"Martin, you ass!" I called with a groan as I struggled up to a sitting position.
"Shit, that was supposed to kill you," Martin called from up on the ledge, kneeling with his elbows resting on his knees.
"So that was on purpose! You broke my phone!" I tossed the shattered device across the room.
"Mighta been. Snitches get stitches," he said plainly. Couldn't argue with that. "Guess I gotta come down there to finish the job."
I shot him a smug angry glare.
"Jokes on you! You can't kill Dracula!" He frowned at my declaration, and his eyes lit up.
"You wanna bet?" He stood and disappeared back over the ledge.
"What are you doing?"
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, Stomp
My eyes went wide. I had made a grave error.
"No.. no! NO!" I cried, throwing my arms up to shield myself.
"FROM THE TOP ROPE!" He announced, leaping from the ledge.
"NOT THE TOP ROPE!" I begged to no avail.
Martin fell six stories, and delivered a People's Elbow with absolutely flawless perfection into my sternum, killing me instantly.
"My god!" The Longhorn sorcerer leading the ritual cried, being the only one able to recover from the sight before them. The rest had either collapsed in horror, or fled the room. "He's killed him! God as my witness, he is broken in half!"
Kek,
F'in Hilarious,
goddamn do I love the People's Elbow
This is a quote from the story, right?
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A stake to the heart kills the vampire. An elbow to the ribs kills the soul.
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Very soon, yes.
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Thank you, genuinely.
I was worried it was too much all at once, not nearly enough, or was too stark a contrast for what I'd already done, but no takesies-backsies means I could stop worrying and move on to what comes next.
…from that fact that on this date in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer's table.