FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT [ISI/MERCY]

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[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Excuse me too busy you're writing your tragedy these mishaps you bubble-wrap When you've no idea what you're like There were a handful of days in July that were nearly perfect. With the slow creep of darkness came a significant drop in humidity that didn’t leave one feeling like they were wrapped in cellophane. The sky was a stretch of cloudless inky purple-black with stars sprinkled here and there. Not that one could really see them clearly in his location but still they were beautiful nonetheless. The air was lukewarm without being uncomfortable and the smells of the city were whisked away on the occasional northern breeze, the kind of night you could toss on a light jacket and not suffocate within minutes of stepping outside. The sort of weather was perfect for leisurely walks and reminiscing. Since Nevan didn’t really want to do either he was just hoping to make it to the nearest subway station and go to sleep. Chances of that sank to zero the moment he’d walked into the parking lot behind Guilty Pleasures. One would think that there would be a little more security around a well-known hotspot for humans coming to see the fanged and the furry, it should have been his first clue that something was up. On a typical night there were at least three bouncers stationed around the back exit where performers left though. So why did this matter to the golden-haired twenty-one year old? Well, because the guards were there to protect the cute little strippers like him from being mauled by overzealous fans – or nabbed by folks who wanted a little more than a handshake and an autograph. He highly doubted the woman riding him into the tarmac had waited around until after the show to tell him how pretty he was and all her little fantasy’s. No that would be wishful thinking on his part. But there was no wishing away the feeling of cold steel against the side of his neck nor the two looming silhouettes stationed just outside of his line of vision. They weren’t speaking, he wouldn’t have been so unnerved by this if they had been but the silence only left room for the tension to crawl between and it was making his beast shrink back in fear. If these people had been human he wouldn’t have been easily overpowered, he might not look like much but the wrapping never really matted so much as the package. A quick inhale and his senses were invaded with the scent of Hyena, it now made sense why it was a woman holding him down and not one of the two males on their left. Her power washed over him in a metaphysical wave, some great tide ebbing and flowing around him, not meant to hurt but definitely imply that she would if she had to. Not that it mattered all that much at the moment. His arm was yanked up at a painfully uncomfortable angle and there was still a knife at his throat. But more than either of those the sensation of a dominant female over him made his mind blank without ever a though of struggling coming to mind. He had been conditioned that way and the fear of that power kept him quiet and terrified underneath her. Nevan ignored the fact that he’d cut his lip when he’d fallen forward, disregarded the fact that the blade wasn’t silver and that he could call for help. His mind just couldn’t process any of it. “You know who we are?” she was speaking and he heard her but Nevan didn’t think he could answer with words his beast was too agitated. He swallowed past the pulse jumping in his throat and shook his head; he could feel her nod above him without having to look. “You know why we’re here” This time he nodded. He had ideas as to why they were here and quietly dropped his head to the ground, forcing his body to relax. He was done, he couldn’t fight her, she was too strong for someone like him not to mention she had friends with her and he didn’t. Even if he got a good kick in they’d haul him back to Florida anyway so it was pointless to resist. “Man, don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that submissive.” One of the men on his life spoke for the first time, he sounded amused by how terrified their target was. “They said he would be, honestly I thought he’d have grown a little backbone from being separated for so long. I guess you can take the wild out of a cat.” the woman had released his arm and Nevan hadn’t moved to lower it, contemplating on what she was doing before he felt her hand easing up the back of his shirt, raking her nails over his skin and drawing a breathy gasp from her captive.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

“Mercy,” Isi said giving her best friend a nod of the head acknowledging her presence. Isi really wasn’t up to seeing her best friend and fellow Marshal today. It may have had something to do with the fact that Mercy was a radar, a rare and reliable gift. Could Mercy sense the demon funk it left on Isi? Or it may have been the fact that Mercy hadn’t answered her cell phone so Isi took the job out in the swamp. The demon should have met Mercy, not Isi. And as much as Isi liked her friend she would sacrifice her every time if it meant that she wouldn’t have had to have deal with that obnoxious demon.

Isi now had a brand new black tattoo on the small of her back. It was of a Celtic knot with the letter L in the middle, the demons mark. Isi had tried to cut her own skin away but the tattoo was still there. Isi had even gone to get it removed by laser surgery (yes she did try to peel her flesh away first before seeking the laser treatment) but nothing could be done. The doctor had been shocked and surprised. Though thankfully Isi had paid in cash, and she had tried to have it done in Texas. Not in New Orleans where everyone who mattered knew what the local Executioner looked like. ‘Did you hear, The Executioner walked into the laser tattoo removal shop?’ Just what she didn’t need!

