by C. A. Hargreaves

Created on: July 15, 2009

Kiyla Fights Back

Kiyla was thinking very nasty thoughts as she tried to work her way out of being cornered. Not a good idea for anyone in a fight, to be corned. Especially not a lone female, even if she was a vampire. Everyone has a weakness after all.

Right jab here, left punch out kick there, it was no use she was surrounded. Her family would laugh at her even more if she couldn't get herself out of this mess. Hello! A vampire who fainted at the sight of blood. AND couldn't get herself out of a fight with some measly beefed up humans. Such and embarrassment to the family, or so she was constantly reminded of.

One of her assailants grabbed her around the throat from behind, and would have choked her if she had to breathe, one good thing about being a vampire, she didn't have to breathe. It just irritated her! Smashing her elbow back and up.

She was delighted when she herd someone grunt in pain. She was going to get herself out of this mess, one grunt, jab, kick or punch at a time. She could do it! Of course she could, they were only human after all.

Channeling some of her brother Patterson's calm, she used her senses to place where each of the individual attackers were. She was pleased that she had injured more than one of them; but still it wasn't enough to get her out of this mess.

She found each of their weaknesses and used it against them, and playing a little bit dirty, she kicked the nearest one hard up between his legs, where it counted. She had the satisfaction of seeing him plummet like a stone. He would be in agony for hours, but she couldn't apologize for that, after all they did attack her first.

How did she get herself in this mess? More importantly how was she going to get out of this mess?

She had been going to meet her brother at one of the clubs in town, one of her favorites; and instead of driving drunk; as she would be by the time she left the club, she had decided to walk. She had been busy listening to her music on her MP3 player, and not paying attention to her soundings...and here she was.

Great, just great! She had to get out of this without help, not that there was any help currently available. But even if there was help, she would hate to have to use that help.

Hey butt head, heads up! Kiyla yelled as she head-butted her last standing opponent, he dropped like a fly; of course she had used a lot of her extreme strength, out of annoyance, after all she didn't want to kill them, just knock them out so that she could get to the club and enjoy her evening.

She dusted off her hands and stepped on the attacker who was lying on the ground in front of her, her high heeled shoes digging into his back, making him groan. Kiyla just smiled and carried on walking.

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