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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Sam was on the job. You wouldn’t know, 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, there was the whole Petrus family was nearby. And yet, this vampire had been allowed to run rampant and no one was doing anything about it.

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.

TAG Jurate/Wes!
WORDS 700+
CLOTHES Here!
MUSE 30 Seconds to Mars
NOTES <333

[westley]

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It was one of those days that Wes felt like looking for trouble. He was getting restless and agitated, and so he could not sit still. And, what do you do when you have nothing to do? You do your favourite thing in the world of course; go hunting. Not just any kind of hunting, but the one that gets your adrenaline pumping, and lets you get your weapons out, and Westley Taylor loved his weapons. They made life so much more fun. So, at this precise moment this hunter was dressed in black, and walking through a crowded area. Wherever he looked, mixed in with humans were those of the dark species. You could tell by the fine details of their movement, of the way they carried themselves, even by their eye colour, because as you know most humans don't have yellow or violet eyes. There are so many factors that give these things away, yes most humans are just so oblivious, or maybe too thick to see the differences between the supernaturals and themselves.

Westley was wearing a hunters outfit, all in black, with his favourite boots and leather jacket that his his tattoos. To anyone passing by he would seem normal, which meant that he was as deceiving as these supernaturals, but very few people could guess that there are pockets within pockets of all sorts of weapons meant for hunting, and hurting. So, making his way down the middle piece of the shopping area, he noticed a few shops, and some of the supernaturals heading out or into the shops. It made him disgusted to be honest, how they can just walk around, like they own the place, make themselves blend in and then kill mercilessly. It could be anyone, they could look like anyone, any vampire could look about twenty and be your guidance counselor at school, and you would never know. How pathetic the human race is, but then again, if everyone knew about the supernaturals, the world would be a panic and chaos, and there would only be few humans left alive, and that was initially what Wes was fighting against. The survival of the human race as well as revenge.

He always remembered what Ross used to say before he died, him being his mentor and all, 'Wes, the human race is in your hands, and you have the power to save some of them.' And with that, he had always worked towards the goal of making himself matter, that the child that was left to fend for him self at just eight, the one who saw his whole family be killed, would matter. That they made a mistake of not seeking him out and killing him too. All of his years of training were for the day when he would catch those bastards, the ones who's faces were etched in his memory as if it had been yesterday. They would pay and revenge would be sweet. While hunting, Westley always felt in his comfort zone, like it was the second part of him that went in complete and utter sync with the non hunter side of Wes. Of course, there were other hunters around, but Wes being a stubborn, big headed jerk really, he believed that he didn't need any assistance in killing anything, like he'd rather end up dead than accept help.

That's when he spotted the guy. The blond that was being, obviously, followed by a nonchalant looking Sam. Wes felt a small smile grace his lips as the two men entered the alleyway, and because Wes quite far away he knew that neither of them would have seen him watching them. After all, his blue eyes weren't just pretty, they were sharp and noticed the littlest details. He moved quickly towards one of the alleyways, and he almost gaped at the sight before him. He didn't know whether to laugh or panic, because after all, Sam had been an idiot, or so Wes thought. He watched as the blond, that looked no older than about 19, clearly a vampire, smashed Sam against the wall. Sam said something, and then the vampire threw him away with him inhumane strength.

Even as Wes was moving forward, he already had his stake out. He was moving stealthily and quietly, and he was sure that the vampire could not hear him right until the last second in which Wes was behind him. "Hey, sucker." Westley said with a grin as the vampire turned around, and stuffed the stake into his stomach. Not his heart, yet. He wanted the vampire to bleed a little, no matter how evil that sounded, the supernaturals bleeding made Wes happy. He pushed the stake in a little deeper, knowing how much it hurt the vampire, before he pushed him over. Then, quickly looking at Sam, he smiled. "He's all yours to finish off if you like." He said, knowing that if Sam declined, Wes would do it himself, quite happily really.

