carter bennett ( human ) . (solepurpose) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-09 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-22, carter, satu |
both sides colliding with the concrete and rain.
Who: Carter and Satu.
Where: The baseball field.
When: Early evening.
Over the years Carter had developed a system: whenever he arrived in a new town or city or village he scoped out the possible hunting grounds of vampires and demons, anywhere they might track prey after the sun went down and the shadows stretched long and wide enough for them to make their move without having to worry so much about being caught in the act. Parks were the most common location, regardless of size, though in his time Carter had checked out parking garages, town squares, memorials, and much like today, sports fields. The baseball field was mostly wide open space, there wasn’t much shelter, certainly not throughout the centre, but there were enough trees and bushes around the edge that it wasn’t outside the realms of possibility for a supernatural to consider this a decent hunting ground, especially with the big stretch of ground across which they could give chase. Vampires and demons enjoyed the chase in his experience, there were some who lived for it, plenty who’d been caught out by him and others in his family because of their love for it. It wasn’t his specialty but sometimes there was no method more certain than playing the part of hapless mortal -- and therefore victim -- and tempting them into chasing you. After that it was all a matter of turning the tables and landing the killing blow.
Carter’s attention, as he walked along the edge of the field, was on the foliage, picking out all the potential spaces a vampire or demon might lie in wait for someone to happen along. Even at this distance he heard the unmistakable sound of a bat hitting a ball and he knew better than to ignore sharp sounds. It was a good thing he didn’t, the only thing that saved him from getting struck by the fast-flying ball was that training and his quick reflexes. Carter not only stopped his forward momentum but backtracked, taking a decent-sized step back so the ball flew past him and right into the trunk of the tree he’d been passing at the time.
Quickly enough he picked out the figure responsible for the hit and for a few seconds he just watched them. She was a fair distance off but even from where he stood he could make her out, a young blonde barely in her teens -- if that -- with a bat in her hands. Perhaps she hadn’t been aiming for him. Perhaps she had. Carter knew better than to rule anything out and instead he snatched up the ball from where it had come to rest and made his way across the field to return it to her. Whether or not it had been intentionally aimed at him didn’t matter for the time being, he still intended to save her the trouble of jogging across the field to reclaim the baseball. Carter had been raised with good manners, after all, amidst all the self-defence and weaponry training.