Long time no see (GISELLEXLARS)

[vagus32000]

If there was one thing Adam didn't really care much for it was casinos. They were all too loud, too brightly lit up, and too crowded. He hated meeting Jon here but the billionaire insisted on it and being the good businessman that he was Adam dealt with it. To the outside world he seemed to be enjoying himself and for the most part he was. Jon was a very friendly guy and the tall, dark haired wolf enjoyed listening to the man's stories. It helped drown out the noise of the one armed bandits and all the other things. The Bellagio was opulent but in Adam's mind the casino detracted from that. However this was Vegas so what did one expect?

After about an hour or so Jon decided to cut the get together short and left Adam alone sitting at one of the roulette wheels. Dressed in his black business suit, rumpled as always despite his otherwise well groomed appearance, Adam kinda stood out. Not many suits walked around that weren't employees of the hotel. He watched the ball land on some number that wasn't his, he wasn't really paying attention anyways so it didn't matter. Regardless the nice sized stack of chips before him was proof that even so, luck was mostly with the wolf. Only one other person, a fat man a few years older than Adam's 33 candles, 34 come September actually, had as big a stack as Adam's and the man had zeroed in on the wolf as his rival. He pushed a stack of chips onto Red 36. Adam pushed an equal stack onto Black 33, why not try and win the man's money? Not like he had anything better ta do anyways. The ball fell, and rolled around.

[Giselle Audley]

"There," Giselle uttered below a whisper, her lips barely moving. She gave the slightest nod in the direction of the black jack table and the dealer. The two vampires stood shoulder to shoulder near the roulette tables. The end of their arduous journey was in sight.

Giselle never wanted to come back to Vegas, not after her last unpleasant trip. Yet here she stood, in this accursed casino during the daylight hours decked out in a black trench, skinny jeans, elbow length gloves, thigh high leather boots, blonde wig, sunglasses, face mask, and fedora. Without any one of these blessed garments, she'd fry. Lars was covered up similarly. On her person was a pocket knife. Lars had his gun. He went everywhere with the firearm, but this was the first time Giselle carried a weapon with her. She remembered a time when a set of fangs used to be enough. That time was no more, and a knife would have been a great help the last time around.

This was Giselle's second time in Vegas, and it was definitely going to be her last. Lars and Giselle were here for two nights, then it was promptly back to Paris. This was their second day, and the hour of their mission: pick up a package from one of the blackjack dealers, bring it back to France, and deliver it to a condominium in Versailles.

How did she get roped into this? Her late husband owed a few favors to the mob around here. Giselle didn't know the exact details of Jack's relationship with them, but apparently immortals were indespensible, even if they were dead. Last time she was here, the news of her presence spread like wildfire. Jack knew a lot of people, he made quite a name for himself. Giselle came for the sole purpose of paying off Jack's loaners, then. She definitely wouldn't have, but she received too many promising threats. During her stay, Jack's harem of tramps caught wind that Jack was dead, so all of them attempted murder on Giselle. For this reason, Giselle and Lars were incognito, armed, and heavily dressed. In addition, masking Giselle's notorious red hair was a blonde wig, and both the vampires had a bluetooth in their ear in case they were separated and needed quick contact. Surprisingly enough, Jack's "buddies" in the mob discovered last that he was no longer alive and kicking. They sought to contact Giselle before she left, but by the time they traced her to the hotel she was staying at, she was already long gone.

The mob eventually tracked her down; they had demands of her to fulfill. Since Jack could no longer be of service to the mob, his duties fell to the person who killed him. This person was actually Lars. Somehow, Lars's part in Jack's murder became known to them, and Lars got a nice piece of the promising threats that could not be ignored. Giselle wasn't going to let him go alone, so here they were, collecting a package. However, little did they know, the mob had ulterior intentions for the vampires that murdered their best man. Little did they know, this was all a set up, and more than half of the casino-goers were specially trained hit men to eliminate vampires. And they were only waiting for the black jack dealers signal to eliminate.

Giselle slipped the duffel into Lars's hand. He was the one that needed to get it, Lars had the secret word that would enable him to get it. This was his job, and most likely Giselle wouldn't be allowed to receive it.

((I hope I made this interesting and fast-paced enough. A lot of brain storming went into this. Just for you, Adam.))

