A Deadly Beauty

Jason was nearly drained of his energy after about ten minutes of wondering the streets. He collapsed to his knees in an alley, feeling the fatigue from the shocks after the battle. His head was slowly slipping unconcious, but still finds the strength to stand, Jason's mind became a becon to world to search for Cassiel. He placed his hands over his heart and calmed his breathing, hoping he'd focus enough to find her. His eyes lit up when he heard the sound of her voice whisper through his mind,
"Hurry up Jason."

"Cassiel," he gasped, Jason stuggled through the pain and worked his way to her. Ignoring every sense of strain in his body, he stopped at nothing to reach her. He climbed the wall of a building to get a high P.O.V and be sure nobody was following.The good news was he found her, but the bad was that she seemed lost. The pain started to wear off after a while, so Jason was able to roam like he'd usually do, but this time not so leathal. He walked across the roof and leaned to land next to her but suddenly stopped after three random men walked up to her. Jason snared at the men after one said "Whats a cute little hotty doin out here?" Jason noticed that the man was hiding a knife in his back pocket. He had to act quickly otherwise this was going to be the one thing every person fears to happen to themselves, or somone they care about. He placed two fingers on his head and spoke to Cassiel's thoughts, and spoke only a few words.

"Cassiel, step away."

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She glared defiantly at the men who had approached her. "I'm taking a walk," Cassiel answered the man, staring him straight in the eye. "Are you going to cause a problem for me?" Her voice was challenging and her voice was strong, however, deep down she was quite frightened. Even after Jason told her to step away, Cassiel continued to glare at the men.

She did back away though. She backed away slowly and with small steps, but she was ready to fight, in case it came to that. Cassiel was confident that her vampire abilities were enough to keep her unharmed.

Oh God...where are dad's goons when I need them? She wondered suddenly. It was strange... She was sure her father would have sent a search party out, especially after she wrecked his car. What was going on today?

She shrugged the thought of her father away, returning to the present situation.
 
Jason took no chances with this given moment, the thought of what they want to do to her threw his peaceful matter out the window. He silently landed behind the three men, without a sound he drew his blade and stepped in close. The sword was gripped by both his hands, clutching against the guard, building up strength for a whole deadly swing. Jason moved closer and closer to his kill but ever so closer to the one strike he needed. At times like this you'd expect someone like her to have a gang of friends to save her ass. That ran through mind the whole time just feeling someone was on their way here looking for her. Little did Jason know, that her father was on the way. Infact he was watching from around the corner and didn't notice.


His sword was held off to his right, held close to his body preparing a flow of power unseen for years. The moment unfolded like a form of events made to happen. Jason glared at Cassiel, his eyes flushed red, fangs sharp as daggers, and furry burning throughout his limbs. The men glanced behind them, Cassiels father moving around the corner, everything was so unexpected and moved in slow-mo from Jason's eyes. He juked his sword to the right, stomping forward with his right leg shattering the ground. He pressed at the enemies with his left arm then released the blade and followed through with his right. The blade cleaved through the men men and made a shockwave of wind. Blood splashed all over the area Jason's blade was saturated with blood, when the blade came to a stop, the blood dashed off the blade and smacked on ground. Jason soon noticed how things sped up after he finished off the men, he moved towards Cassiel to see if she was harmed in the cross fire. But couldn't shake the feeling that they are being watched.​
 
Not believing that the woman was okay, Aaron followed her, losing her quickly. He sighed and looked around until he realized that there were a lot of hunters out tonight. What was going on?

He quickly followed one, and was led right to the woman. However, now she had a new protector. One that had obviously just killed the men, the hunters, in front of him. Aaron felt anger boil inside of him. He glanced at the woman. She seemed comfortable with the man that was obviously a vampire to him now. What was she doing associating with a vampire. He couldn't let this continue!

Running out, Aaron realized he couldn't take on a vampire by himself. He looked around. Where were the other hunters?
 
Tired of waiting for his numskull of a friend to call him, the lanky figure growled underneath his breath, sounding like a small tiger. Rolling against the bench to lay with an arm hitting the city sidewalk, a leg propped up on the top of the back, it seemed he was rather comfortable in his current position. Through all the hustle of the streets, certain sounds were picked up by his sensitive, slightly pointed ears, pierced and attacked by so many needles it was almost a crime. Blinking up with his head turned to stare at the sky, Axl arched an eyebrow as he listened. Someone was running, very quickly at that. In an instant, did he spot someone over on that rooftop across the street? No. That would be bizarre. However, he was use to the bizarre and strange.. He was as such himself to be exactly along the lines of those adjectives. A smile curved his lips as he sat up in one swift motion. Swirving his legs over the bench to straighten out his back, a long yawn was followed with a grunt as arms raised to the galaxy. Stretching was a favorite pasttime of the young man, he would never deny it. No one would know that he did yoga in his spare time, early in the morning, before the sun would rise. Why would he tell his friends such a thing? They look at him with fear sometimes for when he roars in their faces. Mentioning that yes he enjoys a fine cup of tea once in a while and performing unnatural stretchy poses that would make a normal human man groan and writhe in pain would probably weaken his obvious masculinity.

