Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-01-06 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-03, missy |
Bloody rain
Who: Missy and Rae
Where: The park
When: Laaaate night
Warning: Violence
Just because the weather was being a bad sport and trying to flood the place didn’t mean Rae was going to allow herself to be stuck indoors during the night. In fact, she was absolutely adamant it wasn’t. The solitary nature of walking in storms was appealing and it wasn’t as though she was particularly affected by the cold. Unaffected as she was, Rae took the opportunity to dress inappropriately - bothering herself with not drawing the attention of nearby humans was not on the agenda this evening. Dressing inappropriately did have its disadvantages, however, as she found her gladiators lost underneath layers of mud, and her cream coloured dress looking more than a little worse for wear. The park hadn’t been her best choice of destination.
Rain was one of those things that Missy did not really mind. Except for that part where it made things more difficult. At least she had worn her hiking boots so that her feet were not getting soaked. And tonight was the perfect night for a hunt if there were any vampires out since Kristen was at a sleepover. Granted, she was not fond of where exactly her little sister was staying but there was not a whole lot that she could say about it since she had admitted to herself that she trusted Nikita to keep her safe. Shrugging those thoughts off, along with batting the rain out of her eyes, Missy glanced around the park. She had decided that this was the best place to come and watching from a tree was a good way of going about it. Vampires tended to be just like humans in that they never looked up and the rain helped dampen scent. Like that one wandering through the mud, looking as though she had been unaware that she was going to be out in the rain. Missy rolled her eyes. At least, she thought that was a vampire. She gave off the vibe of one just in how she carried herself. An older one. Awesome, that fledgling had been no fun. Tapping her gun against her hand, Missy waited for her to come just a little closer. Or perhaps turn and flash those fangs so she could be certain of what she was looking at. Would not do to just shoot a human.
Rae drove her fingers through her hair, the soaked strands cutting into her line of sight. The weather did nothing to improve her paranoia - paranoia that any second an older, French vampire would step her way and do something incredibly inconvenient and potentially heart-- No, never heartbreaking. Not ever again.
A sniff. Not a sniff. She was not going to cry in the rain. She was not going to leave this dress blood stained as well as mud stained. That was too much. Jared would wonder what on earth she had been doing, bless his funny little heart. Slowing to a stop, Rae ran one hand down the opposite arm, scanning the immediate area. Eyes caught by the nearest bench - some fifty yards away - she allowed herself the luxury of moving a little quicker than your average human might, just to cover the distance and, though the weight would never really bother her feet, she sat. Then, though she knew she would never appreciate whatever she might look like in the rain, she pulled out a pocket mirror from her handbag, briefly checking her teeth for no more reason than she could. The mirror was away quickly - lonely wasn’t a colour believed she suited.
Missy was not sure if she had ever witnessed a vampire check their fangs. She was actually a little surprised by it and sat there, staring, before a particularly large drop of rain splashed down her neck. This was just too easy. Had she not been experienced when it came to vampire hunting then she would have questioned how easy this seemed. Nothing could be this easy. Except that - when it was - it would likely be offset by some strange ability the blasted power that the line possessed, another one would come along the moment she was about to make the kill or her next hunt would end with her having a bullet in her leg. Which still twinged just a little despite Naoki’s attentions. Probably being out in the rain had something to do with it. Thinking about an injury now is just idiotic. Come on, bullet through the head. Except at that distance she was unsure whether or not her first shot would be all that successful in going exactly where she wanted, what with the rain and all adding to the difficulty.
Dashing the water out of her eyes, Missy clicked the safety off and lifted the gun up. A click, recoil and small explosion of sound later and she spotted a blossom of blood - but not from the head. “Damnit,” she swore under her breath. Silver damaged vampires far more than anything else but it did not kill wherever it struck. She really, really needed to find something that did that. “Bloody fanger.” Literally now.
Rae had never deemed humans to be any kind of a threat and, having never had a real enemy out for her head before, had never consequently been shot. For several moments the vampire was unsure what was more disorientating, the spreading pain in her chest, or the sound of a gunshot going off so close by. She found herself coughing up blood and, though what breathing she did do was inessential, the more she tried to take a deep breath, the more blood that seemed to come up. She gathered herself, though, and drove herself off the bench. There was hair and rain in her eyes and she could not see, but Rae refused to die again out of sheer principal, and was therefore not going to sit around like some kind of unused clay pigeon. If anything she refused to die at the hands of a stranger, though lacked any ability to search for her attacker given her current state.
She moved in the direction of the nearest park gates - which were a good few hundred metres in a depressingly muddy direction - tearing off her heels as she ran. Really, Rae, you do set yourself up for these things. Deciding she wasn't moving fast enough, she dodged herself behind a tree, figuring that she had hopefully not gone in the direction her would-be killer was in. Her hair was in soaked rats-tails behind her head now, and her beautiful cream dress was red, brown and torn three ways to hell. She inspected her bullet hole. A bullet hole that seemed to be growing, and burning swiftly through her skin. Un-targeted as she had been the past century of her life, Rae knew silver when she felt it. She swore profusely under her breath, cursing the bastard to hell as soon as she lay hands on them, ripped a chunk of fabric from the bottom of her dress and, with the piece wrapped around her fingers, dug out the bullet with growing fury. She dropped it as soon as it was out and pressed herself against the tree. She was bleeding but at least she lacked a heartbeat, that would give her more time.
Rae glared through the rain at the nearest exit, but had changed her mind about trying to flee. This so and so had the audacity to ruin her dress (beyond repair!) and had even tried to kill her. She wasn’t leaving until somebody else was bleeding too. She looked up, scanning the tree she was hiding behind, and went to yank off a branch. After a few wrenches - it took more effort than it would have normally had, had she not been shot - it came away, thick and heavy. This git was going to have their pretty little head beaten in.
