give you a reason*[EASTON]

[jack]

IF SECONDS HEAL THE WOUNDS

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Now this was a woman he hadn’t gone hunting with for quite some time. So many young hunters these days thought it would be nice if not all the pretty little creatures were evil. They had families and people in their lives. He was sure thieves and murders in the human world had similar things to those too. None of the arguments any of them made had any sense attached to them besides they were in love with something else. Evil things couldn’t feel love. Lust. Sure. It made Jackson sick, but he couldn’t reason with any of these people. He wanted to tell them what happened the one time he decided to trust a supernatural. But he would rather them go naïve than have to reveal that little hint of truth. No one knew about that. Not Kins, not Ryland, not Annette, Westley, Cason, Sam, anyone. The list could go on forever on the people that didn’t know that. None of them seemed to understand. They all had to learn the hard way and become a tough old coot like him.

This woman understood though. It was the one thing that drew him to her when they first met. Jackson had trained her himself. It was nice to know that his knowledge was going to be passed down through generation after generation. Jack kept saying that he was going to die soon, but he had been saying that for ten years now. His birthday was coming up and the man was going to be dangerously close to fifty. That had to be a record in the hunter world. Besides those that had wanted to retire or something, but he was still in business. Just three more years after this one. He tried not to think about it, as death would become harder to grip if he let his hope get him like that. Although he told himself over and over that he wasn’t going to be thinking like that, there was a part of him that was wishing for it. Jack wanted to live through Kinsley getting married- to the Sawyer boy he met the other day or some other guy that came in. Jackson loathed to admit it, but he liked that boy. He seemed kind. Smart. Protective. The thing that really sold Jack was every time Sawyer had even glanced at Kins, it was like looking in a mirror when Jackson had looked at Jessica. It had been enough to make him excuse himself from the room.

Now it was just a regular hunting day- going after a mistake that he should killed when he had the chance. Jackson had known the hunter who raised him trying to be a good supernatural. Of course, instincts took over and everything changed. He had heard about the beast wandering around, but it had never come to his city before. No, there was no way he was just going to let this guy slide. He had trying to track him for a while, and now Jackson was almost 99% positive where he was going to be tonight. However, Jack was no fool. He wasn’t going to be tagging on this alone. Yet, too big of a crowd was certainly going to give him away to someone as smart as Easton Levy. So he had to take the single most qualified other person. Cason would have been his first choice, but the boy seemed preoccupied with so much else at that moment. Sam just as well. Annette was in no condition. He wasn’t going to risk his daughter trying to discover if this man was good or not. The choice was obvious. He could count on her any day. He adored that fierce woman. It was like a younger version of himself.

He drove his beat up pick-up with all of his weapons packed in the back. He had just about everything you could imagine. This was going to take quite a bit of gunpowder to take him down. Silver bullets and silver blades. One good thing about hybrids was they shared the weaknesses of the beast. Vampire would be a lot harder to kill than the wolf. Bitch was the whole strengths thing. Jackson sighed and parked on the outskirts of the forest, grunting as he double checked everything. With a muttered curse, he realized he had forgotten a second knife. He had his own in his boot, but had to make sure that she was well-prepared. Nothing was more annoying than when he invited someone on a hunt, and they expected him to have all the required equipment. Slamming his door, he stood up straight and tried to look presentable. Hunting or not, he liked to look professional. Jackson went on the step and knocked a couple of times, fixing his hood against the cold. She showed up only a few moments after he did.

After small greetings, the two hunters went and set themselves on the mission buisness. She had brought everything- like he thought she would the brilliant woman-. The pair found themselves darker into the forest where Jackson had tracked Easton the other day. All the tracks and hideouts. It hadn't been easy, but he had been prepared. Having one gun in hand, he saw the sun setting. Here went the last adventure of Jackson Duval.

