Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 11:53:19 GMT -5
It's a fairly quiet evening as many people enjoy a peaceful night on the town in Phoenix, Arizona. Sadly that joy is brought to a halt as two gunshots echo and people start to scream and run out of one of the local bars. A man is sent flying onto the street and seems to have deep wounds in his knees, A foot out of the door may attest to the reason the man is on the street. A few people keep sprawling out as a man in a leather jacket and a raised hood slowly walks out to the man now crying on the ground. The hooded man lunges down with a swift knee to the stomach as he seems to be trying to stab the crying man in the chest. Upon closer inspection the item is not a knife but a stake made of redwood. By now panic has erupted throughout the block and a faint hum of sirens can be heard as the now crying man struggles against the stake closing in on his chest.
Adam begins to notice the crowd forming and stepping to the side as a faint siren starts to get closer. He briefly lets go of the stake as he flexes his wrist and a small bolt with silver seemingly appears in his right hand. Pressing it gently he starts to seemingly brand the crying man who is not distracted enough to let the stake pierce his heart, thus ending the struggle. The crying man starts to burst and startle the humans who are unaware of the world yet few might be able to understand what it was. Adam takes his stake and the vampire's wallet and proceeds to book it into an alley just as police get there, wondering where the attacker is and what exactly is going on. Adam thankfully has some speed on him as well as practice in avoiding the law.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 12:39:53 GMT -5
Rae had been in one of the bars, like the rest of the town she stepped out onto the street when the action had started. But unlike the rest of the crowd she noticed the stake, she noticed the expert hands who wrestled what appeared to be something ‘not from this world’ to the ground and destroyed it. Rae knew these things, she understood these things. Her father had left her something called; ‘The Casefile’ and from that she had begun to learn the dark secrets of the alternative world.
Her chocolate eyes photographed everything and as the Vampyre went up into flames, she glanced quickly to the crowd around. Well, he wasn’t a keen showman, like most of their kind he seemed to prefer to keep to the shadows. The once peaceful night was taken over by sirens and flashing blue lights, screaming and fear and the stench of burnt flesh in the air. Rae wet her lips and tried not to smile as she noticed the hooded figure disappear down an alleyway.
Well it would be rude not to follow wouldn’t it? Not in her usual get up, Rae was dressed in tanned chinos, dark brown boots and a cream vest. It was warm tonight, comfortable to be out in. But, her hair, as always ensured she stood out. The skittle coloured pinks and blues and red strands were tied up into an artsy bun on the nap of her neck.
She didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons, but then she wouldn’t be a very good hunter if she showed all of her cards.
Rae cut across the street and ducked down into the darkness of the alleyway in time to see the figure disappearing towards the end of it. She didn’t call out, but glanced over her shoulder for the police. Fortunately they were distracted by the chaos. It would be hours before they started to look for the hooded stranger. Fortunately, Rae didn’t need to go through protocols and she didn’t need to question witnesses. Instead, she followed down the alley and as she got further into the darkness she let out a low whistle. Let him know she was there…let him make the first move now.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 13:31:49 GMT -5
Adam heard the whistle as he started to turn the corner, within a heartbeat a desert eagle was in his hand and seemed aimed at the woman's head. Adam's movements were quicker than his gaze. The hood shifts as he glances over to who, or what, has been following him. His gun stays aimed at her for a little bit but she could see the lightest hint of his jaw dropping before it finds it's place back where it belongs as does his gun. A quick motion behind his back and it's resting peacefully where he needs it. Adam says nothing but nods to the alley he was about to turn down and seemingly asks her to follow.
In the alley lays a '96 ford ranger that has been turned into a beast of metal and speed. He opens the back bed and various tools and a coffin can be seen as he switches out his license plates. He does not speak yet or remove his hood but when he's finished he will open the passenger door for her and invites her in. "It's safer to talk on the move." His words roll off of his tongue calmly and patiently. The only thing seen yet under his hood is a soft and polite smile. He seems willing to talk now but would prefer to go somewhere else away from the scene he just created. "Trust me... I am a friend...." is all he says before moving to the driver side and getting in.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 13:59:40 GMT -5
A gun.
Then a car.
Rae followed his nod, though she had an amused curve in her raised eyebrow.
It was a little intimidating for any girl to follow a stranger, let alone a strange man, down an alley way and then get into a car with him. She hangs back a little watching him as he bends to switch out his plates and Rae catches a glance of the gun, shining from his belt. As he opens the passenger door for her she slips up so she is stood close to him, “Friend huh?” She asked him, fluttering her gently made-up eyes at him. They were chocolate, dark and deep pools that swirled with sweet, sexy stuff. Close enough to be consider sensitive.