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^{TAG - sam
WORDS - 832
NOTES - xD bleh kinda crap, but there you go!
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

That hurt. It really hurt. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he had been caught off guard like that, though supposed it was for the better. He couldn’t go soft, couldn’t let his last batch of easy kills go to his head. Because when he did, that happened. And Sam wasn’t going to let that happen again. He groaned and rolled himself onto his feet, grunting a little bit at the pain. Every inch of him ached, but he still put a crooked smile on his face. “Was that really necessary?” Sam asked, hoping to stall for a bit of time to get some of his breath back before making a mad dash to grab his stake (because of course Sam had been cocky enough to only bring one stake with him and a myriad of other weapons that wouldn’t actually hurt a vampire).

Though it’d seem as if it didn’t matter. Another hunter came out of nowhere, staking Sam’s target in the stomach in a very obvious non-lethal blow. The movement was so fast that Sam wasn’t even sure who the other person was. But then he got a good look and found that, not only was it someone that Sam knew who had walked upon one of the most embarrassing hunting scenes of his life, but it was Wes. Of all people it could’ve been, it was Wes. Sam must’ve done something to piss off the higher fates, or it would’ve been anyone else in the alley way at that moment. Dammit.

So the hunter did the macho thing; brush off his pain and embarrassment, like every single part of his body wasn’t causing him pain, like he wasn’t just made a fool of. Trying to save face in front of the vampire, Sam didn’t acknowledge quite how agitated he was by Wes’s presence and kept a carefully neutral expression. He wasn’t quite sure why he wanted the vampire to have that impression, but he did. Maybe Sam wanted him to think that all of this had been planned – that he and Wes were working as a team and that Sam really wasn’t that easy to push around.

Regardless of the reason, Sam went to crouch over the vampire without saying anything in response to Wes. He reached for the stake and twisted it. The hunter didn’t used to take part in torture, figuring that it was bad enough for the creature that it was being killed. That was when Sam was young, naïve. When he wasn’t quite aware of exactly what the supernatural were capable of. But now that he saw just what they did, he decided death was too quick for them. Much too easy. A small, barely noticeable smug smirk lit up Sam’s features as he saw a look of pain cross the vampire’s face.

But he still had a soul. Sam, that was, not the vampire. And the soul was screaming at him that this was wrong, that Sam was stooping to their level by doing this. The voice was weak though, used to being stamped down and ignored. Sam already thought of himself as a monster. He was on the road to Hell, so he mind as well make it one heck of a ride there. What threw him off though, what stopped Sam from twisting the stake further was the eerie silence of the vampire.

The hunter was used to things begging, pleading with him to let them go. They came up with all sorts of stories about how they weren’t as bad as they seemed, how they had fallen in love with a human and had sworn off harming the race. They were lies, spewed from the mouth of a coward facing death. And to the few who weren’t lying, it was too bad that they belonged to a race of scumbags. But this vampire was doing nothing of the sort. Instead, it was staring up at Sam with defiant eyes, the pain masked but the hate clearly broadcasted. How could Sam justify torturing this thing when it was trying to die a dignified death? It deserved it, but the look on its face was so human that Sam just couldn’t do it.

Disgusted with himself and the situation, Sam glanced away from its face, pulled the stake out of the vampire’s stomach (arguably causing more pain than had Sam just gotten a different stake) and drove the piece of sharpened wood straight through the vampire’s chest. Finally glad that it was over with, Sam took the stake back out, standing from his crouch and cleaning vampire blood off it in the same motion. He offered it to Wes, finally acknowledging the other hunter. “You had nothing better to do than stalk and up show me?”

[/color] he asked without looking Wes in the eye and instead going to pick up the stake he had dropped earlier. No point in leaving it lying around.

Satisfied that he was cleaned up now, Sam crossed his arms and looked back in Wes’s direction, challenging him almost but Sam wouldn’t know in what. All he knew was that whenever he and Wes were together, there was a nonstop track of insults, jibes, and flat out nastiness. Time to prepare for the worst.
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TAG Jurate/Wes!
WORDS 800+
CLOTHES Here!
MUSE Parachute
NOTES <333[/size]

[westley]

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It was almost comical, the situations that one gets into when they believe they're better than the rest of the world. Truly, Westley was absolutely no stranger to that, because he was unfortunate enough to almost get himself killed a couple of times, thinking that the kills he was staking out would be just oh so easy. Turned out, that the Shapeshifter he'd been out to get, was always one step ahead of him, and because Wes had been foolish enough to think he had the upper hand, he nearly died. That's why now, he found the situation so comical, as Sam was struggling against the Vampire. It was almost exactly the same as had been with Wes, except Wes was here to save Sam's sorry ass, and no one had been there for him. So, Wes had had to use whatever cunnining plan he could come up with in half a second, and not waste time making sure it was fool proof. He was sure that Sam would be no different, if Wes had waited out for a few minutes longer, but to be honest, he did not want to right any sort of death right then that was not a supernatural.

