Damian Valentine (_phlegmatic) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-01-03 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-08-06 |
Baby doll, I recognize you're a hideous thing inside
Who: Damian and Raya in passing
Where: Police station
When: Before sunset
The full moon only meant one thing to Damian Valentine - hunting. He didn't need a reason and he sure as fuck didn't have to be paid to do it. Would it have been nice? Yeah, but this he did out of the goodness of his heart, which really wasn't saying much for him. He planned on meeting up with the blonde he had stumbled into in the past for some classic hunting, having a rendezvous out by the forest and going from there. His empathy was enough to pick up some erratic emotions coming from somebody and track them from there.
Driving down the road, he came to a road block by the police station. Looked like a line of people waiting to get into the place to lock themselves up for the night. If Damian had his way, and could get away with it, he would have picked a high point and sniped each and every one of them. But he was smarter than that. An amateur would have pulled a stunt like that. Better to lay low and not make a freaking publicity stunt out of that. He didn't want Missy to be reporting on his fuck up. Damian was a hunter, not a martyr. Coming to a complete stop, he let out a sigh and took the time to pull out a cigarette and light it up, letting his arm hang out of the open window while listening to some classic rock. His eyes were set on the people walking about on the streets, keeping to himself for the most part until he locked eyes with someone.
Her.
How could he ever forget? That damn police raid full of fucking weremonsters. They had killed some of the best hunters he knew and in exchange, Damian took down as many of those fuckers as he could. Each silver bullet that he lodged into their brain just reassured their eternal death in hell. He didn't miss. He didn't plan to. But then she got away. The lovely brunette who could wield a gun as well as he could. She was the one who slipped away and lived to tell the tale.
And there she was, just standing there, looking right back at him.
Even though there was some distance between them, Damian could feel the immense rage radiating from her. Oh, this bitch wanted him dead. Well, that wasn't going to happen. A police officer attacking a civilian for no plausible reason? And with a mass of witnesses around? Damian wished he could have pulled out his shotgun and blown her head off right then and there, but he knew better. So did she, apparently.
But apparently she was alive and still hadn't forgotten. Good. Then that would mean when the day came that they could have a rematch, she wouldn't hold back. Damian wanted to strike her down when she thought she was all high and mighty with her special status as a were. Bullshit. She was a demon and had to die from the plight that was in her body. He was doing her a favor as far as he was concerned.
And then the road block began to clear up. Damian brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaled deeply, then blew out the smoke, oh so casually. Before bringing his attention back to the road, he let a tiny smirk pull at the corner of his lips for a couple of seconds before waving at her. Then he looked away to drive off. Now wasn't the time, but whenever that time did come, he'd be ready. He was ready now and would be ready tomorrow, next week, next year.
Damian wouldn't stop until he killed the were-bitch.