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Post by izzy2 on Aug 1, 2011 9:58:36 GMT -5
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The French District. The oldest neighborhood in the city, and as such, one of the few places in New Orleans that was recognizable to his eyes. As he strode along, he watched the life of the city move through the streets, laughing, smiling, frowning, yelling. It was a medley of people and sounds that could be found in any city on Earth, but each one had its own unique tone and smell. Here, there could be found the subtle undercurrent of herbs, spices and other such ingredients for the purpose of the voodoo magicians that still inhabited the city. Much of the world had forgotten the old secrets, but in New Orleans, they lived on through word of mouth and written word, making it an interesting place to behold, if one came at the proper time. Most wouldn't think of bothering with such an enigmatic power, but for those who sought to understand it...it was interesting indeed.
But he didn't bother with such things.They often brought more trouble than they were worth. Rumors spread, and people became afraid. Fear led them to anger, and anger...well, suffice it to say that the voodoo community was smaller than it had once been. Time and human nature had seen to that. The same could be said, he supposed, of his own kind, the werewolves that still wandered the world, feared and despised as the worst kind of monster. Fortunately, they still looked the exact same as humans, albeit with the problem of the furry side taking over on the full moon, but that was still a ways off. The old ones had long since grown accustomed to seeking the darker parts of the night when the change took them. As for the young ones...if they didn't learn fast, then they died. It was a rough, brutal initiation to the world, but the humans had left them with little choice.
With a nod to someone as he slid past them, Mal raised his head, eyes inspecting the crowd. The sun was high overhead, and the district was in full swing. People flowed in and out of shops, buying souvenirs and supplies. They laughed and talked, yelled and walked through the streets, an ever changing tapestry of sound, smell, and sights. They were oblivious of him, a fact which he welcomed gratefully from where he sat, on a bench on one of the street corners, a bottle in his hand, his eyes far too sharp and discerning to be the eyes of a drunk man. Then again, he didn't get drunk easily. Something about the supernatural healing factor inherent with his species prevented the liver from... Suffice it to say, he wasn't drunk.
With a sigh, he rose to his feet, leaving the bottle behind. Stretching and yawning, he began to walk, his feet aimless and uninterested in the destination. Sie was busy, he knew that much, and he didn't want to interrupt her work, whatever it was today. He would have happily gone hunting with her, but he doubted that that was the type of work that she had meant. It sounded like she was talking about her normal job, even though he knew that she only worked at night. Either way, it hadn't sounded very interesting, and though he enjoyed spending time with her, more than he cared to say out loud, sometimes it was simply better to spend his free time elsewhere for a few hours.
He didn't even notice where his feet were carrying him until he bumped into someone, the sudden contact making him pause and look up. With an apologetic grin, he nodded. "Sorry..." He said, his tone light.
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Post by mercedes on Aug 1, 2011 13:49:44 GMT -5
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. eyes blinking against the sun, the female rolled over and off the bed she was on. giving a small yelp of surprise as she landed, the female was quickly up on her feet. small hunting knife in hand, she scanned the room looking for anyone that might attack. her inner radar told her that her captor was no where to be found. a sigh of relief rolled from her and she ran a hand through her hair and rubbed her neck. to her horror there were bite marks. not the kind that would turn a person but the kind that told her she had been used as fodder. giving a small growl, she headed to the bathroom only to find that it was covered with blood and almost completely destroyed. she glanced over at the mirror and winced. the girl looking back at her was a sight to behold.
. golden blonde locks were knotted and covered with blood. scratches and dried blood covered her face and body. her clothing was ripped and torn. god she looked like something out of a horror movie. the piles of ash in the bathroom told her that she had in fact killed whoever had taken her. with ease she pulled her silver bladed katana out of the wall and set it on the counter. the female messed with the shower a bit and finally got it working. after a quick clean up, she grabbed clothes from the closet. surprisingly the fit her. maybe this place was hers. she couldn't really remember at the moment and her head was pounding. giving herself a quick look over in the mirror before she left, she decided that she looked much better now. hair was wet but brushed and most of the blood was gone. she still looked like she had been through hell.
