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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 7:57:21 GMT -5
Oh Knockturn Alley. Kat had only been in this part of London for a few weeks, but she found Knockturn Alley to be one of the more interesting places. Sure it was creepy, dark, dirty, and sometimes scary, but she was the daughter of purebloods and a vampire. She didn't exactly scare easily. In fact, she practically thrived in it. It wasn't exactly the free love rally from the sixties or the rager from the eighties, but it seemed almost appropriate that she was getting back in touch with her darker side now that she was back in Europe.
The thing about Knockturn Alley was you didn't know who, well really what you are going to run into. From the few times she had visited, she had seen vampire mixed breed that she didn't really even count as vampires, werewolves that wanted to rip her face off, banshees, hags, and even an ogre. Not to mention all of the shady as hell people. There had even been someone who swore up and down that she was destined to be the new Queen of the Underworld, and he needed to take a sample of her blood. It was truly a sight to see.
Kat had almost literally run away from that guy. She didn't feel it would be the right thing to do if she had eaten him right in the middle of the street, so she got away. She wasn't particular on here which direction she headed, so she ended up turning down on of the more empty alleys. There was maybe three people there, max. A girl about her size speedily walked passed her, nearly knocking her over. Kat looked back at the girl, and saw that she was looking over her shoulder as well. She was running from something. A red flag went up her Kat's super vampire brain that made her a little wary.
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Mar 10, 2014 11:25:00 GMT -5
There was ways the small chance Preston was in a sadistic mood, which meant that he loved to prolong the hunt. This wasn’t one of those nights, considering he had ripped his favorite jack. He had three just like it but it was the principle of the fact, the vampire had to die now. He had tracked it to Knocktern alley as if he didn’t already go down there enough. He rode his motorcycle casually down the steps and parked it in a corner, no one would dare to steal his bike. He walked quickly and silently down the alley, it wasn’t hard to hear the sound of hurried footsteps down a cobbled alley way. Not to mention his Animagus form gave him semi-heightened senses. He could also smell garlic, curtsy of the garlic bomb he threw at her. If he was being honest something wasn’t right, it should have stalled the Vampire for a little while longer instead of making it run. His uncle had a sick sense of humor in that way, only Preston wasn’t in the mood to play any games.
He sensed real vampire the moment he entered the alley it was somewhat a gift from the oath he took. He walked down the streets of Knocktern alley slowly, he wasn’t t type to carry medieval wooden stakes with him. He had this tiny little bullets that were filled with holy water, it imploded as it got stuck in your skin, thus filling the Vampires blood with holy water, something he was sure would incapacitate it better than garlic. He removed his ruined jacket and took out his gun, his uncle was always improved muggle things, though he swore up and down he hated muggles their technology was brilliant. Still he loved crossbows and regular bows all the same. He was right behind the girl, who was probably half-vamp at the most, he watched he run by a girl, who seemed shocked.
He walked slowly facing the girl who he was sure was a vampire, and old one at that, they just oozed a sort of presences that others know they’ve been in this world for awhile. Perhaps it was the look in their eyes or their posture, maybe their aura, but it was something. He twirled his gun in his hand as he came to a stop, this would be interesting to say the least. She wasn’t who he was hunting and he was bound not to kill her because of it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her a friendly warning for the next time they met. “What do we have here?” he said in a clichéd manner, it was always fun to go for the clichés.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 23:04:10 GMT -5
Kat could feel that something was wrong. That girl definitely had vampire in her, so why would she be so scared. The blond lifted her hand to her fedora to keep it on her head as a small gust flew past her blowing her long hair around. Suddenly, Knockturn Alley felt a lot more dangerous than usual. She heard another's footsteps from around the corner. Someone had been following the half-vamp. Someone she was afraid of. Katalina didn't know if that was a good or bad thing yet. Then she heard a heartbeat. At least the pursuer was someone alive. She looked around the alley and realized that now she was completely alone with whoever was coming.