The way that the stake had landed int he stomach of the Vampire was just oh so satisfying. He felt the shock of the Vampire as it slumped on his arm in pain, and Wes was glad that he's strong. He may not look it, in his tall and lanky frame, but he was definitely strong and as the Vampire was falling towards him, he was able to hold his wight. Wes's face contorted in disgust because the Vampire was too close for comfort. The supernatural was bright blond, wore glasses, looked like any geek out of a Hollywood movie, but more importantly he looked quite human. Or so the ignorant human race believed, but Wes, knew better, as did Sam and any other Hunter on the scene. They could tell the little things apart, the graceful movement, the way they blinked less often and moved faster than humans. It was all in the detail, and Ross had taught him well enough to notice little things like that.

When he finally had the Vampire on the floor, Sam proceeded to finish the thing off. Wes could only see the back of Sam, so he focused his icy eyes on the Vampire. The blond did not struggle, or even cry out in pain, he just laid there, pain evident in his eyes. Westley's eyes were merciless, cold, because of what the Vampire was. He was something that Westley despised oh so deeply, more than the other species. Shapeshifters and Vampires were the reason he had been left without a childhood at the age of eight. They had killed his family and just left them there, no mercy was shown, so when Wes hunted he enjoyed their pain, as cruel as that sounded. He felt like he was like them sometimes, but he believed in getting a taste of your own medicine, so as Sam twisted the stake around the stomach of the Vampire, Wes watched on quite happily.

When Samuel finally put the stake through the Vampire's heart, and turned to face Westley, he felt a smirk that was very smug cross his handsome features. He waited for Sam to say something, before he taunted the guy. It was quite a lot of fun to bicker with Sam, just because the guy was wound up quite easily, as was Wes, but maybe less so. "If I hadn't up showed you, my dear friend, it would be you lying there dead. So, I think you owe me a thanks?" Wes quirked his eyebrow suggestively, like he really wanted the thanks. "Holbrook, you're so rusty! That was a pathetic excuse for hunting. Has your ego grown so much it blinded you?" Westley exclaimed mockingly, with a heavy release of a disappointed sigh as well as a low chuckle and a shake of his head. He took the stake that Sam had cleaned, and put it in his pocket, out of sight of any human eyes. And then, he proceeded into thinking how they could rid of the body without being spotted. Sam couldn't have gotten into trouble anywhere a bit more secluded? Of course not, life was never that easy.

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^{TAG - sam
WORDS - 728
NOTES - these two are one of a kind :L
TUNES - you've seen the butcher , deftones.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Wes wasn’t one to disappoint. That much was for sure. The first words out of his mouth were clearly meant to be a jab and Sam expected nothing less. He partially wished he could raise his eyebrow like Wes so he could mimic (and hopefully piss off) the other hunter. Unfortunately, he lacked the talent so he had to make do with just standing there with his arms crossed. Lame, he knew, but the best he could do in the situation. He brushed off Wes’s comment, knowing it was true but ego keeping from admitting it. “I had control of the situation. I was just trying giving myself a challenge.”

Truth was if the other hunter hadn’t shown up, Sam would be dead. In that spilt second that Sam had had to make a Plan B after losing his stake, his mind was totally blank. All he could do was berate himself for not having more than one stake while hunting (a vampire, for crying out loud) instead of actually coming up with something useful. Either it was an off day for the young man or he was losing his touch. No matter which, he was lucky that Wes had been in the area. But no need to make that knowledge available to Wes. “Why should I thank you for not minding your business?” A bit of attitude was attached to the statement, mostly because Sam should thank Wes and he knew it, but refused to do it.

