Scrape! Scrape! Ssssscraaaaaaaaaaaaape! The sound of metal on stone was almost unbearable. The man in the tan suit hung from the roof, his claws slipping an inch every couple of seconds. "Ohgodohgodohgod." Blake whispered as he looked up into the feral eyes of the vampire above him. With a superior smirk, the vampire kicked the claws and Blake began to slip, but hit against the wall with his feet, his claws retracting with a flick of his wrists. He soared through the air, flipped, and then landed (not very gracefully), in a dumpster. He lay there for several seconds, the sheer force of his landing crushing everything by about a foot. He slowly crawled out of the dumpster and fell to the floor, smirking up at the vampires, then took off running as they leaped from the roof, deploying his claws again.
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