Selene (dealing_death) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-26 12:52:00 |
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Current music: | For Love of the Game: Pillar |
Who: Selene and OPEN
Where: Downtown LA
Why: This is what she does...really...
When: Evening
Status: Complete
Rating: Violence..so...R??
Wisps of air left her lips, rising up as thin ribbons of vapor into the late night hours of darkness. Reminiscent of a black snake her long hair was neatly pulled back, hanging down the back of her lengthy leather coat. Insipid, slight fingers curled roughly over the edge of the veranda carved from dark stone. No matter how many times she looked over the city it by no means felt like home. Home was Budapest. Its sinister streets, elderly architecture and harsh cold winters left a great deal to be desired from sunlit, phony Los Angeles.
Out roving the rooftops of LA Selene was looking for something to execute. Not hunt, she did not hunt, hunting implied there was room for failure. Selene did not fail. She, however, could not stay cooped up in the church waiting to be called to work while the waste of the city fed, fought and spread their disease.
Above the noise of the passing cars, over the chatter of mortals drifting on the streets, over the roar of the airplanes in the air above the city like blood pumping through a body, there was a steady heartbeat on the roof one floor up. Thump, thud. Thump, thud.
Wind cut throughout the streets and over the tops of the lofty buildings. It smelled of decay and car exhaust. Like a flag waving to the passersby below her coat snapped and waved in the wind. From her perch on the edge of the old stone balcony she listened vigilantly to the steadily pounding heart on the roof above her. Mysterious eyes gazed across the gap between this building and the next. The old Death Dealer was met by a pair of eyes, small and bright, staring at her through the windowpane. Rising leisurely she balanced on the shelf. Pressing her finger to her lips she signaled who ever was watching her to stay silent. Children, they were so easily won over. Jumping to seize the ledge above her Selene saw her audience nodding in agreement, with his tiny nose pushed against the glass.
For a split second she dangled from the edge of the roof. With all the agility of an Olympic gymnast Selene lifted her body up, flipping into a handstand. Glistening black latex caught the light as she lingered for a breath or two. Then like the hands of an aged clock she twisted, landing one foot at a time on the roof.
The roof was sprinkled with air conditioning units, access doors and additional obstacles that produced shadows and hiding places for whatever was there waiting. Selene sunk back into the shadows, slinking along looking for the cause of the heartbeat. When she found it a pleased smile spread across her face. The snapping jaws and razor sharp claws should not please her so. She should feel at least a slight bit of fear, should she not?
No. Nothing.
Selene was not always the epitome of grace when she fought. There was occasion that called for brute force, something more to the liking of a beast. Taking a bold step forward her slender arm wrapped around the neck of the dining monster. He stunk of blood, the sinew and bone fell from his jowls like rain. She held him in a tight headlock. In her arms the monster standing well over seven feet struggled and growled. But, not for long.
Stealing a page from her brutish cousins she pushed up, lifting hundreds of pounds of Lycan from the rooftop. With a growl from deep within her belly she flipped him over her head sending his massive body over the edge of the building. landing several stories below.
The steady thud, thud of his heart was much slower now and erratic following the loud crunch of bones upon the concrete. Once again she spotted those same curious eyes watching from across the alley. There was reason behind not taking more deadly action on the rooftop. Her audience was young. Blood and gore would have to wait for him in his teenaged years. With a wink from her shockingly white eyes she dropped from the roof into the blackness below.
Her landing was soft. Hardly a sound. Except for the last breath of air her crushing weight expelled from the belly of the monster when she landed upon his chest. A swift kick was delivered to his ribs as she stepped down, light on her feet, and walked away from the body. He couldn't possibly be alone. The Lycan she knew were pack hunters. Pushing her coat open she took out one of the weighty guns, the other hand lingered on the grip of the second prepared to draw it out at a moments notice.