i play for keeps, 'cause i might not make it back Who: Carter & Mercy Where: Back alley in Scarlet Oak When: Night
With the sleeve of her jacket pulled down over her hand, Mercy rolled the lone round she’d just removed from its magazine about in her palm. By her reckoning every ounce of it was silver, and that was just figuring the previous owner wasn’t smart enough to have put gold in there too. Time was they’d’ve had a wooden core. ‘Sundowner bullets’ her daddy used to call them -- something the hunter had never understood, since even as a kid she’d been taught the sun didn’t necessarily have aught to do with anything. Pressing the bullet back into its clip with her covered palm, she turned her back on the boys leaving the bar cussing. Even though one of them did have a damn neat hole cut into his backpack if she was gonna be saying so herself. Which she would, ‘cause no one was around to do it for her. Hey, just because a hunter wasn’t on her ‘radar’ or whatever (well, he was now) it had never meant that she couldn’t go on and pick his pockets for ammunition she reckoned she would put to much better use.
As she drifted away from the populace in general -- hunting grounds for vampires made better hunting ground for... well, her -- she began to bring into play the gifts she died with. Her papa wasn’t one to think it natural for vampires to be having a pulse, body temperature or any of that stuff. His drawl turned the word into ‘vampers’ and made his bitching funny more than anything else, though. Mercy was more than happy to paint herself the human, take a deep breath and colour her cheeks. It was something she almost never bothered with, but the people of this town stared too much when a vampire was in the room. Too much shit had gone down since May people saw too much, thought they knew enough to get them by. She’d only been there waiting for the right person to walk past the door -- or close enough to the building him.
A-positive, human, hunter. Not that the last one was a scent, exactly.
Despite the fact the rain was impeding her sense of smell she had remained at a safe stalker’s distance, not wanting him to spot her. Everything was so much easier when she could just ghost in and end their lives. An outright grin was suppressed when she spied him turn into an alley. Thumbing the safety tab off the holster at her right hip, she touched the second gun for reassurance. This boy wasn’t getting away from her. Gripping hold of the brickwork with one hand, Mercy swung into the alley without a moment’s thought to whether or not she was about to hit a massive silver blade or something equally nasty. It was something that occurred to her the moment after, but by then she was already opening her mouth to speak.
With an air of someone who was honestly pleased to see him and would never on God’s green earth dream of pulling out his ribs, she sagged with relief. “Damn, boy, I’ve been lookin’ for you all over town.” She almost sounded like she was gonna add that his mother was asking for him. It was never any fun when it turned out they had no parents, though. So she went the other way and pretended confusion. Well, it was genuine, really. “The fuck you doing back here?” If there was a fanger chewing on someone’s neck -- Likely. -- she wished them good luck and then hoped she was in no way affiliated with them.