SCENARIO: Supernatural Creature Day WHO: Faerie!Rae and vampire!Elliot WHAT: Trapped and waiting out the hunter that's chasing them both. WHERE: The basement of an abandoned building in the warehouse district. WHEN: AU, April 18th, 2019. RATING: TBD/Medium for vampires and stuff. STATUS: In progress.
He'd been chasing her around this part of town for hours. It was her own fault; the big, burly hunter had caught sight of her taking a breather from the illusion she cast on herself daily to hide her wings. She'd thought she was hidden. The dark alley didn't seem like a place for a hunter to check; most creatures didn't dare show themselves in any sort of public setting. But as usual, Rae's luck betrayed her and he showed up.
Flight was exhausting when you were trying to lift human weight on butterfly wings. Getting up onto the roof of the warehouse to evade the hunter had taken practically all of Rae's strength, but she'd somehow managed to get from there to the bottom floor of the abandoned, dingy-looking, men's clothing warehouse and hole up inside the basement, behind the hefty door. There had been no immediate sunlight, the small windows that lined the walls were almost completely caked over with dirt and dust. But she'd wiped one clean, making a face at the dirt on the sleeve of her favorite yellow sweater-dress. She sincerely hoped it came out, because tailoring clothes was frustrating enough, without having to do it more times than necessary.
She relaxed a little at the fact that she could stop illusioning herself again, and glanced over her shoulder as the pair of sun-yellow and black butterfly wings re-appeared, as well as the tiny slits she'd cut in the back of the sweater-dress for them. She turned her illusion attention on the window instead, making them appear muddied and opaque to anyone looking in from the outside. The hunter wouldn't be able to see her, and hopefully he wouldn't try check down there. She could hide for as long as she needed to.
Just in case... she thought, walking up to a heavy-looking shelf beside the door and started trying to push it. Damn it... she thought. It wasn't moving.
Her exhausted body tensed a little bit once more, and she set about looking around the room for something she could sit down on. Just to rest her weary body a little bit more. Then she'd try to push the shelf again.
A frustrated sound escaped after she canvased the area and didn't find anything. Weren't there supposed to be endless supplies in these old warehouses? Matters were made worse by the fact that she could hear the frustrated hunter still searching about outside, mumbling something about a "lucky bitch fairy" and a "clever fucking vampire" hiding here somewhere.