Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 18, 2011 16:50:00 GMT
A rough, guttural kind of growl rolled up to rattle in the air between them at the name she tossed his way. Predictable really and not the first time he had heard a dog joke in his many years as a werewolf who hunted vampires, it certainly wouldn't be the last either, but they still got his hackles up. Even at his age they were crude but effective. The smallest things could irritate and provoke a man like Thatcher and if she hadn't shown she was on his side, so to speak, he might have reacted. It might have earned him a bullet he really could do without but he was controlled by his temper a good deal of the time, one of the many negative traits he hadn't yet figured out how to iron out. Maybe on some level he just didn't want to because that temper had played its part in keeping him alive all these years.
"Maybe you will," he returned, willing to let the name drop, recognising the offer for what it was. She hadn't meant anything by it, not really, certainly not anything lasting and they each had more important things to deal with. She was wounded, perhaps even badly, and so was he and his wolf was still close to the surface. Thatcher had never attacked a human without provocation, he had made sure of that, but he still wasn't the type to take risks with that kind of thing. As much as it riled his wolf side to be the first to move in such a retreating sort of fashion he started to walk backwards, keeping his eyes on her but showing that he wasn't looking for another fight.
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Teresa
Human
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Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Mar 21, 2011 14:13:55 GMT
Teresa tracked him with the gun, standing straight but with one arm wrapped around her midriff. It was a relief that he was backing away and that this wouldn't go any further than a few words spat in frustration. It was obvious that she was hurt and she knew she was no match for either a wolf or a vampire at present, she just wanted to get home and tend to her wounds, crunch down the strongest painkillers she could find and sleep.
So she watched him back away with a curt sort of smirk on her lips in answer to his statement that maybe she would see him around. Betraying weakness wasn't something she liked to do no matter the situation and even though he was already backing away and she could tell by his expression that he wasn't interested in another fight she didn't want to give him any reason to think that she might be an easy target for whatever reason. Reputation was important in the supernatural world of hunters; she didn't need anything getting around about a human woman getting her ass kicked and crying about it.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 21, 2011 16:00:02 GMT
The end of the alley in which they had fought the vampires was approaching at his back. It was stupid to back up the way he was, exposing one of his most vulnerable points to any attackers lying in wait and he hated to be the one retreating from the scene but they were both hurt and tired and at the end of the day someone had to yield. If they ever crossed paths again he wouldn't be the one to back down first -- not that he was backing down simply backing away -- and he promised himself that there and then. It helped a little but not a lot. It would have to do.
With the heated displeasure of his wolf rising to the surface just long enough to colour his eyes he felt the end of the alley, sensed the open air at his side that betrayed the presence of another alley leading out of sight and away. His gaze remained locked on the human's for a moment longer before he backed up and around the corner completely, allowing a tight grimace of discomfort to wash over his face now he was out of her line of sight and there was no one to see weakness. Something told him she would be allowing herself the same fleeting moment before she moved on.
Sucking in as deep a breath as his battered ribs would allow he looked up and down the alley, gaze travelling towards the rooftop overhead long enough to ascertain there would be no threat from above before he started to stride with decisive intent towards the street onto which the alley would lead, the beginning of the path back to his apartment.
CONTINUED AT: Apartment Complex; Building C; Thatcher's Apartment.
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Teresa
Human
Hunter
Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Jul 18, 2011 16:47:06 GMT
Oh God. Oh fucking shit.
Teresa slumped into an exhausted heap in the alleyway once the wolf was gone, hopefully for good. It was obvious she was in a bad way, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes and bit down on her tongue to make them stop; this was no time to cry like a little bitch, she was tougher than that, she was stronger than anything the fucked up underbelly of Los Angeles could throw at her. They had tortured and beaten her as soon as she could walk and talk to make her the toughest human bitch on this continent and as much as she hated what they'd done to her she wasn't about to let it all slip away before she'd had a chance to kill every single one of them. But it just hurt so fucking bad. Her ribs, her throat, her arms and fingers, even her knees ached.
It hurt, also, to admit to herself that she was not dragging herself out of this alleyway, not all the way back to her apartment at east. it hurt to admit she needed help. Coughing and tasting blood from the torn inside of her mouth she reached into her jacket for her cell phone, hoping that it was still intact.
It was.
Teresa thumbed through the numbers, most were snitches and people who owed her for one thing or another. One of them belonged to Ian and she hovered over it with a taut scowl. God, he would fucking rub this in her face until the end of time, but she didn't know who else to call. Most people in her address book would kill her as soon as help her out, they would love to get out of their debts and remove the human thorn from their sides. Fuck. After a couple of steeling breaths she dialled the number and brought her phone to her ear, wedging herself down into the small, sharp space created by a dumpster and the wall of a liquor store.
