<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>At work - Maelstrom Bar<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Wee hours of the morning - still dark out.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Being attacked, nbd<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia<br/><hr/><br/>At this point Delilah was used to breaking up bar fights and this wasn't the first she'd be interrupting in the alley after work. However, as she approached closer, it suddenly became very clear that this wasn't like any normal fight. The moonlight caught the glistening of something between the two bodies, and with her hypervigilance, Delilah noticed it was some sort of weapon. She opened her mouth to curse the two of them out for taking their little bar fight too far, but before she could, the woman fighting the man was punched in the gut, freeing the man from the wall where he was pinned.<br/><br/>Once again, before she could speak, the woman was telling her to get out of here. Delilah raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding why this stranger was so pressed about Delilah being here, the tone in her voice telling her that this was of concern, not of anger for interrupting. Too confused to react right away, she never did get the chance to run, because suddenly the man was on her.<br/><br/>Delilah put her arms up in self defense, planting her feet as firm as she could, but this man was strong. Stronger than any she has encountered before. The momentum knocked her to the ground, the impact causing her breath to escape from her lungs, and all she could do was try and push on the man's chest as he leaned over her with an open mouth, hissing with an inhuman set of fangs close to her neck.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>