The night time is the right time....(Meaning even moar vamps)

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[She's sitting with her rifle outside, it has been taken apart and she's cleaning it. But it's rather dark, but she can see it just fine. She doesn't look to be in a good mood either.]

How am I supposed to keep this from the Colonel? Kind of hard to explain why I can't stay out in the sun for too long... [Ya, she's muttering to herself.]


(OOC: I couldn't help myself...had to do vampire!Riza.))

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[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

Certain reasons beyond my control. [She puts the rifle back together and seems to be holding herself back from doing something.]

[siehatdornen]

Oh.

*Blink.* I was going to say it's kind of dangerous around here at night, but it looks like you know how to use that thing, ma'am.

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

I'm one of the reasons why it's dangerous to be out at night.

[siehatdornen]

...why do you say that?

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

Because of this. [And in a flash she's standing behind her] I can smell your blood. It's hard to hold myself back.

[siehatdornen]

*Her hand goes to the belt under her shirt where her pistol is holstered.* I-I-I'd really appreciate it if you d-did hold back.

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[She quickly grabs at her wrist] You see, I'm having a hard time doing that.

[siehatdornen]

*She pulls the gun out and spins around as best she can to aim it at her, but the expression on her face is quite obviously terrified.*

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[She grabs the end of the gun and twists]

[siehatdornen]

*She tries to keep her grip on the gun, but it hurts her wrist and she has to let go.*

*So it's the next best option for self-defense: Screaming.*

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[And that doesn't help at all, she just covers her mouth. Can't have dinner screaming.]

This won't hurt much...and you won't be turned.

[siehatdornen]

*She continues screaming, muffled, and tries to jerk her wrist away and kicks at one of Hawkeye's kneecaps. She's already well aware that being bitten won't turn her, so that's of little comfort.*

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[She winces a little bit at the kick, but still holds her tightly before pulling her close.]

I'm sorry...

[She says softly before bending down to bite]

[siehatdornen]

*The screaming softens into whimpering as she's bitten. This is not fun.*

[midnightsniper.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't take a whole lot, enough to regain her control before letting her go and then running herself.]