“Guess he shouldn’t have blamed us for his murder”. “Yeah, always know your opponent… or victims in this case.” “Research is important…” They kept appearing then vanishing, appearing then vanishing as vampires do corralling him but he was too busy running for his life to realize it. “What do they call this these days, shimmering?” “Love it! Wish I could’ve pulled this off before. I spent a good part of my life doing an awful lot of running. This would’ve been an incredible skill to have when a patient codes. Being there immediately. Saving more lives…maybe.” He was heading toward an opening that lead into woods not that it would’ve helped him. “Oh, should pay better attention.” “I was.” He shimmered to the point the murderer was going to turn to run. “No you don’t. Going somewhere?” He collapsed to the ground.
“Now would be good a time as any.”
“Just a nibble like a mouse. You’ll be staying at my house.” She bit into his neck just enough to make a difference in his life… or you could say death. He would then be compelled to stay within the boundaries they set as they populated it with others just like him, you know, of his kind. “Who is this guy anyway?” Marie pulled his wallet out of the inner pocket of his very crumpled and torn jacket. “Nathan. Nathan Mastracchio. Cosa Nostra Nathan?” Her voice became soft as if speaking absent minded, “Cosa Nostra turned slayer. In either case not any more.” She handed it to Christof. He pulled out a considerable wad. “A night on the town dear? Bat mode or shimmer?” They stood outside their favorite pizzeria. “Bat mode! I’m tired of bumping into things…”
Arm in arm they entered the restaurant.
Prompt 3: An awful lot of running.
Prompt 5: No you don’t
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