The next comment though – too far. Sam wasn’t going to try to put too much of an effort into defending himself against Wes’s verbal attacks, figuring that he deserved most of it for being a lame hunter today. But it was one thing for Sam to critique his own ability and a completely different thing for someone else to outright point it out. Luckily, Sam had a trick up his sleeve. A slight smirk appeared on his face as he thought about Wes’s reaction to what he was about to say.

See, Sam had heard some stories flying around recently. Stories about Wes and some fallen angel. At first, the young man had dismissed them as simple tales of jealousy (because Wes was a good hunter) and nothing more. But he kept hearing them and while still not believing they could be true, Sam started to keep note on all he had heard. They were just stories – he was convinced – told by people who wanted to destroy Wes’s reputation. But if anyone had that right, it was Sam and Sam only while the opposite was true for Wes.

“So rumor has it,” Sam started, the glee evident on his face. “That you have gone soft, my friend. A fallen angel? Really?” Whether or not it was true, Wes would most likely be shocked and upset by not only the accusation, but by who it was coming from. And who knew what he’d do if it were true? That was best case scenario, of course, but Sam would take a simple ruffle of the feathers. Anything to make Wes not so smug. From what Sam had heard, nothing much had happened between the two, but Wes certainly hadn’t made the effort to do anything violent towards the fallen, giving the impression that something as stopping him.

Satisfied by the quality of his jab, Sam turned back to the body, a look akin to disgust making its way across his features. He had mostly forgotten the discussion for the moment, focused instead on the body that was in the alley with the two hunters. “I suppose we could burn it,” Sam suggested without turning around, still staring at the dead thing. If only vampires turned to dust when they were staked, like they did in so many different forms of media. It’d certainly make clean up a hell of a lot easier for hunters. All they’d have to do was scatter the ash, if that was what was required. Or they could just leave a pile of ash without any meaning behind it and it’d mean nothing different to the ignorant human. Then Sam slightly turned so Wes was visible in his line of sight but not turning all the way to actually face Wes. “Got a lighter?”

TAG Jurate/Wes !
WORDS 700+
CLOTHES Here!
MUSE MCR
NOTES Lemme know if this is okay.

[westley]

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Apparently Sam had control of the situation. What bullocks. Yet, Wes could not blame him for saying that, because Sam was as proud as Wes, if not more, and he would never ever say thanks to a rival like Wes. Because that's what they were not really friends per say, but rivals who like to out do each other in their hunting. Wes felt a smirk graze his lips, if only because it was Sam standing there, and even if he could empathize with the guy, he wasn't planning on making his foolishness easy on him, after all, maybe it would teach him a lesson that if you were so stupid, to fix that and become smarted and not risk life really. Sometimes, Wes felt like even he underestimates the supernaturals, and then they come out with a 'boom' of sorts that you just don't expect, and that one boom could be the end of you, and even if Sam wasn't really a friend, Wes didn't want him dead because - and he would never admit this - the other hunter was good at what he did, when he wasn't so foolish as to carry only a single stake when following a vampire.

Wes let out a laugh, because what the guy was saying just seemed quite comical. He had saved his life, yet there he was, giving him attitude. But, if Wes was honest, if the situation had been reversed, it would have been the same on his side. Because this sort of thing hurts a hunter's pride, but then you have to rise above it and become better, because see where easy going get's you? It get's you to think you are invincible, and makes you not careful, and really foolish. "So, let me get this right, I save you from certain death, and I get it shoved back in my face. Would a little thank you hurt? Cause next time you may not be so fortunate.. You know.. If I was minding my own business." This was said half seriously, because if Sam read in between the lines, it was Wes's way of saying that next time he hoped he would not have to save him, that he just needed to be cleverer and not become overblown by the feeling of victory when the fight was far far from over.

