when your soul embarks} Ryland.

[iris]

Little shocks of stabbing green blades came up, poking pressing and corroding their way threw the pale ivory colored flesh. Bare feet in the wet grass, painted the whole underneath of her feet, it hadn't been raining but the sprinklers where on and they painted the scene in a mystic haze, like something out of a cheap horror film. Fog hung around them like a veil, they'd counted on it for this encounter. Still it was nearly ten, and while winter gripped the earth with it's claws the season was changing. Sunshine fell threw and saw all the faded areas and cracks in the fog, climbing down threw the spider webbing patches of branches that hung above them. It lit up the world, just enough and allowed the fog to fall back into the darkness while she stared at her own warped reflection.“Iris,” her name came off lips mirrored to her own, but not her own at all. Her sister was staring at her, and the silence still laid between them though it'd already been broken. The girls didn't know how to fight now with one another, Iris was to sweet and gentle with her sister, and she didn't know how to be mean if she wanted too. It didn't work like this.

Yet here they stood together, as though some law of logic and reasoning had failed and the universe had cracked in half and now she stood in this spot and stared in wonder an alternate reflection of herself. A reflection she knew too warped too be anything like herself, this one listened too the rules and knew how too play nicely. Her scars were hidden and her heart untouched by cruelty, Iris was too far gone to be anything like this one, but still she found it in her way too love her sister. “I can't,” denying her felt like shunning some part of herself as though she'd been stabbed in the gut once more, but she bled not from her body but from her eyes, as two tears slid down her face. Black mary janes shuffled forward, yellow socks peaking out of them, dull colors on her sisters skin, a skirt and long sleeved shirt with a silver cross around her neck. Her sister looked ready to go to private school not out for a hunt, she silently cursed her parents for allowing her sister to hunt like this, they all knew she couldn't run properly in that skirt, but it wasn't her place too say anything, not anymore. She was looking at all she'd left behind, as her sister walked away from though, it felt like everything else had left her behind. “Be safe.” she said to no one. Sure there were angels out there, she'd met a few, but none watched over her, but she wished they'd watch over her sister.

No measurement of time could be given to her, for how long she would have to wait until things got better in her life. It was just an unsung promise that she'd made to herself, that one day she'd stop having to be the one to give out emotional damage to the both of them. Being home was a nightmare for her, at least when she was alone, so she came, she washed herself and rid herself of everything that'd just transpired, clean clothes, fresh makeup, kick ass shoes, a dagger to be safe and out of habit and one phone call was all it took these days too make her forget her life before. It was hard being dead, to her family, to other hunters, the only way she made it threw was by reminding herself she was still alive. Around six she picked up the phone and made a call out of desperation that something tonight would remind her she was still kicking, why she quit, she waited for Ryland to pick up the phone, speaking quickly once she heard the click, “Tell me you have a party lined up for tonight,”

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Notes: I hope you don't mind I made this, I figured they could already be friends since they were both hunters?

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

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IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT

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It was the usual routine of staying in the house, she believed. Ryland was never in her apartment. She couldn't stand looking at the same thing for too long. Or the same people for that matter. Ryland wished she had a roommate, but she knew she'd get sick of them as quick as she got sick of school. Ryland never understood her constant need to keep moving and not being able to stomach the same person. That was why she couldn't keep a guy around for long. You would think it was weird at how beautiful Ryland was, you would think she would have had a boyfriend in her lifetime. Well, when she was younger she wasn't interested in boys. Ryland had to make sure her mom got home alright, that she was doing good in school, and that the rent and bills were fully paid. Plus she kept the house clean. Her mother was never home, so Ryland was always doing the house work. Ryland's mom had worked two jobs for her. She couldn't imagine how she had done it. Ryland couldn't even handle babysitting for too long. She adored kids, but she would never have any of her own. And little Ryland's running around just wasn't a good idea. There was no need to create more chaos in the world.

Ryland used to be okay with being alone, since she basically raised herself since her mom was always so tired. Ever since she had been attacked by that werewolf she hadn't really been the same. Ryland felt she needed to always be on the lookout. The werewolf had been a hitman or whatever you call it. Her aunt had sent it after Ryland. Her aunt had a worse temper than her. Which said something. That woman belonged in a mental hospital. Ryland thought her temper was bad, but damn. Her aunt was trying to kill her. She was thankful she had gotten away from the guy in the first place. Ryland knew as soon as her aunt found out she had gotten away, she'd send someone else. Ryland couldn't handle being attacked like that again, which was why she had became a hunter. She didn't like feeling a vulnerable as she did the first time she was attacked. Ryland knew now she was a bad hunter, but she needed to get herself ready and practice for whatever was going to come her way again. Her aunt was going to find her eventually.

