Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Dec 31, 2007 19:40:01 GMT
Continued from: Club Interior
Her slender fingers closed around the grip of the handgun that was concealed in the lining of her jacket. The scent of the vampire was just ahead of her, and it mingled with the waves of fear that poured from the snatched human girl. Isabel was stealthy in her hunt; much as she loved a fight, she didn't want to run the risk of causing too big a ruckus.
She found them quickly, and the male vampire had his victim by the waist, immobilizing her as she tried to land a sloppy blow to his head, shoulders -- anything. The half-breed watched in the shadows for only a moment, letting her anger build, and then she stepped forward: "Hey!"
The male started, but he didn't loose his grip on the human woman. For a moment, he glowered at Isabel, trying to intimidate; flashing fang and blood-red eyes as he hissed low. Of course, when Isabel mimicked, he was somewhat taken aback. And then, he grinned in recognition. "Well, baby, had a change of heart?" he purred. "I'll let you join in, if you like."
She pretended to think it over, cocking her head just so. "Mmm...not really."
In one fluid movement she raised her firearm, cocked back the safety, and fired. The shot garnered a shriek from the human and a howl from the vampire; his shredded right knee buckled and he dropped his hold on the woman. Isabel snapped at the girl, telling her to run, and once the human was out of the way, the half-blood stepped forward. Her opponent tried to lash out, snarling out of pain and anger, but his reactions were sluggish and she kicked him onto his back.
"You, my friend," Isabel quipped dully. "Are an idiot."
That said, she lifted her gun once more and put the leech out of his misery.
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 14, 2008 23:35:27 GMT
Continued from: Club Interior.
As he’d stepped through the door, letting it swing closed behind him, he’d withdrawn a loaded handgun from a holster concealed at the rear of his belt, within easy reach and always at hand, and he clicked the safety off while there was still distance between him and his targets; there was more than one of them now, he knew, and certainly not just the female. And just as the vampires were stealthy when they wanted or needed to be, the wolf who pursued them was equally as skilled, keeping to the draped shadows to conceal his bulky frame, gun and all, as he drew closer, taking in the scene presented to him.
The rapid succession of activity didn’t faze Thatcher, but honestly the destruction of one vampire at the hands of another did throw him, even if only on the inside, where the reactions were well hidden from the outside world, and externally, the narrowing of his eyes was the only thing he displayed. From to the side of the female, another vampire moved, unseen by the other leech, and the werewolf’s movements were smooth, almost fluid.
His own gun rose, aimed swiftly and accurately and a crack of a gunshot sounded the new arrival’s destruction. The deadly projectile smashed through his skull, sending a foul cloud of grey ash all over the side of the alley, scattering across the brick and concrete underfoot. And at least until he assessed the extent of the threat the female posed, Thatcher was sticking to the shadows, the aim of his gun shifting to take in her form instead.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Jan 15, 2008 18:14:22 GMT
She had glanced down the alley after the demise of her first opponent, glad to see that the human had taken her advice and gotten the hell out of Dodge. Humans hardly handled the supernatural well; they tended to panic and make a wonderful mess of things. The last thing Isabel wanted was the blood of an innocent on her hands.
Then the thundering crack of another gun sounded and Isabel spun, unnatural in her speed and grace, in time to see the dusted remains of a second vampire settle to the alley floor. For a moment, she merely blinked, honestly surprised. Damn. She should have scented him out -- kept her guard up. And then, the realization that she was not alone came. A rapid assessment of the bullet's trajectory and her eyes flew to the shadowed doorway that led back to Lunacy. Her sharp eyes made out the shape of a male and her nose picked up the scent of werewolf. Subtle tension gripped her shoulders; most wolves in this city did not have a fondness for those like her. Granted, he had just saved her ass. Kinda.
"Mercí beaucoup," she ventured, voice neutral. "Nice shooting, wolf."
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 22, 2008 20:16:51 GMT
Humans weren’t as dumb as some supernaturals made them out to be. Having been human himself once upon a time, Thatcher could and would argue that they were actually incredibly intelligent, and all supernaturals had started out as mortals to begin with; werewolves and humans had to have started somewhere, and each and every one of the latter race had been human at one time or another. It wasn’t really right to judge them all; they deserved more credit than what they were usually lumped with, or so the hunter wolf thought.
The sound of French words reached Thatcher’s ears, translating easily, given its simple meaning and his experience. He hadn’t in any way become fluent in any languages, but he knew bits and pieces of a few different dialects. ‘Thank you’ was a simple enough translation for his brain to make, but he didn’t make the effort to tell her she was welcome. His gun was still trained on her form, after all. She was still a vampire, regardless of her manners.
