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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 14, 2012 0:26:33 GMT -5
The air was cold and brisk. Street lamps flickered, and newspapers blew this way and that. The streets were deserted, mostly. It was too late for people to be out in about in this part of the town. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Vaughn to be lurking around on his own; well he was mostly on his own. A few miles in both his left and right position were two other experienced hunters. The Lt., and another who volunteered. Vaughn couldn't remember his name at the moment, but it really didn't matter. There were some sightings or activity, nothing too extravagant but it was enough for him to look anyway. He kept his crossbow out, and pointed in front of him, walking with the shadows, doing his best to stay out of the light.
Suddenly a figure dashed in front of the road. Vaughn raised his weapon, itching for the trigger. It crept its way into the light, only to reveal it was a mere house cat. It was probably out looking for a rodent no doubt. Or any bits of food for that matter. Vaughn didn't doubt that this place was infested with rodents. He had heard the scurrying all night. The buildings were old and worn down. The walls themselves are probably filled with them.
Vaughn slipped his way through the maze of buildings, treading lightly and making himself scarce to the untrained. Then again, if there were any Lycans or Vampires in the area, they no doubt have already sensed or smelled him. And he knew it. Walking carefully wasn't for him to get the jump on a Vampire of Lycan. He did it so he would know if they were about to get the jump on him.
He occasionally looked down at his motion tracker, but saw nothing on it that was interesting. But with all the rats moving about, it was hard to really see if there was any threat in the area.
Vaughn came to an end of an alley way. Behind him was coughing, he turned, caught off guard, and saw a homeless man sitting on the ground that begun to laugh.
"Did I startle ya" he said with a raspy voice.
He kept the crossbow pointing at him for good measure. "You weren't what I was expecting."
"Ooh and what were you expecting?" He said, shifting his body.
"Nothing you would understand." Vaughn said, lowering his weapon down a little bit.
"You're talking about one of them Vamps right? Yeah, I seen 'em around every now and again. But frankly, they leave me alone."
"Have you seen any recently?"
The man moved forward a tiny bit and leaned his head forward. "Well," he said, coughing. "Now that you mention it--" The homeless man bore his fangs and leaped forward at Vaughn, yelling a deathly scream that echoed in the tight alley way.
Vaughn moved on instinct, and pulled the trigger. A lone wooden dart struck the homeless man in the heart. He died almost instantly. He then put his hands together and looked down with his eyes closed. After saying a little prayer, he gestured the cross with his hands. Vaughn put a finger up to his ear to activate his communications link to any Hunters in the area. "Lt. I found a Vamp, I had to take it down otherwise I'd have gotten a good chump of my neck taken off." Vaughn heard the beeping confirmation, but only heard static back when trying to make a connection.
He let out a deep breath, "Damn." He knew all the buildings might have been blocking a formidable signal. He would have to talk to Hobbs about setting something up that works better. Vaughn turned around and looked towards where the alleyway and road meet up. He saw a woman run past the alley way entrance in a full out sprint. Vaughn ran after her, knowing she may have seen something. She was fast, damn fast. Vaughn kept a steady pace behind her, but she was moving farther and farther away.
Vaughn reached the end of the road, where the industrial park meets with the pier and the ocean. He was out of breath, and knew he had probably lost the woman. With his crossbow aimed to the ground he walked around. He saw a recently disturbed patch of dead grass, and a few snapped limbs of weeds. He walked over and felt the weeds, they were still wet. He knew she had to run through here, or at least something did.
Her trail lead him to the old Water Treatment Facility. When he arrived at the front door, it was creaked open. Vaughn pushed it open silently and stepped in. The lights were dim, broken, or flickering. But at least he could see in front of him. Vaughn made himself to the center of the complex, where there was a big opening with large machinery. Balconies and stair cases lined the outside of the giant opening. She could be anywhere in here by now.
Vaughn then heard one of the balconies creak. The balconies were now merely rusted metal. For all he knew the age of the building could have been worn it down so it creaked every now and then. But there was still a chance it was from her. He spoke loudly, his voice bouncing off of the metallic walls, "I mean you know harm. I wish to speak with you." As he spoke he kept his crossbow aiming in front of him, circling around himself and looking around the room. If there was someone in here, he only hoped they were reasonable.
