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Don't know if it will come to a military draft though.

I've never watched them. Never wanted to. And I don't have the type of friends that do that. We do more horrible pranks and stuff. I threw a snake on a friend of mine once. She has never forgiven me.

lol Much cooler. And it didn't mess anything up. It has to be an epic battle before the Second is actually killed. He is after all a couple thousand years old Force vampire. It'd be disappointing to end it so soon. ^_^
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The Second's presence is gone once more, leaving not even the faintest trace. Like he hadn't ever been there to begin with. But his voice... he's still there even though George can't see or sense him.

"Well, you've got a few tricks up your sleeves, boy. I'll have to be more careful," he growls. "I've grown cocky killing off weaklings. They were no challenge... but you..." The Second's voice trails off and George feels darkness swirling in the room around him. Was he preparing for another surprise attack?

A shift in the Force. There! No... wait.. there?! It is impossible to tell. It seems like... he is everywhere.

"You lost your only advantage, Jedi," his voice returns with a hiss. "I won't be caught off guard again!"

A movement behind him, too fast for George to react to. Pain shoots across his chest as he turns, only to find the Second is no longer there. The haunting chuckle seems to vibrate down to George's very bones and he turns to find the Second sitting atop a pile of rubble, licking dripping blood from his fingers with a long, pointed tongue. A hungry gleam shines in his eyes.

Blood seeps from the laceration across George's chest. It wasn't deep but it was enough to cause the Jedi a small amount of pain and it had given the Second the taste he needed to fuel his frenzy. The Second swings his legs with a bit of glee, finishing cleaning the blood from his fingers.

He was toying the Jedi, waiting for his own anger and hate to get the best of him. Waiting for that one simple slip up. And when he did... the Second wouldn't hesitate to devour him completely.

I know. lol

Hmmm... I don't know... she looks rather yummy to me. XD

Star Wars chicks like giant sluggy worm thingies? I am not longer in that category.

And yes, we are having the party at your place. You started it. lol

A haunting chuckle echoes around George and the Second's voice seems to slither around him. "Your inner war is not my doing, Jedi. You doubt yourself. And because of that... you will die..."

It is impossible to detect the Second's movement as he reemerges only inches away from George, grabbing the Jedi's wrist and twisting it until he drops his lightsaber with a groan of pain. His other hand clamps down around George's throat, choking him. But the Second pauses.

He could kill the Jedi; it would be so easy. But there was something interesting about this Jedi before him. He found himself intrigued, his hunger satisifed... for a moment. There was darkness within this boy's soul. He would draw it out... and perhaps gain more than a meal. The Second sneers, throwing George against the nearest wall.

He looks down at George's lightsaber and merely kicks it away, turning his attention back to the Jedi. He takes slow steps forward, giving the Jedi plenty of time to get to his knees, his weight crushing the pieces of scattered glass beneath him. He could feel the Jedi's hate and the anger boiling. Yes...

"The end justify any means, boy," the Second growls. "Give in to your anger and hate. Let it fuel you! Use it and strike me down! Because until you do... I'll devour you piece by piece!"

The Second disappears, reappearing an instant later as he grabs George by the throat once more, lifting his body and slamming it against the wall, holding him there. The Second's golden eyes give off a dark, predatory gleam as he raises his other hand so George can see it. The Jedi watches in horror as the Second's nails extend and sharpen into claws. The Second grins sadistically.

The Second steps forward with a chuckle which echoes with the same psychotic ring as his laughter. The light illuminates his hand and George finds his gaze wandering there out of curiosity. He flinches when he sees the Sith's heart.

The Second smiles, flashing a set of large fangs. "I suppose it won't hurt to play with my food a little. You might can make things more interesting than these weaklings I've been feeding on," he chimes, sinking his teeth deep into the heart in his hand. In a matter of seconds the heart withers away to nothing but a small amount of ash which the Second lets slip through his fingers.

His deep golden eyes lock with George's, something sinister and terrifying there. Suddenly he's gone. George searches for his presence but can't seem to locate him. But he feels him. He turns in an instant, barely blocking the raging red lightsaber intent on decapitating him.

The Sith grins psychotically. "My, my! You're already doing better than those Jedi Masters at the Temple! You've got some promise after all!"

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