Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-25 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-05, missy, nikita |
You're the part of me that I don't wanna see
Who: Missy, Nikita, some grunts (NPCs)
Where: Back alley
When: Later evening
Warning: Violence and all that lovely stuff
The weekends were always a bit of a drag for a news reporter who did most all of her stories during the week. At least it meant she could get some good walking time in, which was really just another way of saying that Missy was looking for something to do. Preferably something that ended with a fully dead vampire at her feet. That one from the rally, the innocent looking blond who had dared to flash his fangs, she was pretty sure he was long gone. Did she even know his name? No, names did not matter. She just did the job and moved on, content with knowing that there was one less blood-sucker out ruining someone else's life.
Rolling her shoulders and brushing her hair back - it was getting damp from the drizzle and she was starting to wish she had brought a ponytail holder - Missy reached up and wound her fingers into the long silver chain necklace she always wore on her hunts. If it came down to it then pressing that to a vampire usually caused enough pain to give her a few extra seconds. Extra precautions had never -
The hunter stopped, tilting her head to the side at the sound of steps up the alley. After glancing around and ensuring that it was indeed empty, at least the rain was good for something, Missy stepped into the alley and slid into the shadows of a dumpster. Ugh, that's the worst thing I've ever smelled. Bringing a hand up to cover her nose, she tried to shake the smell off as she peered carefully around the edge to try and see where the voices were coming from. Sure, it could be some innocent or not-so-innocent human deal but her instincts tingled. Something was up and there had been a brief moment when she thought that maybe she recognized that accent. Please let it be anyone but... A glimpse of short, dark hair and a rather lovely frame... Bloody hell why is she everywhere?! Missy's hand slipped away from her chain and down to the gun resting at the small of her back. There were others with Nikita and she had no doubts that they were vampires too.
And one thing she definitely remembered - Nikita was not the best shot. And yet, with a shot right there in front of her, Missy did not take it. Her gun was in hand though, ready. Just in case. Because if Nikita saw her then she knew the vampire would try to shoot her. Again. Missy could not even convince herself that she would be able to squeeze the trigger if it was Nikita's head on the other end.