Post by B.B. Hood on Feb 15, 2007 4:02:48 GMT -8
The frail werewolf struggled to remain conscious, laying in a pool of its own blood as it stared up at her with pleading eyes, eyes which once reflected the terror of countless victims now filled with terror themselves.
"P-Please... spare me... I can't let it end like this..." It managed to plead, blood gleaming off of its sharp fangs as it spoke. She put a finger to her cheek in thought. "Hmm." She taunted, glancing over at the small dog at her side, which looked especially cute with the red ribbon tied around its neck.
"What do you think, Harry? Should we let it go?" She asked in a cute, playful voice. The dog yapped in response, waggling its tail as if to answer. Se nodded and smiled, looking back to the decrepit werewolf at her feet.
"Well, your pelt is only worth three thousand dollars, hardly a trifle these days. So I suppose..." She rambled off as she began to dig around in the picnic basket she had over her free arm. The werewolf looked with interest, its hopes growing high. Those hopes turned to dread as she withdrew her hand, now holding a handgun.
"I suppose it'll have to do, though. Sigh..." With no sign of mercy, she placed the barrel directly against the werewolf's head, pulling the trigger as the gun shot blast echoed through the still night air. As the werewolf fell in a slump, its eyes devoid of any trace of life, she let out another sigh.
"Sigh... hardly even worth the cost of that silver bullet. We need to find bigger game than this, Harry. And leave these small fries to the lower class hunters." She whined as she inspected the still smoking barrel of her weapon. Harry barked and wagged his tail in response.
"P-Please... spare me... I can't let it end like this..." It managed to plead, blood gleaming off of its sharp fangs as it spoke. She put a finger to her cheek in thought. "Hmm." She taunted, glancing over at the small dog at her side, which looked especially cute with the red ribbon tied around its neck.
"What do you think, Harry? Should we let it go?" She asked in a cute, playful voice. The dog yapped in response, waggling its tail as if to answer. Se nodded and smiled, looking back to the decrepit werewolf at her feet.
"Well, your pelt is only worth three thousand dollars, hardly a trifle these days. So I suppose..." She rambled off as she began to dig around in the picnic basket she had over her free arm. The werewolf looked with interest, its hopes growing high. Those hopes turned to dread as she withdrew her hand, now holding a handgun.
"I suppose it'll have to do, though. Sigh..." With no sign of mercy, she placed the barrel directly against the werewolf's head, pulling the trigger as the gun shot blast echoed through the still night air. As the werewolf fell in a slump, its eyes devoid of any trace of life, she let out another sigh.
"Sigh... hardly even worth the cost of that silver bullet. We need to find bigger game than this, Harry. And leave these small fries to the lower class hunters." She whined as she inspected the still smoking barrel of her weapon. Harry barked and wagged his tail in response.