“Maybe I missed,” he said, his voice low, practically a growl without the rattling rumble of a literal snarl. “Maybe he wasn’t the real target.” He continued to keep his body surrounded by shadow, his finger rested by the trigger of the trusty handgun. Without letting her throw a perhaps snarky comment back his way, he went on to say, “It’s not every day I see vampires killing their own kind.” If covens still existed in any way, shape or form, he could have explained it away as territorial fighting of one kind or another, but that couldn’t be the case. But he was biased against all vampires; they were all just mindless, bloodthirsty monsters to him, so what did he care about the why? All he cared about was their elimination.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Jan 23, 2008 23:02:44 GMT
Ah. One of those wolves. Isabel had met her fair-share of vamp-haters and given her own history with the breed, she could hardly blame them. It was just frustrating when they insisted on grouping her with the damned bloodsuckers. Yes, she drank blood, as well, but she did have morals, along with a heartbeat, however slowed.
The half-breed's eyes narrowed just slightly and she assessed the situation. She doubted that she would be able to point and shoot of a round at this cranky wolf before he blew her head off of her shoulders. That, and she didn't particularly want to kill him -- if he was pack, she'd have the rest of them swarming down from all sides. This was a predicament, to say the least. Isabel only hoped she would walk away from it.
"Clearly, he had it coming," she finally replied in an even tone. "The killing of innocents is not something I condone. Call me vigilante, but I think I did this town a favor, no matter how small."
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 10, 2008 23:21:31 GMT
Perhaps he would have hated vampires even if they hadn’t destroyed his entire world, not only his family but his community and way of life; they had taken everything from him that had been worth taking, and now, he had nothing. Just anger and a bitter sense of vengeance that he knew would never be satisfied. It was better that way, he supposed; having nothing. If there was nothing to lose, then they couldn’t hurt him that way. Not again.
The gun he held, perfectly aimed at the female’s head, never wavered, his grip steady and his arm set as if in stone. His gaze followed her every moment, flickering lupine, the animal in him prowling and dissatisfied with the situation. It wouldn’t settle until Thatcher ashed her, he knew that from experience. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why she was still standing.
Maybe, on some level, he was curious. He hadn’t met many leeches who killed their own kind, and part of him couldn’t help but want to know ‘why’.
“And now she goes off to get drained by someone else. Or raped, or mugged, or just flat out brutalised. This is Los Angeles, don’t kid yourself about her safety just because you dusted one asshole.” His mood had taken a tumble, and fast. He cocked back the hammer once again. The sooner he got out of here, the better for everyone.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Feb 17, 2008 20:03:48 GMT
"And maybe you should give the girl a little more credit," the half-blood shot back. For the love of god -- so far as she knew, she had done nothing wrong and the fact that this wolf seemed hell-bent on finding her guilty for something was more than a little frustrating. "If she were smart, she wouldn't go wandering after what just happen. More likely than not, she's caught a cab and is safely on her way home. No harm, no foul."
It was a logical assumption, even though this nutjob didn't seem to favor logic in the slightest. Whatever the vampire race had done to him and twisted him, that much was clear. If she knew more about his situation she might have more inclination to be less snappish, but right now, he was being bigoted and just a general asshole.
"C'mon, now, mon ami," she continued, doing her best to keep her tone of voice steady. The weight of her handgun was cold against her palm. "I see no need for violence. If you really want to kill something, I scented at least a dozen more true leeches inside, huh?"
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 23, 2008 5:37:38 GMT
Thatcher didn’t need to find some crime she was guilty of, as far as he was concerned her entire race was a crime in and of itself. Whatever had spawned vampires was the true sin, of course, but he just settled for putting the creations down, one at a time, as quickly and efficiently as possible. That didn’t explain why he was lingering on this one, of course; perhaps he was thinking this was some ploy, some scheme the vampires had going, and it wouldn’t have been far-fetched, either. It wouldn’t have been the first time the leeches had plotted something.
“And maybe the girl’s in shock at nearly having her neck ripped out. Shock can shoot sense all to hell.” And he’d seen it happen more times than he cared to count, not that he was going to enlighten this female as to the fact. The kid could go stumbling here, there, wherever her feet took her, direction would be meaningless, she might even forget which way home was, and before she knew it, she would be tripping face-first into the next dark situation. The grim but realistic thought was almost enough to make him growl.
“And… what?” he went on to say, gun still aimed. “You’re going to lead them all out here one by one for me to ash, is that it?” Because, naturally, there was no way in hell he could do so himself, they would steer clear of him, either because they’d heard of him or because they did so with wolves out of habit, and he was hardly about to start shooting in the middle of a club.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Mar 4, 2008 22:44:54 GMT
One dark eyebrow inched its way toward her hairline. "You're more of the 'glass half-empty' type, huh?" she quipped lamely and kept still, resisting to urge to just shoot the son of a bitch. If there was a way to talk this through, she would try to find it. "And while I'm always up for a game of cat and mouse, you seem like a capable hunter -- you wouldn't need me to drag out any prey."
A breeze kicked up, tossing a few strands of Isabel's dark hair into her eyes while carrying with it the scent of vampire dust and human fear. Faintly, very faintly, she could pick up the fading odor of the human girl's perfume -- it was disappating quickly. She was long gone, hopefully by cab or by bus.
"I don't run with them, if that's what your thinking," Isabel spoke up again after another moment of thick silence. "The vampires. I'd rather dust 'em...for a price."