There was a reason for her getting this close, she was looking to disarm him off the gun. Slipping her fingers between the folds of his clothes she drew the weapon away from the holster and into the back of her pants. She could do this without him knowing, she had the speed and agile of someone far more slick and sly than your average human. She had disarmed many creatures in this manner before.
Once she had removed the gun from his possession, she slide into the passenger seat.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 14:27:57 GMT -5
Adam's color returns to normal, from his bright red state just moments before, as he gets in he notices the lack of push against his seat. Like a wallet in the back pocket, his pistol has become a recognized feeling when he sits down. He let's out a soft sight as he starts it up and shakes his head, he lets her hold onto it for now if to just set her at ease. Besides he has a few things up his sleeve if need be. He slowly pulls out of the alley before turning toward the highway.
He stays silent as Can you feel the beat? by Nachtmahr plays in the background of the truck's engine. The moment that truck hits the highway he floors it, reaching seventy, ninety, one twenty, one sixty, weaving in and out of traffic closer and closer to each car he passes. Calmly in a sort of trance like state he's flooring like no other right before he pulls off the highway to a small side road. He eventually makes his way to a small forest preserve where he puts it in park and turns it off.
Once the cabin light goes off he takes off his hood and reveals his handsome mug. The face is slightly scarred but still attractive as his deep blue eyes lock with hers. "I'm Adam...." He unbuckles and leans his back against the door so he can face her without turning his head. "Can I have my gun back now? it feels weird without it... " he speaks softly as he extends his right hand. He speaks softly and calmly yet his eyes seem to scream with nervousness and they are complimented by the faint coloration in his cheeks just barely noticeable from the moonlight.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 14:39:17 GMT -5
His blush was cute, she had to admit that.
Once there had been a time when she was uncomfortable with the closeness of another. In fact, deep down there was a small naive girl screaming at herself. Rae, more recently had become destructive. Her Uncle was back on the scene and she had lived in a terrible fear of him for so long that she had come to hate herself. It was easy to do stupid and destructive things when you hated yourself because the outcome was irrelevant. When it came to the sport of the bedroom she had no experience other than terrible abuse, but this tease she bestowed upon him was something she was well versed in; even if he didn’t realise it was empty teasing to ensure she got her own way.
"I'm Adam...."
“Maria.” She lied to him, using her alias.
"Can I have my gun back now? it feels weird without it... "
In answer to him Rae takes apart the gun, unlocking the safety, dropping the magazine into her lap and inspecting it. She counts the bullets in the slider and checks the barrel, something of a dab-hand with fire arms, though when it came to personal use she found them somewhat impersonal. Rae liked to see the fire in her victim’s eyes- maybe she was more damaged than she ever truly realised?
With the weapon in two bits she unclips the dashboard holder and shoves the empty vessel of the gun inside it. Did she feel safer? Perhaps. Had she demonstrated that she was not afraid of him? Most definitely. It wasn’t always what you were that counted, but what you pretended to be. Right now, Rae was kick-ass. She was a girl unlike many others.
She looked up at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. “So, Adam, what are you going to do with me now you have kidnapped me?” She asked him, a dark look on her pretty face.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 14:58:01 GMT -5
Adam flushes bright red as he turns tries to speak but fails, open mouths and empty words fill the car as he turns, covering his face. "I.I~i~i-I... *cough* I didn't kidnap.. I simply wished to talk away from the scene unfolding in the street...." He swallows hard as he turns back to her, it would be obvious that indecent thoughts invaded his mind at first but he seemed to truly be a gentleman in this situation.
"I am sorry for pointing the gun at you but you most likely understand that..that..." he looks back away after his eyes start to wander, now his gaze is fixed out toward the moon as his face seems to stay red. Rolling down the window slightly to bring in the nice cool night air he continues. "I take it you followed me after seeing what unfolded there.... and I guess well... I... I don't know why I asked you to get in my truck... I guess I wanted to talk...." He shrugs as he leans against the door again, less rigid and crosses his arms. Slowly turning his gaze back to her. "You seemed like you wished to talk to me or at least ask questions." He seems very uncomfortable, or at least very nervous, now that the adrenaline has died down.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 15:06:10 GMT -5
Once more her eyebrow rose skyward, he was unorthodox. She had met others; hunters like her, in her time and most of the men in this trade were fierce bear-like men who knew how to crush you as soon as look at you. But him, there was something different about him. When he apologised to her she was even surer that there was something not very ‘right’ about all of this. He had picked her up in his car, drove her across the highway and way from the city and into a forest clearing. A girl was able to presume he had sordid thoughts that she was going to have to defend herself from him and now- he stumbled over his words.
