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[WILLA JANE HAYNES]

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Willa walked through the door to on of the many the abandoned warehouses. She had heard a rumor that there was some kind of human trafficking here and she wanted to find out if it was true. She wasn’t planning on doing anything about it yet, but she did want to find out if there was in fact a warehouse dedicated purely for the use of trading humans for food. She probably should have brought some kind of backup, but she didn’t feel like dealing with someone else to look after. Going at this alone was her best option because she was quick and quiet and could get in and out without revealing her location. Willa seriously hoped this was all just a rumor because the mere thought of human slave trafficking here made her uneasy.

There was a rank smell that came from the area and her nose automatically scrunched in disgust. Because there was only silence in the building she knew this wasn’t the right one. But still, her curiosity got the better of her and she started walking around, trying to find the source of the odor. As she walked around the open area she scanned her surroundings. There were high ceilings covered in rust and columns lining the building in three rows going the length of the building. They were covered in graffiti and dirt and occasionally she spotted a few droplets of what looked like blood, which didn’t surprise her at all. She supposed there could be a lot of killings here or fights should someone know how to get in without being noticed. For the most part the building was empty of anything but garbage and dirt.

She turned in a slow circle and looked up at the ceiling. There she saw a rope hanging down from one of the metal trusses and at the end of it was what looked like two hands holding themselves. “Oh God,” she said and covered her mouth. Willa was used to seeing gross things like this, but she was always prepared for them. In this case, she hadn’t been expecting someone’s hands to be hanging from a high ceiling with blood dripping from them. But when she finally composed herself, she took a deep breath and walked to where the body would have dropped. But there was no body. The only thing under the hands was a big pool of blood. Willa didn’t see a trail of blood where the person could have tried crawling or walking away. So she stood confused.

The, suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the warehouse. Willa pulled out her gun, which she always had on her, and raced towards where the scream sounded. She saw someone standing over a body, one without hands, and walked slowly, quietly towards them and tried to quickly figure out if this person was a human.

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[OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 704 ( TAGGED ) ALLY/WILLA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "That should do the trick," he purred in delight, hearing a squishy plopping sort of noise. He let go of the rope, flipping himself right side up, feeling a sting in his feet and legs as he landed, hand pressed against the floor to keep himself steady. It took a few seconds to briefly recover from that, straightening up. The delicious scent of blood filled his senses, eliciting another loud purr from deep within his chest. He licked the iron-flavored substance from his fingers, glancing skywards to take a look at his handiwork. Literally. Two hands, still clasped together and bleeding, hung from the rope. Now it wasn't normal for Ozstyn to do that to someone, especially a target, but his employer specifically requested that the victim's hands were to be cut off. If he cared enough, he would have recalled the small tidbit of information that could have possibly made that request make sense; the target had also been a thief. But it wasn't his business, anyways. All he needed to know was a name, the face, and species. Then tada! Target dead, money collected. It was a simple yet satisfying routine. And nobody missed the free blood he got. However, he could not dwell too long on these thoughts. These warehouses have obviously been abandoned for quite some time, but people tend to get curious, especially because this place was rumored to be trafficking humans for the supernaturals. They may have been true. If it was, Ozstyn would have to look into that. It'd be nice to have a human pet, even if only for a little while. Which brought him back to the body. A pool of blood was forming, the rag stuffed into the man's mouth muffling his screams and pleas for help. His eyes widened at the sight of his disembodied hands hanging above him. They were ocean blue. "I apologize that it took so long, hunter," the vampire said with mock innocence, kneeling down to look him in the face. He licked his fangs. "But your blood is of such rich quality. Such a shame you have to die." But he couldn't kill him here. No, the boss wanted him to die a special way. Something that would absolutely torture a hunter, make them regret they ever killed a supernatural. Ozstyn bit the man. He wasn't planning on leaving him alive, of course, but the turning process was quite painful, and he could only imagine what was running through the poor hunter's mind. Though, the hands hanging above them was seriously distracting, and a bit disturbing, so he hauled the guy up onto his shoulder, uncaring of the blood that was staining his blue-and-white sleeveless shirt. He struggled. Writhed. The muffled noises were getting louder. Once they were well out of sight from those awful, disembodied hands, the vampire set the hunter down again, deciding to stand back and enjoy the view for a little bit. Even took the rag away, so the man's screams echoed throughout the empty warehouse. Things were going according to plan. And he jinxed it, of course. A new scent caught his attention, seeing a figure from the corner of his eye. He could hear a heartbeat; they definitely weren't a ghost, vampire, demon, or angel. The stench of wet dog was absent, so not a werewolf. This stranger seemed to be perfectly human, although in her hands was a gun. Aimed at him. Ozstyn wasn't sure if she was a hunter or not, but he wouldn't be taking any chances, forcing his fangs to hide. But what about the man? The job was finished, really. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hastily slip on his gloves, then removed a wooden stake from the containment of a plastic bag. Blech, wood. He hated wood. The sharp end penetrated the man's chest, and suddenly he became still, the screaming coming to an abrupt stop. At least that was over. He left the stake there, needing to avert his gaze for a moment to avoid the memories. Ozstyn's brown eyes found the female's face then, realizing that he was sort of covered in blood with a handless corpse before him. Hadn't thought of a way to explain that. Oops. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: sorry it's long XD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by all time low