"Pick your fucking phone up," she muttered under her breath, she didn't know if she would be able to muster the humility to try calling twice.
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Teresa
Human
Hunter
Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Jul 20, 2011 22:12:35 GMT
"Reign," Ian said by way of cautious greeting. "What'd I do this time?"
Teresa huffed an unamused laugh that turned into a cough. "Nothing yet," she grunted, rolling her head back against the dumpster and seeing spots in the corners of her vision. "But the night's fucking young."
Considering that she was about to ask for his help she could have been nicer, she could have offered a civil greeting but considering how out of character for her such a turnaround would be he might have hung up or something. Tess couldn't manage civility when she was operating at one hundred percent, anyway, so trying when she was wrecked up from fighting was stupid and impossible. If there was one thing about her it was that she never tried to be anything other than exactly what she was.
"Look-- where are you?" She cut to the chase, squeezing her eyes shut as if this were just as painful as a physical wound. It was in a way. "I-- fuck, I'm in a bad fucking way, okay?"
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Teresa
Human
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Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Jul 31, 2011 23:25:00 GMT
"I'm at MacLauren's," Ian rumbled down the receiver. "But I was just leaving."
At first her intention was to interrupt him there and tell him that she was kind of close to his place anyway and she'd just drag her ass there, take some damn Tylenol and stagger home or whatever, or a motel she didn't care, but her lungs seemed to want to vacate her body at that stage and she missed half of his words through trying to suppress wet hacks with the sleeve of her jacket.
"Don't you move, Tess. I'm comin' to find you - hang tight, okay?"
"Wait-- Ian don't--" Too late. He'd hung up. "Fuck," Tess gritted out, taking her phone and hurling at against the far wall of the alley as hard as she could. What she had been expecting she didn't know, only that she didn't know how to deal with the indignity of him coming to actually pick her up in the state that she was in; spattered in cold, dead blood, her own on her teeth and tongue, cracked and broken ribs, a bruised back and so many scrapes and cuts she couldn't actually feel them yet, her boy prioritising the more serious injuries for recognition. All she could think as she tried to muster the energy to at least be standing when Ian got there was that she had been through worse. It was a sad but true fact; she had been beaten worse in the past. Whether she liked it or not she would heal, slowly and in the most unbearably human way. Soon enough she would be back out in the streets on the verge of getting herself killed and that was that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2011 16:14:30 GMT
Continued from: MacLauren's
Even with the other scents of the city flooding his senses - the smog, the people - it didn't take long for Ian to lock onto Teresa's scent. She was close, at least; he wouldn't have to go tearing all through tarnation to find her, and that was a relief. It was entirely possible that he was overreacting. It was even more possible that Teresa would tear his head off for flying off to "save her" like this, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
He cut back on the accelerator, the bike's engine going from a pitched roar to an easy rumble as he honed in on Teresa. The trail took him off the main road and down a particularly shady backstreet. Ian finally rolled to a stop and cut the engine - she was close by. The soles of his boot hit concrete at a jog.
"Reign!"
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Teresa
Human
Hunter
Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Sept 14, 2011 20:58:31 GMT
It was slow progress moving from the tucked-in back alley the fight had taken place in to the back streets, and even though Ian had told her not to move she used the wall for support and slid along it out of the narrower passages. It was then she heard the growl of a bike approaching, a familiar sound in Los Angeles but this one was slowing down and she was, in that moment where no one was around to see it she was grateful that he had come so quickly, that he had come at all when she had called. The bike's engine stopped after a few minutes, close by now, and then she heard her name. She chewed down her pride and mustered what little strength she had left.
"Here," Tess groaned, limping around a corner and leaning her bony hip against the brick work. She coughed and spat blood, raising her dark eyes to him. "Don't you say a--" she wheezed a little, shaking her head as a ringing sound started to resonate through her skull. "Don't say a fucking word."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2011 21:47:00 GMT
Ian skidded to a stop. "Jesus, Tess."
She was in a bad fucking way all right. It was only the stormy look on her face that kept him from making any further comment, but it was a struggle, to be sure. He'd never been the kind of person to keep his opinions to himself. He felt his jaw go tight with irritation as he closed the distance between them to get a better look at her injuries; the scent of her blood set his wolf on edge.
"Don't you tell me what to do, Reign," he rumbled. "You called me, remember?" He held out an arm to her as he continued, "And at least let me take some of your weight, Christ."
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Teresa
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Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Sept 15, 2011 15:04:34 GMT
Old injuries seemed to burn anew, her knee ached horrifically as she stepped away from the wall and grabbed Ian's arm with bloody hands, her shoulder begged for relief that she could not give it. At the very least she had been able to retrieve her weapons, for some reason that took the edge off, or maybe that was the remains of the adrenaline in her system. Her sword slid back into the space between her shoulder blades she had crafted for it to fit and her guns were back in their holsters, safe and secure. In that respect at least she felt in one piece.
