Amazing. The second Angelique bounded into the kitchen behind Barnabas, Julia felt an unknown push from within take over her legs and was suddenly standing in front of him. Guarding him? No. She took a sharp breath in, staring down her opponent. Claiming him.

"Well, well! Look what we have here! The old bag's done a trade-in," the blonde jeered and looked pitifully at Julia's chest; "Hope you kept your receipt."

Before the tension could peak, Barnabas perked up and took a large gulp of air.

"I- I, for one," he stuttered, "I am fine with them being small. It is of- there is no concern-"

Angelique cackled as the ginger elbowed her 'savior' in the gut.

"Leave it," she snapped.

"I was just trying to..."

Julia's head cranked and her eyes pierced his as the sentence died the slow death she wordlessly promised to him. Barnabas smiled uncomfortably and shifted his weight.

"Oh come on, Loverboy," they turned attention to the witch stalking towards them, "gimme another kiss. Like the ones you used to give me all ... night ... long."

It was all Julia needed; she pounced.

Flew.

Propelled.

There was such force their bodies shattered the door into the pantry room and the women landed sprawled along the cobbles. Angelique clambered to her feet first, immediately mounting the vampress' frame and slamming her head into the floor.

Without hesitation, a deathly white hand gripped an iron bar from the rubble and swung with all its strength.

The sound of her head shattering was both repellent and thrilling.

Why the bloody hell not, eh? TBC. - Dee