OOC: I figured Easton could kill her if he wanted cause its another hunter XD

ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

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IT'S NOT A MATTER OF LUCK IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME

There were times when being a hybrid had its advantages. For most of his life Easton had hated what he was, a mutt, not necessarily accepted by one or the other of the two species that made up his DNA. Being called a hybrid sounded decent enough but it was actually a description that had been coined by hunters. Other supernaturals weren't so politically correct you might say. Freak, half-blood, mutt oh he'd heard them all and mostly from other vampires and werewolves. That was likely half the problem really. Being a mix of the two species who couldn't seem to stand each other's guts. There were some who had treated him no differently than any other pure blooded vamp or wolf but they were few and far between at last in Easton's experience. Perhaps he was too standoffish or distrustful, rubbed people the wrong way or what have you. It wasn't intentional necessarily but it was a lot harder to tear down those walls that were built than you think it will be once you reach that point.

He was trying though. Damn it he was trying. Almost dying tended to give you a crystal clear view of yourself and he couldn't say he was very proud of what he saw. Parts yes but when it came down to the nitty gritty of it all he was exactly what he always swore he wouldn't become. As much as he had tried to deny it Grace had been spot on. He was a monster. He'd told himself he was only doing what he had to do to survive and at first that was true. He'd been on his own, just a kid really and he'd had to grow up fast. Too fast maybe. And he'd gone from doing whatever it took to survive to simply doing it for thrill. He didn't go out and kill for the fun of it necessarily but if circumstances were right he wasn't one to try and avoid following those predatory instincts.

Then he'd met Grace and it was like his entire world had been turned upside down. Falling in love had been the last thing he'd planned on or wanted to happen. Love made you vulnerable, weak and he couldn't afford that, at least not in his experience. Besides he wasn't exactly what he'd consider good boyfriend material. Charming, smooth and good with words? Yes. He knew how to capture a woman's attention and keep it long enough to get what he (or both as the case might have been) wanted before moving on again. It was all he knew and he was good at it. The pretty blonde in the bookstore wasn't supposed to be any different but she had been. Got under his skin before he even knew it was happening and by the time he did realize it he was completely captivated. There was just something about her, something that brought out the best parts of him and he liked that version of himself.

And getting back to that now was suddenly so very important. Yes, he'd made mistakes. Massive, heartbreaking mistakes but he wasn't a utterly lost cause, at least not yet he hoped. If he could turn back time and change things he would in a heartbeat but that wasn't possible and dwelling on it wasn't going to do any good. He'd done enough of that to know that much was true. Thanks to Grace he'd been given a second chance, a clean slate you could say and he was doing his best to not mess it up this time. He knew Grace still didn't quite trust him and where their relationship stood at this point wasn't certain but he was trying. Starting with going cold turkey when it came to feeding on humans. She'd been up front with him about choosing to drink animal blood over human and he was actually not surprised she had made that choice. She had always been gentle and cold, blooded killer wasn't something that would ever fit her.

He hadn't told her he was trying to do the same yet, mainly because he wasn't quite sure he could manage it and he didn't want to disappoint her. He'd done that enough already. It was harder than one might think too. I mean, blood was blood right? Animal or human, it should all taste the same. It didn't though, not even close. It was edible enough obviously but it definitely was lacking in something. And until his body was used to this new food source he was a bit more vulnerable than usual. The slight weakness of his vampire side was tempered by the werewolf in him though, which was a definite plus. Still he was nervous about the full moon coming up in a few days. Unlike a full-blooded werewolf he could not only control his shifting on that night but remembered it, mostly at least. Whether or not he had the actual strength of mind this time to control his shifting was what he was worried about and therefore was trying to hunt as much as he could before that happend and hope it would be enough to get him through.