[Ellie]

Lars was only a tad annoyed. Okay more than a tad, he was thoroughly ticked off by this whole trip. It went against everything his gut was telling him, everything his street sense screamed. He knew better than to do this. This was the stupidest thing he could possibly be doing as the situation had it. Sure, he was given threats... but anyone knows, especially if you weren't in alliance with the enemy, to always take their threats rather than to comply. Lars would be much safer taking threats in Paris, familiar territory, than be here. In Las Vegas, unaware, not knowing anyone, and practically defenseless. It wasn't smart, and it wasn't safe, he had no clue why he hadn't tried to protest the trip further, or why the audacity of the trip hadn't sunken into Giselle. Lars knew something was up when he heard the package had to be picked up during daylight. His every alarm was set and ready for shit to hit the fan, every muscle in his hand ready to grip his .45 and let all hell break loose.

Lars hated his attire, and the sun. He was hot and uncomfortable in the many layers, shirt, hoodie, and trench. His face stung from only having a cap and aviators to protect it from the rays, the meager shade not doing much. He was pretty much wet from sweat underneath the clothing... thank God it was practically sunless in the casino.

And just to put icing on the cake he had to wear the piece of crap Bluetooth. It worked fine and all, he just despised it... with passion.

The flowery duffel was in his hand as he made eye contact with the blackjack dealer whom was supposed to trade off whatever the hell it was. Lars sighed through an open mouth, setting toward the man with a leisured pace. Every thought as to what he would be receiving bouncing through his mind. He surely didn't want to be stopped for drug possession at the airport. It wouldn't be a huge deal, considering he didn't care too much what got on 'his record' anymore, but it was a hassle he didn't need.

Lars slid up to the inactive table, tapping his fingers along the plush card-top. "Unicorn..." he started, eying the dealer oddly, shaking his head slowly, "ass fuck." Seriously. What kind of fucking mobs was Jack into.

Just then, though, the dealer's lips turned up, his hand going up and then coming down sharply, a signal. Lars dropped the flower patterned duffle and in a flash is gloved hand had the shining gun out and a bullet was in the dealer's chest.

A blur of other men in dark clothing flashed before Lars's eyes, the civilian customers to the casino ran rapid it seemed, all getting the fuck away from where the gun shot came from, and the man who had the said gun in his hand. But before long it wasn't just Lars who had his weapon out, that much he could tell. But still, he didn't know where exactly to shoot next.

In his loss of blank stare someone had come up behind him, one hard hand forcing his chin up violently as a knife was held to his neck. The assassin didn't hesitate to draw the blade into Lars's skin. But Lars had already lifted an arm, his elbow up and the gun upside-down to put a bullet in his skull before he could finish the job.

After the man behind his crumpled to the floor Lars made it a priority to answer his Bluetooth, "It'd be a lovely time to get a room again, don't you think?" he panted, his free hand grasping the deep wound in his neck, unsure where exactly to go. Lars didn't exactly have time to think though, as some other mob member sent their own bullet into his torso, "Fast please!" Lars managed to wheeze out through the pain, tossing another bullet at the seemingly human shooter who'd tagged him.

001. COUNT 660 002. MUSIC Brand New
003. NOTES !!!!!!!SAVETHEMADAM!!! lol. 004. ATTIRE x sexy

[vagus32000]

Black 33, Adam won again. Smiling he decided to cash out, it was time to go. He had more important things to do than push his luck at the table. Gathering up his chips he got up and started making his way over to the window when he heard a gunshot ring out. Instinctively he fell to his knees, his Beretta 93-R clearing leather as he did so, the chips falling to the floor around him, forgotten. The wolf's mind was now on survival. What was going on? Was someone trying to rob the place?

Another shot rang out. It was coming from the black jack tables he determined. Staying in a crouch he headed in that direction, using the one-armed bandits as cover. He stayed as close against them as he could so as not to be tramped under the mass of hysterical people running for their lives. Peering out from behind his cover he spotted someone he hadn't seen in a long time. Lars, and he was in trouble. Even though he was looking at his friend Adam caught sight of four other gunmen in the area of his vision. In a heart beat he made his decision. He didn't know why Lars was under fire, didn't know that the casino was owned by the mob. All he knew was that a friend was in danger and needed his help. Taking aim at the nearest gunman Adam sent a tri-burst of lead into him, stitching the man from chest to head. The 9mm rounds knocked the man off his feet and sent him back wards, his gun going off into the ceiling. As soon as it registered in his mind that the man was dead the wolf immediately sighted in his next opponent. Another tri-burst, two in the chest and one shattering his face, killed the man. Two left.

