Skateboard Ramp Blueprints

NB : no fairy and no Bill has been abused during the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people (I WONDER WHO) is purely coincidental. For absolutely no reason this story may be considered as an incitement to violence. The authors are also most myths of this land.

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Pam and Eric Raistan reached the corner and stood poised to attack, Pam with his sword raised in front of him, certainly Raistan ' other weapon that the hands and teeth.
Eric spread his arms and legs and squeezed the hilt of his sword in his right fist almost to be splashing out from the skin tendons. With a sidelong glance intercepted the bar Sookie, who until then had hardly uttered a word, apart from some short-run and cry softly cry.

- Eric - she said only.

He turned to look at her, while the crowd of do-monster encircling advancing more and more, producing a kind of deafening screech, like a thousand angry crickets.

- To ... ... favor. kill me - she added, her voice distorted and made unrecognizable by suffering, fear and injury to the mouth and throat. - Do not ... let ... me ... again ... take
- No one will twist more than a human hair. Trust me - he replied, and then was forced to look away from her face for the fairies.
These, like responding to a silent signal, they launched a strident yell in unison and all sprang forward, as many small remote-controlled toy soldiers, opening their mouths much more voracious than the normal laws of physics could afford. Eric seemed strange fish repellent.

Within a split second, Pam, Eric and Raistan found themselves wearing at least three, four fairies each. Eric
speared it just a couple with a sword, driving the other with punches and kicks violent the Pam did the same. Raistan, without a weapon, if he was going through worse. Three fairies were attached to his legs with their mouths, three or four arms and tried to bite the others were crowding upon him, armed with small daggers, silver, and he had already killed a tearing his head and now he was biting the other blind, but could not shake the other off, which seemed to have stuck to him like flypaper.
Eric Fan the sword in front of him in a couple of deadly blows that opened literally in the middle three do together, as if they were butter, then shouted in a loud Raistan item name and offered him the sword, which the Dutch seized at the hilt with a speed and skill dictated for decades and decades of training and furious battles. He used to vibrate a shot in the chest, which reached a fairy, whose body is wrinkled at once, and another who beheaded a second, and staining around the blood stream of a dense and purple that flooded for the most part.

Pam is defended with equal ferocity, using the sword with surgical precision and biting mercilessly every time a hand or foot squamous came within reach of the mouth. A fairy high no more than a child of seven years against the rushed before he could shield himself and bit into his left shoulder, clinging to her as a climbing plant carnivorous. He screamed and his immediate reaction was to give up the sword and grab the monster with both hands to try to scrollarselo off the latter, however, did nothing but bite deeper, digging into the skin with the claws of Pam . Raistan saw her, and wiped out a fairy with a blow, the assailant Pam speared with a click of the arm, then pull out the limp body from the blade with a kick.

- Thanks - Pam croaked, taking the ground to retrieve the sword that one of you was already trying to snatch.
- Not at all - he muttered Raistan without even looking at it, but the stridency of the fairies covered part of the answer.

The three vampires had formed a sort of semicircle in front of Sookie, knowing that if she had been attacked would not have survived, had already been reduced as he was dying.
Eric, who was without a sword, was already covered with bloody bites. He realized that they do not heal quickly as they should and burning in so hell, but forced himself to disregard the pain and keep fighting. Defending himself with his hands, feet and teeth, had already killed a good number of you, when a group attacked him at the same time, covering even the view. He roared, furious. He heard a whistle.

- Eric!

The sword, from Raistan arrived while spinning on itself and the Eric caught it located only through the hiss produced. With a swing of his hand, wiped away her attackers, emptying into a second space around him in an explosion of blood.
The fairies were now left in a few began to retreat slowly to the cemetery in the middle of bloody stumps that had become the floor of the room.
Pam kept a hand pressed against his left shoulder, hurt by the bite. His mouth was dripping blood and strands of meat.
Eric ended up with a fairy and a leap he assaulted another who tried to cut and run, dropped him with all his weight and forcing it to land between your knees. He decided to remove his whim to kill her biting her neck, instead of a sword. He did it slowly, because now three, four fairies remained no longer posed a danger, and sucked fully dense and sugary nectar that came from his throat as she screamed and waved weakly increasing. Drained the last drop and then raised her face with a guttural growl of rage and primitive satisfaction together. Then he looked at Sookie, who had been crumpled in the corner and was watching him in turn. He got up, tried to clean up the chin as best he could and went up to her.


Raistan, meanwhile, was hounded Lisbeth, by circling the sword from hand to hand with sadism. She had foolishly cornered by one and it exploded in laughter acid, getting closer and closer to her. Lisbeth retreated finishing with their backs to the wall.

- Please do not hurt me ... Raistan - squeaked.
- Please ... please ... do not know the meaning of these words, you know? You were very stupid to come back - he whispered with a grin, grabbed by the throat. She saw his face and his body tremble and rearranged from a squamous amphibious voracious and girl naked and delicate as a flower.
- spare me ... I beg you - whined - It's me, your Lisbeth ...
- Trick very, very unhappy - he Raistan, and planted the blade of the sword between his legs, impala.
She screamed hoarsely and stiffened, but he was not dead yet. Keeping it pinned to the wall with one hand on the neck, drew his sword and shooting it with his tongue covered the bloody knife, without ceasing to look Lisbeth. Then he dropped the weapon on the ground and slipped his hand between her thighs now free, and experience. The soup drew blood. The fairy
launched a series of shrill cries like a bird of prey and tried to free himself, but threw the Raistan on the ground and jumped on him, biting the first where the sword had penetrated, then on his stomach and finally to the jugular.