. heading out of the room and downstairs she realized that she was in a hotel. the nice lady at the desk wished her a good day but was very frightened. sword in hand she stepped out into the sun blinking at it's brightness. as soon as she was out she had a phone to her ear reporting what had happened. at least as much of it as she could remember. once the report was given, she put her phone away and strapped her katana on her back. people starred but she didn't mind. her radar was going crazy with the amount of people out today. humans, vampires, and even a couple of werewolves were appearing but all of them different dots.
. her ability to sense other creatures was one that was quite troublesome. because it was like she had a radar in her head. each species had a different kind of sound on her radar and allowed her to find out where they were at. while she was walking she didn't even realize that she had bumped into someone. "oh my I'm sorry. that's totally my fault. wait your a-" the female stopped in mid-sentence as she stared at the man in front of her. he was a werewolf. this man in front of her was in fact a werewolf. her eyes widened a bit and her mouth opened slightly. holy shit. WORDS: 538 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 1, 2011 15:59:36 GMT -5
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His mind took a step back at the same time as his body, giving himself the space of a breath to appraise the woman he'd bumped into. A precursory visual inspection gave showed a natural blonde, wearing normal clothes. Her hair was slightly damp, as if she'd just gotten out of a shower. Still, there were signs of bruising around her face, and her arm didn't look so good either. What he could see wasn't very promising. Some would think that she was the victim of an abusive relationship, but he wasn't sure. For half a moment, he took in her scent, his eyes widening slightly. First impressions had been largely correct, to a point. There was a scent of blood on her. It wasn't all hers, either, and it wasn't all human. For the first time, his eyes shifted to the item on her shoulder. A sword. That was indeed unexpected.
He listened, at first, but then, as the final sentence broke off and he saw her eyes widen. Scowling, he grabbed her arm, then towed her into the alley quickly, out of view and hearing of most passers by. Letting go, he glanced around, then looked back at her, eyes golden and angry, having shifted away from their normal grass green. "Aye, I'm a werewolf" He said, his voice dark. "I'm a werewolf, and you're a psychic. Just because you know something is no reason to go saying it in the middle of a crowded street." He stepped back, frowning, but his eyes were calming down, his hands sliding back into his pocket.
If people knew he was a werewolf, there would be trouble. They were, after all, not liked, to say the least. If one were to be perfectly honest, one would say that werewolves were one of the most disliked species in the area. After all, you couldn't find any other that were the 'shoot-on-sight' type of people. Thirty thousand and up was a good deal of money for a creature's life, but it barely scraped the surface of the value for a person's life. That itself spoke volumes of the disdain for his species. He was used to it, but that didn't mean he liked to be reminded of it.
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. the female didn't protest as he hauled her off to the side. in fact she felt almost ashamed at what she had almost done. leaning against the wall of the alley, her sword made a slight ringing sound as it his the wall. a blush came over her making her face reddened and her bruises stand out. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was saying. I haven't met one of you before well I mean I have but I haven't talked with one." the female looked down rubbing her sore arm. damn what had she done last night. her knee gave a painful throb and she was glad that she was leaning against a wall.
. it was rather hot outside and she pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail completely forgetting about the bite marks that littered her neck. it looked as if she had been mauled by a wild animal. her radar was keeping cool and thankfully it was daytime so there would be no vampires. at least for now anyways. her head started to pound. something didn't feel quite right. it kind of almost made her wonder what had happened last night. the sounds of people passing by outside the alley way seemed extremely loud to her but her senses weren't nearly that sharp. a small part of her arm seemed to throb and upon inspection she found a small needle hole in her arm. shit those vampires had given her something and she had no idea what it was.