Adam was about to sight again when a blast from a sub-gun caused him to duck behind his cover, debris from the slot machine flying all around him. He quickly took stock of his ammo. He had used 6 of the 20 rounds in his clip and had one spare. Aside from his silver and gold highlighted pistol he was weaponless. Hopefully it'd be enough to get Lars out of here. Taking out the entire casino was not an option in Adam's mind.

(Aw, I feel special now)

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle watched Lars's procession with feigned disinterest. She kept her head turned to the side, making it appear as though she were looking away, but kept her eyes fixed on him behind her sunglasses. This was either going to go very well or very badly. She heard the word spoken, and before she could snort from amusement, the dealer raised his hand, and chaos ensued.

She reacted immediately, refusing to let shock sink in. She'd have a nice freak out and hissy later. Giselle pulled out her knife and went right for the closest hitman when his gun gave him away. When she looked up for Lars, she couldn't find him, having lost him to the clamor.

Civilians were fleeing the premises, sirens wailed, squad cars were flying down the street just as the casino went into lock down mode. No way in. No way out. Mobsters were racing around, discarding coats, removing their weapons, and congregating to the area Giselle rightfully assumed Lars was. Her lover a target, she didn't like this one bit. The first impression a disguised Giselle made on these guys was a strange looking innocent, but her cover was blown once she didn't make a move to get out of there, and started sticking her knife up these goon's necks. She made herself a new target, splitting the mobsters Lars bound in half.

There was too much pandemonium to try going directly to Lars's side. He'd be fine with his gun, and she'd be helping him better if she took out some of the men before they got near their target. She found herself surrounded by assailants. One came from behind, put her in a headlock, and held her in front of him while the rest fired away. The face mask didn't enable Giselle to use her fangs to bite, and her knife was wrestled away. Nothing went through the vampires mind, no plan of action, she turned off strategy and fought savagely. Kill now, worry later.

She freed herself and focused on eliminating the tight ring of large men with guns around her. She grabbed for one's gun with supernatural speed and bashed his head in with it. She took shots at their heads, aware that some were wearing bullet proof vests. She relieved the dead of their weapon and fired off two at once repeatedly to give herself space.

Somewhere behind her, she heard more gunshots, but from a different area in the casino instead of where she presumed Lars to be. Either these dopes were firing at each other, or there was a third party on their side. Giselle took down a few more men with her newly acquired weaponry, and more rushed in to take their place. There were so many of them, and they just kept coming. She was getting tired, her torso was reduced to swiss cheese, it was aching, and she didn't know how much more of this she could take. The one thing that kept her going was thinking about was condition Lars might be in.

Giselle hurtled one of her weapons at one who was charging her, guns blazing. With her free hand, she reached into her pocket and punched the speed dial for Lars on her phone. She retrieved a pistol and continued blowing holes through oncoming foe's brains. Lars answered on the sixth ring. He didn't sound good, but luckily he wasn't incapacitated. "How are you doing? ... Your neck? Aweh fuck. I'm on my way." Giselle couldn't scan the room for too long before the human hit men advanced on her from every angle. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of a silver boot, she was on the move.

She stayed connected with Lars, "They keep coming, their numbers are increasing. The casinos on lock down, I don't know how to get out, maybe if we--" the putrid, but familiar scent of wolf invaded her nostrils. "Yeah, I'm still here. Remember Adam Vagus? Well, he's here..." and sure enough, the werewolf himself was also battling his way in Lars's direction. Giselle finger whistled shrilly to get the dog's attention. "Adam! Regroup with Lars!" she ordered superiorly. "Lars! Stay where you are, Adam and I will meet you!" she barked into her headset. Thank God for wireless technology.

