falls apart (narrative) Who: Hugh Davis and Night World thugs! When: 5/18 Where: California What: Hugh gets captured and sent to a human encampment.
Things weren't great, but Hugh still had a positive outlook. Things were okay. Things would get better, in this life or next. He knew he was fortunate to have such a long view in terms of history, but it gave him enough perspective to realize that some things took time.
And between being an Old Soul and having a sort-of fake owner with Raven, he assumed things wouldn't get worse. He continued to work for Daybreak, and the worse that would happen would be death. It was not the most terrifying prospect for an Awakened Old Soul.
The thought of a human camp hadn't entered his mind, and he didn't like the thought of it.
It was a normal night, and sometimes the Night World sent people around to catch any homeless humans and put them somewhere that they'd serve some use--a camp to do trivial labor, serve as vampire food, any sort of thing. Hugh's heart went out to those people. He didn't think his body was going to go there, too.
"Hey!" Hugh's limping steps stopped when he heard a call, and he turned towards the voice. It wasn't like he could outrun trouble anyway.
"What are you doing out here by yourself, human?"
"Old Soul," he corrected quickly, but the distinction didn't seem to matter to the two people approaching him. One was definitely a vampire--his fangs were already out--but Hugh wasn't sure what type of creature the other one was. He tensed, but he continued to speak, "I was just going out for a walk, I'm free legally--"
Faster than he could see, the vampire backhanded him. His weak leg gave with the force, but the other creature grabbed his left arm and kept him off the ground.
"Let me go, I'm with a vampire. Raven Mandril, and she'll--"
The vampire grabbed his throat to cut off his words. "She shouldn't let you out on your own. That'll teach her to lose her property."
Hugh clawed at the hand around his neck, struggled, but the vampire only grabbed tighter. "Got to bring in some new blood to the camps. She needs someone, she can get herself another. One without a limp. He should make good food anyway. Get the van, Canis."
Wolf. Was the last thing Hugh thought before he passed out. He wasn't usually one to be bitter, but the realization got a very annoyed 'figures'.