Post by KILLIAN TOBIAS CLAYTON on Jul 7, 2013 1:53:59 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] a fate worse than death is calling for you if you step a foot out of your grave Killian's senses tingled with the sound of a hustle, someone fighting, screaming for help. He had never known why his ears picked up sounds from so far away, but he used it to his advantage. Usually, if the sounds came from somewhere inside a lived in building, the hunter didn't even acknowledge it, domestic violence was not his area of expertise or interest so he didn't even head into that direction. However, the struggles he heard were those he knew well; vampires. It seemed like they liked to play with their food, and it was Killian's job to stop them from doing that. He moved stealthily forward, licking his dry lips because of the night breeze that was hitting him in the face. He pulled out the gun filled with wooden bullets, hoping that he wouldn't waste them because he hadn't gotten a new batch in. Nevertheless, the struggle continued and Killian could not rush this, his hunters instinct told him to have patience, and he knew that he would just get to pounce and enjoy the struggle when the time came. Rounding a corner on feet as light as falling snow, soundless, Killian aimed the gun for the back of the vampire that had a girl pressed against a wall, his fangs in her throat and he had to move before he took too much blood. His fingers were steady when he pressed the trigger. The vampire had not been expecting the shot and so it came as a surprise. The wail out of its bloody mouth made Killian frown in disgust, the animal needed to be killed and he'd be the one to do it. Running forward he grabbed the girl who was about to fall over, placing her to the floor carefully with a look that told her he'd come back for her. His attention was back on the vampire then. There was a sneer on Killian's lips at the sight. It had been a good shot, momentarily paralysing the beast. He pulled out his gun again, shooting at its abdomen, letting the blood flow to the ground in red that was barely visible on the tarmac in what he believed was human vision. If Killian had known he was a demon, the blood would have been much clearer, but for now he used his extra hearing to guide him on hunts, thinking that he was a lucky freak of nature, but not as freaky as those that killed like this guy did. Killian moved a boot to kick at the vampire who hissed and Killian was just so far from afraid. Another few shots and the vampire would be dead, however he wanted to watch the pain flicker around his body. |
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