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 29, 2008 0:32:04 GMT
Choosing not to dignify her first comment, the rhetorical question, with a response, Thatcher simply lifted a brow of his own, taking in and releasing a deep, steadying breath, still unable to fathom why he hadn’t dusted this vampire as he had the others. There was nothing remarkable about her, nothing to be trusted about her kind, and while she might have sent the girl away without causing harm to her, perhaps the female vampire had known the werewolf was behind her the whole time, and this was all a rouse. Of course, the only way to know that for sure…
Why did he need proof of anything, one way or another? Who cared if she was a good Samaritan or not? She was still a leech, and their kind were all destined to feed and kill. Thatcher had no intention of ever trusting one of them, and this she-vampire was no exception.
“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” the male wolf pointed out quite simply, but not without tense hostility, “and you’re probably better off not knowing.” Studying her from where he stood, still partly-veiled in shadow, he narrowed his eyes. “But you’re forgetting something vital here; the sixty-four thousand dollar question, even.” He took a meaningful step closer, gun still levelled. “Why should I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”
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Isabel
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Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Apr 4, 2008 21:14:36 GMT
"You want a list?"
Her tone was dull; bored and irritated. This had gotten old quickly, like every other encounter with a wolf like this one. They assumed she was no different from the true vampires, automatically associating her with whatever bloodsucker had tramautized them in the past. It was utterly moronic, in her opinion, but she wasn't about to say that to this wolf's face.
"You saw me kill that vampire," Isabel began. "And you can tell I came here alone; the only reason their scents are on me because of that tussle. Only folk in this alley now are you and me, loup, and the way I see it, I've done nothing to you. Nothing that I'm aware of, at least."
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
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Post by Thatcher on May 11, 2008 19:59:43 GMT
If there was one thing Thatcher hated, it was cocky vampires. Cocky vampires who ran their mouth. His eyes burned a little brighter at the hint towards sarcasm, the hunter wolf in no mood to be tested. And yet there he was, still holding the gun, with one more bullet in the clip than was necessary considering the target right in front of him. Why hadn’t he fired yet?
It made Thatcher angry at himself. He didn’t usually hesitate, for any reason, and yet he still hadn’t squeezed the familiar trigger and felt the equally familiar recoil. Already he was on the verge of growling, irritated at himself.
“I didn’t say you’d done anything to me,” he pointed out, straightforwardly, almost matter-of-factly, as if she had just stated something painfully obvious. “And honestly, I wouldn’t care if you had.” Not really; he was beyond the point of caring, and he had enough scars as it was, physical and mental. “There’s just a certain point to the ‘vampire hunter’ occupation, and right now, you’re arguing against it. You see my problem.”
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Isabel
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Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Jun 23, 2008 4:04:23 GMT
"Of course," Isabel rumbled, just as irritated. After all, she was the one with the gun in her face. "Normally, I'd attempt to come up with some kind of compromise, but I see that might be more or less impossible. I don't like the idea of leaving town, since I've made myself quite comfortable here in the last decade or so. I'm also assuming that you won't be willing to leave, either, so we're still at our impasse."
Arm crossed over her chest, she let her balance shift until she was leaning casually against the wall behind her. It was a comfortable pose despite the fact that she hadn't let her guard down. The wolf still had a gun, after all; she wasn't that dumb.
"Really, I'd prefer if you didn't shoot me. I think I've reached my quota on gunshot wounds this month. Honestly, it'd be nice if I could keep on living." She smirked a little. "So to speak."
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Thatcher
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Post by Thatcher on Jul 21, 2008 21:14:19 GMT
Why the hell were they dancing this dance? Thatcher despised her kind, and she clearly wasn’t too fond of him either. Regardless of her views and activities, she was still a vampire, half or not. She still needed blood to survive, still felt cool to the touch, still shied away from crosses and sunlight. Thatcher felt the wolf shift inside of him, dissatisfied by the progression of this encounter, craving the destruction of the unholy creature standing before it. Nothing else would do.
Her comfort was easily mistaken for arrogance, and the growl of the predator within rolled to the surface. “If you don’t want me to shoot you,” he said to her darkly, “then I suggest you act quickly.” His finger inched towards the trigger. “I have very good aim.”
Thatcher squeezed the trigger.
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Isabel
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Post by Isabel on Jul 22, 2008 3:39:19 GMT
Her sharp eyes caught the minute movement of the wolf’s finger as it inched towards the trigger. That tiny, almost imperceptible movement was enough to push Isabel into action and enough to prompt an indignant yelp. She turned and ran forward, ran up the wall behind her in order to avoid being shot through the heart. Dammit, this was not what she’d been looking for.
As the bullet shattered below her, Isabel twisted and pushed off, moving so fast that it could have been difficult for a human to keep track of her. She all but flew across the small alley and swung one leather-clad leg around in an arching kick. The side of her boot caught the barrel of the wolf’s gun, sending it skittering while her hands gripped the metal of the fire escape above his head. Before the wolf could pull her to her doom, Izzy yanked herself up, leaping a good couple of feet and vaulting herself onto the grating of the fire escape proper. She braced herself over the railing so she could shout down, rather irritably;
“What the hell, man?! I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I’m trying to be non-violent about it!”
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