The Mighty Belthazor

The vampire laughed. "You're cute," she said. "Maybe I'll keep you around for awhile. But right now I'm hungry." She jumped at Blair, fangs bared.

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"Oh, the hell you do." Anders hadn't exactly been hoping for this kind of cold shower, but now that he'd gotten it there was no point in just standing around and oh, say, letting people get EATEN.

Hoping he wouldn't hear it for unnecessary violence later on, he lowered a shoulder and charged, hoping to knock the vampire out of the way.

. . . the topless thing was distracting, but not that distracting.

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The vampire was knocked off her feet, but quickly sprang back up. "Wait your turn," she growled.

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"Had mine," Anders told her, wiping blood from his neck. "You got this one, Winchester? I'm gonna go see about Bel over there," he called, sprinting toward where a chained-up Bel was still getting hungry looks from two more 'dancers.'

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Blair had stumbled when Anders had knocked away the vampire and he had just gotten to his feet, rubbing his knee. He looked between the vampire and Dean for a moment.

"Um...I don't suppose either one of you are up for solving this with hugs?"

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"Hug this," the vampire snapped, making a rush for Blair, hoping to get him between her and Dean and his rather deadly looking makeshift stake.

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Dean was closer to Blair and shoved him out of the way. The vampire was still diving forward -- momentum was such a wonderful thing sometimes -- and Dean simply held his makeshift stake out in front of him.

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The vampire ran straight into the stake. She looked up at Dean and gasped, "Bitch," before exploding in a cloud of dust.

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Bel? Still enjoying himself.

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Anders?

Not at all distracted by the view as he reached the spot where Bel was tied up.

At least, not distracted enough that he didn't think to splash one of the two vampires with some of the whiskey from the bottle he'd bought earlier just before tackling her and setting her on fire with his lighter.

This smoking habit might kill him someday, but at least for the time being it was coming in handy.

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Bel wasn't completely out of it not to notice what Anders was doing. The reason why may not have yet occured to him, however. "What are you doing?" he hissed, sad he had lost one of his neck nibblers. Then he saw her burst into flames and explode into dust.

"..."

"Oh."

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The remaining vampire wailed as her companion was destroyed. "You're going to pay for that!" she snarled at Anders, lunging at him.

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Anders had managed to fish his ticket stub out of his pocket along with his lighter, and waved it at her. "Um, hello, have you seen what they charge for admission?" he asked as he dove at her.

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The vampire tumbled to the ground, rolling with Anders as she clawed at him and snapped at his neck.

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Anders twisted just out of the way and flicked the Zippo open again. "Sorry," he told her as he spun the flint wheel and tried to catch the hem of whatever clothing she was wearing, "but I don't think dying was part of the ticket price."

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Too bad the vampires were all wearing flimsy highly flammable material. The vampire's outfit lit up immediately, and she shrieked in pain before turning to dust.

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Bel coughed.

"Little help here?" he said.

He would've facepalmed if his arms weren't still chained up over his head.

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"I don't know," Anders drawled, and lit up a cigarette. What, you thought he wasn't going to take this opportunity to ~~ogle~~ ~~admire~~ gloat a little? "It's a good look on you. Maybe I should just leave you there for a little while."

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"Besides," Dean said, walking over and looking at the claw marks on his arm, "I thought nothing could get the better of you demon types." He smirked. "You left out the part about unless they have fangs."

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"Serves you right, man" Blair came over, still rubbing his knee and gave Bel a glare. "Investigating a cult, my ass."

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"I didn't know they were real vampires!" Bel protested, flailing as much as he could. "It's just a Vegas show!"

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Dean snorted. "What -- the fact that they hung you from the ceiling and was treating you like a bloodsucking buffet didn't clue you in any?"

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"Just get me down!" Bel said sheepishly. "Please?"

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"Dude," Anders said as he reached up and started to work on the ropes, "you so owe us for this."

Not enjoying the view, nope.

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