Now what was there to do... Staring ahead at a tavern across the street, Axl blinked a few times more as he thought quickly along his options. Drink, go clubbing alone, wander the streets, or sleep. Wow, what an exciting list he had laid out in front of him. Smirking gently, he stood up and placed his palms along his bony hips, standing his ground as a respected pedestrian of the city. And then he would decide on spending a few more minutes simply standing there, now on the game with himself seeing how long he could stand still and how many odd glances he could capture from passerbys. This would be pointless. This would be amusing. This would be the works of a child's mind trapped in an adult body.
 
Cassiel watched Jason as he came up behind the men and killed them. She would've said something had she not been focused on something behind Jason, standing on the corner, moving around the corner.

It was a mixture of terror and relief as she recognized the fancy business suit. The dark blue suit with black stripes. The polished black shoes. The neatly combed black hair.

Everything else in the world seemed to disappear as she and her father had a stare-down. The rebellious teenager versus the respected business man, who would win?

Finally Cassiel gave into the relief of seeing her father. "Father!" she shouted, still blind to all else in the world.
 
The darkness melted away as Ruby emerged from a side street and stepped into the lamplight. Her cheeks were dark red and her body hot from the blood of her last victim. Had anyone bothered to investigate the alley behind her, they would have found what was once her prey. The prey that now lay limply, the bones of the legs shattered and bitemarks disfiguring what had been pale white skin. Ruby didn't believe that humans should be left alive unless they were of some use to you. If they were willing to serve, they were spared. If not, they were tortured and drained.

Satiated for now, she regarded the human she had emerged beside. His shirt was a loud colour and stranger still, matched his hair. It would have been hard to miss him. He hadn't moved in a few minutes now, a smirk moulded in place on his lips. Interesting. She stepped a little closer, bare inches from him. She didn't often respect human boundaries. Truth be told he was lucky she wasn't touching him.

"Might I ask what you're doing?" She spoke in barely more than a whisper, her voice velvety and soft.
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Lily had been delayed that night, horribly so. Once again her position as a hunter had been called into question. She had to persuade the council that she was fit to serve. Her main defence consisted of a list of the vampires she had aided in destroying; the list was surprisingly long considering her age. Now, five minutes after the adjournment of the meeting - they had to "examine the evidence", apparently - she was nearing the city centre, her motorbike roaring all the way.

Lily had a strange intuition when it came to vampires. She had studied her sister's movements for years before she was accepted as a hunter, and then studied far more cases when she was initiated. It was that intuition that drove her to the club scene, where she was greeted by an almost empty club. She could smell blood on the air; stepping inside she could see why. The two bodies on the floor hadn't even been covered up yet.

"Sorry, friends. I wasn't quick enough." She glanced off to one side, sickened by the sight of the dead. A tiny trail of blood drops pointed her way. She set off at a sprint once more. A few minutes and a couple of dead ends later, she was faced with the familiar frame of Aaron, a fellow hunter.

Aaron, running out towards what looked to be a set of vampires. She groaned and tugged a throwing knife from it's holster on her leg.
 
"Mm? . . "
Twisting his head to the right, it was just then Axl allowed society to pull him away from his moment of amusement. He felt satisfied with the amount of time spent standing perfectly still, he was feeling some pride from it. Best to end the game in his head, his arms shot up in a stretch once more, shoulderblades twitching and sticking out of place as his limbs turned in odd directions. A grunt of relief passed from his throat before he brought his entire torso around to politely face the stranger. The first thing his eyes fell over was a gathering of silken black hair, waving against the sudden gust of wind rippling through the citywalk. Such a blow sent over the aroma which had carried from the same strands, drifting to his senses as he instinctively took in a deep breath. Shuddering softly, something was different about this woman, knowing this from the way his bones seemed to creak within his body.

"Oh. I was just playing a game. . with myself."
And then the flash of a grin was back on his gace. Naturally pointed canines shown through as his eyes wrinkled up barely, dimples in place with the same complextion he had since he was a kid. And as a kid, mind you, this look saved him from many troubling situations. If not for that smile, he might just be in jail by now for some of the hijinks he stumbled in to. Scratching the back of his neck out of habit, he gazed into the set of blue orbs dancing before him against the skull they belonged to.
"Why? Are you doing something more interesting at the moment?"

Clearly, she was beautiful. Axl had his time with women before, more than one in fact along his past. He knew a thing or two on how to interact with a species of the other sex, well he thought he did. On most occasions, he was found to leave the scene with a beating red handmark stuck to either cheek. It was a difficult task to think before you talked sometimes. Who had time to think when the moment was now, and you didn't want to waste another second of precious life on worrying on the sounds erupting from your vocal chords? Not him, that was for sure. Crossing his arms along his broad chest, he cleared his throat and waited for a response, oblivious to the busy life walking around him still this late at night. It was all background noise, insignificant sirens, laughter, signs of rage and crime. Nothing to fret over.​
 
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