<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/da/02/44da02de48f15ffc107a76c1a4ab1885.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/24/2a/13242ae1af66355a7f5673b408a7b1f2.jpg)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Alley by the Maelstrom bar<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>Tuesday night ---> Wednesday, July 5 | Wee hours of the morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Ohhhh fuck (more violence)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah Weaver<hr/>Why didn't the mundie just go on her way when Ksenia shouted at her? Sure, it was that kind of strained shout laced with concern and all, but if anyone else passed a back alley fight they tended to just keep on going. Now not only was the Shadowhunter in the middle of wrangling a hungry vampire but also trying to protect a very mortal, very vulnerable mundane girl who was about to get in the middle of some messy hard-to-explain shit.<br/><br/>Before Ksenia could bellow another warning, the vamp pushed past her slightly winded frame. She growled contemptuously and reached to grab the back of his receding shirt when he practically glided past and closed the gap with inhuman speed. He pounced on wayward Delilah and she was like a branch breaking in a strong wind under his preternatural strength - not enough to snap bones but she'd be sore in the morning. Like a pall he covered the mundane and his hands planted on each side of her shoulders to pin her down. The vampire hissed impatiently as he drove his face toward Delilah's pale neck with gnashing fangs, a sickly copper scent being almost consuming about his presence.<br/><br/>Though before he could push down to make purchase with his sharp fangs into pliable flesh, his head wrenched up unnaturally into the shadow of Ksenia straddling behind him. He shrieked defiantly against Ksenia's overt struggle to hold him steady with white knuckles fingers clenching his blessedly long-ish hair. The fistful of the vampire's mane proved enough grip to help Ksenia steer his face up to the side and his neck protruded at the awkward angle from the Shadowhunter looming above and behind him.<br/><br/>She grunted with effort as she plunged her combat knife into the vamp's neck. The blade was blessed with a fire rune etched into the metal; far more subtle than setting a vampire alight, and all together less messy work. Screeching, the vampire lashed out his arms but he was all sloppy in his frenzy and scraped down Delilah's leather jacket a few times. With another sound of effort, Ksenia shut down his bodily protest with a final twist of the knife in a visceral churn of ghostly flesh. The vampire's raspy hiss turned to a sizzling gurgle... and nothing.<br/><br/>Ksenia panted hard as she withdrew the knife, then immediately made a huff while she took a knee beside the probably traumatized mundane. Quickly, her strong lean arms pushed the vampire off as all her attention diverted to the young woman while the vampire fell off to the side, reduced to ash soon after.<br/><br/>Gentle probing fingers wrapped up around Delilah's forearm to help her up. "Hey! Hey, you're good. He didn't get you." She tried to speak reassuringly but the words came out a bit too clipped and hasty. Simultaneous roving of her cool eyes slid up and down the mundane's front to check for any errant nips but the only blood on them seemed to belong to the rogue vampire. "Just..." Ksenia looked sidelong at the vampire's ash pile then back to Delilah. "Let me help you up, okay? Here, take my hand." She nudged with the digits already encircling Delilah's wrist.