Bite Me

Bitten

The gate to the cathedral was locked.

Melody bit back a curse as she shook the gate uselessly. There had to be a way in. There was always a way in. If you couldn't find one, you could always make one. She pressed herself against the gate, trying to get a better view of what was inside.

Or... lack of what.

There was no smoke from any fire. There was no screaming. There was no crying from a baby. It was silent and still

...this felt like a trap.

But for who? Melody pushed herself away from the gate before she could consider this too much. There was another path, leading to the side of the large church. She followed that, loading Alexi with the spare shotgun shells she had found as she went. Eventually, the path led to a small, worn-down building that looked like a gatehouse. Was there a backway through here?

The inside of the gatehouse looked untouched by the werewolf-caused devastation. The erosion and wear up the small set of stairs and into the room just looked like it was caused by time. Baskets of fruits and vegetables were stacked up in the corner next to casks while a wine holder took up a wall. More importantly, there was an elevator.

Melody headed for the buttons. Before she could press the up button, there was a chuckle.

"Well, isn't this a surprise!" She whirled around, shotgun raised defensively, raising a brow as the metal within the room started to float, scattering around the room. The next second, Alexi abandoned her hands, followed by her handgun and Swiss Army knife. The traitors. "I didn't know anyone was still alive!"

Finally, she turned her eyes to the male voice.

A tall man, dressed like a wannabe van Helsing, strolled from a small side door she hadn't noticed like he owned the place. Silver hair was tied back, dark sunglasses reflecting the light of the cigar he was smoking. He dropped the cigar and snuffed it out with steel-toed boots, smirking at her. "You must be pretty tough, outsider."

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked, a bit too off guard to do a proper friend or foe analysis. Why was he wearing sunglasses indoors?

He chuckled. "Nothing for you to worry about. Anymore." And then he was snapping his fingers.

And then something, too fast to get a proper view, buried itself in her liver.

Foe. Definitely foe-

Melody screeched in pain, gasping for breath as she looked down. The knife in her Swiss Army knife winked up at her. The traitor!

And that was when it clicked. The man, he was the one to cause this strange anti-gravity of only metal things. Usually, Melody would think that was cool as hell. Right now, he's used it to stab her so she's going to push that away.

"Mother is going to love you." Before she could ask, all the metal in the room started soaring in her direction. Shit.

In a burst of reckless fury, ignoring the knife currently in her stomach, ignoring the inner Sam voice in her mind screaming at her for being reckless and Ivy screaming "What the fuck Mommy?!", Melody charged. He couldn't grab her if she was moving. He certainly couldn't if she was tackling him unless he wanted to grab himself too, which Melody would accept surrender at that.

It was an idea caused by boldness and probably a bit of insanity, but it worked. Their bodies slammed into each other. The man went down cursing, grabbing the collar of her coat so she followed him down. They slammed into a basket of apples, sending the fruit scattering around. The metal encasing her body fell off and she pushed herself away, knocking her elbow into his face for good measure.