And then Wes was not expecting what came from the other hunter's lips. His face was set with a straight expression, not even a frown, with clear shock written in his blue eyes. All he could see was the gleeful expression of the other hunter, and that blow was like getting his by ice, because Wes knew that not killing that fallen was wrong, well not fallen - Alix - but how the hell would Sam know anything about it? Wes pretended to play dumb, because it was his ass on the line if Sam even smelled him being lenient to a supernatural, and he knew that he would never hear the end of it. Westley's eyes narrowed in a dark expression, and he looked right at Sam. "Who told you that? Was it another hunter? Were they just jealous that I'm better than them or something?" Wes's questions were said almost nonchalantly, like the thought of the statement actually being true never crossed his mind, yet he still wondered who the hell had told Sam. If he were to ever see Alix again, he would have to keep it on the down low, though he didn't know why seeing her again excited him. He felt shameful, and disloyal to all the hunter's, but Wes knew that this fallen was not evil. She gave up her wings to be with her family. She was a nurse. How could that ever be evil?

"Sammy boy, are you doubting my ability as a hunter, because that is just painful man. You know I don't go soft." Wes sneered, and his response sounded kind of defensive to his own ears, but he had to make ti believable. He shut up and focused on the matter at hand. The body. "Yeah, burning is fine." He said distractedly, and then Sam asked if he had a lighter? Really? "Sam. How do you not even have a lighter? You never know where you might need it." Wes said seriously while pulling out a lighter out of the inside of his leather jacket, and giving it to Sam, while getting a glimpse of his own tattoos. Sometimes he really forgot they were there. But, right now, all he wanted to do was watch the dead vamp smoulder in flames and become ash. That would make him feel better, knowing that another piece of scum was off the face of this earth, yet he could not help but wonder whether he was like Alix. Someone who wasn't as bad as the Hunter's believed they would. With a ferocity, Wes cleared his mind of that thought, reminding himself of who he was, and why he can never ever think like that again.

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^{TAG - sam
WORDS - 844
NOTES - it was fine! <3
TUNES - techno fan , the wombats.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Wes would laugh. Of course he could see right through Sam’s crappy and horribly thought out defense. Anyone with a single eye and half a brain could. Not only had the excuse been quick and obviously not thought out, but anyone who knew Sam also knew that the kid was a compulsive liar. He hadn’t always been one, but it was a trait that seemed to develop the more Sam hunted and became immersed in the world of the supernatural. He had to, or people would think he was crazy. And of course, lying on a regular basis had turned Sam into a liar in general. It was like once he started, he couldn’t stop.

Sam laughed back at Wes’s comment though, ignoring the fact that Wes saw right through him. He’d continue along with the façade of not actually doing anything wrong in order to save face because pride was one of the most important things that Sam possessed. “You, my friend, are a laugh. You still think you did something heroic.” Sam shook his head almost as if he was disappointed in the other man. In all honesty, he was very grateful that Wes had been there and had stepped in when he did because Sam didn’t have a clue of where he’d be right now if Wes hadn’t. Still, it was against his nature to outright tell the other hunter so Sam would continue with this jesting even if he knew it wasn’t entirely true. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over next time; there won’t be one.”

And there wouldn’t be a next time. Sam would make sure of it. All this near death stuff and the embarrassment that followed after it just wasn’t worth it. Those few seconds more that the hunter would take to get ready for a hunt would prove beneficial. There was no way Sam could go through this whole ordeal again, especially if Wes was the one who stepped in again. He’d never live it down.

So the whole “better hunter thing” was going to start now. Handy, Sam decided, since his already rather observant eyes were particularly focused at the moment and they caught the quick look of panic in Wes’s eyes that he might have otherwise missed. It only caused Sam’s smirk to grow, knowing that he now had Wes caught. He might act perfect and above the rest, but it would seem as though even the mighty Wes had an Achilles heel and Sam had found it. “Getting a little defensive there, aren’t you, Taylor?” Sam teased, though Wes’s questions hadn’t held quite a defensive tone. The questions themselves were the kind you asked when you were being defensive; Wes was just a good enough actor to hide that they were.

The use of the nickname “Sammy Boy” really got under Sam’s skin and on a normal day, he would’ve shot some snippy comment Wes’s way. Not today though. No – Sam wasn’t going to let Wes distract him from his main goal. So Sam gritted his teeth against the reaction that Wes wanted and instead focused on what was on hand.