“How was your weekend?” Isi asked, keeping her voice completely neutral. “Guess we’ve got patrol duty in The District.” Isi was of course referring to the vampire district. They weren’t there to strike fear into the hearts of all dead vampires but something about peaceful cooperations blah blah blah’s between the living and the dead. Of course for Isi and Mercy this meant going to get some lunch in the District. Who really gave a damn if vampires killed other vampires? Certainly not Isi nor any self-respecting Federal Marshal.

“Did you hear? Turner’s daughter is dating a,” Isi looked around. No one could possibly overhear them. “Leech. Can you believe that? I hear the Big Cheeses told Turner he either has to get his daughter to break up with That Thing She’s Dating or resign, immediately. Of course I heard this from Marcy, but I know for a fact that Turner’s daughter is dating one. I’m not sure if the Big Cheeses have asked him to resign, that may just be a rumor.” Isi shrugged. There was nothing wrong with gossip when it wasn’t about Isi.

Isi was decked out in appropriate Federal Marshall attire. She had on jeans, underneath her jeans was an ankle holster with a gun, locked and loaded with bullets. Isi was wearing a black shirt with no sleeves. She had on a gun holster with yet another gun that was covered by the mini half jacket she was wearing. In Isi’s gym shoe there was a knife. There were also knives built into her shoes. She had to pay a fortune to a shoe-smith for this! Isi’s reasoning was this: If you got kidnapped, the bad guys would take away your weapons. But they would leave your shoes! On the small of her back held another sheath and knife. Isi was also wearing a very large crucifix made of pure silver. It also had a large green emerald in the middle as a design. It had been blessed by the Pope for her superb actions for manhumankind.

“Can you believe some people go to a vampire strip club?” Isi huffed obviously outraged. She had her badge on her belt, not visible as she would have to lift up her shirt an inch. But it was obvious that she wanted to go and hassle anyone who was there. It was obvious the club was closed. There would be music pumping out the door, a gaggle of overweight middle class women who needed some sort of fantasy to get back to their boring husbands with mediocre jobs, and a hell of a lot of cars. The parking lot near the front was empty, though there was parking in the back – So Isi had heard. It wasn’t as if she frequented places like this at all.

“Hmm. Think I hear something over there. Better not be skateboarding kids!” But if it was, and those children were were’s then Isi would place a call to her friend a mean-ass Bounty Hunter who would kill any shifter, any. Kid, baby? No problem. Woman, pregnant? That’s okay! Man with two kids? You want to use his skin for a rug? Translation, easy as pie. It was a wonderful world Isi lived in…

Licensed Executioner

Words: 791 Outfit: THIS Tag: Nevan / Mercy Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[mercedes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0e0e0e; padding-top: 22px; padding-bottom: 25px; border: 4px solid #836f8a;] Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win but . of all the places they had to venture. it had to be The District. not that she was complaining but still she wished they were elsewhere. the vampires had been hell bent on getting her lately. so needless to say she was a tad uncomfortable heading into the vampire district. not that her friend here would mind. running a hand through her hair the female sighed. letting the smells of the street fill in and fueling her radar. isi smelled a little different than what she remembered. it was like something dark and old. kinda dirty like must but she couldn't quite place it and she didn't exactly want to say anything about it. the female walked along side her companion letting isi get everything out that needed to be gotten out. ever since the change, mercy had been trying not to communicate with isi. not that she didn't want to but it just made keeping her secret a lot harder. . "really? turner's actually letting her get with a vamp? shit maybe we should take care of it? I mean I could always accidentally take him out." her eyes thankfully were a calm sapphire blue despite the full moon. the female laughed a bit and adjusted the strap of her katana. it's silver blade was sheathed but it was somewhat reassuring on her back. a few smaller blades were strapped to her legs and arms in various places but other than that she didn't have much else. she didn't really need it. the moon shined full and true in the sky. she really wondered why she hadn't changed yet. the pull was there and she could feel the need to change but nothing was forcing her. actually she was kinda scared, but her fear was kept to herself. isi said something about a noise and mercy noticed that something wasn't right on her radar. a small group of humans were cluttered around some type of shifter. her nose told her cat so she assumed some kind of were feline. . "I'm sure it's probably nothing. but we better check it out. my radar is acting up." mercy stated taking the lead around the building. apparently there was a back parking lot, she hadn't been here that much but her radar was telling her that the group was back there. when she rounded the corner, it was a sight that made her growl slightly. some humans were holding onto a male and she assumed it was the shifter she caught onto before. her eyes locked onto his and she knew that he would figure what she was. hopefully he would keep his mouth shut. eyes giving him a pleading look she shifted her gaze to isi as if to say shut your mouth please. drawing her blade, the silver caught the moonlight and shined. "what are you guys doing back here. isn't the club closed?" the female spat towards the group as she advanced letting her blade swing lazily by her side. WORDS: 500 TAGGING: navah and isi NOTES: this should be fun We're not running, we're not running