Her eyes followed the window on his side of the car as it rolled down and disappeared into the doorframe.
"I take it you followed me after seeing what unfolded there.... and I guess well... I... I don't know why I asked you to get in my truck... I guess I wanted to talk....You seemed like you wished to talk to me or at least ask questions."
“Talk to you?” She shook her head, fingers nimbly tucking a pink strand back behind her ear. “I didn’t want to talk to you, sweetheart.” She said in her bold British tones, her voice so full of intelligence. “I was following you to make sure you didn’t do any more damage.”
Rae glanced down to her fingernails and picked the paint of the thumb nail for a moment. “Our kind don’t generally kill Vampyres in the middle of the street, most of us have got a little more decorum than that.” She told him straight. “Killing, in the open, like you did tonight, is dangerous. It upsets the balance. You want to kill so freely you go to a supernatural club and hope to hell and Satan himself that they decide to let you leave alive. You don’t do it in the street- what are you, new to this or something?”
But despite her accusing words her voice was soft, it danced on the air like ribbon on the wind.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 15:25:34 GMT -5
He kind of laughs at this. "No... I've been at this for a few years now... and it does not upset the balance...." He smiles as he looks up. "Balance was obtained.... He was liberated from his curse of over excess and debauchery...." He looks back at her now, his eyes full of determination and zealotry. "Justice is the balance.... It just played out he was not human...." The sudden shift might be unnerving or simply odd. He goes from nervous nelly to determined zealot in one word. Even with his eyes screaming domination and anger, his smile is soft and kind. He keeps to his side but something deeper is in this man than simple profession.
"If that man was human, his vile deeds still needed to be judged, Balance holds no favor to work in the shadows or broad daylight..." His words are of one alone for most of his life. Reaching into his jacket he pulls out a small leather-bound book that he proceeds to open, turning on the light to show just how burnt and damaged his leather jacket really is, he begins to flip through the back pages. The light reveals all of his features, his handsome face as well as the scars that adorn the sides of his head and neck, While the scars are not extensive or all over they are faint and noticeable at this angle.
He listens to any of her words as he continues to pull out the vampire's wallet and look for any cards which he pockets as well as IDs and such. Upon finding a small sentence involving the name of the vampire he slew he crosses it out and closes the book turning back to his guest. "I'm sorry if I made it difficult for you.... I....yea.. sorry..." The nervousness is in his voice slightly yet his eyes still seem very aggressive. He is fighting something back and even if his words and smile are calm and nervous, his eyes are almost feral.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 15:36:27 GMT -5
There it was, the darkness inside. She saw it then, flickering into his piercing blue eyes. She had seen looks like that before, many times, in other hunters, in creatures being hunted. She had even seen that look aimed at her, in the possessive obsession of her Uncle. Her Uncle who she was escaping, who, even as the night drew thicker in its darkness would be chasing her, trying to find her, to trap her once more. An idea blossomed in her mind; perhaps she could use this man, this Adam, who could not decide if he was a bumbling idiot or a determined ranger.
“What happened to you?” She asked him, watching him palm through the vampyre’s belongings, watching him as he once more stumbled his way through something of an explanation. There was something going on here below the surface, each act he committed proved it to her and as he turned on her finally with his feral eyes, and as she watched them dance around so anxiously, she reached out and touched his cheek.
Rae was not a woman who looked for physical contact, but there was something of a frightened buck about this man. Careful with her touch, her fingertips gentle and avoiding the scars on his face she reached out a sweet and soothing touch to his face, to calm him, to prove she did not mean him any harm. Perhaps, within the broken girl, she recognised the look. It was one she had often found dancing in her eyes, fear, desperation, driven passionate determination, embarrassment. All of these things seemed to be wrapped up in his eyes.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 15:50:21 GMT -5
Adam freezes with shock as he calmed down, he was afraid slightly since he has not been touched in who knows how long. He jolts only momentarily as his tone turns cold and callous. "What do you want....I didn't save you from anything nor do I seem to truly intrigue you...." He seems to stare at her for a while before he relents. "My parents were killed when I was young and I was raised... tricked.... by my uncle just to be eaten....I've watched deamons do good and humans do horrid things..." he pauses as he lets her touch him, he likes it but at the same time has his wits about him. "Now... did I invite an Angel by my side or the deamon in my head...."