He held up his hands in mock surrender when Wes asked if Sam doubted him and there was a grin from ear to ear on Sam’s face. Oh, he had gotten to Wes alright, and Sam knew it. He wasn’t afraid to show it either. “Hey now, I never said you were going soft. I was merely repeating what I heard.” Sam cocked his head to the side, almost like he was confused when both guys standing there knew he wasn’t. “But you did get awfully defensive. Is there something you’re not telling me, Wes?” He was using an innocent tone that clearly didn’t match the expression on his face. Sam was enjoying this.

Or at least he was, until Wes found another mistake of Sam’s that he could pick at. “No, I don’t have a lighter,” Sam said simply in a tone that implied that was all Wes was getting out of him on that. It was stupid of Sam to not have a lighter on him because of situations such as these, but he couldn’t. They were too much temptation. Whenever Sam felt a lighter in his hand, he got the itch to smoke. It was something he hadn’t done in years, but the urge had clearly not gone away and there was no point in torturing himself in that way.

Even now, Sam was starting to feel as if he needed a cigarette. With that in mind, he quickly flicked the lighter on and set the flame against the vampire’s body in a couple different places in hopes that the whole thing would engulf in flames sooner. Satisfied, he gave the light back to Wes and stared at the body as he waited for it to be reduced to ash. He liked to make sure there was no chance of his targets coming back to life (it had happened once or twice).

TAG Jurate/Wes !
WORDS 800+
CLOTHES Here!
MUSE Parachute
NOTES They are fun <3

[westley]

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Being a hunter, you didn't have many friends. It was always hatered, rivarly or even exlusion from the world. For Wes it was usually the second option. Most of the hunters he knew, he was rivals with. Who could kill more supernaturals, who's kills were the best, easiest and all that. It was a similar situation with Sam, but it wasn't really a harsh rivarly. It was a teasing sort, because Wes figured that he and Sam would never be friends, but they would help each other out. He was not about to let another hunter die, but it was the other hunter's own fault that he got into that situation in the first place. And even though he would not let Sam get killed, it didn't mean that he couldn't tease him into doing better next time, into being more careful, not letting his ego do the killing. Wes rolled his eyes, knowing that Samuel would never admit to Wes saving him. That man had too much pride, and one day it would cost him. "Right, I'm a laugh and I didn't do anything heroic. Whatever you say mate." Wes said with a sarcastic laugh, stepping closer to the guy to slap him on the shoulder before moving back to lean against the wall of the alleyway, hands in pockets.

Wes grinned, "Mhm and next time I see you dying I'll just mind my own bussiness." But his grin was soon replaced by a look of sheer expressionless. Sure Sam had caught him out. But he refused to say anything about it. He just hoped that Sam would take his stony expression as offense to him as a human and as a hunter. Because Wes knew that his views had differentiated. From the night that he had met Alix, she had been there. When he killed the murderers that killed his familly, when he was scarred for life, the three marks on his face that were left by the immortal were proof of that night with Alix. The night that he did not kill her, and had only attempted to once or twice. No one knew. He hoped that no one knew, because he knew that living it down would be impossible. And it bothered him. It bothered him that Sam was talking about it, that Wes hated lying, but it was a must. He didn't want any hunter to think any less of him as one.

"No there isn't anything I'm not telling you Holbrook, and I'll kill the son of a bitch that spread that rumour." His tone was harsh, and the huge grin on Sam's face had Westley's blood boiling under his skin. Right now, Wes sounded offended that anyone could start anything like that about him. Someone who hated and loathed anything supernatural, good or bad. Someone that thought they shouldn't even exist, should only be a part of myths and legends. Right now, Wes felt really annoyed. That hunter could get right under his skin, and as cocky as Wes had been, he didn't appreciate the fact that Sam had to return the favour. It sucked, but it was inevitable that in the world of hunters and hunting, it was what goes around comes around. Westley watched as Sam used his lighter to light up the vampire in several places, Wes's blue eyes focused on the flames licking the skin of the leech, the stench int eh air almost too much to bear because it brought back memories of that night with Alix, the warehouse that had been on fire. It all came back to him. He shook it off, and stood up straighter, thinking that if the guy said another thing to piss him off, Wes would punch him. No hesitation.

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