Post by Danielle Maiker on Sept 21, 2010 22:07:46 GMT -5
New York City at night is an incredible sight. Lights and nightclubs breed at the center and grow out, fading as they hit the seedier bits of town. That was New York, attractive, but dangerous. It may not be as shiny as Vegas, but it certainly attracts people, sometimes not the best kinds either.
Danielle, however, was not one of them. She was skirting through the back allies with a certain sense of disgust about her. The city was a lot different when you could smell every little trail of rat urine and old drunken bum. If she hadn’t been hunting some supernatural critters, Danny wouldn’t have been caught dead within a hundred miles of this place. Only a few people bothered her along the way, but one well placed punch in a rather insistent man’s face seemed to scare them all off. Maybe it had something to do with her immediately knocking him out and proceeding to be very pissed.
She’d been chasing these vampires through two states already and picking them off one by one was a pain in the ass. She’d killed two already and there were three left. The moment she’d started chasing them, they’d laid low, taken fewer victims. Thankfully, they hadn’t “multiplied” yet. Of course, that might have changed now that they thought they could be anonymous in this filthy city. God, she hoped not. She was seriously getting tired of this whole cat and mouse thing…or was it dog and cat? Dog and bat?
Eh, whatever it was, no other hunter had yet managed to pick up their trail and she knew that she couldn’t let innocent people die. Murder was commonplace here and it was less likely to draw the attention of another hunter. So even if it was annoying and tiresome and keeping her from other hunts, she had to finish it. With any luck, she’d be able to end it here. Maybe they wouldn’t run while she picked them off? If she was lucky, they’d assume the city could cover them well enough, but then they knew she wasn’t human. It was in her scent just as much as their blood sucking was in theirs. She probably wasn’t going to get lucky. No, not that kind of lucky! You pervert.
Shifting her backpack to one shoulder, Brie reluctantly took in a whiff of air. She felt the hair along her spine rise in anticipation. So they’d gone into a night club, eh? Ugh. Noise and lights and sweat…and alcohol. Alright, so it wasn’t all bad, but she never really drunk that much. Still, she needed to go in there, catch sight of them and follow them out. The club seemed big enough to support her sneaky spy plan, but she had no doubt it would feel pretty cramped (or cozy) in there.
Stashing her pack behind a dumpster, she slid into something more presentable for a club (nice red tank top, tight jeans, the works), and walked around front. She flashed the bouncer a smile and he smiled back. “ID?” Oh come on. Did she really look under twenty-one? Still smiling, she reached into the pocket of her skintight jeans and pulled out a fake ID. It was a pity she didn’t have a real one, but at least her time with her adoptive parents had taught her how to make all kinds of fake ones, everything from FBI to a simple personal license. She had a million of ‘em in her pack behind that dumpster. For tonight, she’d chosen the name Katie Simpson. At least that would provide some amusing conversation with whatever scum tried to buy her a drink.
Sliding up to the bar, she ordered a simple beer. Smiling pleasantly, she thanked the bartender and turned to examine the room. It wasn’t much of a hunter hangout. There was no pool table, just a dance floor and a bar and few tables and booths for couples to smooch (and probably more) at. The place didn’t serve food beyond peanuts and it looked like there were as many people high as there were drunk; some were even both. It was the perfect place for a savy vampire to find prey, especially since their scent was disguised in all the human sweat. She could still feel them though and she wondered if they could sense her too.
God it was hot in there, hot and sexy. Seriously though, it was killer in here as far as the heat went. Couple that with music so loud it could give a worm a headache and all the sexy grinding going on, and you had one den of iniquity.
Danielle, however, was not one of them. She was skirting through the back allies with a certain sense of disgust about her. The city was a lot different when you could smell every little trail of rat urine and old drunken bum. If she hadn’t been hunting some supernatural critters, Danny wouldn’t have been caught dead within a hundred miles of this place. Only a few people bothered her along the way, but one well placed punch in a rather insistent man’s face seemed to scare them all off. Maybe it had something to do with her immediately knocking him out and proceeding to be very pissed.
She’d been chasing these vampires through two states already and picking them off one by one was a pain in the ass. She’d killed two already and there were three left. The moment she’d started chasing them, they’d laid low, taken fewer victims. Thankfully, they hadn’t “multiplied” yet. Of course, that might have changed now that they thought they could be anonymous in this filthy city. God, she hoped not. She was seriously getting tired of this whole cat and mouse thing…or was it dog and cat? Dog and bat?
Eh, whatever it was, no other hunter had yet managed to pick up their trail and she knew that she couldn’t let innocent people die. Murder was commonplace here and it was less likely to draw the attention of another hunter. So even if it was annoying and tiresome and keeping her from other hunts, she had to finish it. With any luck, she’d be able to end it here. Maybe they wouldn’t run while she picked them off? If she was lucky, they’d assume the city could cover them well enough, but then they knew she wasn’t human. It was in her scent just as much as their blood sucking was in theirs. She probably wasn’t going to get lucky. No, not that kind of lucky! You pervert.
Shifting her backpack to one shoulder, Brie reluctantly took in a whiff of air. She felt the hair along her spine rise in anticipation. So they’d gone into a night club, eh? Ugh. Noise and lights and sweat…and alcohol. Alright, so it wasn’t all bad, but she never really drunk that much. Still, she needed to go in there, catch sight of them and follow them out. The club seemed big enough to support her sneaky spy plan, but she had no doubt it would feel pretty cramped (or cozy) in there.
Stashing her pack behind a dumpster, she slid into something more presentable for a club (nice red tank top, tight jeans, the works), and walked around front. She flashed the bouncer a smile and he smiled back. “ID?” Oh come on. Did she really look under twenty-one? Still smiling, she reached into the pocket of her skintight jeans and pulled out a fake ID. It was a pity she didn’t have a real one, but at least her time with her adoptive parents had taught her how to make all kinds of fake ones, everything from FBI to a simple personal license. She had a million of ‘em in her pack behind that dumpster. For tonight, she’d chosen the name Katie Simpson. At least that would provide some amusing conversation with whatever scum tried to buy her a drink.
Sliding up to the bar, she ordered a simple beer. Smiling pleasantly, she thanked the bartender and turned to examine the room. It wasn’t much of a hunter hangout. There was no pool table, just a dance floor and a bar and few tables and booths for couples to smooch (and probably more) at. The place didn’t serve food beyond peanuts and it looked like there were as many people high as there were drunk; some were even both. It was the perfect place for a savy vampire to find prey, especially since their scent was disguised in all the human sweat. She could still feel them though and she wondered if they could sense her too.
God it was hot in there, hot and sexy. Seriously though, it was killer in here as far as the heat went. Couple that with music so loud it could give a worm a headache and all the sexy grinding going on, and you had one den of iniquity.