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 14, 2012 0:55:50 GMT -5
Trisha had been wandering the dark and lonely streets of low town. She usually wasn't comfortable walking these streets of the ghetto, but her job searching had taken her far and wide. No one was really willing to hire her especially since she didn't exactly have any legal paperwork. Trisha was forced to abandon all forms of accurate identification since running away. She was a stranger and, knowing her parents, the face on a milk carton so she couldn't let anyone know who she really was or where she was from. She couldn't let them know her story. So she had to meet with managers in back alleys asking if they'd be willing to give her a hand - offer her a job and pay her under the table. Most places were reluctant to do that, and the places that were willing weren't exactly occupations she was willing to jump into just yet.
As she walked with her head down and her hands in her pockets, she heard some talking in an alley to her left. She would have just kept walking and paid it no mind, but she heard the word vamps and she was forced to turn her head curiously. Her acute vision was able to pick up on two figures. One of them looked to be homeless and the other was carrying a weapon of some kind. A crossbow? Trisha's eyes narrowed skeptically as she watched, but they soon widened when she saw the homeless man leap into action and the other man shoot him in the heart. At first she wasn't quite sure what she saw and she was left frozen, but it didn't take long for her to connect the dots.
That was a hunter.
While she wasn't that old in terms of her new found power, she had been told of what was out there, even though she wasn't interested in listening. Acting without thinking, Trisha darted down the street, hearing him chase after her. She quickened her pace, easily outrunning him. But she was too frightened to stop and if the hunters lived up to their name, then she knew better than to jut stop. They were persistent, so she was told and they never hesitated to kill. But could Trisha really blame them? She was a monster and monsters deserved to be put down. While she hated herself and what she was, Trisha was too much of a coward to give into death.
Trisha made her way to the old treatment facility and broke in, kicking in the door with ease. She closed it behind her, not realizing that it cracked back open. She was moving too quickly to pay attention to those tiny details. She needed to hide. Climbing up a near by ladder, Trisha made her way up one of the balconies and she moved into the darkness, hiding behind a large piece of machinery. She stayed there for a few moments and she heard the door to the facility open and someone moving around. They were incredibly quiet, but Trisha was able to pick up on their careful movements in the silence of the night.
She shifted slightly in her spot, making the balcony creak slightly and she grimaced in reaction. He spoke out to her, promising not to hurt her, but how could she possibly believe a word he said? She peaked out from behind the machinery and looked down on the bottom floor, seeing that he still had his crossbow aimed.
"That's rich coming from someone who looks ready to fire at the first thing that moves." Trisha knew that she had just made herself known so she moved quickly along the balcony, the metal creaking every now and then under the weight of her foot. The only weapon Trisha carried on her was her switch blade. She never really saw a reason to carry anything more if she kept herself a secret which she usually did. She didn't go around advertising herself and her true nature. "Why don't you just leave the same way you came in."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 14, 2012 1:48:10 GMT -5
He peered up into the darkness of the balconies. He heard movements and the creaking of the baclonies. She was moving. Perhaps she was looking for a vantage point, or maybe she was actually 'hunting him'. He decided to take a chance with her. Perhaps she didn't mean any harm. There was only one way to find out. Vaughn placed his crossbow on the ground and walked a few steps away from it, holding his hands faintly in the air. He had a feeling this woman wasn't just a normal human.
"I've disarmed myself. Come down and lets talk. I'm Commander Vaughn Logan of the Hunters. I don't know what you know about the Hunters, but I personally don't believe in mindless killing. I don't see you as a monster. Whether your a Vampire, or a Lycan, it doesn't matter. This doesn't have to end in violence."
He had other weapons tucked away under his long leather trench coat, but he knew he only had to use them if he needed to. And it would give him an advantage, but he doubt the woman knew about them. He walked a little further away from the crossbow, just for safe measure. Some dirt kicked up onto his shoe and rose in a haze.
Peering up into the balconies he couldn't see or hear anything. But he knew she was still there, watching and waiting. He hoped she would come down so they could speak. But, if it did end up differently than Vaughn had planned, he had two .45 cold revolvers on his belt filled with silver bullets. Hopefully it didn't have to come to that.
