Katherine Williams (kitty_fangs) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2020-08-09 03:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine williams, noah restic |
Who: Katherine/Noah
What: When someone wants payback, Katherine is sent a message.
Where: Las Vegas.
Rating: Abduction-related trigger warnings.
It could be relatively easy to hire a killer. It was no longer even a matter of having to find a gang member or drug dealer to find the right contact, since the Internet had entered such widespread public use. Now even truly skilled professionals could be located by anyone willing to pay for their grim services and follow the instructions.
But in a world of literal horrors from beyond, sometimes it wasn't about merely killing. Sometimes it was about wanting to hire someone who could promise a truly terrifying impact. Someone capable of either scaring a target into compliance, in a way no ordinary human being could or, alternatively, disposing of them in such a way that, once those linked to them heard about it, they wouldn't dare risk being the next in line.
It was something Katherine Williams had found a talent for. Had started over a century ago and, like any valuable skill set, if you could get paid to use it, why not? But it was also a field where a healthy sense of paranoia was beneficial. Physical meetings, especially with a new client, were not something she had any intention of wandering into without taking precautions.
Somewhere crowded, in public view, for one. Concealed weaponry was another, just in case things went South. It paid to operate under an assumption that the authorities, themselves, might have discovered something and tracked her down.
A handgun, Kubotan, switchblade; even her belt concealed a length of steel cord able to break a window, of needed. They were all things she could hide away from sight and employ at a moment's notice.
What she wasn't prepared to react to, as she looked around the surrounding mass of pedestrians, was feeling the tiniest little scratch to the back of a hand. Hardly even noticed it, at first. It was the smallest sensation and the undead brunette rubbed it in an absent minded fashion, still looking around for her contact.
Noticed one guy briefly looking her way, but he was heading in the wrong direction, away from her.
Why was she... Feeling so...
Shit.
Eyelids fluttered, head swam and the vampiress caught her balance in the nick of time. Had to move out, needed to get... To... Had figured out, just seconds later, what the connection had been. Hardly even mattered whether the administered substance had been chemical or magical, because her legs were, again, buckling.
Tried to shout out for help, almost mindlessly. Something, just to make sure a crowd of strangers surrounded and encircled her. She could use that. If all else failed, could try lashing out and eating one, in the vague hope a transfusion of the red stuff might slow down the effects of whatever was in her system.
But even the vocal strength just wasn't there. It died her throat and the vampire looked dead ahead, falling to the ground in the streets of Las Vegas.
And the world went black.