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Post by The Janitor on Oct 5, 2008 22:17:59 GMT -5
He really wanted her to kill the light. It was really making him nervous. Even though anything non-human could see in the dark. It was just a habit of his. Skulking in darkness for years either poaching for food or hunting things that would hunt him. Relying on his other senses to guide him through the dark. Although he could not forget that he was dealing with someone who wasn't a hunter or even on his level when it came to stalking.
One thing he would learn before the night was over is who and what he was dealing with. He would be both calm and polite. Never letting any signs of being annoyed or angry show. If there were no answers he would let the subject drop for a while. However if there was anything pointing toward potential danger to himself. The gloves were coming off and it wasn't going to be pretty. As a hunter he was capable of great good, and great evil. Only those around him could push him over either side of the line.
"Cat. Got it." he whispered. The animal's precense wasn't much of an issue. Even if it were spooked the noise wasn't enough to worry about. Unless it's black, he thought with a slight smile. Even though he didn't believe in most superstitions they still came to mind. A few of them he did believe in, but the one about black cats crossing one's path he did not.
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Post by candiedmusic on Oct 7, 2008 17:39:29 GMT -5
Belita snapped off her light. She didn't need it to show where she was on the outside of the building. She moved down the steps, not quickly but quick enough. Once at the bottom she heard the mew of the cat and the glow of its eyes, not that far off the ground, over in a corner. She smiled softly, this time her happiness actually touching her eyes and allowing them to sparkle once more. However, the happiness was short lived as she started for the door. She could already feel the crisp night air.
It was chilly but comforting outside, Belita noted once she saw the city lights off in the distance and the few light poles that surrounded this block. She moved down the front steps and headed onto the side walk. "I guess it wasn't as bad as you feared in there, huh?" She questioned as she turned her chocolate eyes back to the man. Belita learned how to observe when someone became curious of her and she remembered the rip in her pants. Her scars could be seen clearly in this light now and that was not something she was happy with. Yet, she didn't make a move to cover them because she had a feeling the questions were coming.
And what could she do other than tell the truth? This man had saved her life and as such, she owed it to him.
(sorry for the shortness!)
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Post by The Janitor on Oct 13, 2008 21:23:15 GMT -5
(Sorry for the shortness and delay.)
Didn't long for the cold to bite him. He wished he had stashed a jacket somewhere. Unfortunately he didn't and there was no use in complaining about it now. His eyes scanned the rooftops just in case someone or something had stuck to that route while following him. Still nothing in sight. He assumed the streets were clear. Otherwise Bell probably would have warned him. Maybe he had been a little too paranoid about being followed. After all the darkness did play tricks on the mind.
"Yeah. Wasn't so bad. Could have been a lot worse." he answered. Taking a deep breath he slung the shotgun back on his shoulder. "How rude am I to not introduce myself earlier. The name is Jack. Pleased to meet you Bell." he smiled. The scars on her leg didn't catch his attention. Even if they did he wouldn't think that much about them. "I've got a few questions to ask. It would be in your best interest not to run, because if you try to I'll snatch the life right out of you. So with that out of the way. How long have you known about vampires?" he asked.
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Post by candiedmusic on Oct 14, 2008 18:29:34 GMT -5
Belita did not flinch because of cold or his politeness or of his threat. It was the word 'vampires' that made her flinch and move back a step. She kept her head held high, many a times being punished for such an act, and let her chocolate eyes grow dull. "Since I was a little girl really. Didn't we all know about them? However, it was later that I realized that my childhood thoughts were real." Belita whispered into the night, not letting her eyes leave the man before her. "You are a hunter and someone I shouldn't fear. It's the beings you hunt that I do." Belita explained next, stepping forward into the light of the lamp near the building she once called home.
She rolled up the sleeve of her shirt and held out the arm that was now exposed. "I was made into a slave of a vampire male. He was the wickedest creature that anyone could ever find. I was happy when he finally died but than I had no where to go and had to stay in the shadows." Belita stated simply. Than she stepped back once more. "I realize I'm answering more than just that one question but I have a feeling that I'm answering a few unasked questions as well."
Belita smiled softly now as she looked to the ground. She could just picture him reaching over and killing or hitting her. She could picture dying here in the middle of the streets. It was a common picture within her mind since she knew quite a few humans that it had happened too. Yet, never had it happened to her. Yet, the key word in that sentence.
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Post by The Janitor on Oct 26, 2008 20:39:17 GMT -5
"We knew about something else. This is a horse of a different color we're dealing with now." he explained. I guess that makes me a hunter of a different color, he thought. Vampires and werewolves were not the only thing he hunted. Humans, hunter or not were fair game if he was paid or given a reason to hunt them. He stopped trying to come up with reasons for what he had done. Instead he learned to turn off what made him feel the slightest amount of guilt.
"Stay in the shadows? Why not enter the light?" he asked. The thought of someone wandering the night after being held captive by a vampire was a bit puzzling. Especially if they didn't want to run into another one. Only thing they had to worry about during the day was other servants. Being humans those could be dealt with easily. Wouldn't be too hard to avoid legal trouble. No jury would convict a young woman for resisting abduction by multiple assailants.
A crazy idea entered Jack's mind. Never had he considered it an option before. Usually he would let anyone like her be on their way. Several questions nagged him. What would she think if he said she didn't have to run anymore? What if she did not have to fear anything that did not stalk the night? What if she could fight back? He didn't have the guts to ask though. Coward, he thought mentally kicking himself.
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Post by candiedmusic on Oct 26, 2008 22:21:18 GMT -5
Belita looked up quickly with a hysterical gleam in her usually happy chocolate eyes. "Vampires are not the only creatures that wonder this city or the world for that matter." Belita shuddered as she remembered parts of her childhood she would have loved to kept away. "My Ex. Master would invite them over and have me serve drinks. I was never marked by just the vampire race. Any race could have me." Belita explained softly as she closed her eyes against the night and pictured a bright dawn coming to take away her nightmares.
Jack stood there, probably thinking her a lunatic and wanting away from her as fast as his legs could carry him. Belita didn't blame him, even the other homeless stayed far from her line of sight. They believed her cursed and strange. Belita opened her eyes once more, saddened. "Are there any more questions I've left unanswered, Jack? I can answer them if you want." Belita questioned, trying to bring her mind away from the memories of her punishments and the other humans.
The young woman wrapped her arms around her chest as a chill wind snapped through the city. Her black hair fluttered before her but she didn't care. She had lost track of how long ago it was that she had to care about her appearance, always being told by the elder women that she would make a fine vampiress one day for their master. What a horrible future that would have been. Thank the stars he's dead. Belita thought silently to herself, praising the only objects that ever held her affection.
(Ugh..sorry about the bad post. lol It's not as detailed as I would have liked it, but I guess it still works.)
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