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[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Excuse me too busy you're writing your tragedy these mishaps you bubble-wrap When you've no idea what you're like He knew what they were going to do, truss him up, maybe blindfold and gag him for good measure – things he’d been more or less taught to consider as pleasurable things. But there would be nothing pleasurable about being thrown into the backseat of an unmarked van and driven back to Florida where who knew what tortures would await him for having been gone so long. So yeah, Nevan knew what to expect from his captors. He was even read for it. What he got made him tense beneath the Hyena above him and do his utmost to raise his eyes as a human scent filtered into his nostrils. But more curious than the human was the musky hint of wolf that was quick on the heels of a redhead. Fear, real fear, gripped his heart and made his stomach hurt from more than the rocks poking into him. They were humans and they had seen these hired hands roughing him up. Best case scenario they called the cops. Worse case scenario, they called the cops and the hyena’s killed them. Either way the outcome was sure to suck for everyone involved but more than that was the fact that he didn’t want to see humans dragged into this fight, if he even had enough pride left to call it that. “Don’t.” he gritted out only to have the woman’s knee brought to the back of his neck to keep his head down. He’d tasted dirt before and hadn’t liked it, the second introduction wasn’t much better. “Shut it you.” She hissed before snapping her gray eyes on the women. “If you’re here for the show the door is over there.” She muttered as she jerked her head in emphasis to the club as the two males moved up behind her, protecting her. From what they probably didn’t even know but they were there more for a show of force than actual function. At least that was what Nevan could hope anyway. “Leave’em alone, don’t bring them into this.” He grounded out even with most of his face in the dirt. The knife was gone, he couldn’t tell when that had happened, its wielder likely didn’t want this to look any more incriminating than it already did. “It’d be best if you two leave, this one is ‘wanted’ in Florida and has ties he needs to attend to.” The woman said with care, choosing her words. Anything that sounded like ‘kidnap’ or ‘retrieve was strictly off the table vocabulary wise. She toyed with the knife, not putting it in its sheathe but not directing it at the women either. The two males moved forward, almost mechanically. Coordinated, like they’d choreographed it. They approached the two women, their eyes not even bothering on the redhead – humans were weak and a good slap would put her under. No, they had eyes for the blonde wolf. She would be the only problem if she didn’t take her friend and leave. “No second chances.”

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi really loved Mercy’s radar. Honestly, she did. It was an amazing gift that her friend was so fortunate to have. It was a blessing that if Isi could trade something for it, she would. What would it be like to instantly know the species of someone walking down the street? Isi could exterminate anything that wasn’t human with ease. She would trade her necromancy for it in a heartbeat – it wasn’t as if Isi liked zombies anyways. But even though the power was a curse it still came with a gift. Isi could sense vampires. Those were the things she preferred to take out. But it would be nice to sense a lycan or two. Isi was having some trouble identifying them. Which was why she preferred to kill them when they were passed out unconscious, after the full moon.

“What are we dealing with here, Mercy?” Isi asked under her breath, smirking. A normal human would back away slowly turn around a run. A normal human would beg for their life. A normal human would get out a phone and dial the cops. But what would that do? They would just find your body easier. Isi wondered what the victim was thinking. Maybe it was something like best case scenario they called the cops. Worst case scenario, they called the cops and died? But Isi was thinking, what if these girls were the cops? She was sure the victim wasn’t thinking they were the cops.

“If you’re here for the show the door is over there.”

Isi turned to look at Mercy, nodded. “I think we like the show right here.” If anything Isi wanted a little action. Then she could say she safely protected those in the Vampire District obviously omitting any wrong doings in this case. Since they weren’t vampires their bodies wouldn’t vanish. But if they were were’s then Isi and Mercy could kill them with impunity. Mercy had already said that her radar was up, so that meant that these things were not human. It disgusted Isi that they would pick on an innocent human. Not to mention one that was so attractive. Of course it was always the attractive ones the supernatural’s wanted.

“It’d be best if you two leave, this one is ‘wanted’ in Florida and has ties he needs to attend to.”