. "I'm sorry, but could you excuse me...." her speech slurred a bit and she pushed off the wall. attempting to walk away she stumbled a bit. hand flying out to rest on his shoulder. the world spun and she tried to steady herself but found she no longer could keep up right. her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground. she shivered as if she was freezing and she was. she'd never been so cold in her life. her sword clattered loudly as she curled up coughing. people passed by the alley way and didn't even give a second glance to the two of them standing there. the female shuddered her chest heaving with the effort it took to breath. what in the world was happening to her. WORDS: 384 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 0:07:24 GMT -5
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If there was anything that could mitigate the anger of being called out in public, it was the instantly apologetic expression that the woman donned. Normally, he would have considered the flush that came onto her face almost cute, but as it was, it simply served as a contrast to the bruises on her body. Something damn painful had obviously happened to her, and she didn't look much better for it. The smell of old blood was strong around her, and he was certain now that a good deal of it wasn't actually hers. She was probably a hunter, given the sword and the overpowering scent of blood. Fortunately, it was vampire blood that he smelled, and she had seemed genuinely sorry about almost revealing him, so perhaps she wasn't quite so biased against werewolves as most seemed to be. That would be a refreshing change, to say the least. If not refreshing, then at least a welcome one, given the common sentiment.
As she pulled her hair back, his eyes saw the bite marks and narrowed slightly. It looked as if she had been used as something akin to an all you can suck buffet, from the number of them. From this perspective alone, he could count more than two sets of marks. Still, he didn't want to bring it up. She was probably uncomfortable enough as it was without him pointing out her various injuries. "No harm done, dear..." He said, his tone giving way to the soft lilt of an accent, as he allowed himself to lower his defenses slightly. "It's what you almost did, not what you actually said. Most people don't have as open a view of it as you do."
Was she alright? Worry flashed through his eyes momentarily. It was enough that she was bruised and still had traces of blood on her. Still, the way she held herself, it seemed that she was in pain. Something was wrong, he could tell. She was acting strange, probably because she felt strange. His eyes followed hers, but they weren't powerful enough to pick out the tiny needle hole in her skin. She reacted though, after looking at her arm, her pupils widening suddenly, a signal of surprise, and there was fear in it as well.
Mal took a step forward, but she tried to excuse herself, almost falling before she caught his shoulder. Then she was falling, hitting the ground even as he began to move, sudden worry coloring his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, somewhat unnecessarily, as it was quite obvious that she wasn't. Bending down, he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. What he found made him grimace slightly, and he stripped his jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders. The symptoms were unknown to him, but he wasn't really an expert on poisons or diseases, so it was only to be expected. Still, he was kind of lost on his next course of action, so he knelt next to her, turning her onto her back so that she could breathe easier. "Hells...what happened to you...?"
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Post by mercedes on Aug 2, 2011 1:25:30 GMT -5
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. shit shit shit shit shit. fucking shit. motherfucking shit! the female's eyes were wide with fear and worry. they had given her something. but why couldn't she remember. obviously it was something that happened in the fight. why couldn't she remember fighting them either. eyes locking onto the wolf she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close to her. "promise me after this you will help me. if I black out get me out of here. please." the words were spoken through gritted teeth and she didn't mean to sound so forceful to a guy she just met. hell for all she knew he could be waiting for her to go under to kill her. but right now she needed to know that someone wouldn't leave her lying in an alley way when she was done.
. she could feel her body reacting to whatever it was that had been forced into her system. carefully she pushed herself up enough so she was against the wall. the fact that she could even move was a sheer miracle. her hands shook violently and her breathing came in gasps. the edges of her vision blurred and darkened but she shook her head to make it go away. this was not happening. no way were the vamps going to beat her. not this time. her skin had paled making her scratches and bruises look completely black against her skin. moving as fast as she could she dug around in her pocket pulling out a needle and a couple of vials. if no of these worked then she was completely fucked. she had little time to lose because she could feel the numbness start from her toes and begin upward. jamming the needle into her arm she pulled out some blood only to find it darker than it should be. fuck definitely not good.