Easton had only been out in the woods for about twenty minutes, stalking a herd of deer, when he'd caught their scent. Human scent. Every nerve in his body went on high alert then, letting the deer go for now. Only hunters dared to venture out this far into the forest. Slipping silently through the trees, he finally caught sight of them, a man and a woman, both armed and alert. For a second he contemplated circling around and catching them by surprise. Kill them and go. The nagging thought that he would be going right back to his old ways though stopped him and instead he decided to stay put for the moment, hidden. Hopefully they would just keep going and he could make a clean getaway. He hoped that was how things played out at least, for all their sakes.

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[jack]

IF SECONDS HEAL THE WOUNDS

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Jackson didn’t really expect to just walk into him like he could with other supernaturals. As aggressive as Jack was, he had to learn to be a little cautious with this one. Look before he leapt, if he had to put a phrase to it. The woman next to him was bound to move the same way. The pair always found each other, sending mental signals that each other understood. It happened when someone hunted as long with each other as they had. There was an eerie feeling. It was as if Jackson somehow knew something wrong was going to happen. This feeling hadn’t really been put upon him before. The last time he remembered anything coming close was the time his brother had died. A tragic tale and night, but it was also the night he had decided to run off with Jessica. Just run. It had been his brother that voted against the pair. That had been years ago.

He didn’t recognize this feeling, and like everything else when he was hunting, he pushed it at the back of his mind. There couldn’t be any distractions. Any little slip could cost him his life or the life of others. Being more cautious wasn’t a guarantee of anything. With every step he took, Jackson had to take a moment to look around and sense what he was able to with his human abilities. Every once in a while, there was a slight limp in his walk. He had gotten into a fight with one of the detectives that came from outside of Manuka. The detective had found that Jackson was doing too well of a job to cover up all of these murders around Manuka. If only the man knew. Jack was just covering up for his fellow hunters. Didn’t the idiot know that he was saving him as well as the rest of the humans of Manuka by not getting all these hunters arrested. It was a little disadvantage that he was just going to have to put aside.

Why the scum was out here, Jackson actually didn’t know. The man should have been within the city walls collecting victims. There wasn’t exactly a good number of them out here. Don’t get him wrong, he preferred it if Easton was out here instead of within the walls of Manuka. It just didn’t make sense to him. When he briefed his fellow hunter on it, it had made her also confused. Still, he supposed if anything were to throw a hunter off, it would be something like this. Jackson learned not to take anything by surprise. Surprise meant hesitation and the element of surprise was a positive on whoever was doing the surprising. It was something he wished he would be able to get, but never wanting to receive. His steps slowed as he found himself in the middle of the forest. It was going to be around here. It was going to be close to this spot, he was sure of it. He could wait. Wandering around wasn’t going to do him much good.

”Shush.” He hissed, stopping and thinking that he heard something. A rustle. Sometimes he wished that he had some supernatural powers. Just the scent. The hearing. However, he also didn’t want to sacrifice his good natured soul in order to have that kind of power, but no one would deny how it would come in handy that way. Just to be able to do something so simple. It would mean he might have the upper hand in many situations. He was aware he was outmatched in many ways, but he also knew that there was some type of weakness in each supernatural that made him the victor each time. He didn’t always kill them, but he was still standing there waiting for the next. As always, he hoped silently he would return for the next adventure.

He whispered, ”Stay here,” This is where they were going to wait. The forest was quiet enough where every little sound and noise was audible above all else. Anything that might be wrestling in the leaves. Anything that wasn’t the still sound of the night. There wasn’t any wind or breeze that might make the leaves of the trees have a sound. Just a still summer’s night. It was an advantage for him as much as it was a disadvantage. Jackson knew better than to just stand there in the clearing as an open target. He found a fallen tree and knelt beside it, relaxing but also watching. Waiting had never been a problem for him. He may not have been able to find patience with people, but he knew patience with hunting. The woman was not really as patient as she was. She silently followed him, but he could see the irritation in her face, holding her gun and ready to shoot it at once. Unfortunately, it was too tense. Another noise came distantly, and she got a little too trigger happy. And shot. Cursing under his breath and snapping at her, Jackson’s eyes looked forward to see if it was some animal. Or worse.

ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS

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IT'S NOT A MATTER OF LUCK IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME

Easton's muscles were so tense as he knelt hidden in the darkness that it felt like they were about to literally snap. He'd already run them a bit ragged stalking the herd of deer (easier said than done mind you) and now that he'd caught whiff of what was undoubtedly hunters nearby it had his entire body on edge. He could shift into his wolf form and probably get out of there undetected but he was worried that once he did shift he'd be unable to control the hunger he had satisfied in a few weeks and go after that oh so enticing scent of human blood. Which was most likely what they were hoping he'd do, go after them and make himself an easy target, if they were prepared at least. You'd be pretty foolish not to be out here though. This wasn't a place for what you'd call a novice hunter to earn his boyscout badges. It was kill or be killed on this turf.

Which made this new resolve to start over with a clean slate, no more killing humans bit slightly difficult to follow. Every instinct in him was practically screaming at him to shift and hunt the bastards down, take them out before they could hurt him or anyone else they might have come across out here. He wasn't exactly a fan of many of the other species but he sure as hell would pick them over any human, hunter or not. He'd waited to see if they would show themselves and they didn't disappoint, coming into view a few minutes later. Two. A man and woman. The man walked with a slight limp but he looked tough nonetheless even from the distance Easton still remained away from them. The woman was average in height and build but he knew better than to assume she would be any easier to over power than the male. You should never size up or assume anything about a hunter based on their gender. Not unless you wanted to die that is.

A small sort of clearing brought the pair into full view and Easton's eyes narrowed. Jackson Duval. He would have known the man's face in a crowd full of people. The memory was still very clear in his mind of the first time he'd seen him. Back when he'd been living with Daniel still and hadn't fully realized what men like them were capable of doing to his kind. He'd found out soon after that day though and he never forgot. The brief thought of whether or not the hunter knew exactly who he was hunting or was simply hunting yet another supernatural creature passed through Easton's mind but he didn't dwell very long on it. The two stopped suddenly and Jackson seemed to be listening intently to something. Or for something. Easton had made sure there was no one else around the are before he'd started his own little hunt so it was either one of the deer or some other likely harmless creature. They wouldn't know that though and he took advantage of that momentary uncertainty on their part to move from his present location.

Reaching another very concealed spot in the shadows he hunkered down once again, a little closer this time and could easily see both their features. Jackson had that look of intense tenacity on his face that suggested he was not here to fail. The woman seemed a little more impatient, frowning a bit as Jackson motioned for her to hunker down behind a fallen tree with him. Waiting him out perhaps? Obvioously they weren't going away anytime soon and Easton didn't necessarily want to spend the rest of the night having in invisible stand off. Maybe if he could just get around past them he might be able to avoid detection long enough too... A soft pop sounded beneath his foot as he took what he thought had been a carefully placed step. Damn it! This was what happened when you weren't at the top of your game. Stupid shit like stepping on a stick at the worst possible moment. Freezing he hoped if he stayed still they would assume it was simply another animal and he could get away or at the worst head his way and he could outrun them with any luck.

What happened instead though was the sharp sound of a gunshot and a burning pain flashing across his arm. Giving a startled glance down he saw the red stain of blood already seeping through the fabric of his shirt sleeve where a bullet had grazed him. It wasn't life threatening by any means but it stung like a bitch and he looked up to see the woman holding her gun out and Jackson giving her a death glare. With nothing to tie it up with to stop the bleeding they would be able to track him if he ran now no matter how much faster he was. Fine. They wanted a fight he'd give them one. Faster than you could almost see it happen he went from man to wolf and launched himself out of the darkness full force towards the female hunter, dragging her with him a good few yards. And she didn't get up after Easton stepped away, his attention focused on Jackson immediately, a snarl curling his lips and exposing bloodied teeth. Your move old man.

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