AMBUSH!

A Story of Osemlaun

by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

She drifted slowly against the slight headwind, looking down at the few bright specks below. Certainly the early morning drizzle had reduced her prey, but all the better. Those that were out, they were most often alone, far from any help. Pulling one wing slightly towards her body she skidded across the sleeping city, headed for a large park and the predators who hid within its boundaries. As she traveled she thought of the young nurse she'd caught last week, rushing across an empty parking garage, hurrying for the safety of her car. Her blood had been so sweet. It had been to bad she'd fought so hard. She'd been pretty, before Osemlaun's blood-lust had taken over.

A single heat source drifted among the parks buildings and statues. Osemlaun licked her lips, it was feeding time. Pulling both wings in she dove, aiming slightly ahead of her target on an intercepting path.

Silver Star's danger sense screamed suddenly. Spinning around he searched for the source, almost too late he realized it was above him. Throwing both arms up he tried to block the things attack, but mass and velocity teamed up to defeat him. Osemlaun's kinetic energy was more than enough to topple the cyber-armored hero. Even though she was only two thirds of Silver Stars size. Even less his mass.

Rolling off her target she landed on her feet, shaking her head. 'What the...' she thought, Whatever she'd hit, it hadn't been flesh. She staggered as a bright flash bloomed before her. Almost, but not quite blinding her. Barely having time to dodge the form that flew at her, spinning to face the direction her foe had gone.

“Damn” Silver Star cursed into his open throat mike, 'It's got some kind of flash protection.' He'd hoped to blind the thing. "Archer, Angel, it's in the park" he screamed into his radio. An instant later Osemlaun's form slammed into him again. He heard a crunch as a wave of pain rolled up his right arm. 'Through the ARMOR?' he thought, rolling on his back while kicking at fur and wing. There was a grunt, but whatever it was remained firmly attached. 'Oh shit' he thought, 'and this was my idea!'

Osemlaun's teeth had punched through the tough steel armor, small holes that leaked bright fresh blood. With a giggle she started sucking greedily, ripping at the hateful metal that stood between her and her food. Another flash caught her completely unready, causing her to stagger back, blinded this time.

Silver Star rolled away from his attacker, weak from primordial fear. Fear that had almost consumed him when he'd realized that this creature was drinking his lifeblood. Another flash attack had been his only hope, he was too close for his other weapons. Staggering to a standing position he activated his nightsight... Nothing... 'Where is it' he asked himself as he searched the area. Stone cold statues and trees were all he could see through the rain. Seconds ticked by...

"I can see you now" Angel informed him. "I shall be with you in a moment."

Silver Star smiled, holding his arm. Bloodloss was getting to him. His wounds although small, had been deep and he couldn't stop the bleeding. There was a soft rustle, a smell of cinnamon then Angel stood beside him.

"Let me" she whispered, placing a milk-white hand on the armor over his wound. Words came from her and the bleeding stopped. "We must away this place" she warned as she withdrew her hand. "Rest you need, the danger is too... Arggh" she screamed as a black flapping shape enveloped her, a well aimed kick knocking Silver Star away.

Staggering back he fell in the mud, stunned at the suddenness of the attack. It took precious seconds to trigger his laser. Ruby red streamed from his good arm, the other weapon having been disabled in the first attack. Shocked, he watched as blood red pulses splashed away, somehow being deflected by the flapping wings. Then it found its mark, there was another scream, a deep throated woman’s scream. The form stood, wings unfurled... "My God" he whispered, taking in the seductive form.  

Osemlaun stared at the sitting man, cursing. Her shoulder burned where the beam had suddenly found its mark. With a final curse she turned and ran. With a sudden leap she was in the air, a silver tipped arrow just missing her face as she twisted into the wind. "Back I be will" she screamed. "Mine is she now." Seconds later she was gone.

Archer carefully turned Angel's blood splattered form over, torn flesh on her shoulder marked Osemlaun's attack. She moaned, her eyes fluttering. "Away we.. must" she whispered. "Haste..." Archer nodded, easily lifting the Priestess's delicate form out of the mud. Looking at Silver Star he sighed in exasperation. "Can you walk?"

"Have I a choice?" the other replied. Grunting, he pulled his damaged armor from the muck, turning to follow the now running Archer to their transportation. An apparently ancient, rust covered school bus.

Osemlaun drifted high above the three, licking the blood from her hands. The armored knights blood had been strong, rich, but it was the woman’s blood that she now wanted. Even minutes later the power still flowed through her. That woman was a danger, she could kill the mad demon-woman. But her blood was like a narcotic. As Osemlaun turned away she began devising a plan to capture her. Capture her and turn her into a milk cow for her own, long, sweet pleasure. But first, first the knight had to die.

Silver Star was busy studying his damaged armor when Brighteyes came in. "How is she?" he asked the feline woman.

Brighteyes looked back at the closing door. "Sleeping. As far as I can tell her body has healed fully, it is, I think, the shock of her attack she has to deal with. We'll know more by morning." She picked up a piece of armor, small puncture holes and thin scratches marked the once smooth ivory-pale surface. "Strange" she commented, "She either punctured it, or had almost no effect. Your laser just flashed off her wings? Even when you finally hit her you just burned her? What are we dealing with here. Are we in over our heads?"

"I don't think so" the man replied, reaching out to move a lock of amber hair from the furred woman’s face. "She's almost as slow as I am, and you run rings around me. No, I think we're up against a professional. Someone who knows how to fight, and when not too. I noticed she dodged Archer's silver arrow, so maybe that's her weakness."

Brighteyes pulled Silver Star's bare arm against her cheek, purring slightly as she inhaled his scent. "Silver arrows, stakes and garlic. Sounds like a bad Wally Wood movie doesn't it. If it wasn't for that nurse I found last week." She shivered, letting Silver Star pull her against his muscled body, "She started on the left shoulder.... And ended halfway through her belly." She shivered again. "Hold me?" she asked.

High in an empty, half forgotten observation tower Osemlaun settled into her nest of stolen pillows. Even now, hours later she could still feel the warmth of the blue-clad woman’s blood. Its still lingering power now flowing through her veins. She sighed, even with only a partial meal she was somehow content. A laugh suddenly rang in the huge empty chamber. "I'll have her" Osemlaun cried, "I'll have her as my very own. Forever!"

On a bed in the Dragons hidden base, a blue clad woman suddenly sat up, eyes wide in the darkness.