Hitting the Streets [Open]

[acidical]

Lia Blackthorne left her seedy hotel room to hit the even seedier streets of New York City. With a grin on her face and a determined gleam in her eye, she walked the streets alone, appearing for all the world a young and helpless girl. However, there was more to Lia than met the eye of any casual observer. Beneath her short leather jacket she wore two pistols loaded with silver bullets, which she could not wait to use should she be lucky enough to come across such creatures as would be averse to her special kind of ammo. Her worn and weathered black boots made little sound as she walked along the almost entirely deserted streets. It was three in the morning, a favorite time for all sorts of disreputable characters to be out and about.

Lia turned down a side street, heading north toward Central Park. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans, the better to keep them from fingering the guns underneath her coat in anticipation of violence. Just the thought of killing made Lia's grin grow even wider. From a stranger's viewpoint, her grin might have appeared the smile of an insane person. Suddenly Lia stopped dead in her tracks. The grin vanished. She had heard something, and it had come from behind her. She turned slowly about, freeing her hands from her pockets and getting ready to reach for her pistols should the need arise. She stared into the darkness, searching for any sign of movement or life.

"Is someone there?" she inquired.

Her voice sounded high-pitched and afraid, just as she intended. Hopefully it would draw out from hiding whatever predator was lurking about.

[lucifer]

It hadn´t actually been the vampire´s intent to follow the girl. He had already had his ´meal´ for the night, a willing one even, and didn´t need any more. He preferred charming people into giving him blood or coming close enough for him to take blood unnoticed, instead of following them to dark, deserted places and attacking them. Mostly his victims only suffered from a daze and a bit of dizziness for a while but that was about it. Apart from having fewer hunters after him, it also beat the hell out of disposing of bodies on a nightly basis.

Still Damian found himself following the girl; after he had left the club he had charmed some pretty airhead who actually knew about his kind, into letting him feed from her. She had been quite delighted to do so and his talents of charming and seducing had been mostly wasted on her really. Probably it would have been al the same if he had walked up to her, flashed his fangs and said something cheesy in the lines of ´I want to drink your blood´ in a heavy accented English. But that would have been just too cliché to bear. At first impression, the girl he was currently following seemed just as foolish; walking alone at night through the dark, dangerous streets. But at the same, something didn´t seem just quite right about her. The vampire wasn´t sure what it was, but it had sparked his curiosity and made him follow her in the first place, after he had noticed her by chance. Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but at least it hadn´t died of boredom…

When she stopped, so did he, watching as she turned around to look; no doubt feeling watched or followed. He hadn´t made an effort to mask his presence, so it had only been a question of time, really. “No one here but us shadows,” he answered with a slight tingle of amusement in his voice. Most of his body did merge with the shadows quite well, due to the dark clothing, but his pale face and hands stood out in stark contrast. As did the vibrant red hair and the green eyes that almost always gave his gaze a piercing quality, often giving the impression that he was starring when he was only casually looking. “An awful lot of silver you´re packing there…” he remarked with an amused smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn´t see it, but he had caught the scent of it, the smell of any metal was just subtly different from another and he certainly couldn´t distinguish them all, but it was always good to be able to recognise the scent of silver. “Somehow I doubt it´s family jewellery you´re hiding…”