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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

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I'm no hero guilty as charged

Sam was on the job and it was the first time he had gone hunting since Freya had come back into his life. While he knew it wasn’t the greatest choice he could make, Sam was starting to feel like he was getting out of practice. That wasn’t good for a hunter. You wouldn’t know he was on the hunt though, by the relaxed way he lounged at the café table, eyes half closed as he played with the lid from his now finished coffee. He would’ve looked like any other human patron who had nothing better to do than waste his time away in this tiny café. But the hunter’s bright blue eyes were taking in everything; his surroundings, the other patrons, the every movement of his target. Sam knew how to put on a pretty convincing act; otherwise he’d be dead by now. Supernatural weren’t quite a fan of being stalked.

His attention was currently focused on a vampire that he had heard about not too long ago. The vampire was old, so Sam had heard, turned sometime during the 12th century. Up until now, he hadn’t been too much of an issue. But the coming war was making some supernatural do crazy things and this vampire was no exception. Thinking that the age of all powerful vampires was coming, he had started wooing girls in their early to middle 20s out of crowded places – like restaurants, clubs, even this café – and killing them. He wasn’t doing it because he had to eat (though Sam still looked down on that) but just for the fun of it. Because he could. And Sam knew this because the girls that were found were hardly missing blood. Well, they were, but it was what had been spilled on the ground and not taken by a vampire.

The vampire wasn’t even making an attempt to hide what he was doing, leaving the bodies in plain sight with obvious wounds. He wanted the attention it drew, wanted to be recognized in the supernatural community as some super badass with hopes that it’d draw some sort of street cred when the dark side took over the world and had it under their command. It was completely despicable and Sam had taken it upon himself to wipe the menace out. There was a smug part of him that said Sam was the only hunter who could do this. And why not? He knew there were other hunters in this area. Hell, the whole Plague group was in the area. And yet, this vampire had been allowed to run rampant and no one was doing anything about it up until now.

A small, almost cocky smile graced Sam’s lips as his target started to make a move to get up. He hadn’t done much so far, other than sit with a coffee mostly untouched and a laptop, trying to pull the look of a hard-working college student. A few girls had chatted him up, but they must not have been quite the vampire’s caliber, seeing as how he had just passed them up. Well, that was all the better for Sam; it meant he wouldn’t have to deal with a girl getting in the way of his objective.

The hunter waited for a few seconds after the vampire left, trying to not make it obvious that he was following him. Sam casually walked up to the trash can to throw out his cup and sauntered out the door, quickly catching sight of the vampire’s bright blond hair. He was hoping this wouldn’t take too long; Sam wanted to go out later tonight.

He followed the vampire down the crowded street, quickly getting excited about the idea of a kill. That excitement only heightened the more the vampire started to wander towards less inhabited area. It should’ve been a warning to Sam. This was going to be much too easy if the vampire was walking into his own demise. What Sam was failing to realize was that the vampire knew. You didn’t get to live so long by being naïve, after all. Of course he’d know when he had a hunter on his tail. Sam was stupid. Plain old stupid.

Which was why he was so caught off guard when the vampire, moving quick as lightning, turned around and struck Sam the second they reached an alley in the deserted part of town. All the air rush out of Sam’s lungs the moment he hit the brick wall and the stake he had had in his hand flew out of reach. Now unarmed and completely helpless, all Sam could do was smile and shrug. “I don’t suppose we can put all of this behind us?” He asked. The only response he got from the vampire was a slight growl and then Sam was being thrown down the alley at an amazing speed. This certainly wasn’t turning out how he thought it would.

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[GRACE ADELAIDE MCNEELY]

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we're all that we're made of

The smells around her were familiar to her now. The city around her was more familiar to her than her own hometown where she had grown up and lived for years. Manuka was a great place and even though she had disliked coming back and seeing Easton again at first, it had all been…worked out. Well, she didn’t really know what to call what had happened between the two of them, but she did know that she no longer hated his guts and thought he was a monster who turned her into a monster. She knew that she was a vampire, but she didn’t think that she was a monster anymore. Easton had showed her that. Grace didn’t feed off of humans and had never once killed a person. She was as normal as she had been before except somehow she had gotten a little bit of magic in her life. She had saved Easton’s life just a week ago with the help of her sister Corrinn, but she, Grace, was the key to saving him. It had felt good to do that because as Easton lay there in agony all she could think about was how he had saved her and how she would never forgive herself if he didn’t live that day. She had realized that there were some unresolved feelings that lingered still and she needed to explore those and there would be no way she could do that if Easton was dead.

She didn’t know if she and Easton were actually together officially, but the two had been spending more and more time together since that night. Even though Teddy didn’t like the idea of the couple being together, she had tried to explain to him how it felt and why she was exploring her feelings for him. She had decided the other day that if he kept bugging her about being with Easton she was going to either stop talking to him or just stay with her sister (or possibly even Easton) for a few days because she couldn’t take it anymore. It was downright annoying always having someone tell you that they didn’t approve of a choice in your own life to which they had no control or right to decide things for you.

Grace was walking home now after a long day at work. She had had a relatively good day and was planning on having dinner with her parents and sisters for the 27th anniversary of their parent’s marriage. She was excited to have her mom’s favorite dinner, steak and mashed potatoes with gravy and asparagus. For desert they were going to have a big chocolate cake with strawberry icing and vanilla ice cream, her dad’s favorite desert. She was excited about the dinner because it would give her a chance to tell her family about how her life was going and to give Corrinn an update on Easton. Corrinn was surprisingly okay with her and Easton being together. She had pretty much known that night at his house when they saved him that Grace still had feelings for Easton and that they’d get back together. And she was pretty much going to be her support system tonight when she revealed that they were at least talking about getting back together.

She turned left onto the street that her apartment complex was located and heard a heavy bang. She stopped and sniffed the air and instantly smelled blood. Just a few blocks away behind her she could hear a man speak before another thud sounded. Grace started towards the scene and her eyes widened when she say a man, human, lying on the ground with blood streaming from his head where he had apparently hit the wall. Grace’s eyebrows shot together and her fangs came out instinctively. A woman turned around to show fangs of her own and smiled evilly. “Come to join the party, my dear?” she asked and looked back at the man on the ground. Grace looked at him with worried eyes and nodded at the other vampire. ”Why don’t you have a little drink before we finish him?” The vampire went to the man so quickly that she jumped. Grace followed, more slowly towards him.

The vampire had taken a hold of the man’s hands with one hand and his neck with the other. Grace looked at him and then the vampire before looking around the alleyway for any sort of weapon possible. The only thing she could see was a stake that was a few feet away, out of the man’s reach. He must be a hunter then. Grace took a second to decide on whether or not she was going to let the vampire kill him or if she was going to help the hunter and take out one of her own. Then she reminded herself that she wasn’t like that vampire at all. She would never do something like this and in fact she felt sick just looking at it. Grace instantly went for the stake and though it burned her hand to touch it, it wasn’t as bad as if she was a full vampire.

But she wasn’t nearly as fast as the other vampire and she lunged at Grace. Grace lost control of the stake and it flew towards the hunter, though not enough to where he’d be able to reach it without moving a few feet. Grace was held up by her throat. The good thing about being a vampire was you didn’t need oxygen, so she wasn’t choking. She was just afraid that the vampire was going to snap her neck.

TAGGED:KELKELKEL WORDS: LOTS OUTFIT: HERE

THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

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