Giselle cleared a path to her love with fists, legs, and guns. She cussed at the sight of this throat. The werewolf joined them. The three stood back to back in a circle, "Alright boys, we're not going down without one helluva fight. Adam, shoot anything that moves, rescuing trapped civilians is not an option at this point. We work our way out in a circle. If any of you run out of ammo, get a gun from the dead, don't waste your time re-loading. Adam, you and I have Lars's back, he'll need the most help, he's the prime target. If any one of us go down, the remaining two must compensate for the loss. Do not go with the 'no man left behind' shit. Our priority is to get Lars out of here. If I go down, leave me, the same goes with you, Adam. On my mark!" Giselle fired off her orders like a drill sergeant would, and the wolf would do well to obey her.

The trio was being surrounded. Giselle was waiting for the opportune moment to set her plan into action. Then something strange happened. All the mobsters came to a complete halt, as if they were signaled by someone to do so. The men on the inside kept their guns trained on the trio, but didn't move. They were waiting for something.

The insiders began shifting in a spiral formation, and were soon replaced by men firing up flamethrowers. A circular wall of fire was pressing in on the vampires and werewolf. Giselle's eyes widened to the size of U.F.O's. Flamethrowers she didn't anticipate. In an act of desperation, she made one last order, "SCRATCH THAT! ADAM, GET FURRY AND GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

((C'mon Adam. I'm challenging you. Let's see what you got))

[Ellie]

Lars didn't hear most of what Giselle said over the mighty blasts of his gun and the ones around him. He caught a few words, enough to know that something she said was in regards to the werewolf, Adam, Lars assuming he was here, or else she wouldn't have brought him up. Her last order to stay where he was left him moaning aggravated, a pain in his throat in the process.

Staying in one place was difficult when you had men going to kill you coming in from all sides. Lars had previously just kept moving as fast as he could, gunning down or punching the lights out of anyone who approached him too closely. He took her word for it though, and grabbed a hand gun from a man on the floor, the ammo still full. Lars ducked and rolled himself under a pool table the mob men all trying to follow. Lars's main plan wit the action was to be able to slow the men down as they tried crawling in after him. It worked, to say the least, and Lars had wiped out at least 15 from that time alone. Bullet's lodged into their faces immediately after they had poked their dumb heads under to see him.

Lars tried to keep it up, figuring this was his best defense against the swarm. However, he soon forgot about his rear end, and felt a hand at the back up his blood drenched neck. Another palm came down in front his his wound, malicious fingers digging into the nasty slit, ruining it further as the hands pulled him out from under the billiards table. "FUUUCK!" Lars let out in a hideously venomous scream from the shear pain, one could barely make out the profanity.

His limbs flailed slightly from the rush of pain as he was dragged out, whatever mobsters were left running to finish him off. But of course, Lars wouldn't have that, especially since they'd successfully pissed him off past his last limit. The ever present stinging pain in his neck drugged him with adrenaline, causing his fists to fly, his body and weapon just mindlessly doing whatever harm to anything it possibly could.

Lars saw Giselle, or Giselle's disguise rather as he raised his head from his most recent kill. Possibly the most brutal kill out of the whole casino. The man who'd shamelessly dug his sausage like fingers into Lars's neck lie on one of the billiard tables. The other mob men had nicely watched stood back when Lars had twirled around and grabbed the fucker by his collar and mercifully lammed his temple against the metal of the table before Lars plunged his mouth for his neck. To Lars's dismay, though, the man had already been in a daze when Lars quickly resurfaced, spitting out flesh, a gapping mess of blood and muscle left of the now dead man's neck. Lars's mouth tasted of blood, he was satisfied and let the man fall to the ground, a big eye sore for the rest, as he lept up onto and over the pool table to join the other two.

He went back to back with the two, who were in much better shape than he could wish to be. Lars spent no time with greetings toward Adam, he left that for later, if there was to be a later. And Lars would be damned if there wasn't one. Now was no the time or place for hellos, plus, with the way his vocal chords were damaged from screaming and obvious injury, Lars wasn't so sure he'd choose to let out his masochistic side now to say anything.

He simply relished in the small ounce of downtime, between Giselle's barking of orders. Orders he knew he would never follow. If Adam went down... well, they'd definitely hold him in the highest regards, but if Giselle fell? Well then, there was no question or argument in Lars's heart that he'd just leave to save his own blood stained hide, that thought was ridiculous.