A guy. It was a guy that turned the corner. A sort of attractive guy too. Maybe his forehead was a little too big, but other than that he was pretty hot. So why would the other girl be running away from him. Her green eyes gave a curious gaze as she looked him over. Something inside her, and she didn't know what just yet, told her that this guy was dangerous. Dangerous to her. Then she saw a muggle gun in his hand. Now she knew that he had to know a muggle weapon wouldn't be much good in a highly magical area. That meant that whatever type of gun he had in his hand was a lot more than what it seemed. Out of instinct, her muscles tensed and coiled. They were readying themselves to run or to attack.
He asked her what. For some reason, despite the danger her instinct told her she was in, she couldn't help, but feel a little insulted. She wasn't a what. “Pardon me, but I believe you mean who. I am a who.” She stopped there, almost unwilling to give out her name just yet. Her mouth didn't really want to let him in on that information, but then she thought about it. Yes, he set her a little on edge, but then again, she set a lot of other people on edge. It could just be that he was that kind of person. “My name is Katalina.” She didn't budge, but instead held her head a little higher at the sound of her own name, as if she was reminding herself who she was. “And may I ask who is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome carrying around a gun.”
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Mar 10, 2014 23:40:18 GMT -5
Preston watched with interested as she sense the danger she was in, she must be older, than a couple decades, the younger they were the quicker they were to run. This might be interesting to say the least, She was sizing him up and he didn’t object. He just didn’t go for the undead, of course he was sure she was alive at one point, probably really pretty but still not at all his type, not that he had one. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his gun, he didn’t really wanted to answer her but it was only fair. He moved a bit closer but not to close, he was sure he shoot her at any distance, he didn’t need to be close anymore. His uncle had started him off with arrows and moving targets. He had about nine bullets and could make the second shot if not the first.
“My names Preston and this is a revolver filled modify bullets filled with holy water, the capsule shatters upon impact with your body and trust me these things are a hassle to remove from the.” He turned the gun over in his palm and admired his work it had modified the guns every hunter worked with. “A simple spell increased the amount of ‘Bang’ it has to it has enough force to actually puncture the skin of a vampire….or a werewolf I don’t discriminate.” he said and mocked shot the gun at her before bringing it partly at his side. His eyes moved towards the cute hate on top of her head before wondering when she would figure out what he was. His family was famous among the creature world for being ruthless hunters.
He watched as she seemed to gain a little bit of confidence towards the end and raised an eyebrow, it was a shamed she wasn’t the one he was originally hunting but it was till fun to mess with her. Perhaps fire a few rounds and see if one hit her, he was a bit peeved he didn’t get to use his gun at all tonight. However he was waiting for the girl he was chasing to show signs of being more than partly vampire but he could tell this one was full. “I’m guessing you’re new to London or just getting back but I would watch were you stroll, not everyone is as nice as me.’ of course nice was a term he used loosely.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 12:32:59 GMT -5
She watched him move closer to her. Clearly, he wasn't afraid, and she got the sense that this was more of a display of dominance and aggression than anything. Something she learned as a vampire was that almost all actions of humans were done because of an animalistic instinct inside themselves. This guy was proving that he was strong and did not like her.
His name was Preston, but that was not the part of the statement that she focuse on. The first statement out of his mouth was to tell her he was a Hunter, and he was going to kill her. In more or less words. It was a modified weapon spefically designed to do damage to her and her kind. Excellent. Holy water filled bullets. Well, she was over a century old, so holy water in her blood would be like an extreme case of poison ivy. Painful, yes, but survivable. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and flashed ruby for a split second.
"I appreciate the advice bright-eyes. Not everyone can be as charming and helpful as you I'm afraid." She flashed him a sweet smile and batted her thick eyelashes. "Sweet of you to notice. Yes, I did just get back to London. Aren't you perceptive. Spent the last century exploring my freedoms stateside." her green eyes flashe red again when she said freedoms. Kat was not about to let some baby with a tricked out gun take her down. No one had that control on her.
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Mar 16, 2014 0:43:16 GMT -5
Preston smiled, mockingly of course…maybe it was a sarcastic smile, he wasn’t exactly sure anymore. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was advice really…or a warning more like I wouldn’t want any other hunter getting the pleasure of killing you next time you.” He figured he would put that out there, he wasn’t a nice guy not by a long shot. He tortured, killed and bribed to get his way, the only thing that made him different than the monsters he chased was that he only hurt monsters. Becoming one of things you hunted was a risk you had to take. He put the gun back in its holster and leaned against the wall. Something about a showdown in the middle of an alley seemed too clichéd to him.