. the effort that it was taking her to remain upright was too great and she fell to the ground sideways still working on what she was doing. her hands were shaking so bad that she dropped the vials on the ground and they shattered spilling whatever hope she had of beating this. "I'm not crazy but don't let me die..." the female looked up at the wolf tears streaming down her face as she grabbed a knife at her waist and sliced the middle of her arm open. blood poured from the wound and onto the ground. she dropped the knife with a gasp as she could feel the blood pump out of her with each pump of her heart. her breathing began to slow but the blood soon began to lighten and her symptoms seemed to be fading slowly but surely. "if you can't beat it. then bleed it out.." the words were barely audible as she tried to manage a laugh. the pull of unconsciousness became to great for her to bear. with a final shiver, she let the dark waves take her away and she gave in. WORDS: 502 TAGGING: mal NOTES: don't turn her >.> she's not dead just passed out We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 8:53:02 GMT -5
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His eyes shifted immediately back to their angry golden for a moment as she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, and he was about to knock her hands away forcefully until she spoke. Without knowing why, he nodded, eyes shifting back to their regular green as he indicated his agreement. He certainly didn't owe her anything, but he wasn't a monster, either. He wasn't the type to let someone die in an alley if he could do something to help. right now, he had the ability to help, but only if he knew what she meant to do. Perhaps his help wouldn't be necessary after all. If she had some way to fight whatever it was that troubled her...
To his surprise, she stood, despite the difficulty of it. Then came the needle and vials, and he frowned slightly. So it was a poison. That was all well and good if the vials were some sort of antidote, but otherwise... He stood silently, arms crossed, leaning against a wall, as she fumbled with the needle. Dark blood. A bad sign, but if the vials could help... Then she fell, and he slid forward imperceptibly, speed making him flicker slightly as he caught her, letting her down gently this time. Despite this, her hands were shaking badly, and as the vials dropped, he reached out for them, but it was already too late. Whatever liquid had been in them was now useless. What did that mean...? He looked down at her again, in time to catch her words.
Curiosity lit upon his face momentarily, until he saw the meaning of her words, green eyes watching as she slit her arm open. His face didn't move, but if one could see into his eyes, they had flinched slightly in pity. It was an old trick, bleeding out the poison, but it seemed to be working. Whatever kept the blood dark came out with it, and as the crimson began to grow lighter again, he bent down. His hands, which would have been uncomfortable with the needles and the vials, were sure, smooth in their movements. This, after all, he knew. Just like the wars. He knew that the bleeding had to be stopped, and now that the blood was back to its normal color, it had to be done soon before she ran out of it. She was already growing pale. Sighing, he tore his shirt off, tearing off a strip and making it into a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood flow to the arm. With another strip, he dabbed the wound, wiping the blood away, or most of it. Then, with the rest of the shirt, he made a bandage, wrapping it around the wound several times tightly before tying it off. It wouldn't hold forever, but it would do for the time it took him to get someplace else.
Sliding the sword off of her back, he adjusted the straps so that it could slide across his. She wouldn't be very easy to carry with it across hers. Lifting her, he thought for a moment. Normally, he would take her home, but he hadn't had the opportunity to ask where her home was before she had fainted. Which left him only one option, really. He didn't want to go to the hospital. Humans asked too many questions, and they would certainly ask him about a lot of things. That was attention he didn't need. With a sigh, he tensed his legs and leapt, up out of the alley and onto the rooftops above. They were, after all, a good route for those who didn't wish to be seen. Fortunately, his destination wasn't too far away, and fifteen minutes later, he was laying her down on a clean bed, a medical kit at his side. Cleaning her arm, he inspected the wound for a moment before dressing it with fresh bandages.
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Post by mercedes on Aug 2, 2011 13:38:22 GMT -5
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. the images flashed before her eyes. everything came rushing back in a sick and twisted dream. the group she had been leading up attacked by a band of vampires. their target had been her because of her ability. she had lost all of her members in the group. one by one they had been taken out. not tortured or anything but just killed. the female bolted upright in the bed. tears streaming down her face she pulled the blankets around her. all of them were dead because of her. when the vamps had told her what happened she flipped a lid and slaughtered them all. not a single one survived, but that wasn't what she cared about. innocent lives had been lost because of her damn radar. so the female sat there sobbing.