Lars panted as he leaned against what seemed like Adam's back. Giselle wasn't that tall.. or that big for that matter. He caught his breath raggedly, now realizing how painful it was to feel the cold air run through his severed throat. Taking in more self realization, Lars came to the conclusion he'd either sweat enough to fill a swimming pool, or that his clothes, all the way down to his white cotton shirt were stained crimson. Probably both instances, to be truthful.

Lars lifted his two acquired pistols at an arms length, pointing at anyone of the Unicorn Ass Fuck Mobsters. Of course... they probably weren't called that, but it wasn't like Lars really cared about upsetting them. They had infact all stopped, causing for Lars to be majorly confused.

Until of course the flame throwers.

At that point Lars abandoned all vendetta, shoving it down into his pocket for some other time.

He'd get those fuckers all back for his neck at some point in his hopefully long-ish lifetime.... maybe. They owed him some fucking cash for him to repair a few tattoos that they and their 'best man' had successfully ruined. A few slits to the neck.... some point blank shots to his torso... yeah, quite a few pieces of his precious body art were trashed; blotched with pale, healed skin.

But at the moment, Lars turned around, catching sight of Giselle's eyes... as equally as large as his own, and gripped onto the back of Adam's shirt with one hand like... well simply like his whole fucking unnatural life depended on it, his pistol pointed in the front of the trio ready to gun down any thing that got in Adam's path.

Shirt turn to fur, shirt turns to fur ... Holy FUCK! Shirt better fucking turn to mother-fucking FUR!!

"Fucking MOOOOOOVE!"

[vagus32000]

"Live for nothing, or die for something. Your call."

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This was getting bad and Adam didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure that out. For every one of the gunmen Lars, Giselle, and him gunned down two more mobsters took their place. They were like cockroaches Adam thought as he put a tri-burst of lead into the sub guns owner, ending that threat. He took out five more then slammed home a fresh clip. Peeking out from his shelter he saw Giselle running to Lars who was now on the table. Thinking he was out of his mind, that he had no business joining them out in the open like that Adam got up and ran to join the duo.

"I gotta be crazy," Adam said leaping up onto the table and turning his back to Lars."You two may be bullet proof but I'm certainly not." He could feel Lars leaning against him and he knew that he had to do something. Seeing the men stop suddenly, Adam knew something was up. They had them in a vulnerable position and out numbered and out gunned them. They had to have something nasty in store and they quickly showed their hand. Flamethrowers, man these guys were serious and knew their stuff. He had to wonder about that too. How did they know all about vampires? Adam filed that question away for later. Right now he had more important things on his mind. He had to get Lars and Giselle out of here, now. He listened to Giselle's orders. Yeah, like hell he was leaving them behind. Neither one of them was gonna be left behind, even if it cost him his life. That was the way Adam was, he always put the lives of others ahead of his own. Even now, with the reassuring weight of the wedding ring on his finger, Adam didn't put his life ahead of others. No, if they got out at all it'd be together. "Like hell I'm leaving any of you behind," he shot back with a tone that was every bit as authoritative as the vampire's. "You're both getting out of her safely even if I gotta rip off your heads and drag your pieces out of here. No one is left behind on my watch so deal with it." He nodded when they both ordered him to shift. Yeah, it was time to let the dog out, see what he could do. He pulled out his car keys and removed his wedding ring, shoving both into Giselle's hand, giving her a look that said she had better not loose them. He then shifted, silver fur shooting out through his clothes as he fell onto all fours. Standing four feet tall at the shoulder Adam was a massive wolf and he grinned a little when he saw the shock in the mobsters eyes. Either they had never seen a werewolf before or they weren't expecting to. Didn't matter for it gave Adam the time he needed to wait until he felt sure that BOTH of the vampires had a good hold on him. He then took a running leap off of the table, sailing over the mobsters, laughing a little as he heard one get knocked down by what he took for granted was due to one of his passengers. He hit the ground running, not losing a beat, using every bit of cover he could to protect himself while not slowing down. His friends could take the damage but he couldn't. All it took was one bullet hitting the right place and he'd be done for. He could hear the mobsters guns going off, bullets sailing all around him. One or two found their mark but he ignored the pain. He had the lives of his friends in his hands. Fucking up now wasn't an option.

