Ethan Godfrey (thearrowhead) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-01-29 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ethan godfrey, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
The Crash Course
Who: Ethan Godfrey & Rachelle
Where: The streets & then a random church
When: Monday, January 25th (backdated)
Once Ethan was settled fully in Los Angeles, he sought out old friends of the Inquisition, which led him to one of the many churches in the city. The priest, and friend, had been very kind in allowing Ethan to store his weapons and provide lodging for him during his stay. As night fell, the hunter geared up and bounded down the steps of the church and into the night.
Nobody would ever confuse Rachelle with a churchgoing person. Ever. But she felt the need to say a prayer or two tonight. Hoping for some kind of guidance in whether or not to trust Neely again. She felt like an idiot, and after a few minutes, got up to leave. "Man... screw this." She mumbled to herself as she pulled herself out of the otherwise empty pew, and pulled the hood of her Colts sweatshirt over her head, stuffed her hands in her jeans pockets, and headed out.
Ethan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, surveying the streets as a few people that passed him by eyed the quiver of arrows and the compound bow slung over his shoulder. He ignored the stares and looks, watching the area for enemies and heard footsteps behind him, turning to see Rachelle descend the steps. When the girl reached the bottom, Ethan's attention had returned to the street as he said, "A bit unusal for someone your age to be in church at this hour."
She just raised a brow, crossing her arms over her breasts and not missing a beat. "Bit unusual for an Ollie Queen wannabe to be hanging around a church like he's The Crow or something."
A chuckle came forth at the mention of The Green Arrow and The Crow. "Not particularly a fan of The Crow." Ethan glanced at Rachelle, "I prefer Oliver Queen's method of justice much more. Less bloody." A crooked grin curved his lips, which quickly disappeared when Ethan noticed a trio of vampire's heading their way, eying Rachelle. Either they were incredibly stupid, as Ethan was clearly armed, or they cared not at all. "Perhaps you'd like an escort home?"
"Dude... you really think the crackheads over there are gonna hurt us?" She jerked a thumb toward the vampires, not really getting a good enough look to see what they are.
"Ah, in a word? Yes." Ethan, despite the situation, still had his manners and stepped aside for Rachelle, "After you, little miss, if you please. Down the alley on your left." He followed after her, quickly, turning to the mouth of the alley once they were down it. With practiced skill, Ethan had the compound bow up and aimed as he said a prayer, "Save me, O God, by They name, and vindicate my by Thy power. Hear my prayer, O God; Give ear to the words of my mouth. For strangers have risen against me, and violent men have sought my life; They have not set God before them." Just as Ethan finished, the vampires ducked into the alley. The head vampire cackled, yellow eyes blazing as his comrades changed their features, one of them meeting the point of an arrow as the hunter let it loose.
"Holy shit, dude! What the hell's with his face?" Rachelle screamed as she pointed at the vampires. Then? The first one dusted. And she felt her eyes go wider. "Seriously... WHAT THE FUCK?"
Ethan ignored Rachelle's exclamations, letting another arrow loose that planted squarely in the next vampire, dusting him. The hunter let no time to spare, aiming the last arrow at the lead vampire, killing him. Finally, Ethan answered her as he picked up his arrows, "These men, were vampires." He looked up from his crouched position on the ground after examining of his arrows, "Had I not been here, you would be dead or worse." Ethan stood, muttering another prayer he usually said after dispensing with vampires. "May their souls finally know peace." Green eyes glanced to the girl, "Are you alright?"
"Alright? ALRIGHT?" She looked at him, wide-eyed, and it was actually kind of cute, how mortified she appeared. "Dude!!! VAMPIRES? Seriously?"
A brow quirked at Rachelle's little display, his signature crooked grin appearing on his face, "You know...breathing would help. And yes, for many centuries now." Ethan looked at Rachelle critically, "Perhaps I should accompany you safely home."
"How... why... what... I mean... is... ok, hah hah hah. I get it. This is one of those practical joke shows. You got me. Where's Dracula and Lestat now? Seriously, who are you?" She blinked at him, all deer-in-headlights.
Ethan had got up to the mouth of the alley, peeking out of it to see if the trio had any friends playing look out, but it appeared as if all was well for the time being. As he watched, he shook his head, "Ah, no...not a show on the telly, I'm afraid." He turned to look at Rachelle over his shoulder, flashing her that grin, "Dracula is off being an idiot and Lestat? Well, that fellow is nothing more than a fictional character." He turned his attention back to the streets, "A rather horrid one, might I add." Moving back to her, Ethan offered his hand to Rachelle, "Ethan Godfrey."
She took his hand, more a show of instinct than anything, as she looked practically comatose. "I... you're serious. Vampires are real. And I... you... they..."
"Yes, quite serious," Ethan said with a little chuckle and then sobered at Rachelle's reaction, "Perhaps we should go back inside. The church has a kitchen in the back and you look like you need a meal and beverage." Again, the hunter stepped aside to let Rachelle by, "After you, little miss."
"I've already been there once today. Another time and lightning might hit me and HOLY FUCK did you actually say Dracula's real too?" Yep. That JUST hit her.
Ethan chuckled as he passed her, "Not a church going girl, are you?" He turned, walking backward out of the alley and while saying a little firmly, "Mind your language, please." The hunter then crooked a finger at her, indicating the coast was clear. Well, of vampires at least.
"We just saw vampires, and you're concerned with my cussing?" She asked incredulously, blinking rapidly. "What ARE you?"
The hunter started down the sidewalk again, heading back toward the church, "I am a man who's job it is to protect those who cannot protect themselves."
"But... I mean..." she sat down, too shocked to do anything. She needed to process this. "How... how did I not know about this? I mean, how is this shit not everywhere?"