. after a few hours she collected herself and slowly slid out of the bed. everything hurt especially her arm. giving it a glance, she saw that it had been completely bandaged. fingers going to her neck she could feel the bites were covered as well. the wolf. he must have taken her somewhere and tended to her wounds. for that she owed him her life. finding the bathroom, the female cleaned up the best she could but there was no way she would get the blood out of her clothes. maybe if she paid the wolf she could steal some of his clothes. going to the closet, she found men's clothes and women's clothes. so this wolf had a mate? well then she wouldn't be taking the other female's clothing. grabbing a button up shirt and a random pair of shorts, the female quickly got dressed. her sword was on the table by the bed and once she had it in her hand she felt much better.
. she felt a little weak from blood loss but other than that she was much better than before. her radar claimed that the wolf was still in the house. following her radar, she headed to the room where it said he was. thankfully she found, him in the kitchen. she knew that he had heard her coming. wolves have better senses then humans. well at least that's what she thought. she didn't know that much about wolves to be honest. society shunned them but she found to be interesting. "um thank you for your help. I really appreciate what you did." she looked down at the ground not wanting to enter unless it was ok. she was certain he'd want to know what happened and if he asked she'd tell him. WORDS: 431 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 13:54:37 GMT -5
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The sobs were audible, but only to someone with his hearing, from where he sat on the roof, watching the sun slowly sink in the sky. Eventually, he rose and collected himself, then hopped down. Well, fell, really, but it was a hop to him. Silently, he made his way to the kitchen, where he busied himself preparing what was necessary. It wasn't a well used part of the house. Neither he nor Siren really ate cooked meat, given their nature. He'd do it for company, of course, but that was only because they expected him too, and even then, he made it as rare as possible. Salads and vegetables were just...out. Sure, he gnawed on carrots occasionally, but only because he liked the crunch. That, and people said that they were good for the eyes. He hadn't noticed any difference, but...whatever.
By the time the woman came into the room, he was just putting a freshly cooked steak onto the small table. "Eat." He said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "You need it to help counter the amount of blood you've lost" Setting a fork and a knife next to the plate, he leaned back against the wall to look at her again. She hadn't messed with the bandages, which was good, though he smiled slightly to see her wearing his clothing. Siren wouldn't really like it, but it was better than the clothes that she had been wearing. Besides, he had just moved a few items from his and Siren's room to one of the guest rooms for her to choose from, though secretly, he was glad she hadn't taken any of Siren's stuff, for he wouldn't know how to explain it.
He looked at her again, then nodded. "You needed the help. I simply had the means to provide it. I would have done it for anyone, not just a poor beaten woman who cuts herself open to drain poison. A neat trick that, and handy, but it does leave a bit of a mess. The police will be wondering who got murdered in that alley." He flashed a grin momentarily, then pulled up a chair and sat down across from her, holding out his hand. "Malcolm Blacknest, werewolf and good samaritan. You are?"
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Post by mercedes on Aug 2, 2011 14:36:06 GMT -5
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. relief seemed clear on her as she gave him a weak smile. tugging on her shirt a bit she felt like a little kid as she sat down at the table. the steak smelled delicious and she hadn't realized how hungry she was until the smell of food hit her. as he spoke she managed a few bites of steak before she shook his hand with a nod. "mercesdes samson. human radar and federal agent." she smiled at him and took a few more bites of steak. she could feel her strength returning as she ate and there was no way she would complain about it. after completely devouring the whole steak she sat back a bit and closed her eyes.
. after a few moments she opened them again and looked back at the wolf. "sorry about that again. my team and I were attacked last night and the vampires were coming for me. they only wanted because I'm a radar. meaning I can sense where other creatures are. each person and species has a certain sound to them. like yours would be different than any other wolf." why she was explaining this to him she had no idea. but she felt he had the right to know especially since he had helped her. her sword rested on her lap and she let her fingers run over the design of the sheath. it actually had a wolf on it along with trees and a moon. it was a very old blade and she had only ever used it for hunting vamps. but whatever it was used for before that she had no idea.