Yep, there went the vampire, running off and dodging behind a tree to try and throw her off the track. Predictable. Vampires either went straight for her throat - usually making the second shot the easier and therefore fatal one if the first did not succeed. The other thing they did was run away because they had no desire to die. Funny how the undead could be so attached to themselves and remaining their mocking version of alive. Was dying really so bad or frightening? Must be if they went and became this. Ugh, she’s a mess. And... had a tree branch in her hand. Oh, now that was not good. Vampires were bad enough when they had just their strength to contend with. Add a weapon into the equation and it was a completely different ballgame. One that Missy was not terribly interested in playing in.
Therefore she was staying in the tree. Just a little harder to get to her that way she hoped. Missy was not afraid of this bloody vampire but nor was she an idiot who thought she stood any sort of a chance against that tree branch. Unfortunately for her that also made it a lot harder to get any sort of a second shot off. Damnit damnit damnit. Treed herself. Well, there was a way to make it seem like she was somewhere else. A few deep breaths and she was focusing in on the area not far behind this vampire. Fae blood had its uses. Throwing her voice was something else entirely though, but little snaps like she was stepping was not. So it seemed like she was behind the vampire. Get her to look away. And maybe attempt to use that branch on something that it would not even affect. So long as whoever it was did not decide to rely on her sense of scent instead because there was nothing Missy could do about that.
Rae wasn’t so used to coming into contact with people with decent tactical strategies that also wanted her dead. Combat was not a strong point of hers and she was a lazy hunter, depending on the lack of true survival instinct in most humans in order to get what she wanted from them. Then there were blood vendors to make unlife just that bit easier. All in all, this Gabriel probably didn’t give the best impression for vampires across the globe. She was a somewhat easy target. So, when her “attacker” could be hear stepping around the tree to have another go at her, Rae took her shot, throwing her main advantage, the brute force of a vampire, behind it. When the branch hit thin air, it was surprising to say in the least. And also just a little bit more than annoying. Letting a low growl rip from her throat, Rae moved around the tree, forwards this time, toward wherever the hell her attacker was. She glanced at where she should be able to see her bag, where she had left it at the bench, from the corner of her eye. The rain obscured her vision and she cursed herself, the one day she needed arms being the one day she had decided paranoia shouldn’t be the sole decider of how she carried out her nights. She wasn’t paranoid of course. Obviously it was just a turn of phrase.
Keeping behind trees, attempting to make her movements seem random and therefore less track-able, Rae kept moving. From ground level she could see no one, and that bugged her considerably. Especially when they could probably see her. There seemed to be only one solution and in a moment she was up the closest tree, ducking in between its branches.
Looked like this vampire really was unused to the idea of being hunted, going off how quickly she threw away her main defense. Well not true - vampire’s always had a form of defense waiting. They had fangs and their strength and all of the special abilities that could come with their family line. Whatever this one had Missy was happier not being exposed to it. The vampire families who could read minds were especially disturbing. But she doubted that those skills were granted to this particular one or else she would have known where she - damnit. In the trees. Missy was not the sort to enjoy losing her high ground. Or coming face-to-face with her prey. Because when you were too close to a vampire... you were probably going to be dead. She was simply not strong enough to take one on from close-range and she knew it. She knew it very, very well. So when the vampire came up, Missy worked her way down, ducking behind a bush with her eyes trained up. Maybe she could get another shot in before it became a better idea to run. Yes, vampires were better fully dead, but she was better alive. A tangle with this bloodied up mess of a woman in a tree would end with her dead. She did not need Kristen’s talents for seeing the future to know that was true.
Raising her fun she dashed away drops of water and aimed at a trailing leg. No one liked a bullet in the leg or foot. Not damaging enough for her usual preference but it would do for right then. Make it harder to be tracked. “Bloody hell,” the hunter murmured before squeezing off another shot.
Rae hissed as another bullet shattered her ankle bone. This one, at least, had the decency to do its damage and get the hell out of her body, but the silver still seared like there was no god-damned tomorrow. Jaw clenched, she dragged herself higher in the tree. Obviously the attacker knew where she was but if they’d had a clean shot of any other part of her body, she couldn’t imagine them passing it up. Still, the Gabriel had several tricks up her sleeve or rather, in her back, that she doubted this particular person knew she possessed and as if Rae was going to pass up using them. Steadying herself in the tree, she began to grow her wings, the pain of them tearing from her back dull from years of experiencing it. The process did rip her dress, however, but not enough for a sense of dignity to be lost and for her to care. Once they were out, staying in the tree was difficult, and several branches were bent to the point of snapping as she adjusted herself. She calmed herself now. She couldn’t afford to get shot out of the sky.
Stealing a glance over her shoulder, Missy was pleasantly surprised to see a new spot of blood against the - wait. Wings. Winged vampire in a tree. Gabriel. Her mind flashed back to what Trigger had told her. What Calvert was looking for. And she had seen no other Gabriels in the city up until this point so maybe... this was the one he wanted. And Missy would be more than happy to give her to him. Was I supposed to just kill her? And I almost thought it was a him. Ah well, that was not what mattered. What mattered was getting away from here before those wings helped the vampire take flight and ended with Missy being the bloodied one. Not on her agenda for ever. Now where had she left her car... The gun slipped easily back into the waistband of her jeans, safety on, and this time she did not look back. Maybe the vampire had never even gotten a good view of her. And maybe those wings would get in the way of her flying - they could actually fly, or so Missy had been told. She had never seen one do it and it seemed ridiculous to her mind that anything with a human build could fly.