[ He expected her to attack, but he also expected her to be far more emotional about it. Their first encounter had thrown him, with how cold she'd been. But he'd managed to tear that to shreds in the intervening months. Replacing that cold and ruthless teen hunter with a girl terrified of him. She'd been so scared of what he'd done, she wouldn't even speak of it. So he was more than a little confident.
He fell for the feint. A split-second mistake he realized when the stake wasn't in that hand. He gave her the opening she needed. The stake slams into his chest, into his heart. And in an instant, the fight goes out of him.
He drops to his knees, curling forward, his hands clawing at the stake. But it's too late. As if the thing were red-hot, his skin and clothes start to blacken around it. Embers spreading out from the wound. His head rears back and he lets out an unholy roar of pain as the strange heat seams to spread through his chest.
His face transform. At first it seems as though it's turning more monstrous. More teeth, black eyes, pointed ears. But as wound seems to be cracking, tendrils spreading up to his neck, it becomes all too human. More so than the vampire had ever been. It's subtle, but his features seem to soften. All of the anger fades as he looks at her, his face starting to crackle.
Smoke and embers seem to be consuming him whole. He manages to speak a few very soft words, as a bloody tear escapes the corner of his eye. ]
...I'm sorry, Allison...
[ He is consumed, collapsing into an ash so fine it seems to dissipate into the air immediately, leaving behind nothing but a thin smoke and a few fading embers as the stake clattered to the floor. ]
[Monday Spam]
He fell for the feint. A split-second mistake he realized when the stake wasn't in that hand. He gave her the opening she needed. The stake slams into his chest, into his heart. And in an instant, the fight goes out of him.
He drops to his knees, curling forward, his hands clawing at the stake. But it's too late. As if the thing were red-hot, his skin and clothes start to blacken around it. Embers spreading out from the wound. His head rears back and he lets out an unholy roar of pain as the strange heat seams to spread through his chest.
His face transform. At first it seems as though it's turning more monstrous. More teeth, black eyes, pointed ears. But as wound seems to be cracking, tendrils spreading up to his neck, it becomes all too human. More so than the vampire had ever been. It's subtle, but his features seem to soften. All of the anger fades as he looks at her, his face starting to crackle.
Smoke and embers seem to be consuming him whole. He manages to speak a few very soft words, as a bloody tear escapes the corner of his eye. ]
...I'm sorry, Allison...
[ He is consumed, collapsing into an ash so fine it seems to dissipate into the air immediately, leaving behind nothing but a thin smoke and a few fading embers as the stake clattered to the floor. ]