Who: Megan Gwynn and Hannibal King NPCs: Vampires, female victim When: 04/01/2012 Where: Streets of NYC What: While coming back from a day in the City, Megan stumbles upon a vampire attack. Rating: PG-13
Sometimes, Megan wished she had a teeny bit more money.
Most of the time, the limits on her cash flow did not bother her much, as she was really good at finding deals on all the cute sparkly items she wanted. Being in New York City was dangerous, as she knew she could not afford the cute sparkly items she found, even if she really, really wanted to purchase them. She needed to get a job. If she could find an employer willing to hire a pink haired, black-eyed girl.
An employer like that would be hard to find.
Hurrying to the bus stop she needed, as she had found the perfect stop to take that would give her the ability to fly herself back to the school, Megan grimaced slightly as she looked at the time. She was totally running late and if she was not careful, she would miss the bus, and the current part of town was kind of shifty and gross and -
A muffled cry from the alleyway ahead of her stopped her in her tracks. At first, she thought she imagined the nose, but another choked scream told her otherwise. Looking around, biting her bottom lip in indecision, she found the area to be deserted except for her. She knew she could always call the police but what if it was not in time? What if they got there too late? She only barely knew where she was; how could she give directions to a dispatcher?
Pressing her lips together, she crept forward as quietly as possible, making sure her hands were free. She peeked into the alley, squinting slightly in attempt to see through the darkness in front of her. Three large men, their backs to her, had a woman cornered in the alley, one of them close enough to put a hand over her mouth, the source of the muffled cries. Her eyes hardened in anger as she took a step into the alley, calling out, "That's like, totally not nice of you guys. You should just leave her alone. 'Cause it would be the right thing to do."
The three men - only they could not be men 'cause they had really weird teeth - turned towards her as one, disbelief showing on their faces. The woman was dropped from the one man's grip, and she slid to a heap on the ground. They started towards Megan, grins on their face as the one in the front said, "The right thing to do? We'll show you the right thing to do."
A shiver of fear ran down her spine at the tone in his voice, but she continued to stand her ground anyway. As she men got closer, she spread her arms out in a wide arc in front of her, sending waves of dust into their faces. A look of confusion crossed their faces as the dust traveled into their mouths and noses, and Megan knew exactly when the dust took effect. One of the men ran away in utter fear, his hallucination convincing him to run away from whatever he saw, and the other two fell to the ground, as their legs collapsed in fear.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Megan ran forward to the unconscious woman, nervously taking her wrist to check for a pulse. The pulse was there, weak but steady. The woman desperately needed medical attention, as blood dropped form puncture wounds in her neck. Knowing there was no way she could carry her there without flying, Megan sighed and slipped her jacket off, letting her wings expand to their full capacity. As she reached to pick the other woman off, knowing she would need to take many, many breaks on her way to the hospital, someone grabbed her roughly from behind. She was spun around and a hand closed tightly around her neck, holding her up in the air as another hand grasped her wrists tightly together.
"I didn't expect to find a pretty little butterfly like you tonight," her assailant said, fangs showing as he smirked at her. She valiantly fought the hands holding her, but could n ot break the grip. "You'll make a fun little vampire."