Sammy Whaley (understands) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-02-13 15:39:00 |
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It had been a while since Sammy had gone out for a night of hunting. She was almost ashamed to admit that she had been itching for it. Not so much the killing parts, but the fighting parts; those had always managed to make her feel better when she was at her worst. Sammy would be the first to advocate non-violent solutions to problems, but she couldn’t deny how good it made her feel when she was landing punches on an unsuspecting vampire. She had decided not to change after-school which might have been a bad choice given the alarming color of her pants. Her entire strategy for hunting, the one that her grandmother had passed down to her mother who had in turn passed down to her, was one of stealth. Her family was comprised of humans, weak humans who couldn’t take more than a few blows from a powerful vampire before it became deadly. The element of surprise was her best weapon, along with quick reflexes and lots of ammo. Her mother would no doubt demand that she change into something less bright and more easily cleaned, but that would require Sammy going home. Going home meant dealing with her dad and there was no way he would let her out of the house if he knew what she had planned for tonight. The topic of hunting seemed to be the only thing that would break him out of his stupor. He was adamant that he wouldn’t lose his daughter in the same way that he lost his wife; she was adamant that her mother had believed too much in what they did for her to stop now. Sammy reached under the back of her jacket as she readjusted the gun tucked into her pants. She was thankful for the cool night because it meant that wearing her large leather jacket was necessary, which in turn meant that she didn’t have to worry about the weapon being so glaringly obvious. Her other weapons were more easily hidden; like the knife strapped to her ankle or the silver knuckles tucked into her front pocket. She had practiced pulling them out a thousand times, so much so that she could grab and use them in one fluid motion. The streets were quiet after dark; not completely dead, of course, but quieter than they were during the day. There were far too many citizens of Scarlet Oak that were much more active in the late night hours for it to be deathly silent. Sammy didn’t really have a plan for the evening, aside from walking through the streets and hoping that something would catch her eye. She had learned through experience that a young girl like her was a treat hard to pass up for some vampires; if she had any idea what her fae and psychic blood would do to them, Sammy would have been convinced even further of that fact. “Any minute now, I’m sure.” Or at least that was what she told herself. She would really hate to stay up all night and arrive at school tomorrow exhausted for no other reason than because she had walked through the streets of Scarlet Oak for hours on end. |