Post by ATHENA PENELOPE STRYKER on Sept 8, 2013 2:13:28 GMT
Athena was running, and she was running fast. Sprinting until her feet felt like they were practically floating, she breathed in heavily through her nose. Chasing after vampires didn't usually end in a race victory for the hunter; she was much slower than the supernatural creatures, no matter how fast she ran. She was blessed with quick reflexes and fantastic core - she could have kept running at that pace forever. A perfectly crafted wooden stake was clutched in her white-knuckled hand as she scrambled around the corner of a corridor. She was racing through an abandoned warehouse in the west corner of the lot, hot on the trail of a vampire she had been pursuing all night. She was so close, but he was quick and on a mission. She didn't let fatigue or frustration cloud her judgement, instead tore around another corner and pushed herself faster. A painful stitch in her side sprang up, sending a pang through her rib cage but she pushed past it with a big breath and busted through a pair of doors into the night. The shadows engulfed her as the doors swung closed and she took a moment to collect her thoughts as she looked around. It was perfectly still and quiet for a moment - wait there! A shadow moved in the corner of her eye and she heard two distinct footsteps before the figure was gone. She tore after the figure, her boots gripping the rough concrete and launching her forward with every powerful, purposeful step she took. She was determined - she would not give up. She never did. Her eyebrows furrowed over her deep emerald eyes as she searched her surroundings. Her senses were about as acute as a human's could be; every now and again she would glimpse a small movement or hear a misplaced footstep. she was positive that her prey knew she was following him.
She knew it was a male vampire - dark haired, taller than her and she assumed much stronger. She practically had the entire cavalry of weapons strapped to her beneath her clothes in the lining of her boots. Always prepared and ready for one hell of a fight. She usually loved a good chase - a challenge would never be denied by the fiery blonde, but this vampire was exceedingly difficult to keep track of. She wasn't entirely sure what he was involved with, but she assumed that if they were in these infamous abandoned warehouses, it had to something with slavery. The thought of being sold into slavery only to be tossed at a few filthy supernaturals literally made her skin crawl. She would rather go out with a fight and take everyone with her than give up and let anyone take her. Her mother used to say if anyone ever tried to take Athena she would put up such a fight that the attacker would give her right back. She was counting on this to save her ass one day, but hoped that tonight wouldn't be the night in which she fought for her freedom. She was far too concerned with the blood sucker who was ten inches away from eluding her grasp altogether. Sick of the cat and mouse game, Athena decided to take things into her own hands and lunged at the side of a building, scaling the wall with ease. She pulled herself up onto the roof with a grunt and stood, brushing off her jeans. Here, she was above the sparsely placed parking lot lights, and could see all surroundings below her.
Very quickly she caught up on his trail - she could see him moving now, and she tracked his movements, gliding silently along the rooftop with wicked speed. Running at a dead sprint, she cleared a gap between two buildings with an inch to spare. With her heart pumping so hard in her chest, she was surprised the vamp had not already sniffed her out and tried to apprehend the hunter. Either he was oblivious or giving her a break because he had more important things to take care of. Deciding to end the situation while she still could, Athena raced towards the edge of the building, the last one in the line. This jump was performed completely out of faith - she honestly had no idea whether she was going to make it to the platform waiting ten feet below her. She launched herself off of the side and tucked herself up, hitting the ground with a jolting thud, but managing to roll out of it before any damage was inflicted. She sprang up quickly and lunged at the vampire before she lost her chance. Lightning fast she was within three feet of him in half a second, grabbing his arm and attempting to twist him into a position in which she might have the advantage. " and where do you think you're going? " she asked him coldly through gritted teeth.
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