Who: Hannibal (narrative / open) NPCs: Random Nightstalker, Vampire Familiar When: March 6th, 2013 - LATE at night. Where: New York City What: A vampire familiars fist meets Hannibal King's nose. Rating: PG-13 (language ...)
The plan had been to lay low for a while, regroup, make sure the vampires dind't know about any of the other places they called home and get torch happy. Him and his fellow Nightstalker jumping a guy, and dragging him into an alley was not keeping a low profile, and honestly Hannibal figured that they were just lucky that no one seemed to have seen them. But the familiar had been handing out cards to some vamp club, and well that just got Hannibal's back up. He hated those places, they were just blood markets for the god damn vamps.
This famialr was big though, probably acted as a bouncer at some club himself. And he was human. And while vampires were stronger, faster, and had teeth, they also had that whole "stake 'em through the heart and they go bye bye" thing. Humans didn't have that.
Hannibal ducked down under a swinging fist, and ducked to the right. In a move of supreme coordination and excellence that no doubt would have had the vampires shaking in their boots, he crashed into his fellow vampire hunter. They both stumbled, and the vampire familiar made his move, advancing on them with swinging fists. One of those fists connected with Hannibal's nose, and he felt a flash of pain as he stumbled back, and tasted blood in the back of his throat. He glanced down and saw blood dripping onto his jacket, and stood there for a second, staring at it.
His fellow hunter tackled the familiar to the ground, while Hannibal reached up and wiped at his nose. It hurt, and it was bleeding and -
"Little help here!" Hannibal brought himself back to the present and headed over to the scuffle on the ground and gave the familiar a quick kick in the ribs. The familiar got to his feet and started for the entrance to the alley, with the other Nightstalker hot in pursuit. Hannibal knew that he had to follow but his goddamn nose ... the sight of blood still unnerved him a bit. It was awful "nice" of the vampires to just go to dust like that .... but worse then the sight of blood (even his own) was that fucking taste in his mouth. He spat off to the side, and then hurried to to edge of the alley, pausing to spit once more.