Angry girl smash…(WoD)

There was nothing like a good ass-kickin’ to clear your head and bring things into focus.

April grins, blood dripping from her nose and running down her chin as she rolls to her feet, staining her teeth red. Her opponent looks shocked; he’d hit her with a right cross that would have pole-axed a lesser woman, and April never thought of herself as a lesser woman. She’d rolled with it, using the momentum to spring back to her feet, and then fires a left jab followed by a right hook. As he reels backwards she steps into the movement and hits him with a spinning backfist, smiling as he falls to his knees. There was something just so damn… hot… about seeing them fall, the metallic edge of blood in the air as they scramble to their feet and try again to best her, hurt her, drive her down.

She runs her tongue over her teeth as she smiles. April never could explain why it did it for her. Why beating the fuck out of these guys turned her on as much as it did. She’d tried telling Sasha, her best friend since childhood, and the silly girl had just looked at her blankly, reached out and patted her hand as she smiled that sweet smile. April snorts and launches a roundhouse kick into her opponent’s midsection as he struggles to his feet. No, Sasha could never understand; she was too kind, too much of a romantic. She was waiting for her knight in shining fucking armor. She shakes her head in disgust as she watches the man on his knees in front of her, retching. How long would it be before Sasha learned that there were no rules that said those knights had to be nice guys? How long before she gave in to some douchebag looking for a quick blow-job who convinces her that he ‘really loves her’ just to get in her jeans? The red-haired ahroun gives her opponent a chance to get his feet under him before she hooks them out from under him and elbows him in the face.

April had no preconceived notions about nobility or love; sex was just that and anything more was a too much of a complication for anyone who had better things to do. She’d set Sasha up with dozens of guys, with the express purpose of getting the girl to do something, anything, for herself. Go out, have fun, get laid, and move on. Stop waiting for true love and just settle for a little fun, on her terms. No one said she had to marry these guys, no one said she had to even like them. But April knew that the longer Sasha stayed alone, the harder it would be to keep her from falling for the wrong guy when she did go out looking. She grins at her opponent as he lays prone in front of her, spitting teeth. Loneliness was a bitch.

Thinking of Sasha makes her sad. That girl is too good for this world, she thinks as she watches the stricken man roll onto his side and then onto his hands and knees. She’s too kind, too forgiving. Why, even after that bastard that knocked her up bailed on her she’d never said anything unkind or spiteful about him. All she’d ever told April about it was, "Some people grow up faster than others. I guess he just wasn’t ready. He wasn’t the one." And then April had gone and told Hawk about what had happened, because it sure as hell seemed as though Sasha was dead set on letting the whole thing slide. Letting the sneaky little fucker get off without any repercussions whatsoever. She eyes the man dripping blood into the sand in front of her. Yeah, that idea of that punk screwing her Sasha and then running off to go fuck some bimbo really got her right where she lived. It wasn’t as if he’d hooked up with Sasha for NSA(No Strings Attached) sex. He’d LIED to her. Told her he loved her. Fed the poor girl a line and then turned tail when the stakes got too high. She wishes she’d been the one to shoot the lying little cocksucker. That was the only thing Hawk ever did right, April thinks. Now, if she could just get Sasha to lighten the fuck up and have a little fun, without all the romance crap.

Not that she herself had any problems bumping uglies with guys she didn’t like or want to marry. April had broken her share of hearts(and bones) over the years. Beaten the crap out of a lot of guys, some of whom she’d even fucked afterwards. She chuckles to herself as she gives the man in front of her a chance to regain his footing. Yeah, some of them she’d given a chance to repay the pounding they’d received at her hands by delivering a pounding of their own. Most had risen to the challenge with the enthusiasm of true vengeance and she’d cut up their backs with her nails and screamed and made sure they never forgot her. She lets her opponent deliver a few hits, to let him feel a little better, then steps in and cleans his clock with a series of crosses and jabs, followed by a knee to the gut. She grins savagely as he collapses to his knees.

Nothin’ like a butt-whompin’ and a good screw afterwards. Absolutely nothin’.