Figuring that they'd have all the exits covered Adam hit the stairs. Running up two flights before hitting the hotel hallway. As he expected it was clear, for now. Barreling down it he spotted an open door. YES! Luck was on his side. Racing for it he ran inside and across the room, heading to the window. "This is gonna hurt,"

he thought as he jumped up and smashed through the window. Glass and wood bursting out along with the silver wolf and his companions. He yelped in pain as he slammed onto the hard concrete on the sidewalk, his right fore paw twisting in a way is wasn't supposed to. Ignoring the pain as best he could he made a mad dash for his car, the black Bugatti Veyron Linea Vincero in sight. He would of tried to make a run for it but even if he hadn't twisted his paw, he worried about the sunlight entering through the bullet holes of the vampire's clothing. No, they'd all crowd in the two seat Bugatti. He wasn't taking that chance.

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Lars and Giselle {TAG
Hope I'm up to snuff with this one {NOTES
ELLIE of CK {CREDIT

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle and Lars were both high strung and panicked. Vampires and fire... it wasn't a match made in heaven. Giselle got a good grip on Adam's back as well. She braced herself to be jerked around violently.

Before Adam shifted, she exchanged a tormented glance with Lars. Adam voiced his defiance to her 'every man for himself' order. She knew this would not be carried out between herself and Lars, but if it was Adam who fell behind? Giselle genuinely regretted it, especially since Adam held them both as friends in the highest regards and worthy enough to risk his life over. But she and Lars were on the same page; if Giselle had to choose Adam or Lars to save and Lars had to choose Adam or Giselle to save, the two lovers would both leave the werewolf to fend for himself. Adam would be the only wolf Giselle would feel guilt ridden over leaving behind. She loathed his kind passionately, but he was alright. This in itself was a huge compliment to him, and he ought to feel honored by that.

The circle was closing in on itself, growing smaller and smaller. The heat was horrible. Giselle's eyes watered and she cringed into Adam, as if she could make herself smaller. She turned her face away from the staggeringly garish light of the licking flames and set her eyes on Lars's own.

Giselle took Adam's possessions and stuffed them in an inside pocket of her trench. The next thing she felt was his body quivering, and then fur shooting through her fingers. When he was on four paws, Giselle clambered onto the side of him, leaving the other side for Lars, and gripped his neck. Two bulletproof vampires protecting his vital organs would be sufficient to ensure the escape was as painless as possible for their furry companion. Giselle allowed herself a good look at the flabbergasted mobsters. She gave them the smuggest expression which they would remember to the grave.

Adam was bounding over their heads and away from the flamethrower wielders. Giselle couldn't have felt more gratitude toward him even if she tried. She used one hand for clutching onto the wolf and the other to defend him from the bolder of the group who actually made a move for the wolf. Giselle steadied herself when he landed, and then he was tearing it out of this damned place.

A couple bullets slipped past the vampires. To her amazement, the pain didn't affect Adam's performance. The animal was flying up a staircase. Giselle hung on for dear life, shuddering at the thought of what would happen if she were to lose her grip.

She anticipated his next move when he headed for the open door. She glanced at Lars. Unlike her counterpart, she didn't have a problem with falling. But the idea of it happening without knowing how high up they were, where they would land, what they would land on, and what the sun may do to exposed fragments of flesh sent tremors of fear through her body and turned her blood to ice. She was actually dreading this.

Giselle turned her face into the werewolf's fur and tensed every muscle in her body. Adam launched himself though the window, there was the sensation of falling, and then the smash into the sidewalk. Adam took most of the impact, but Giselle was affected as well. Three of her ribs broke. One punctured a lung, and the other two went through and out her torso. Thick blood blossomed under her trench, and the nub of the bones poked through it. Having never suffered this form of injury, Giselle was grimly shocked to discover it hurt like a mother fucker. She tried to move, and it only worsened the break. She shrieked violently, the grating noise was coiled in agonizing, unbearable pain when her body spasmed by it's own accord.

The wolf began a breakneck lope. Unprepared, Giselle very nearly fell off. With the adrenaline, utter panic, and a punctured lung, she couldn't catch her breath, and was uncontrollably hyperventilating. She bit down hard on her tongue to hold back tears. Every footfall and breath was tormenting to her broken body. Adam's gray fur soon turned crimson from her blood.

