on me some more. And if I went human... well, she eats them.)

::Her thoughts go back to Andrea.::

(How will she find me? How come she has to fucking find me at all? I'm useless. Can't defend myself. And now she has no idea where to look to save my fucking bridbreath ass. Wonderful, just wonderful.)

::Chloe shifts uncomfortably under the ropes, but still doesn't attempt to escape.::

::Karen looks at Chloe, bound and roughed up, and speaks to her in a human, feeling tone.::

"That's right, save your energy. You'll need it for later..."

::Her fangs shine as she smiles, her voice now becoming more mocking.::

"We're hunting wabbits."

::Chloe's petite head tips to the side in confusion.::

(Hunting 'wabbits'? Do I even want to know?)

::She squirms again, the feeling of her wings crushed awkwardly against her body started to get to be quite bothersome. She squawks in frustration while trying to make them a bit more comfortable.::

"Shut the fuck up, before I shove you in one of those lobster cages."

(Lobster cag-- There aren't any... Oh, there. Well, I think that might actually be more comfortable... Nah, not gonna risk it.

Andrea... God, I wish there was some way I could contact her any let her know I'm ok and tell her where to find me. Hm. The only way to contact her would be to freaking save myself and fly the hell out of here. That'd mean breaking these ropes with my tee--- beak.

Chances are I'm not going to get very far with that before that vampire bitch catches me and does who knows what to me.)

::Chloe squirms slightly.::

(I'm getting tired of talking to myself in my head, dammit! Human-ness woudl be welcomed. That would hurt, though. Very much. Granted, the ropes woudl probably... break... Hm.)

::Chloe consentrates and grimaces at the same time, growing and morphing into a human again. The ropes seem to tighten around her torso and arms. Chloe groans in pain as the ropes burn her naked arms and dig into her stomach. They do not break. She changes back within seconds, the pain too much to bear.::

(Oooouch...)

::She sits still, breathing heavily. The ropes fall from her small body. Realizing her plan had not fully failed, Chloe opens her painful wings and painstakingly lifts into the air. She circles the room, avoiding the vampire.::

(What now?)

::She smirks as Chloe attempts to turn back to her human form, watching her revert to her feathered form once more.::

"Yeah, that worked."

::Her eyes widen as Chloe springs free, flying arounf the room.::

"Damn you, bitch. Why am I even holding on to you? Get down here and i'll eat you, put you out of your damn misery."

::She closes her eyes and pauses, preparing herself. She jumps upwards and plucks Chloe from the air, holding her tightly around the chest.::

"That's what happens when you mess with someone with enhanced senses. Now change back and I'll suck your blood like a good little vamp. Maybe you can be one too. If you're nice."

::Chloe shreaks, surprised and in pain.::

(Nice?! I'll show you 'nice'!)

::Chloe thrashes about, talons and beak flying madly about, hopefully giving the vampire a few good gashes. She continues to shreak and scream, running on anger and fear.::

(Now, Let. Me. Go!)

"Bitch!"

::She releases Chloe from her grip, her hands bleeding from lots of small cuts.::

"Ooh, you'd better hope I don't catch you again. You'll be fucking pillow filler."

::Chloe falls to the floor with a thump, but quickly stes herself upright and into the air, she darts around the room, looking for a way out that she might have missed before. She again, spots that window. It has a nice large crack down the middle and is covered in a nice thick layer of grime. She eyes it, knowing what she has to do. She just can't bring herself to fly into a window.::

(Not just yet... there must be another way.)

::Carys runs in with Andrea and pushes her forwards, shutting the door behind them and standing in front of it::

"Hi Karen."

::Chloe panics upon seeing the door start to open. She flies straight at Carys, talons bared. The idiot doesn't see Andrea.::

(Fuck... Go NOW.)

::She makes the hasty decision to go through with the window plan now, aiming straight for the glass.

Chloe chickens out a few feet from the awaiting glass, trying to fly upwards to circle back around. It's too late. She hits the glass chest first. The window shatters, several shards sticking into the flesh of her wings and one in the middle of her body. Her scream of pain and shock envelops the room and breaks through the air outside on the beach.::

::Carys stares after Chloe as she flies out the window::

"Huh. Guess she's not too happy."

::Looking at Andrea, Carys grins slightly::

"So I held up my end of the deal. Time for you to hold up yours."

::...::

(...)

"..."

::Andrea stares at the smashed window, utterly shocked.::

"What the hell did she do THAT for???"

::She stares at Karen, then at Carys blocking the door, suddenly feeling very, very small.::

"Maybe she didn't want to die with you."

::Carys darts forward, and reaches out to grab Andrea round the neck, her very flexible foot snaking behind Andrea to try and kick her behind her knee so that she will collapse. Hopefully::