I instantly shift my path left, away from the door and toward the hated drywall construct, where no enemies are currently blocking. The enemy reacts by raising their guns to firing position. A purplish glow emitted from the barrel of the leader's AK, powerful enough to remove the bluish hue from before, as a bullet prepares to propel itself down the enemies gun.
A distraction. I need a distraction!
I close my eyes while running, the world once again going in slow motion. I search inside myself, namely the pit of my stomach. Then the walls of my stomach, the esophagus, and a bit of the small intestine. I breath deeply, then remember to search my lungs. I briefly panic, noticing that none of these things are working. Then I remember that I am a vampire, who's organs do not work properly. Then I remember that I should still be panicked because of that 'guns pointed at me' thing, and that I still have my eyes closed. But looking inside myself allowed me to remember something more...
Burning passion
Chemical reaction
Fire pun
Fire Guns!
The Dead Dancers
Corpses moved only by passion
Fire in their hearts.
Firearms in their hand.
It consumed all they are
and pushes them forward
to all they will be.
Ever forward
Ever higher
They are pushed
By this fire
The path behind
and below
Has been burned
So much they know.
The fire is the light
of the hearts alight
brightening the darkness
without ruining the
frilly dress.
From your heart....FIRE DANCE!
The super-long, super bad poetry required for a new dance dances through my head. For some reason, it feels like this poetry is so horrible that this being forced on me can only be divine punishment. What could I have done to deserve such bad poetry? I have been a good catgirl. Did I devour an entire orphanage in a past life or something? Maybe there is something controlling me....something that does deserve such bad poetry for an unthinkable reason.
The poetry is so bad that it distracted me from the fact that my face was starting to heat up. My pale skin, from what I can tell, quickly turning a pinkish red as the air in front of me starts giving off heat waves. Finally, I realize what is happening. I narrow my sanguine eyes, looking past the three enemy vampires toward the charm door. I take a deep non-breath....
I exhale carefully, sending a jet of fire toward the charms in slow motion. Really slow motion. In fact, all this thinking and shooting probably took a fraction of a second. Anyway, the jet of fire looks a bit like the water shot from a water gun. A really thin stream, with a few flickers of flame diverging from the main jet. It isn't very big, I couldn't continue exhaling for more then a fraction of this slow motion time. I don't think it will have much combat application, even against vampires, and doubt I can do that again for a while...but it is kind of pretty.
Suddenly, as the jet makes contact with the charms, the world returns to normal time. I continue barreling forward at the speed of an unencumbered person, toward the wall as a strange scent fills the air.
"Incense..." the Leader stated to herself as smoke began pouring from the door like a smoke grenade, the paper quickly going up in flames. The smoke has a bluish glow, just as the talismans themselves had, while the AK's light seemed to have been stolen from it.
"....This incense....we must retreat." she finishes, lowering her gun back to suitcase position as her other hand covers her nose and mouth. The other suits follow suit, and all three back away into the smoke vanishing from my sight.
Meanwhile, the wall gets closer and closer to me. I lower my head (obviously the most useless part of my body at this point...) and crash straight through it, the drywall dust coming up on all sides. I continue my charge in the same manner, going through the second set of dry wall just as easily as the first.
"Oh Nya!" I state on instinct, having come safely through the other side. Before I can brag about my destructing to the drywall behind me, it suddenly closes as if I had never been there!
"Welcome. We predicted your arrival, and have prepared snacks accordingly. Do not worry about your enemies, we shrine girls know how to keep them out." A voice states. Sitting in a wooden chair directly in front of me was a young lady in a miko outfit. She had the pale skin and reddish eyes that all vampires seem to share, with the addition of long white hair tied in a complex pony tail behind her. Next to her side, leaning against the wall was a traditional Shinto shotgun, the Mossberg 500. Seeing as I still have no memories not related to bad poetry, don't blame me for not knowing Shinto traditions. In any case, in front of her was a card table with a fancy tea set on it, with four glasses already poured. Inside each teacup was a kind of dark-red liquid with a large amount of steam coming off of it.
Meh. Too long to edit. Will totally fix any mistakes later.
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