At that moment Ryland was training. She had ordered a punching bag a month or so ago to work on her upper body strength. Ryland had been lifting weight at the gym for awhile, but doing the same thing got her bored. So she was going to switch between the punching bag and weight. Ryland was drenched in sweat as she hit the punching bag from every angle. Throwing high kicks here and there. She wiped her forehead for the back of her hand. Ryland let out a triumphant cry as she hit the punching bag extremely hard. It flew back and she caught it when she flew back at her. Ryland leaned against it, breathing hard. She stood up, grabbing her bottle of water she had on the coffee table next to her. Ryland gulped it down, pulling her shirt off to wipe her face off. She threw her shirt down, now just standing in her sports bra and shorts. Ryland unwrapped the padding around her hands and threw it on her couch. She downed the last of the water and paused when she heard her phone ring. Ryland dashed toward her room, flopping her sweaty body on her bed to grab her phone. She smiled when she saw who it was. Iris.

The girl had come out of no where and she was probably one of the funnest girls she knew. Plus she was beyond wonderful in bed. It was pretty hard to please Ryland, so it was wonderful when she found the right girl to actually do the job. Ryland pressed accept on the screen. As soon as she answered Iris' voice rung over the line. She laughed softly,"Well, there is one near your house. It's some college dope head whos parents are fucking rich. Where are you? I'll swing by and we can go." Ryland hung up and put her phone back on her pillow. She needed to take a quick shower and dash over to her friend's house. Ryland needed to look hot, that was for sure. Especially for Iris. She loved to impress that girl. Plus it was like a little tease if she wanted to go back to her house after the party. Ryland knew she was crashing the night at someone's house. Because she'd either be too drunk or high to find her way back to her apartment. She had already had a complaint filed for her throwing a little get together the other week. It was only six people and they were just playing music and drinking and talking. It wasn't like they were at a rave. They were remotely quiet. It was just the fucking prude next to her that had the problem. Dumb old lady.

Ryland sprinted to her bathroom and jumped in the shower, emerging about fifteen minutes later. Teeth brushed, hair brushed, and make up done. She usually did her make up in her room, but she was in a rush. All she had done was apply some black eyeshadow and mascara. Ryland walked to her room, her towel wrapped around her body. She quickly slipped on some underwear and grabbed a leopard corset she had bought recently. Ryland pulled on some skinny jeans, which really showed off her wide hips. She walked to her vanity mirror and pulled her hair into a messy high bun. Ryland grabbed some earrings she had in a tray and put them on and grabbed a matching bracelet. She grabbed her combat boots and shoved them on and sprayed some perfume and grabbed her phone, keys, and money and was out the door. Ryland slipped out of the apartment complex and jumped into her red Jeep. She was out of the parking lot seconds later.

Ryland turned up the music, singing along to Super Bass. She didn't really have a certain type of music she listened to, Ryland liked everything. She drummed her fingers on the steerwheel, rapping along with Nicki Minaj. Ryland laughed, stopping at a stop light to reach into her secret compartment to grab some candy. She popped some Skittles in her mouth. Ryland bit down on her bottom lip, still bobbing her head along to the music. She turned a corner, reaching the Old Town. Ryland peered at the things around her, frowning a bit. She was lucky she could afford her current apartment. The apartment before had been only one room. The toilet had it's own little room, but the shower was right next to the kitchen. It was an odd set up, but she had liked it. It was crap though. There was no room to do anything. Ryland wouldn't miss it.

Ryland was reaching where Iris had told her to go. She switched radio stations, the Beatles bursting threw her speakers. Ryland sang along to Come Together as she swung near the estates. Ryland had met her family. They had approved since she was a hunter, but they didn't know about her party life, but it was none of their business anyways. She swung around as far as she could and she turned down the music and rolled down the window leaning out. Ryland beeped her horn loudly."Come on bitch! Let's go!" She beeped a few more times and leaned back in her seat, putting the car into park. Ryland grabbed a few more Skittles chewing them happily. She didn't want to wait too long for her. Iris better have been ready because Ryland had zero patience.

OOC; sorry it's kinda rushed

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[iris]

Iris had always been the. wild child of her family when they'd all been together. She was wild in that she didn't take direction well, she questioned her parents orders, and was known for going off on her own. These were trival things that any normal human being would want to do, but in her family it'd been a major defiance, she was the one that needed too be watched to make sure she didn't step out of line. Her parents had never known how easy she'd gone on them until she moved out. She'd been the best soilder they could make of her until she was out on her own. Now she was free to do whatever she liked and she loved the freedom, abusing it in every chance she got. Throwing herself in every situation she could, it was reckless she knew, but the idea of her mothers face when she found out always made it worth it. Because while none of them were talking to her, she knew better than to suspect they were just going to walk out of her life, even if she wanted them to. No she knew, she could see it in some of the Hunters she talked to eyes, they were watching her to report to them. They were under their thumb still, still not questioning why it was they did what they did, why they hunted, if they were really ready to give up their life for the cause. She pityed them, someday it'd hit them too, until then she smiled at them and made sure they saw all the worst of her behavior. The vampire she'd slept with last week, the raves she spent most of her nights at drinking fay wine and not caring, the fire tamer she'd danced the night away with the other night.