Ethan turned back to Rachelle to answer her and found her sitting. Looking around, the hunter got the girl back on her feet, "Trust me, little miss, we do not want to be lounging around outside. Come along." Ethan guided her back to the church and into the kitchen.
"Dude. I can't believe this. How... what ELSE didn’t anyone ever tell me about? Is Frankenstein or the Wolfman gonna come after me next?" She just kept blinking, wondering if she ate something bad. "The Mummy maybe?"
Ethan had set his gear on the table that Rachelle sat at and started making them a sandwich, ham and cheese. A small, amused smile curved his lips, "I really don't think you're ready for the crash course." Getting out two glasses, Ethan poured them each a glass of milk, setting a plate and glass in front of Rachelle and took a seat across from her.
"The crash course? Dude! VAMPIRES just tried to kill me! I really don't think anything you can tell me now is gonna get me any more or less freaked the hell out than I am right now!" She just looked at him incredulously, as if she'd just appeared in some new world.
The hunter had taken a bite of his sandwich, setting it aside as he chewed and then washed it down with a gulp of milk. Ethan looked at her, studying those wide doe-like eyes and then shrugged, "Alright, you have questions. Go ahead and ask them." He smiled reassuringly.
"What else is out there? I mean, those.. those vampires, are they all there is?" Vomit? Being held back as we speak, thanksabunch.
"Vampires, lycanthropes, witches, demons." He paused looking at her again, "...They are all real."
"You gotta be shittin' me, man..." She just leaned against the wall, swallowing as she felt her throat goign VERY dry. "I mean... how... how does someone go their whole life thinking somethin's make-believe, only to find out after 21 years that it's all real?"
Ethan murmured a reply, "Most go their whole lives thinking it's all make-believe." The hunter pushed the glass and plate with the ham and cheese sandwich toward her a little more, "You should eat and drink something. You'll feel better, trust me." He smiled a little, sipping from his glass of milk before taking another bite of his sandwich.
"I am so ready to throw up right now, dude... I mean, how do we get away from them? We cant just fight them all the time, right?" God bless her, Rachelle was TRYING to make some sense of all this.
"Generalizing won't help you. In the case of our bloodsucking friends this evening," He gestured to a window outside, "You're fine during the day. I highly suggest you stay indoors most nights, stick to crowded places, don't leave somewhere with a stranger, and don't invite people you don't know into your home."
"Wait, so they seriously can't come in your house if you don’t invite them? What about garlic, and holy water, all that jazz... is that real too?" She asked, running her fingers through her hair as she tried not to get too frazzled.
"There is an exception. They cannot enter a place where someone has made their home there, public places like a library or some such place, are the exception." Ethan drained the last of the milk from the glass and polished off the sandwich before answering her other questions, giving her time to process the knowledge he'd given her, "A stake through the heart is most effective along with beheading them. Garlic and holy water are lovely deterrents, but don't do much otherwise."
"Jesus Christ." She caught herself and gave an apologetic shrug. "No offense. Ugggh... I... I think I should go home. This... this is a lot to think about."
"Yes, it is." Ethan could agree with her on that. Knowing about the supernatural was never an easy burden to carry and stood. Carrying his empty glass and plate to the sink, he put syran wrap over the plate that Rachelle hadn't touched along with the milk back in the carton. "Let me give you something before I escort you home." Crooking a finger, Ethan led Rachelle back into the church and then disappeared somewhere and soon returned with a necklace, a cross dangling from it. "Take this, it'll help." Pressing it into her hand, Ethan smiled a little at her, "Come, let's get you home."
She blushed a little as she took the cross. "You know, this is about the nicest a guy's ever been to me. Not used to chivalry."
"Kindness always goes a long way." Retrieving his things from the kitchen, Ethan returned and realized, "I don't believe I have the pleasure of knowing your name." He chuckled, shaking his head at himself. And Rachelle had just spoken of chivalry to him.
"Oh. Wow." She just stared, gape-jawed, as she was more used to the guys she knew that hooted and hollered with beer and wings at sports bars. "Um... I'm Rachelle."
The hunter offered her his hand and a smile, "It's a pleasure, Rachelle. I'm Ethan and you are welcome here any time." He added, "Day or night."
"Well then. My hero." She said with a smirk, as if trying to juuuuust go back to life as normal. Pretend it never happened. Granted, she'd never be able to do that again, but for now? A blessing.
"Please," He raised a hand in protest, shaking his head, "I merely doing my job." Ethan cleared his throat, looking away, never really getting used to the extra attention when someone thanked him for his help. It was his duty to protect those that couldn't protect themselves.
"Oh, look at this... next thing you know you'll be laying your jacket over a rain puddle for me." She giggled, kinda loving the attention though. It took the brutal sting out of what she'd just witnessed, and made the entire thing so much more surreal.
"Perhaps," He said with a chuckle, looking down at his hands, not really sure how to proceed. While Ethan knew varous different ways to kill a vampire, the hunter was next to clueless about the ways of women despite his brief...affair...with Irene seven years ago.
Erin: "Perhaps," He said with a chuckle, looking down at his hands, not really sure how to proceed. While Ethan knew various different ways to kill a vampire, the hunter was next to clueless about the ways of women despite his brief...affair...with Irene seven years ago.
"Dude. Are... are you getting all embarrassed?" She asked, simply flabbergasted. how did someone kill fucking VAMPIRES and then get all antsy when a girl flirted? "Ok. Now THAT might be the cutest shit EVER right there."
Ethan cleared his throat, looking away as the faintest color touched his cheeks. The hunter let out a nervous chuckle, "I, er...believe you said you wanted to go home, yes?" He looked back at Rachelle.
"Yeah, yeah... c'mon. I'll show you the way." She led him out, shaking her head as she mumbled to herself. "Vampires... un-fucking-believable..."