And that was the end of the fairy named Lisbeth.

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staring Sookie Eric, covered in blood and marked by a series of crescent shaped bites, was advancing toward her. When he was closer, she drew back even more on itself, like a frightened kitten.
Eric Crouch, conscious of having to deal with a human in severe state of shock. It was not exactly the most flattering in humans scared, but decided that it was a good time to practice. Moreover, if you were the last taken to his heels and a new quota could burst at any moment: you had run away and soon ....

- Sookie ... It's okay. It 's over - said a quiet voice, holding out his hand.
She trembled and stood watching the outstretched hand with eyes wide open, but after a while his face seemed to relax. Very slowly, almost grudgingly, his right hand moved away from the ball that his body had formed and moved forward until it meets the much bigger, Eric.
's cold , he thought he touched. Cold almost like mine.

Cautiously, he went even closer, holding the hand of Sookie in his. With the other, the hair pulled back, revealing his face dirty and wounded, swollen in several places.
- Pam - she said, without looking away from Sookie, almost hoping to enchant with the glamorous - Find something to cover it.
Pam looked around and saw in a corner, all rolled up, a black leather jacket very long and very familiar.

- Hey, Dutch. Do you mind if I borrow your coat?
Raistan lifted his mouth from Lisbeth's lifeless body.
- Okay, but not damaged, inglesina - replied with a smile.
- As if it had already reduced to a rag - she said, handing it to Eric and he took it, opened it and wrapped it around Sookie.

him up proved more difficult. He seemed to have lost control of his body and refused to disband the crouching position in which he was. Eric had to force to open my arms and slip them into the sleeves of his coat.
- and stop to watch, there were embarrassing - suddenly exclaimed, Raistan and Pam saw that they were watching the operation with great interest. Raistan turned away and began to whistle with feigned indifference.
Eventually Eric was able to insinuate his hands around Sookie and lift her arms, wrapped in the coat of Raistan like a cocoon. He looked at his two companions.
- Filiamocela - he said.
as they race to race out of the infernal house of marzipan, Raistan paused, went back inside to retrieve both the sword and ran out again.

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ran as fast as he could, through forests, hills and small streams, following the tracks left by instinct to themselves when they arrived.
finally found themselves a few steps from the small body of water that was passing, crowned by "Bontemps Cemetery, surrounded by willows and magnolias similar to its corresponding ground. Eric continued to hold Sookie, intermittently conscious in the arms.
- Ok. And now? - Raistan said, hands clasped around else swords, approaching the water and watching her reflection. It was smeared with blood and so were the long blond hair, which had now assumed disturbing reddish hue. - We dive and splash around until we find the other side?
Pam looked at Eric.
- honestly - he said - I do not have the slightest idea.

shooting turned all three.
They had all heard the same thing: a crack suspicion from the bushes behind them.

The vegetation behind them began to vibrate and oscillate as shaken by a strong wind, then a multitude of fairies burst in the courtyard in front of the pond.
- but how the hell are these bitches? - Raistan snarled, reaching out a sword to Pam, at his side. Eric with Sookie in her arms, looked around frantically, knowing that he could not fight, the girl clinging to his neck like a lifeline. Then, the lake behind it emerged that the harpoon to strong arms and legs and dragged him toward the water. The Vikings lost his balance and fell backward, ending up submerged along with Sookie, he uttered only a breathless moan, before disappearing under water with him.

- Eric! - Pam screamed, realizing what was happening, but could not intervene, the fairies on land they had been assaulted and unlike its predecessors, were armed with bows and small curved daggers, so bright that it can not be any other material, if not silver.
Raistan swirled the sword almost blindly, spreading death among the ranks of creatures, from time to time, one of them could get attacked and growling, but he shook off if off like a big dog and its fleas . Bleeding from numerous wounds all over his body, but it seemed not to notice and hit, hit, hit, his lips stretched in a fierce grin.
- Eric Van Hoeck ... ... - stammered the vampire.
- I saw - he answered, then, at a moment's hesitation of their opponents, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her with him into the lake.
plunged, looking around in the icy water, beneath them, they saw the Viking who was struggling furiously to free himself from the power of the fairies, with Sookie still clinging to his neck, clearly low on air. Raistan swam fast to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to let go from the neck of Eric, but she responded by clawing with increased strength, lost in the panic that made her completely irrational. He would not have lasted much longer, sooner or later would be drowned and all that mess would be useless. Stupid, stupid man!

Something slimy and incredibly strong Dutchman is wrapped around the throat, then a terrible pain in the neck from the base spread throughout the body. A male fairy, enormous, had just stabbed with his dagger. She opened her mouth to scream, but swallowed the icy water and the lash of pain was renewed, at least until he was able to grabs the creature's head and to separate from the body.

not we'll ever drag us deeper and deeper. ... Deeper and deeper ... we will not not even the consolation of dying drowned, not us, float here forever ....


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