. "sorry about the clothes too. I didn't want to wear the bloody ones. and as for cutting my arm well I wasn't sure what they had drugged me with so I figured it was the best way to get it out of my system. I'm not sure if it was a poison or not." she looked back up at the wolf fingers rubbing her neck on the bite marks. "I owe you my life. if you ever need anything please let me know. because you could have just let me die in the alley way." the words were soft but she held his gaze letting him know that she meant what she said. WORDS: 431 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 15:26:29 GMT -5
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His eyes studied her in reappraisal, seeing her in a new light. A federal agent? That, all things considered, meant that she was a vampire hunter, most likely. The sword kind of helped in his estimations. It seemed old, but there was also the scent that it carried with it. Old blood, old battles. He waited silently for her to finish, then listened, his eyes narrowing slightly at the story. Well, it explained what had happened, certainly. As for why it happened, a human radar, or a psychic, could certainly be useful in the appropriate context. Finding other creatures was a rare gift, after all, and if she had it, she would certainly be worth a great deal of money to certain people. Of course, he wasn't the type of person to do such a thing, so she was safe with him, in a manner of speaking. If Siren came home early, however... He grimaced to himself.
It was odd, really. He hadn't thought that most federal officers were so...well, feminine, actually. She had been treated extremely brutally, even for vampires, though there were some vampires that enjoyed such things. There were humans and werewolves along that vein as well. Not many, but sadism was sadly still a method of obtaining pleasure. It was simply easier as a vampire, he supposed. They could feed and inflict pain at the same time...
As for the clothes, though they were his, he didn't use them very often. Jeans and white plain shirts were more of his style. It was what he was wearing now, in fact. "Don't worry about the clothes" He said, smiling. "And don't worry about the blood. If there is any left on the sheets, I'll just wash them. They've probably seen worse. As for me owing you..." He shrugged. "You can stop calling me wolf, for one" he said with a playful grin.
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Post by mercedes on Aug 2, 2011 20:53:24 GMT -5
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. her eyes widened slightly and she flushed looking down at the table. "I'm sorry I didn't mean too. I didn't even realize what I was doing. malcolm was it?" the female gave him a soft smile feeling truly embarrassed. she set her sword on the table and sighed. man it had been a long twenty four hours. getting out of the chair, the female stretched her shirt coming up a bit to reveal midriff. she went to the window. looking outside, she froze. the sun had set.
. mercy wasn't one to be afraid of the dark but lately it seemed that darkness brought vampires and a whole lot of pain. turning from the window she hurried back to the spare bedroom and dug through her pockets. sure enough there was her cell phone. dammit that's how they had been finding her. running back to the kitchen, she took apart the cell phone and smashed it. sure enough vamps began to appear on her radar left and right. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. this is my fault." she mumbled grabbing her sword and strapping it to her back. she pulled the blade out and ran her thumb over the edge. good it was still sharp.
. "look the vamps are coming. usually they aren't this persistent but for some reason they found me. and I am not going to let you get involved with this." something crashed and she took off towards the sound. two vamps had already made it into the house and she met them by slashing them in half. blood splattered and they turned to ash as she jumped out the window confronting what creatures lay in wait. to her horror there were at least ten of them. no way was she going to let any harm come to malcolm. giving a battle cry, mercy lunged at the vampires hoping her sword would be enough. WORDS: 431 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 21:29:31 GMT -5
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He made a calming gesture with his hands, indicating that he didn't mind all that much. People had called him far worse things than 'wolf' in his time. 'Monster' was more common, but even that paled in comparison to some of the epithets that had been tossed his way. Now that he thought about it, though, some of those people hadn't even known what he was... Not that it mattered, really. She had readily agreed to call him by his name, and even seemed embarrassed by his words, though he couldn't really see why. Most people would be too insistent on hating him and his kind to really bother being embarrassed by something he said. It was a refreshing change, really. She treated him as a person, and not just another creature after her blood. He figured that she had had enough of that as it was. The bite marks on her neck attested to that. For a vampire hunter, she seemed to be in...a spot of trouble, when it came to the things she hunted.
