Anonymous asked: most precious child

(I have no idea how long this  has been here but I got no red flag)

Um, hi!

The dripping of water from the recent rain echoed on the streets.  Jezebel heard it and a variety of other things.  She was healed up now and getting more and more annoyed.

Everyday just about she had been left taunting messages from the bastard.  And she was not going to take it anymore.  She had followed his scent to a club he was just exiting.  He seemed to freeze on the sidewalk, noting her presence as well.  He turned and faced her, the two staring  each other down.

“Come back ‘round for another beatin’?” The male asked with a chuckle.  ”Little twats like you should be put in your place…Which is six feet under.”

She snarled at him, eyes flaring red.

“No, that’s where old farts like you belong,” she hissed.  Oliver let out a low laugh.

“Me?  Here’s the simple fact, kiddo,” he said, cruelty sparking in his eyes.   “Sure, I’m a sin against nature.  But what does that make you?  Half alive and half undead.  Hell, you’re a sin against everything, aren’t you?”  He stopped in his steps, tilting his head to the side.  ”And that’s why you should be dead.”

“I’m not the type to listen to people’s expectations,” the girl stated firmly.  Oliver raised a brow and looked around.

“So, where is your whore mother?” He asked.  ”Don’t you typic’ly hide behind her?”

“No,” Jezzy stated.  Then in a movement faster than a blink, she stood in front of him and swung a fist to strike him but he blocked and avoided, preparing himself  for another fight.

“What?  The mother hen deciding to let her kids to the wolves?” He stated.  ”Oh you’ll be dead tonight, that’s assured.”

“Doubt it,” Jezzy replied, moving quickly and striking him in the stomach.  Her hand pierced the flesh slightly but Oliver managed to move so there was no severe damage.

“Wanna play rough?” He hissed.  ”I can play really rough.”  He moved fast, gripping her around the neck and slamming her through a brick wall.  The members of the club watched as the dhampir rose up and the vampire walked through the destroyed wall.

“Now look at what you made me do,” he said coolly.  ”That’s going to cost a bit.”

“Not out of my book,” Jezzy said, moving quickly and tossing him over her shoulder and onto a few tables.  The glasses shattered and pierced his skin but he paid no heed, rolling over and landing on his feet as the girl flew at him for another hit.  He grabbed her and slammed her into one of the posts, causing it to snap.  She reacted quickly, taking one of the splintered wood pieces in her hand.  

Oliver gave a hiss as he took note of the object.  Jezzy gave a low hiss in reply, going to strike him with the wood piece through the heart.  He quickly avoided it and the pair moved about the club, a blur of motions and strikes.

Oliver landed a hit on Jezzy’s face, leaving scratches from his claws.  She gave a hiss and turned quickly, hand sinking into his side and managing to grab a rib.  Oliver snarled and grabbed her arm, removing it from her side and only cracking the rib.

“I will destroy you!”  He snapped at her.

“Not if I get you first!” Jezzy replied, raising the splintered wood up.  Oliver saw the strike coming and moved, only to be impaled on his shoulder.  He backed up and glanced at the wood and the wounds he had.

Now would not be the time to continue.

“Later,” he hissed.  ”Next time you will be dead.”  And with that, he vanished.  Jezzy let out a sigh, realizing her own injuries after the adrenaline high.  She sank down to the floor.

At least she got her point across.