cullingsong (cullingsong) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2011-12-25 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau, olivia hamilton |
Intended for a Liv cameo, but I'm up for whatever.
The primary reason he was commisioned to work on occasion for the was the upbringing he would have preferred to forget. Hunters tended to be a superstitious, guarded lot, even most modern-day branches. They tended to work either solo, as his estranged sister did, or more commonly in tight-knit communities. There were those few who would work for hire, but most were amatuer. The true Hunter saw it as his duty to destroy those who had been turned. While their work was not generally a threat to the Veil, and therefore not a concern of those whose task it was to protect it, they were certainly within the realm of entities to be watched.
Having been raised to those ancient ideals, even if he had rejected them, Christopher Moreau often had insight as to what response any given event would trigger among those Hunters, and it was his job to keep an eye on those situations that might threaten the peace for vampires under Agency protection. He instructed them on what to watch for and other things they might need to know. It was a safe enough, as much as any job dealing with predatory species could be, until an actual situation -did- arise.
Tonight, he'd gotten a call and he had gone to investigate. The area was residential, quiet at this time of night, and the house he approached carefully was on the market. It happened to be beside the home of a vampire who had proven themselves content to integrate into society, or so he was told. The fact that the human had let themselves be seen casing the house suggested it was not, in fact, a Hunter... Or if it was, it was one without much experience.
Still, he had his job to do. Soft, intentional steps brought him around the side of the house, calm eyes, the usual pale sky blue darkened to azure in the shadows, regarding a door left carelessly ajar. It seemed less and less worth his time--teenagers, probably, bored on the weekend. Nonetheless, he exercised care in working his way inside, easing toward a scuffling sound in the main room. What he saw there did surprise him. There was a hunter after all, young though, too young to be out on their own, no doubt trying to prove something--but the boy's weapon had clattered to the floor and he was pinned up against a wall roughly, bruised and afraid, by a female--perhaps the vampire who had made the call became tired of waiting. The scent of familiar perfume hit him as he stepped into the room, silent, causing him to stop for a moment. The boy was at an angle to see him, though, there was no avoiding that, and that was what gave him away.
He spoke softly, a gentle demand but a demand nonetheless, as the creature began to turn, letting the boy sag to the ground and scra"mble for the front door. "Let him leave."
His own hand was on his weapon, though it remained holstered against his side and under a light jacket. The room was dark, and he didn't have the sight his potential opponent did, so he couldn't make out her face. He stood ready, waiting for her to make that first move, to indicate if there would be a fight or not.