Emerald green eyes narrowed as she froze, still staring out the window. Absentmindedly, he noticed that the sun had fallen. Then, not so casually, he caught the scent. He had the breeze to thank for it, blowing in through the open kitchen window, and his eyes shifted angrily to gold, narrowing. They had the audacity to come here? To his home? They were ignorant indeed. Or so they would have been, had they had the slightest clue whose house it was. As it was, all they knew, he guessed, was that she had been taken to this large house, not who it belonged to, or why they went to such measures to stay unknown. That, at least, he could thank Siren's brother for, if nothing else. "Don't be sorry..." He said, his voice dark and furious, but the anger was not directed at her. He laughed when she said she wasn't going to get him involved, and rose, casually walking out of the kitchen as she took off in another direction. "And I'm already involved" He said, more to himself, as she was too far away already to hear him. "If they make a mess of the house, Siren is going to flip..."
Fortunately, the item he sought was sitting in the main hall, where he had most recently left it. Hefting it, he rested it casually on his shoulder, with an ease that spoke of long practice. The ornate spear was not just decorative. Had one bothered to inspect the long, slender blade, they would find that it had been reforged countless times. The hilt was an alloy he couldn't even remember the name of, but it had been intricately shaped, a flowing, celtic design covering the entire shaft. The blade was inlaid with silver, for reasons of his own. After all, it was the one thing that both werewolves and vampires were afraid of. As long as he didn't cut himself with it, and he was quite certain of his ability not to do so, then he would be fine.
The door swung open silently, and he stepped out, meeting a group of five vampires that were in the middle of rushing towards where Mercedes was fighting. They froze as he came out, his golden eyes gleaming furiously in the moonlight. He gave them a wild, feral grin, all four canines out and flashing. "Evening, gentlemen..." He said, quietly, but in the sudden stillness, each word carried. They weren't all male, either, he noted with little surprise. There were two women as well, frozen along with the rest, surprise stamped on their faces. "Odd time of night to be sneaking around someone's house, isn't it?"
Vampires or no, surprise had frozen them long enough for him to get a picture of the situation. By the time the first one moved to draw the gun, Mal's spear was punching through his throat, the blade glistening darkly as it slid out. Gurgling, the man slid to the ground and evaporated into ash. Spinning the spear easily in one hand, Mal ducked as one of the women raised her gun. Bullets tore by overhead, but there was no smell of silver, save from the spear blade that cut the gun from her hand, then came back, the tip slicing across her throat. He laughed wildly, the butt of the spear slamming into a vampire's gut before the blade whirled around, momentum carrying it through his bowed head, a spray of blood glistening in the night air before his body faded to ash as well. The remaining two had their guns out and firing, but the blade cut the bullets from the air, whirling in a shining circle, sparks flying as the bullets shot far aside from their marks.
The man grunted as the spear slid through his chest, emerging beyond the blade through his back. Then he screamed as Mal spun him around, the bullets from his companions assault rifle burying themselves in his back. The bullets wouldn't kill him, they were only lead. The silver-inlaid spear through his belly, however, that would, and Mal leapt at the woman as the body turned to ash, his spear leaping free from the remains. To the vampires credit, she only bit her lip and continued to fire, but the spear knocked the gun from her hands, then whirled and shot through her mouth, leaving her gurgling on the blade for a moment before she too, crumpled into ash. Mal didn't give the bodies a second look, his form already blurring as he sprinted towards where he could smell and hear Mercedes fighting. His spear was a silver streak in the night, his form a dark blur. "Come on..." He whispered. "You're a strong enough girl..."
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Post by mercedes on Aug 2, 2011 22:11:34 GMT -5
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. a small smile crept over her face as her radar told her malcolm was on the move. she almost cried with relief because he was helping her. but then again she didn't blame him. it was his house and his territory that they were invading. she'd be pissed too if she was a wolf. her vampires lunged at her and she kept swinging. it was almost like a dance for her as her blade caught moonlight and shined with each movement. one particular vampire was very persistent and managed to avoid her blade.