[WILLA JANE HAYNES]

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When she saw the boy standing over the dead body of a man without hands, Willa’s stomach lurched. She really didn’t want to see that and now that it was burned into her brain she was going to have sick dreams about it for a week. But she quickly turned her attention from that to the situation at hand—quite literally. Willa had her gun pointed directly at the boy who was covered in blood. She instantly thought that he was either someone trying to help the man or he was the one who had done all of this to him in the first place. Noting the wooden stake stuck in the man’s chest, she thought that maybe he was a vampire.

She only had silver bullets in her mag so they would be basically useless against a vampire. All she had on her was her gun. Willa didn’t usually carry around a stake because it was hard to hide. Her wooden bullets were at home too since she didn’t think she’d need them since she was only planning on checking the place out. Willa thought that the buildings would be abandoned—which is what everyone had told her. But she supposed it made a great place for someone to dump a body. Still, she knew she had rushed into this and she was probably going to have to pay the price for that in a few minutes.

Willa sighed and while still pointing her gun at the boy walked over to the man with a stake in his chest. “Is the blood on you there because you were trying to save him or because you were the one that killed him?” Before he could get a word in she said, “Don’t lie, because I will know if you do.” Willa had the gun pointed directly at his face. She didn’t feel like playing around today. And she sure as hell didn’t feel like dealing with a maniac killer. Willa had a lot of killing to do herself and if she didn’t get out of this alive she was going to leave a family worth fighting for, the only one she had. She needed to be alive for them. And she needed to be alive for this war.

They were already stacked up against. There were so many aligned on the dark side that they were outnumbered about three to one. But Willa knew that they would end it. She had to believe that or else there would be no point in even fighting. She needed to have faith in herself and in her family and really all of the other hunters in Manuka that they would band together and kill off all these bastards. The world was really becoming a shitty place to be with all of these crazed supernatural wanting to kill humans. She hated it, but she couldn’t get away from it. And she didn’t want to either because she knew she had to protect her family and fellow humans. And if this boy didn’t prove to be a fellow human, she was going to have to kill him. Or die trying.

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[OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 432 ( TAGGED ) ALLY/WILLA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Although it would most likely hurt if she pulled the trigger, Ozstyn wasn't particularly worried about his wellbeing. He wasn't fearful of his "death", but he couldn't smell any wood, and his nose usually wasn't wrong. Especially since he spent years practicing to detect the presence of the one substance that could end him. Safety first, right? Anyways, he wasn't in any real immediate danger, so perhaps the truth would be the best way, or parts of it. "I'm not going to lie to you, miss. I killed him myself," he said plainly, his voice steady despite the gun trained on him. "But before you shoot some of those pretty little bullets into my skull, I'd like to point out that he was a vampire and needed to be killed. Unless you want a blood-crazed newborn wandering the streets of Manuka?" An eyebrow arched at his own question, gaze focused intently on the woman so he wouldn't miss her reaction. That was the partial truth, of course, as he specifically left out the fact that he had turned the man himself, but that was something you didn't mention around a human. Or hunter, as he guessed she was apart of them. Surprisingly, the thought of killing or harming the woman did not cross his mind, even with the thrill of the kill he had made minutes before still coursing through his veins. Perhaps it was that he already quenched his thirst with the man's thirst, or maybe, just maybe, he felt like he could pull some entertainment out of this. Yes, she was a good-looking individual, but Ozstyn had a feeling she wouldn't be up for any kind of that fooling around. But if she was a hunter... Oh, he could have such fun with this, as much as he hated hunters, and all humans in general. It wouldn't be too difficult to pose as a human; he looked boyish enough to give him a slight look of innocence, though faux, even with all his tattoos on clear display. "The name's Ozstyn," he took the friendly approach, although kept his distance in case the woman found him threatening in any way. The blood would probably do that, but he couldn't help it. This job had been certainly messy, and it would be necessary to throw these clothes out when he got home. "I'm not going to hurt you, alright?" the vampire said, his tone turning gentle when he noticed that the human appeared on the fence about whether or not to just shoot him already. He wasn't favorable of scaring her off so soon. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: sorry it's long XD

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