[That's when the shrieking starts from the basement as the last three decide that they're done with the waiting game.
Derek hears them, glancing beneath him as he sheathes the sword. He knows he is not in the best position here. One vampire, one goon? He can handle on their terms. Three, with one of them possibly a master? Time to get back to the safety of the sun.
It's when he's climbing out of the second story window and onto the porch roof when he catches sight of something in the sky. Something bright and not quite matching with the clouds and blue and...
He makes it out, slides down the singles, and lands solidly on both feet as the first of the remaining vampires attempts to burst through the front door. But the sun is still up, although starting it's evening arc, and the creature, all teeth and howls and burning flesh, retreats into the house once more.
Derek only gives it a cursory glance before he starts to brush dust off of himself, returning his gaze to the sky.
Where Effy was standing.]
End simulation. Save at point twelve, five thirty P.M.
[He's still staring at her when the holographic images fade away.]
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Derek hears them, glancing beneath him as he sheathes the sword. He knows he is not in the best position here. One vampire, one goon? He can handle on their terms. Three, with one of them possibly a master? Time to get back to the safety of the sun.
It's when he's climbing out of the second story window and onto the porch roof when he catches sight of something in the sky. Something bright and not quite matching with the clouds and blue and...
He makes it out, slides down the singles, and lands solidly on both feet as the first of the remaining vampires attempts to burst through the front door. But the sun is still up, although starting it's evening arc, and the creature, all teeth and howls and burning flesh, retreats into the house once more.
Derek only gives it a cursory glance before he starts to brush dust off of himself, returning his gaze to the sky.
Where Effy was standing.]
End simulation. Save at point twelve, five thirty P.M.
[He's still staring at her when the holographic images fade away.]