The first time after leaving them that she'd seen her parents, her father hadn't spoken, only yelled. Her mother had looked at her with such shame in her eyes, that it left a lingering sense of burning inside of her when she just remembered it. She'd said if she was going to sleep around with obimanations she could at least do them the curtosy of sticking to the proper gender. Because when it came down to it that's what was important to her family. Less than a week later her and Ryland had started hooking up and she'd made sure to let her mother know in the best of ways, a video from her webcam sent to her mother's email that had sealed the deal of her excommunication. Ryland was the key to pissing off her parents, but she was so much more to that to Iris now. There was a rush that came from being with her that didn't come from the fact she was a female, or a hunter, that came from something outside of her hunger. She generally adored Ryland.

Ryland was generally adoreable, yet she some how managed to walk the fine line between adorable and incredibly sexy without any trouble. She was beautiul and fun, she was everything that Iris wanted in her life right now, an escape from everything that had been, so she smiled when Ryland answered the phone, she listened to Ryland's laugh, and nearly purred as she imagined Ryland in her house waiting for her. Happy for the chance to hang out with the other female, once they hung up Iris quickly realized she wasn't nearly hot enough to see Ryland tonight.

She stripped off her clothing, leaving it lingering on the floor as she located her favorite set of bra and panties, slipping them on quickly. She wanted to be as sexy as she could tonight which meant she needed to be sexy down to her skin. A quick razor over her legs to make sure they were hairless before she slipped on a new pair of leggings that were skin tight and showed off her legs, her shirt showed off her midriff and allowed for her not to become to hot during the night. She smiled, it was a skin tease for Ryland, to show her what she could have if she came home with her tonight. Which she sincerly hoped she would since she knew Ryland wouldn't go home after a party, she always ended up somewhere with someone. It didn't bother Iris since whenever she was there she tried to capture the female and bring her home with her, tonight would be no different.

Iris laid out on her bed, arms streched out like she'd been crusified not wanting to get up or do anything that might mess up her outfit before Ryland got to see her. She'd waited paitently, listening to the car pull up and the speakers blare out some Beatles, it was a good song selection Iris noted. But nothing made her smile like the sound of Ryland yelling for her, she laughed and flew down the stairs not hindered at all by the heels she'd strapped to her feet, her dark locks flew around her bouncing loosening up her curls so they looks natural, she smiled as she passed the mirror in the hallway before arriving at the side of the car. She stared at Ryland her lips curving into a smirk before letting loose, "Calm yourself woman," she joked around, pulling open the door and climbing into the car.

She threw her bag in the backseat of the car, and forgot about everything as her eyes went over Ryland's body. Her eyes travled over every inch of Ryland slowly, taking in the clothing first, she approved of the outfit, though her mind was already thinking of how to take it off. Before she could think of any of that though, her eyes scoured every inch of Ryland's exposed skin, her thoughts were torn between where her lips could fit onto that skin, but more importantly making sure it was all still entact. She looked for any sign of injury that might have happened to Ryland in the week that'd passed since she'd seen her, Ryland was a hunter but she seemed as bad as Iris's sister at getting herself hurt. It worried Iris more than she'd ever admit to the other girl, it gave her restless nights where she wanted to patrol just to find her, to join her in the hunt to watch over her, until the day she might be able to talk her out of hunting.

She seemed fine for now, nothing new stuck out to her, and she let out a sigh she didn't know she'd been holding in as she saw her friend was okay. Ryland was only a friend, someone who was great in the sack, but Iris wasn't naive to the fact that she might like Ryland a little bit more than she let on. She smiled over at the other girl, "Hey baby," she greeted her with a smile, happy to be back inside of Rylands car. She'd spent many great moments in this car, their first kiss had been in here, every time she got into the car she couldn't help but remember it, which sparked her mind to lean over and kiss Ryland. She held her lips to the other females for just a heartbeat before pulling away and leaning back into the seat.

Her fingers reached forward to the radio and played with it until some LAFMO song was blasting inside of the car. It was more dancy and what she needed she was on a mission tonight to have fun, break a heart or two and just live. "Lets get the fuck out of here I'm so ready to be gone!"