The sun was starting to take it's toll on the exposed bones and skin. Giselle writhed from the hot nipping, but otherwise kept a firm hold until the blessed car came into sight. Adam came to a screeching halt at the passengers side. Giselle let go of the wolf and fell with a sharp cry on the concrete. She fumbled for the keys in her pocket and punched the unlock button fiercely. While Adam shifted back, she hoisted herself with a grimace toward the middle of the flashy vehicle and made room for Lars.

((OMGADAM! That was *amazing* you blew me away! Bravo! I knew you had the potential to do that!))

[Ellie]

Lars clung onto Adam's fur, simply burying his face into the silver. His wounds were deep and frequent enough to have caused excessive bloodloss. Lars was drained, and ready to just abandon his efforts and let the wolf carry him to wherever. Of course, Lars's body and Giselle's too were living bullet proof protection, at the vampires expense, but still.

Lars forced himself to glance up, holding his gun on Adam's ever moving shoulder. The pistol rang out a few times, sending down enemies in their way. As much as Lars tried to shift himself on the animal's back so the gun wouldn't rang directly in his ear, it was at no avail. Every time he tried to wiggle himself sideways he lost his grip.

Once more Lars tried to move himself to a more tractable position. His tattooed finger's however, began sweating on the one tuft of hair they had their grip on previously. Lars's eyes closed shut as he clawed for more fur, his gun hand slapping around Adam's large neck furiously to try and stay on at all costs.

The vampire's bottom half began slipping soon after his top was more secure. Lars didn't have much room to move to as Giselle was also clinging on. He moved his leg around Adam's back the other leg searching for some where to cling onto.

In all the clamor going through his mind on simply staying on, Lars had lost focus as to where they were going, not like he cared, so long as it was more clear of mobsters.

But out a window Lars was totally unprepared for. He glanced up at the shattering sound, his aviators protecting his eyes form the bright rays before them. His fear of the falling sensation was not present in his mind, not when survival was on the line. Lars did grimace however, and lost all contact with the wolf somewhere mid-fall.

Lars landed hard on his side on the pavement. He laid there for a time, pulling his hoodie in around his face as blood from his neck stained the concrete. He could have very well curled up and slept... or died right there and now. But a few gunshots from the broken window rang out and bounced off the pavement, causing for Lars to roll himself over and search with tired eyes around for Giselle and Adam.

As he moved he could tell much more damage was done to his body, his torso was in as much pain as everything else it seemed. The arm that he'd fallen on, in which the now hundred ton gun was held in ache like mad. Lars changed gun hands before firing two shots toward the broken window... in vengeance, for show, whatever you wanted to make out of it, a body fell on the concrete deader than a doornail.

With panic, Lars saw Adam sprinting toward a parking lot. His eyes showed his dismay, and he glanced back to the casino building as he started off in his own run after them. Two black mob cars rushed out of the parking garage after him, Lars simply kept running.

His gun was nearly out of ammo, and his body screamed at him to stop all movement, but the car in which Giselle and Adam had stopped at was too close now. Lars fired absently at the bottom of the cars, taking out one of the tires. He sent three more bullet at the other car's windshield. Lars didn't care to know if he had aimed his target, or the glass had shattered too much to see trough, but the last of the cars ran a head on collision with one civilian car.

The Bugatti was only a few yards, feet away now. With a very sudden halt Lars touched the sun heated rear end of the vehicle. He was ready to collapse on it, something, anything. All his mind would process was the ability to rest, and nothing else. The sudden stop in motion had his head whirling, but he could faintly hear more mob men making their way toward the car.

Lars pented up enough energy to crawl into the heavenly tinted car after Giselle. He threw his gun on the ground, now completely out of ammo, and used his good arm to close the car door. His hands went for his long coat and ripped the front buttons out trying to get the warm and blood soaked garment off of him with faint effort. His lung panted vigorously once the coat was open, exposing a new very crimson hoodie.

His eyes were closed as his head rested against the window frame. Lars's thoughts were clear, his head empty as he slipped from consciousness.

001. COUNT 782 002. MUSIC Brand New
003. NOTES Drive them to wherever Adam, boo 8P 004. ATTIRE x sexy