While he looks at her he finds himself feeling mixed up and confused, he is aware of individuals using what upper hands they have to get what they want, he is used to using this method himself. However he is reveling in the moment and his depression is evident. A life of killing alone with momentary friends and eternal enemies wears on the hunter's eyes. He tries his best to hide it however as he uses all of his might to control himself. Looking toward the outside and then back to her he contemplates stepping out for some fresh air but waits to see what she says first.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 16:00:38 GMT -5
He jolts only momentarily as his tone turns cold and callous and Rae withdrew her hand from his face, placing it back on her lap. For a moment she found herself comparing him with Vrases. She had, strangely, felt comfortable to be herself around the Werebeast, was this an extension of that? Did she pity him? She didn’t even know this stranger and yet she was acting so confidently around him? Perhaps too much time with Vrases was wearing off on her.
"What do you want....I didn't save you from anything nor do I seem to truly intrigue you...."
She blinked, looking down at her lap, thoughts of the gun in the glove in her mind as she responded to him. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” She said and for a moment the silence passed them by before he spoke again.
. "My parents were killed when I was young and I was raised... tricked.... by my uncle just to be eaten....I've watched deamons do good and humans do horrid things..."
His uncle. Rae visibly shuddered, her hands trembling in her seat and she balled them into fists to keep herself from fleeing. The instinct inside her to run rather than face the truth of this was overbearing but she was still strapped in by the belt and she was still staring at her lap.
"Now... did I invite an Angel by my side or the daemon in my head...."
Finally he looked away, she could feel relief flood through her as his burning eyes turn away from her. It was then, and in a quiet whisper, that she spoke; “My Uncle caused me pain too.” Though her story wasn’t the same, she couldn’t imagine how horrid it would feel to be so…misused. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
But then, she didn’t draw the comparisons between them, nor did she think he had suffered worse and pity him. Rae wet her lips and unbuttoned her seat-belt. She rose from her seat, stepping out of the car and out into the cooling night air.
She did not want to talk about it, she did not feel comfortable enough with him to talk about it and she was not angry as he was so was not driven by emotion to speak. Instead, she slid from the seat and walked a few paces away from him. Her hands were trembling fists at her side and she stood staring up at the stars through the canopy of trees. Rae had to get a grip on herself, though; in that moment her mind went to a dark and self-destructive place.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 16:13:25 GMT -5
He cusses under his breath as he leans to grab his gun and ammo, putting it back where it belonged he jumped out of the truck and muttered. "I'm a fuckin' idiot..." He walked up next to her and held his hands behind his back, one in the other. "I...I'm sorry... you live long enough alone... you forget your manners and yourself...." He looks up to the stars as he speaks next. "I was taken back by your beauty and wanted you in malicious ways due to the adrenaline pumping through my body... I've never had anyone close so the instincts can take over.... It is unjust and selfish and for that I am sorry.... Truly... I am not used to having guests let alone kind ones...." he pauses for a moment as he keeps his gaze on the stars. "I ask for your forgiveness... if I have complicated anything for you and I will be more than happy to take you back..." He smirks slyly as he shifts his gaze to her. "I'll even let you hold the gun to my head this time if it'll make you feel better." He says with a musing tone. His eyes are kind and playful to match his grin yet a hint of sadness is masked within his words, he feels horrid for how he acted.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Aug 20, 2013 16:23:50 GMT -5
For the longest of times she didn’t pay him any attention, she just stared at the stars; even as he jokes about dealing her the opportunity for a little revenge and as he teased about allowing her to hold the gun again she didn’t respond. Before she could speak she had to baton down the hatches, she had to close herself off from the memories that flooded into her eidetic mind, she had to remind herself that she was older now, stronger now, that she wasn’t easily the victim anymore. Whether this was the truth or not was irrelevant, the pep talk was what was necessary to get her self-control back.
Finally, and with a false playfulness in her voice and one that mimicked his she said; “You’re assuming of course that I need your gun.” Her chin tipped down and her gaze came away from the stars to look at him. He was a little older than her, the beard on his face suggested late twenties and the seriousness of his eyes suggested he had, like her, spent a large part of that time perfecting his art or alone. His jaw was strong, his shoulders broad and he was tall, probably a foot or so taller than her. But even though he would more than likely physically best her, Rae figured that she could move quicker and with more agility than he could should she need too.
A second moment passed before she said; “Why don’t you tell me about the vampire?” It was the common ground they had that was a little easier to talk about than their family situations.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 16:38:27 GMT -5
He smiles at her comment before he looks back up at the stars. "The vampire was a Occuilus.... He was targeting children...." He leaves it at that unless she asks for more details. "Most of my kills are for crimes against the young or beaten down....The out matched or those unable to defend themselves be it human or non-human alike...." He then proceeds to sit and then lay down on the ground, arms behind his head, and eyes on the sky. He glances toward her slightly for a moment as he thinks of kissing and the like before he shakes those thoughts out of his head. It's not his fault but still he would not disrespect her in such a manner. A heavy sigh escapes his mouth as he rubs his eyes and bangs his head against the ground softly.
