Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Carter (and NPCs).
Where: Outside town, about a twenty minute drive from Scarlet Oak.
When: Late night.

When Carter had been younger his family had spent a lot of time together. Training, practising, sharpening skills that would save not only their own lives but those of any number of potential victims. They hadn’t taken holidays together in the traditional sense but they had gone camping. Knowing how to fend for yourself when you didn’t have a lot to work with was a vital part of being a hunter and Carter had gone on to become an incredibly resourceful individual, not only when it came to fending for himself in the day to day but in a fight. That resourcefulness had saved his life more times than he could count, it had saved countless others as well, and he was thankful for it. The memories of those trips, unconventional as family trips as they might have seemed to everyone else in the world, were some of his fondest. With so many of them all gathered together it had not only helped to bond them as a family but it had highlighted habits and individual traits in every single one of them.

Lainey had liked to stay close to the fire, illuminated by the flames. Colin and Andrew would stay back from it, exploring their surroundings with the kind of inquisitiveness their parents had tried to warn them might one day lead them right into trouble. For his part, Carter had come to enjoy seeking higher ground, namely the bonnet or roof of one of the vehicles they had taken on the trip. Every now and then, well into his adult life, he caught himself mimicking that behaviour from his youth, especially when he was making contact with those still living.

As he agilely made his way first up onto the bonnet of his vehicle and then the roof, sitting himself down on the top of the SUV, Carter withdrew the phone from its place in his pocket. It was a burner, disposable, meant for one use only. The number he called would redirect several times before connecting directly with the source he intended to reach. They couldn’t be too careful. They never knew how many of the monsters they hunted might be looking for any one of them and Rebecca Bennett was close to the top of most of those lists if she didn’t outright claim the number one slot. Carter wasn’t going to take chances with the lives of any of his family but his mother had done what so few Bennetts had managed to do. She had survived. Not only that she had done so with grace and dignity, with a sense of deeply-rooted responsibility that had seen her taking in all of those children whose parents had been slaughtered or stolen away by the vampires and demons they had sought to destroy. Those children, Carter’s nephews and nieces, were in Rebecca’s care now, they would receive her tutelage just as he and all of his siblings had. The next generation of the Bennett family were in her hands. ( Carter would not take that lightly. )