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"Mal, its only a small cut, you big baby, sides I would cut myself but it doesn't work that way, she's tricking us and only your human blood will work." Scar finally found it, brandishing it.

"I hate perfume..." Mal grumbled, knowing he had no choice. "It better only be a small cut."

"Of course!" Scar said brightly, swimming over to cut him on the arm, only a few centimeters....but of course she didn't know human's skin was thinner than hers, so it cut more easily....into a inch and a half cut.

"Geez! That's not small!" Mal winced in pain as she cut his arm.

"Sorry, I forgot!" Scar winced apologetically, then started to swish the blood around in the uncalm sea, which got angry real fast.

"That hurt." Mal pouted. The large amount of perfume was making the cut sting.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Scar said, as the twenty foot waves and the shrieking yells started. "NOOOO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A rather shrilly, girly voice was screaming, sounding outraged. Scar grinned even as the waves crashed over their heads.

"This better be a sign that we're getting out of here soon," Mal said, coughing as more perfume got in his mouth and eyes.

"I'm sure it is." Scar said just as the voice shrieked again. "YOU BICH WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LOVELY PEEEEERFUME!" Scar winced. "Dam, I forgot how shrill she was." Which earned them getting dunked some more. A whirlpool started nearby, sucking all of the ocean and its contents-them-into it.

Mal winced at her shrill voice and then glanced at the whirlpool. "If I wind up dead instead...." he muttered as they began to get dragged towards it.

Scar looked unnerved at the whirlpool. "Sht, of course that bich does that..." Another one of Scar's unheard of fears.

"If this whirlpool kills us, I hope that no one ever mentions that I died drowning in perfume," Mal muttered, knowing it was useless to try and swim away from the whirlpool.

"I know she's trying to kill me, she knows me too well." Unfortunately.

"But why am I involved in this?!"

"Like I said, no clue!" Scar yelled as the whirlpool sneaked up on them and swallowed them. Inside the whirlpool was a dark tube going down with lots of perfume water; and tons of needles prodding into Scar's skin. Mal could see them but they didn't affect him. Scar screamed and thrashed, terrified.

"For godsakes, this just gets better and better," Mal grumbled when he saw the needles. He didn't know how to calm Scar down.

Considering Mal was also immune to the perfume so he could breathe, Scar had swallowed too much of it and got it in her lungs just as they hit the floor hard in a concrete bunker filled with bottles upon bottles of perfume. Scar coughed up tons of it, plus black blood.

Mal stood up, glad to be out of the ocean of perfume. "God, I smell like a girl," he grumbled, making a face. He noticed Scar coughing and hurried over to her. "You okay?"

"And here I thought you were a smart boy!" Susan glared at him. She was a petite brunette, with green eyes which were very pissed off, glowing, her vampire fangs out and showing. She reeked of perfume. Scar nodded, bleeding everywhere from puncture wounds.

"And I'm not because I don't like perfume in ocean sized amounts? Call me crazy, but I think that might be a normal response," Mal retorted, glaring right back at Susan before turning back to Scar. "You sure? You don't look okay..."

Susan appeared to be trying to control her anger, she was tempted to bite him. "PERFUME IS A PERFECTLY NICE THING!" She hissed. Scar rolled her eyes and stuck her bloody tongue out at Susan; it appeared she had almost bit it off from the needles. "Jsut ftine fank vu."

"In small amounts, sure," Mal said with a shrug. He probably should've been concerned over the fact that she was a vampire and was not happy with him, but thinking before he spoke wasn't always Mal's strong point. Besides, her obsession with perfume was making it difficult for Mal to take her seriously.

Susan was rather hungry, and his cut wasn't making it any better, her fangs getting longer. "And in big amounts it covers the smell of rotting flesh and dead, drained bodies!" She retorted, coming closer to him. When it came to her self-control, she had very little.

Now she was too close for Mal's comfort and he took a few steps back, holding them up in innocence. "Hey, I'm just saying, so does air freshener," he said, shrugging.

Susan made a face. "I like fresh air thank you it does not need to be scented!"