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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Generation 2; Chapter 9: Onslaught

Victoria could smell alcohol on his breath. She felt a scream building up inside her, but couldn’t let it out. She knew how he got when he was drunk. He got violent. This was not good. Not good at all.


She felt Clyde grasp her shoulder. His fingers tightened suddenly and he whirled her around and slapped her across the face. Hard. She felt her skin split.
Now the scream came out. Victoria shrieked and Clyde jumped on her, pressing his hand over her mouth and grabbing her around the throat.
“Nobody… leaves… me…….. especially… YOU!” Clyde glared into her eyes with fire as hot tears ran down her helpless face.


Clyde viciously pressed his lips to Victoria’s, and suddenly she found herself filled with adrenaline. Not the good adrenaline she had felt before, but a sort of survival instinct that kicked in. She shoved Clyde off of her with a terrified sob and fell back on the bed as the blood she was loosing started to catch up with her.


“You little pretentious bitch!” Clyde yelled as he launched forward, pinning her to the bed and kissing her again. But this time, she couldn’t stop him. She was feeling weaker by the second.


She tried to kick and scream, but she couldn’t get away. It was no use. Just as her vision started to tunnel, the weight of his body suddenly lifted.
Through her tears she saw two glowing blue eyes behind Clyde’s surprised face.
“Aunt Belle!” Victoria shrieked, leaping from the bed.


Clyde tried to hit her, but with a swing of her arm, she easily threw him into the wall. Clyde let out a loud, guttural yell as he tried to pull himself off the floor.
But Belle had given into her primal vampire instincts. Even Victoria found herself frightened by her.


Fueled by her rage, Belle leapt onto Clyde and started ferociously hitting him until he stopped fighting her.
“Don’t… you… EVER… come near my niece again!!” Belle panted furiously. 


Clyde pulled himself off the floor and ran from the house. Victoria was still sitting on the bed, faint from blood loss and what she had just witnessed. Belle turned to her suddenly.
“Let’s get out of here. Now. I’ll get your ridiculous chest. Let’s go.”


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