[[Well. Ty is kinda a jerk anyway. And sometimes when she has not wanted to reply to something, it hasn't really been that she outright wants to quit, but sometimes she just ends up procrastinating so long she can't remember her own charrie's name. o _o
Butyeah. You could say something like: ''Hey, I think we've developed this plot as much as it's going to without forcing out some horrible crap. How's about we finish things with style, and have a big showdown between the bad guys and the good guys, after which the characters may ride off into the sunset?
Or we could just nuke them.''
Ty did that once before. She thought things went well, considering she didn't nuke them in the end. o _o Well, unless you count seventeen bombs exploding at various points on the building they were in as nuking, in which case you need to get out more~
Pffft CHeese. xD You do know it's both, right? The main difference is American writers prefer the 'z', and British/European writers prefer the 's'. |D Kinda like 'colour' and 'color'. =3
Also. Ty dun feel liek posting for Baba Yaga again, so is gonna be lazy and have her die from Song's point of view. |D]]

I wasn't entirely sure what happened. One moment, the woman had been in front of me with her dagger raised above her head, and I heard the sound of something snapping and cracking. The next moment, she was on the floor several feet away, and Eddie stood in her place.
Even for the fleeting moment that he stood there, I could see how... damaged he was. His clothes were torn and he was bleeding everywhere, and there were scorch marks all over him. In an instant he was gone, before I could hold him in my arms, and he stood over the witch, whoever she was.
He first pressed the blade to her neck, and I could just about hear Eddie's voice, but no words. I was glad for that, actually. That voice wasn't Eddie's normal voice; it wasn't kind or caring or good at all. It was filled with hatred, disgust, anger. I didn't want to hear what he would be saying with that tone of voice.
When he stabbed her through the heart, I watched with a morbid fascination as black blood drained to the earth, and, starting at her feet, she seemed to turn to stone. Clothes and all, grey melted it's way up her body, until it was as if a statue had always been there.
I was horrified to find that the shadow creature holding onto me no longer seemed so light, but it too was solid stone. Breaking my arms away from it, the stone snapped and turned to ash, and I watched as the woman too turned to a pile of ash. All that remained of such evil; a pile of ash in the vague shape of a human figure, blowing away in the wind.
And it seemed the very wind itself knew of the evil of that woman, for it picked up in speed and force until it was near-gale force winds, scattering the remnants of the hag to the far reaches of it's grasp.
Shaking myself out of a daze I hadn't at first realized I'd been in, I looked up and over to Eddie, hesitating a moment at the ex
pression upon his face. That wasn't my Eddie.
Brushing such rash accusations aside, I decided no matter how his voice or ex
pression changed, he was indeed my Eddie, and he was hurt.
I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him, clinging on desperately tightly. I didn't want to risk losing him ever again, and I wasn't about to let him go.

[[Because Ty's Ty and Ty's posts are so Ty-like that you gotta love 'em. ;D Lol, probably best anyway. xD]]

Eddie seemed so tired when he rested his head on my shoulder. So tired and weak, and I still couldn't get over how hurt he was, and yet he was still standing. Me wrapping my arms around him like I had done had probably just hurt more than anything.
I stood there for I don't know how long, just enjoying Eddie being so close, trying to figure out where we could go that he could heal. I didn't know of anywhere offhand, and we were in the middle of a forest. There had to be somewhere, though. Somewhere I could take him that he would be okay.
Turning my head to look at him, I wondered how I would even get him there. He looked barely even able to walk, let alone do anything else. Stil, standing where we were was doing nothing, and we had to move before he got even weaker.
Maybe there was a way to make him stronger, though. What was it vampires needed to live more than anything? Blood. I just had to convince him to drink my blood, if things got that bad. Hell, if things got that bad, I would make him drink it.
''... Eddie...? Do you think you'll be able to walk...?''

[[Lol, Ty dun mind. <3]]

I nodded and started walking slowly, after picking a random direction. No way was he going to make it until we reached a city; I'd been far away from city's before, and you could usually see them, even if they were a few miles away, by the lights in the sky.
The fact that we could see no lights meant the nearest city had to be more than a few miles away.
''Eddie...'' I began, speaking quietly. He wasn't going to be happy with this.
''... Does drinking a person's blood always turn them into a vampire? Or can you just drink, and have them not turn?'' I was only asking him to bring him onto the subject slowly, and so he didn't argue. I remember having been bitten by that other vampire, and I hadn't turned, because Eddie had stopped it.

[[Trololol, Ty dun mind. <3]]

I gave up. There was just no arguing with him. It looked like I was going to have to make him drink my blood, after all.
Looking around, I reached down and picked up a sharp-looking rock, holding it up in my hand. Could I really do this? Intentionally hurt myself? If it was for Eddie, then I knew the answer already. It was, and always would be, yes.
''No, Eddie. I'm not going to keep going until you do this.''
Without another moment's hesitation, I quicky drew the stone hard from the center of my palm to the edge, giving a slight gasp. It wasn't so bad, but it gave blood, and that was the important thing.
''... I'm sorry.'' I said softly, looking up at his back and willing him to turn around. I didn't realize I was still holding the rock, and dropped it to the ground with a soft thud.