"I just need some fucking Tylenol," she grumbled at him, hair falling into her face from her black-leather shoulders as she leant against him, more than she would have liked to lean on anyone. "Bastards got a few lucky hits is all."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2011 16:00:37 GMT
"No, what you need is a hospital," Ian rumbled. "And probably a goddamn shrink, while we're at it."
Tess was a big girl - she knew what she was doing and she could take care of herself. Hell, she'd kicked his ass a time or two, so he knew first hand how tough she was. The two of them had a relationship - if it could even be called that - based around sarcasm and the occasional threat of violence, but the sight of the young human so battered and bloody made him tense with anger.
"Come on." He shifted his grip on her, doing his best to let her use him as a crutch. Their shuffle back towards his bike was a slow one. "We're gettin' you cleaned up."
It was the wolf in him, he knew. Reign sure as hell didn't need him watching out for her but the protective, possessive animal in him didn't seem to care.
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Teresa
Human
Hunter
Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Sept 16, 2011 20:47:50 GMT
His words made her laboured steps falter. "You're not taking me to a hospital, Davies," Tess rebelled, trying to pull away from Ian as a flare of panic that she tried to turn into anger before it hit the surface burned through her.
People asked questions at hospitals and she didn't want to send up a signal flare to Hyde and the others as to where she was. They might not have even been watching the hospitals but she hadn't survived on the fringes of society by being careless. No, when she got badly hurt she stitched herself together and slept it off. Or maybe not sleep this time, not with her head ringing so much. Maybe she'd just glug down as much coffee as she could to keep herself from passing out while her head hurt so much; a concussion could kill her just as easy as a vampire if she didn't watch herself, she knew her own human fragility only too well.
"I can't go to a damn hospital, it's too dangerous," she shook her head and the world became a tilt-a-whirl of colours and shapes, forcing her to close her eyes tightly. "Just-- just take me home."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2011 21:22:54 GMT
Her reaction was enough to make Ian take pause. There were plenty of reasons why he or Iz didn't bother with hospitals, but he'd never considered that Tess would have her reasons, too. For once, he didn't try to argue with her. "All right," he told her gently. "We'll get you home."
It was a slow crawl. There was no sense jostling his charge when she might have any manner of broken bones - it was times like this when Ian almost wished he had a car. Ignoring any protests, he carefully lifted Tess onto the back of his bike before sliding on himself.
"Hold tight," Ian said. "Last thing you need right now is road burn, huh?"
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Teresa
Human
Hunter
Oh my smile is fragile; my heart is held together with string and sellotape.
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Post by Teresa on Sept 16, 2011 21:44:42 GMT
It seemed like she ought to say a quick thanks at that point but the word stuck in her craw and she just nodded sullenly and swallowed down the sharp taste of bile on her back teeth. Thank you was a big, sharp-edged word for her, she didn't get it out all that often, it sounded foreign coming from her lips. Nevertheless she relaxed at least somewhat with the knowledge that she wasn't going to end up in an Emergency Room somewhere before she knew what was happening to her and she let Ian guide her a little more freely, hissing through her teeth when she put weight on her bad knee. It was satisfying in a way, it fed a hunger inside of her for danger and pain to be in such a sorry state, it was masochistic and it was stupid and she knew both of those things but somehow it helped. When she was screwed up after a fight it was because she had put herself in that position not anyone else ii was because of her choices, her control or lack thereof. Out here no one gave her orders; she had no one to please but herself. Fuck her end game, and fuck Leland Hyde. This was her stupid mistake to make, it was her body to wreck and ruin.
Any protests to his lifting her onto the bike were swallowed in a rush of swearing at movement her body didn't want to go through. Wincing against his back when she moved her ruptured shoulder, Teresa slid her arms around under his and locked her dirty, bloody fingers together in a vice-like grip across his chest. "I don't know," she said sarcastically, resting her face against his back, blissfully the only place she didn't feel bruised. "Could be I get a prize if I rack up enough scars tonight." Which was to say no, she didn't really want road burn on top of everything.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2011 15:17:14 GMT
His eyes gave a great, exasperated roll, though Tess wouldn't be able to see the motion. "Sure," he rumbled. "A nice, shiny blue ribbon."
Sarcasm was to be expected, but at least she hadn't taken a swing at him - not yet, anyway. Ian knew better than to expect thanks, or even any outward sign of appreciation; that wasn't who Tess was. He wasn't insulted or put-upon -- he didn't give a shit if she thanked him or not. The knowledge that the young human wouldn't be trying to crawl home in the dark was reward enough for him.
Once more, he brought the bike to life. With his charge firmly in place behind him, Ian navigated them back to the main road. He may or may not have tried to avoid the worst of the potholes.
Continued in: Teresa's Apartment
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