Cross the line

Penelope was running around, getting lost in the mess and confusion of all the muggles. She looked around for one of the two men she saw before, and thought she saw one of them go into the House of Horrors.

Walking into the House of Horrors, it got extremely dark, but she refrained from using magic unless necessary, but still had it in her hand, in her pocket. Walking a little bit further in the house, she saw the corpse of a person in a vampire outfit on the ground, and a little pool of blood around their neck.

What is going on here? She thought to herself, as she ran further in, hopefully to stop this person, she heard some screams up ahead, then realised it was a house of horrors, and muggles were in there. All of a sudden, she broke out into a sprint, running further and further into the darkness.
 
Draven paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he focused on his sense of hearing. It took a minute to sort through everything that his ears were telling him: the sound of a child's laughter at the ferris wheel halfway across the park, the splash of someone's blood after the gunshots of Ravus' weapon, and then he heard it... the rapid clicking of a woman running across the pavement and the soft, but equally as quick, pulse of the woman's heartbeat.

Someone was following him. Quietly, he ducked into the heavy shadows of the far wall, his eyes glittering darkly in the half light as he waited.
 
It was getting darker, the further she went in, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, she had to use magic, she knew something was going on, but didn't know what, or why.

Taking her wand out, a little light burst from the tip of it, as she held it up in front of her, and kept walking further and further in, not looking left, nor right, just keeping her gaze straight ahead, thinking they may have fled.
 
Seeing the light a ways off, Draven pressed further into the shadows, waiting. For a moment his mind wavered between regaining control and giving in to the venom. The venom, of course, proved stronger. It roared though him, now, his veins shivering rapidly as the turned from blue to black, his eyes gleaming inmistakably in the dim light.

Clenching his teeth to bite back the snarl forming in his throat, Draven lunged forward on deathly silent feet and hooked his arm around the unsuspecting woman's throat.
 
All of a sudden, Penelope felt something grasp around her throat, and she couldn't breath. She had to think fast, and smart. She aimed her wand, and poked it into what was wrapped around her throat, and with all the concentration she could, given her situation, she silently cast the first spell to come to her head, which happened to be the Jelly Fingers Curse, and hoped that she got the persons hand, so it could work properly.

(In case you want to see what this spell does, though I'm sure you can probably guess, here is the link)
 
Draven chuckled darkly under his breath at the woman's frantic attempt to free herself. Her little spell might have worked had the situation met the proper criteria but her spell worked on hands and he had hooked his arm around her throat not his fingers.

"A bit of advice, for the not so wise," Draven muttered, reaching to knock the wand from the woman's hands, "Think before you cast a spell, because you only ever get a couple seconds to try and save yourself. Now the only thing you've successfully done is wasting my time."
 
Penelope was getting extremely scared, but she dare not scream. Tears began to stream down her face, she knew she was going to die, but didn't know what to do to harm her attacker.

She closed her eyes trying to think of a spell to cast, and she felt her wand get knocked away from her hands. Her eyes widely opened, and she began to freak out on the inside, she attempted to kick her wand towards her, but ended up kicking it further away.

At that point, all she could do was scream as loud as she could, and she did so, Wailing for help, hoping somebody would hear, although she knew it would be too late by the time anybody got there.
 
Having finished off the clown, Ravus left the tent and made his was swiftly though the crowds in search of his twin. He grinned maliciously as darted from building to building, enjoying the panic and terror that followed in his wake.

The venom pounded deliciously in his veins, giving the world a strangly icy feel to it. His pacience, however, was waning, especially now that they would have to draw their hunt to a close and he had little interest in poking around the fairgrounds just to find his twin.

His eyes glimmered darkly in the fading light as his lips drew back once again in a horrid grin. Without warning he threw back his head, jerking his blood spattered arms behind him like wings as a piercing, inhuman cry burst from his thoat.
 
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