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 15, 2012 19:16:04 GMT -5
Trisha was nervous - very nervous. She didn't like the fact that someone had chased after her. If he didn't want to harm her, then why did he bother following her all this way? If he wasn't intent on killing her, he would have just left her to run away. He even said he was commander of the hunters. Did he think she was some kind of dumb ass? Oh, okay, now that you say that, I'll just go paint a bulls-eye on my forehead. Trisha rolled his eyes at his announcement.
She watched him put down his crossbow and step away from it. Please. She wasn't born yesterday. If he really was commander of the hunters, he would most certainly have more than a crossbow with him. She nearly scoffed out loud in response to his generous action.
"Please, you must think I'm stupid," she growled with a restrained chuckle. Trisha peaked out from behind a large piece of machinery again, looking down at him. He took another step back from his crossbow and she nibbled on her bottom lip thoughtfully. He was persistent, but how could she just trust him and show herself? That would be a death wish. "Whatever you want to say to me, just say it... Or just leave. That's a better option. Get lost, Commander."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 15, 2012 23:38:25 GMT -5
She was careful. That was a good sign. It showed that she was afraid, or at least knowledgeable of what he could possibly do. He scratches his head and put his hands on his hips, looking around the dark and cold room. Flecks of dust fell from the ceiling and onto his face. He brushed it off and blinked rapidly due to some falling into his eyes.
"What's stopping me from coming up there and finding you? If I wanted to harm you I'd be more persistent. I don't hunt anything that isn't guilty of a crime. So unless you killed someone you have nothing to worry about."
He doubt that would matter, but at least he was being honest with her. Vaughn was half tempted to climb up there and pull her down. Then at least he could speak.
"What's your name? I told you mine. It's only fair."
A mouse scattered past Vaughn and he eyed it for a moment before looking around. How long had this place been abandoned? He wondered if power even still worked and what this place even used to be. The machinery was tall and covered in dust and rust. The rust was all over, it was hard to tell what the original color of the machinery used to be.
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 16, 2012 15:43:04 GMT -5
Trisha blinked a few times as she watched him from above. His threat was very real to her and her heart stopped in her throat. He wouldn't dare... Trisha was starting to feel antsy. She was stuck up there and there really were no escape routes. And if she made a run for it, he would be sure to hear her and she was almost positive he would chase after her. Then he would probably become hostile. Trisha cursed under her breath, not caring if the commander of the hunters heard her or not. She called him a few colorful names in a hushed voice, too.
He demanded her name and she rolled her eyes. She stepped out from behind the machinery, looking down menacingly at the hunter. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously. "My name is none of your fuckin' business." She was thinking that maybe if she showed herself he would think twice and decide she wasn't worth any of his time. That's how it usually went anyway. One look at her and people would start laughing or they would just walk away. She wasn't worth anyone's time.
"Well? What now, Commander?" She didn't know much about the hunters, but she knew they were dangerous and they liked to kill monsters. He said he wouldn't harm her unless she killed someone, but in reality, she wasn't really sure if she'd ever killed anyone or not. She couldn't remember her painful and traumatic shifts because she was still young. Sometimes she would wake up with blood on her, but she never knew whose it was. So she wouldn't be telling him the truth if she said she never killed anyone because she didn't know.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 16, 2012 21:23:41 GMT -5
Vaughn looked down at the dark, dirty ground before looking back up to the balconies, letting out a long sigh. He wondered if she would ever come out, and if he would have to go up there and find her. It wasn't something he would prefer to do, he'd learn that lesson.
At a younger age Vaughn found himself chasing a Lycan, but it was a little boy, not an adult or a teenager. The boy came from an abusive house, and was placed in the boys home. Little do the orphanage now that the father was a Lycan. The boy ran away from the boys-home, and Vaughn tracked him down. The boy ended up leading him to a park. Despite what his father had told him, Vaughn considered the boy a monster and a threat. But when he looked under the jungle gym, and spotted the little boy crying, he didn't quite look at them the same. It was then he realized they are people, people with a lot more hardships to deal with than humans. To make the end of the tale even sadder, Vaughn remembers shooting a silver bullet into the boys heart when Vaughn got a little too close and the boy went berserk. It was something Vaughn would always remember; a mistake he would not make again. A part of him wished he would have handled the boy with more care, perhaps he would become his son. Vaughn had always wanted a family.