. giving him a dark look she sheathed the sword and decided to use regular fighting against him. of course being a human versus vampire she wasn't very well matched up she'll manage. focusing she sparred with him making sure to knock the gun away from her hand. right now he was her only opponent because no other vampires were near. just before he could do much of anything to her she pulled out her sword and sliced his head clean off. blood went everywhere and he turned to ash as she turned to face to forest. it seemed the vampires were hanging back for some reason. something whizzed past her face and her cheek stung. cupping her cheek she saw that her hand was soaked with blood. they had guns! holy shit they had guns!
. more bullets rained down on her and she dove to the side pulling out her blade and trying to block as many as she can. something buried itself in her shoulder and she let out a scream of pain. the female pulled the knife out of her shoulder and charged the vampires slicing and dicing at anyone she came in contact with. blood and ash seemed to blind her as she charged at the vampires. she knew she was doing well because the numbers on her radar were dropping faster then flies. with her and malcolm fighting against them, the vampires wouldn't last for very long. her radar seemed to quiet a bit minus the few that were fighting against malcom.
. his weapon had been a spear and she found it rather interesting. jumping into the fray, she sliced a vampire in half and got a couple more. there seem to be more here after they had figured out there was a werewolf present. there was the crack of a gun and pain tore through the female. she cried out in pain and dropped to the ground clutching her side. another crack echoed through the night, and the female cried out again. the vampire that was shooting at her grinned as he loomed over her gun in hand. he shot at her a few more times and she managed to throw her sword through his heart. it clattered to the ground as he turned to ash and she groaned in pain coughing up blood as she scrambled to stop the bleeding. just how many times had she been hit? oh god she was dying. this was it. the end of her. tears streamed down her face as she struggled to survive. she didn't want to die. not like this. WORDS: 531 TAGGING: mal NOTES: meh haha We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 2, 2011 22:36:56 GMT -5
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He breathed a sigh of relief as he stormed into the fray like a dark tornado, his spear the only visible thing. Mercedes was still fighting, it seemed, and doing well, for a human. They were falling like flies before her, which, given the nature of her blade, was only to be expected, really. It smelled like silver, too, which was too be expected, what with the ease it was disposing of the vampires. But he had distractions enough of his own to deal with, he thought, bringing the spear across in a sweeping motion to slice through another throat. The blade wavered, then reversed to knock another gun out of a vampires hand. He didn't even have time to look at his stinging palms before the blade cut his belly upon. Smiling darkly, Mal spun away, the spear dancing through the aligned vampires like a scythe through grass.
They fell like leaves on the wind. For all of their numbers, all of their guns, they didn't know how to handle the old weapons, the old ways. He was fast enough that the bullets couldn't touch him. His blade plowed through them easily, splitting them, blocking them, shifting them. A blow from the shaft of his spear shattered a spine, then the blade darted in to slice it in two cleanly, the vampire falling into ash. It was instinct that drove him, but the instinct was in turn governed by practice, by repetition. He knew them, knew how they would move, know how the bullets would cut through the air, so he simply made himself move away from them, his spear darting from the darkness to puncture throats, mouths, and chests.
Then he heard them. Distinct shots, in a set rhythm, as if the shooter knew he was hitting the target, and was hitting it again and again out of spite. His eyes grew cold, and death followed in his wake as he sped towards the sound. He arrived too late. His spear embedded itself in the last of the vampires before he crouched at her side, eyes already assessing her wounds. For a human, she had fought well. There had been far more vampires than most hunters could probably have defeated, and she had done especially well, considering that they had guns. Humans, after all, did not have the ability to avoid the bullets. And, true to that, he counted numerous wounds in her. To many for him to count. He slid his arm under her head, elevating it slightly. "Can you hear me, Mercedes Samson...?" He said softly, pressing her sword into her hand. "Do you still have a desire to live?" It was an old phrase, but an almost ritualistic one in nature. Those that still thought themselves civilized often used it to initialize the turning process. After all, she had no chance of surviving otherwise...
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