“Do you have badges?” Isi asked, laughing. She knew they did not. Not if they were were’s. Isi would NOT stand by and let were’s pick on a human, even if they did have badges. But their postures weren’t that of cops. They did not seem military. They seemed like they were from some street gang that had wandered accidentally into Vampire Town. There was one female and two males. Isi never underestimated a woman. But Isi and Mercy had silver bullets. They were trained to exterminate and exterminate they did. If it was up to them everything would be annihilated. “Doesn’t matter. We do.” Isi liked to watch the expression on their faces. Now was the time for ‘Stop. Freeze. Hands up.’ But that wouldn’t happen with Isi and Mercy. The girls would just kill them. It saved all that time patting the suspects down and handcuffing them. Okay, killing them took longer.

Isi watched as the men neared Mercy instead of Isi. Usually most of the Things went towards Isi. Mercy was a cute busty blond and men didn’t think she could be violent. They usually cried when the radar was done with them. That made Isi smirk, again. If there was one thing she loved it was putting the Things of the Night and the Moon in their proper places. They were beneath her. They weren’t fit to breathe from the same air as she, nor were they fit to live on such a planet.

Since Isi and Mercy had been working as partners for a long time it went without saying that this time Isi would get the woman. She was the only one with a weapon out as the two men didn’t seem to have weapons pulled out, yet and wanted to try and take down Mercy. Isi pulled out her gun and briefly her Federal Marshal badge flashed as it was on her belt, under her shirt near the holster. It was a .45 that would shoot a hole in you, with of course, silver bullets – standard for a Marshal. In Isi’s left pocket she had some silver nitrate. She hadn’t figured out how to get them in a gun just yet, but she would, eventually.

“Step away from the human.” Isi said, gun raised. She didn’t want any blood to spill on the human when the Things brains splattered. And trust me, they would splatter.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 793 Outfit: THIS Tag: Nevan / Mercy Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[mercedes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0e0e0e; padding-top: 22px; padding-bottom: 25px; border: 4px solid #836f8a;] Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win but . ah shit. this was not good. a couple of hyenas? this definitely not good for either of them. "they are hyenas, isi." she left out the part that the captive wasn't human for fear that isi might kill him. he looked like he was really in need of help. mercy made sure she stayed behind isi her eyes glowing icy blue as she let out a small growl that she was sure everyone but isi heard. she let the female that was holding down the young man. wanted eh? she was lying. whatever he was really needed for she was lying. "you are lying. now let him go." mercy snapped gripping her blade tighter. . since she had been turned she was able to tell when people were lying. not that she could read minds, but she could smell the sweat and things that went along with lying. the two males that were with the female hyena advanced on mercy and she backed up a bit. great they were freaking huge. no way was she going to be able to take both of them. sighing she shifted her blade into a better fighting stance. the males grinned upon seeing her get ready to fight. they seemed to think she was weak even for a wolf. a small grin appeared across her face. "isi I got these two. you take care of that bitch." mercy spat, eyes glowing icy blue. one of the men lunged for her and she quickly jumped up and over him. silver blade slashing at him she aimed for the male's back. a full blown grin crossed over her, showing pointed canines. the second male grabbed for her but she ducked to the side and sliced at his arm. . now she had a hard decision to make. should she kill these two or simply harm them. if she killed them then she would feel bad but if she didn't isi might question her. never before has she hesitated on killing creatures of the moon but now her views had changed. the men snarled at her and swung at her again. she could feel a bit of a pull as they edged into changing and that's when the true fear set in. if these two, or even anyone in the parking lot, changed she might not be able to control herself. even if they were different races her carefully created mindset would shatter. something seared her arm and she drew back as claw marks appeared on her. fuck this. giving a glance over to isi, she ran towards one of the males. moving much quicker than they ever could, she ran her blade through one of the male's hearts. he gave a howl of pain but dropped to the ground in a pool of blood. . the second male was a bit harder to take down because he had a bit more intelligence than the other one. he swung at mercy and she was too late to move. the blow hit her straight on in the chest and knocked her back into a stray parked car. it dented a bit and she hoped isi hadn't seen the damage. anger consumed her and she pushed off the car a low growl coming from her. gripping her blade tightly, she could almost feel the hum of silver under the cloth handle. the male grinned and swung at her again clipping her shoulder but this time she held her ground. putting all her supernatural force behind it she swung the blade and took his head clean off. breathing heavily, mercy tried to calm herself down a bit before turning to help isi. she was too worked up to do anything without going wolfy. her control was really being pushed to it's limit. once she had a good enough hold on herself, she turned to watch isi take down that stupid bitch. WORDS: 650 TAGGING: navah and isi NOTES: this should be fun We're not running, we're not running

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