The woman came out, and he could see a darkened shape on the balconies that he knew had to be her. Vaughn didn't say anything but look up at her. She was an attractive woman, but she had a mouth. He knew she wasn't someone to have a cup of coffee with, but she probably had reason. With the Hunters being how they used to, she probably found it hard to trust him.
"You come down here and we talk. The old Commander went AWOL. I lead the Hunters now, and I lead them with a new code of conduct. I won't ask you again, please come down or I'll be forced to come up there myself."
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 16, 2012 22:09:15 GMT -5
Trisha looked down her nose at him, her jaw tightening as she considered all her options. She didn't have many and despite her hope that he would lose interest, the man seemed intent on talking to her more intimately. This is what she wanted. She just wanted to be left alone, but he was so persistent that she knew he wouldn't be leaving her alone any time soon - not until he got what he wanted. He said he just wanted to talk, but since when did anyone tell the whole truth anymore? She had to be cautious. She had to be ready. But Trisha wasn't exactly extremely capable when it came to fighting with technique. She was a brawler. She was used to bar fights and little skirmishes with people who took her size for granted. She was able to throw vicious punches and she could use her knife when backed into a corner, but that was all she knew.
He told her to come down or he would come get her and she actually believed him, but maybe that would be for the best. Maybe getting these pleasantries over and done with and being forced to get physical was the next logical step. Trisha's muscles tensed at the idea of having to really fight her way out of there. It was a possibility from the beginning. Trisha's eyes narrowed as there was a long pause between them. Finally, she moved into action, leaping over the balcony railing and landing a few yards away from the man. She made no other threatening movement. She just rose to a stand gracefully before staring at him with a direct challenge in her eyes. It was all talk though. She highly doubted she would be able to make it out of there alive if he was really a commander.
"A code, you say?" Trisha nearly laughed. "And what kind of code could there be among killers?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Aug 17, 2012 0:41:33 GMT -5
Raising his hands to his hips Vaughn stared back at the woman. He dared not to blink, he knew the potential she had. Within mere seconds he could be killed and turned into a Lycan, neither of which sounded appealing to him. Upon placing his hands on his hips, the sides of his trench coat flapped open, revealing his holstered weapons along his belt. He made no movements toward them or any sign he was about to reach for them. But he was showing her they were there, in case she tried to do anything.
"I don't kill the misunderstood. Only the murderers, that's my code." Vaughn tipped his hat to her and kept a stern and steady face. He was ready for a fight, although he didn't want one. He thought about extending a hand for a more formal greeting, but he determined that wasn't for the best.
"You saw me killing a Vampire in the alleyway. I did it in self defense, not in cold blood." He doubted she cared anyway, but saying it didn't hurt.
He didn't want to make the same mistake that he made with the little boy. If Vaughn had the chance to prevent a fight he would. The boy was scared, and didn't know how to control his power, it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't his fault he was dead. It was Vaughn's fault, because he didn't know how to handle a situation like that. He hoped, if there is a God, he would forgive his sin.
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Post by Trisha Morello on Aug 17, 2012 1:45:18 GMT -5
Trisha saw the array of holstered weapons hidden under the man's trench coat. Instantly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise in alarm. Her muscles tensed noticeably and she took a step back, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she snarled at him. While he was only making a gesture to inform her that he was still armed, Trisha took it as a very deliberate threat. She wanted to accuse him of lying to her, deceiving her. She clenched her hands into fists, squeezing them so hard that her knuckles turned a pale white.
But his words made her want to laugh. She scoffed. "Misunderstood?" Trisha rolled her eyes. "Please, we aren't a pack of misguided teenagers experimenting with sex and drugs. We don't need your understanding. We just need you to leave us alone." Trisha didn't know why she was speaking of a collective when she wasn't even part of the pack. She didn't identify herself with the collective werewolf society. She turned her shoulder on them even as the alpha came to see her and offer her his support. She cursed at him and told him to get lost, even threw a brick at his limo. She felt no kinship toward other werewolves.
"I don't care if you killed another vampire or werewolf in self defense or not! I don't give a fuck!" He was making her nervous. "Are you here to ask questions, or what?! Attack me? Do it already!" Her heart was racing and her stomach was turning nervously.
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