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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 4, 2012 0:35:20 GMT -5
Vaughn took in another piece of the cake, digging into it deeply with his fork, dripping chocolate oozed down the side which only quickened Vaughn's want (or possibly need) to insert the piece into his mouth. With a grin, he looked up at Namahri. "It is--It's so good."
Turning towards the window, he looked outside. The streets were all but deserted, silent, windless--The sound of glass breaking rang through the street adjacent to them. A body fell from the second story onto the ground. Vaughn stood and rushed to the door. "Everyone stay calm!" He yelled, knowing many probably heard or witnessed the falling.
Vaughn turned towards Namahri, not knowing whether she should come or not. Being a Vamp though, he thought, she could handle herself. He ran across the street, pulling out his desert eagle from behind him. Vaughn heard growling, whispering, and faint gasps. What the hell was going on?
He could feel his stomach yelling at him for not finishing the cake, but right now he had to shove those impulses away. Vaughn crouched into the darkness, keeping silent and still. With gun in hand, steady and straight, he looked around the corner to find something gruesome that sent a faint chill up his back.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Nov 7, 2012 10:58:27 GMT -5
Namahri smiled across the table to her counterpart, who was indulging himself in the creamy chocolate confection in front of him. She, too, was enjoying the sweetness and warmth of the cake. It was amazing how quickly a bite of a delicious dessert could make the world's troubles melt away --
That illusion was quickly broken just as the window outside had been. The vampire whipped her head around, gazing out at the window to see the figure land on the pavement, body crumpled in on itself. Dropping her fork, the female immediately got up and followed Vaughn to the door. He shot her a quick gaze before darting out the door, pulling out his gun from his waistband. Nami saw shine and glisten of the metal in the darkness, fear of what lay ahead filling her pounding heart. What was there amidst the dark? What was lurking and haunting the streets of the district? What were they getting themselves into?
Namahri eased up on her dash following Logan, coming to a slow stop next to the man. She looked at him. His expression told of something harrowing before them. It didn't look pretty. Reluctant, the vampiress turned her attention to what growled and furled on the ground, something she hoped to have never witnessed.
On the ground, the cold and rough blacktop, a seemingly human form writhed in pain. To an untrained eye, the man might seem to just be having a seizure; but, to the immortal woman and the aware man, it was something completely different. This was a man who was turning into a beast, a monster, a killer. They were becoming something that the Hunters despised and both lycan and vampire tried to eliminate. They were witness to the beginning of a rogue, uncontrolled animal, vicious and cold-blooded. No doubt when the transformation was complete that this man's newfound hunger would drive him stark mad. Namahri could smell the odor vampire rolling off his body; it slithered its way up her nostrils, stinging at her sinuses and making her eyes water. It was too concentrated and too fresh for her to handle. The smell was only half as horrible as the sight.
Those things alone, however, did not disturb Namahri as much as the only other thing on her mind. If she were to lose control like this man, what would Logan do to her? The changing man's fate was already sealed. He would be put down before he caused any problems; but, what fate would she suffer should that day ever come? Would hers be the same? Subconsciously, the vampiress began to shake and move away from the Hunter Commander in fear. |
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 9, 2012 15:10:40 GMT -5
Vaughn looked around, as if searching for a possible other in the area. The man screamed as fur grew from his body and he tore off his flesh with newly developed claws. Watching from a distance with his gun drawn, Vaughn tip-toed closer. Slowly, he pulled out his clip, making sure he had enough ammunition to take the beast down.
Namahri was close, he could still smell her perfume nearby, but she was slowly moving. Vaughn pulled a silencer from his jacket pocket and screwed it on, pointing the gun at the newly turned werewolf. The screaming intensified, and Vaughn knew now was the time to quiet the situation. Pulling the trigger a few times, the beast roared louder until finally stopping.
Vaughn walked over carefully and put his fingers up to the half-turned body. There was a faint pulse. Vaughn grabbed at his watch and twisted the center in a semi-circle, there was a faint hum. "Lt., we need to evacuate a freshy from my vicinity--A wolf." The reply was faint with some buzzing in the background but the response was still clear enough for Vaughn to interpret it.
Shoving the gun back down the back of his pants, Vaughn pulled up on his shirt and walked over towards Namahri's direction, "Something wrong?"
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Nov 12, 2012 11:47:30 GMT -5
"Something wrong?"
The vampiress looked atVaughn with distance settled deep into her brown eyes. There was a glimmer of fear and shock that came over her delicate, Victorian features; her mouth was gaped open, a few slow blinks in response to the event that just went down. Without hesitation or an inkling of struggle, the hunter had just disposed of another supernatural. It was second nature to him -- she understood that; but, it didn't make her less scared of him. In fact, Namahri felt a little more like she was walking on eggshells with him.
Quietly, she mumbled,"N-no ... just ... the smell of wolf bothers me ... that's all." It wasn't a complete lie. The smell really did bother her. She just really didn't want to have to explain how the sureness in his actions frightened her to the core. She didn't want to have to say that the glisten of his metallic weapon struck a chord of worry in her mind. She didn't want to have him take offense to anything and turn on her so quickly, only to dispatch her like he did the lycan on the ground.
Namahri sighed, wrapping her arms around herself against the fall, cool air. It was getting late. They had spent quite some time together already, and the vampire was feeling like she should take her leave. She turned on her heels and walked back into the restaurant. Other patrons were curious, but didn't bother going against the commander's instructions. They whispered and gossiped to each other, some still petrified to the core about seeing the body fall out of the window. Namahri ignored all of it. She simply walked up to her booth, grabbed her purse and headed back outide. She didn't even want to finish the delicious confecture that still sat on the table. The vampiress walked up to the hunter, though a little more cautiously than she would have earlier. Her voice was low so only he would hear it,"I think I shoud go ... Thanks for dinner. We should do it again sometime." It was with that the woman kissed the man's lips lightly in thanks before brushing past him and heading down the sidewalk, the gentle clicks following her footsteps
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