At last it was time to begin his walk back to the Oyster Bar. He didn't know why, but suddenly Scott wanted to wear his kilt for the occasion. He chan...ed quickly and set off. He arrived about ten minutes before official opening time but it was almost as if the old woman had been keeping an eye out for him and she ushered him to a seat, taking his order."So, laddie, I can sense there's something about you, aye, I felt it the last time you came. I can tell you have this Scotland in your soul and. What I hadn’t quite counted on was the fact that an astral form would feel the helmet differently than a physical one. As I emerged from my own skull, I smashed into the helmet as if it was an incredibly solid wall. I jerked backwards, smashing my head into the other side of the helmet, then collapsed downward. I sprawled in the air, with my head nestled against my own junk, and groaned quietly. Getting teabagged by yourself did seem to fit my mood.“Did it work?” Ali asked.Yeah, I said.. "What's a Darkstalker exactly?" I prod her for answers, My fear of her rapidly decreasing. "Darkstalkers are evil, They thirst for blood. We call them Darkstalkers because they never appear during daylight." She explains. "Wait, So a vampire?" I ask. "I don't know what that is, But you may call them what you wish Anthony." I love the way her voice is, The way her tongue pronounces every syllable of Anthony. Suddenly I feel a sharp burning on the back of my hand, I turn around and see that. Seeking an early advantage in this contest before it started, she proceeded to peel off her catsuit, exposing nothing but a black G-string underneath. She had elected to remove her clothing with the expectation that her actions would garner enough moral support from the onlookers so that psychologically it would prove to work in her favor. She stood there in the cage amid the noises coming from the crowd outside, staring at Dark Angel hard with a piercing expression.As for the Dark Angel, she.