He was all for witty banter and of course, he loved to rile up pretty girls, even if this one was about eighty or so years older than him. “Ah, sorry to tell you this toots but you’re pretty old.” he said pretty impressed that she managed to stay alive this long. It was part of the reason his family had a manor in Britain there wee a lot of creatures out there that needed to be put down. “Might explain why you’re lacking knowledge. Im pretty sure my ancestors were still in America when you were in your prime.’
He took out his pocket knife and began to pick the dirt from his finger nails, this would be an interesting conversation yet. Especially since he had this strange feeling he would see her again. ‘So how old are you pretending to be….32?” he asked with small laugh, as long as she didn’t say school age he would be fine. There were already enough little abominations running around Hogwarts as it was. He Didn’t need one he actually knew was one running around.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 12:44:29 GMT -5
Kat had to say that her usually good mood was starting to dissipate. She could play the witty banter game all day long, however she was beginning to get the feeling that it was wearing thin on her. “Well, I suppose that I am the bearer of bad news. I've been around for a while dear, do you really think that I have never come across a Hunter or two in my lifetime. It might have even been family to you.” She looked down at her body, gestured to its wholeness, and gave it a little spin. “Obviously, I am still kicking. Which means that those who oppose me end up either like me, or dead.”
Did he really want to do this? She wasn't a newborn. She wasn't a part vampire. She was a full-fledged monster, that had a lot of experience under her belt. Plus, she never felt like she deserved to die. Just because she had fangs, and lived longer than most does not make her any different than any of the other wizards who do the same things she did. This was highly hypocritical. Their whole profession was. They spend their life killing people, with the one reason being that they were killers. Maybe someone should be hunting the Hunters.
She saw him cleaning dirt from his nails, and found it disgusting. People had no class these days. Then he asked her how old she was pretending to be. She gave him a curious once over, he seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen. A wicked smiled curled onto her lips. “Actually, I think we are going to be seeing a lot more of each other handsome. You see, I'm going to be getting a little something I never got when I was human/Veela, or whatever I was. I'm going to be enjoying my first day of school this year.” She knew she was poking the bear, but she just couldn't help herself.
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on May 8, 2014 14:21:28 GMT -5
PJ snorted, he highly doubted the girl...thing...it came across a Sherwood. They kept a record of all the vampires they across, the ones they killed and the ones they let live. Not that he knew her name, or did she tell him? He was to done with his uncle to really care for the moment, he jusy wanted to shoot the damn thing and leave, go to bed under his covers when adrenaline finally died down. He'd been running in it for weeks, the whole summer had been on non-stop missions. He didn't care for stuff right now, he'd lay down the rules and keep tabs on her. "I dont doubt, you've come across some in your time, a bit old aren't you? Anyhow, we do things differently know...unfortunately"
Pj wasn't in the mood for being nice or a jerk, he was just a happy medium, then he said they were goind to school together and he sneered at her. "Yeah, you seemed like ths type to be into the young one's." the dark laugh in his voice wasn't hidden, nor was the digust. PJ wasnt the type to fight ladies, he tried to remain calm in the presence of one even if they were abominations. This girl...Katalina ...she was no exception.
"At any raye, st.mungos and the hospital ward are offering Vampires donations, there's a blood bank in right across from the hospital and its all anonymous. No one will know you're a vampire." He a said, spitting the word vampire out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. He had to educate the masses, he wasn't one for genocide or endangering a species, he left that to the muggles and their stupidity.
"You dont turn anybody, you dont go on a massacre...bodies with fangs marks turning up and your safe...those are the rules. Im just an enforcer that would love to drive a stake through your heart while simultaneously filking you full if holy water." he inwardly grimanced at his nails, realizing he still had dried blood caked under them. He had been traveling by foot and floo, not to mention apparition, scorugify and freshening charms only did so much.
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