WHO: Garnet [Narrative] WHEN: August 12th WHERE: Outside a Kindred club WHAT: An attack WARNINGS: Near death experience.
Was Wednesday a weird day to go to a club to find prospective clients? Probably, but that wasn't the only thing she had been looking into. Garnet was serious about finding someone to have around, even if she had joked about it on the internet. Things were getting darker in New York and even someone who ignored the signs could see that. Of course, maybe getting out of town altogether was the better option, but she loved it here - it was her home. Having someone to watch her during the day, to protect her, to help her keep an eye out? That's what she really needed right now. She'd be fine if she had all of that. Or, at least, that was the thought process behind it. Besides, who would hurt someone fabulous like her?
A while past midnight, the auburn haired Toreador stepped out of one of the many kindred specific clubs out into the still hot August night. Tonight had been a bust no matter how she looked at it, a total waste of getting dressed up in her slinkiest best. Tight black dress, those almost too high pumps and sparkle dripping from her waist and throat. Maybe Friday or Saturday would have been better? But all the desperate people came out in the middle. Oh well.
A turn around the front of the club brought her into the alley running between the club and the building next to it, the exact direction she need to be heading in to go home. Further into the dark, nearly at the back of the club, a figure dropped on top of her from the roof above, knocking them both to the dirty floor. Her first emotion was rage, the ruin of all her beautiful things, until she was being flipped over to look into a hooded face she couldn't see clearly, even with her vampiric abilities. Above his head was a stake, ready to plunge down into her. Fear was clear in her face and she knew what he meant to do.
The stake came down and Garnet screamed, doing her best to get away from the strike, making the wood tear through her side and stomach instead of her chest. She hadn't been raised to be a fighter, she'd been embraced to be arm candy at court! If the club's security hadn't come running, the hunter would have gotten a second chance and it would have been all he needed to bring her true death. Instead, he took the chance to escape, leaving Garnet to bleed into the concrete. One guard tried to go after him while the other stayed with her, trying to keep her calm as she bubbled and tried not to lose it.
She had been seconds away from a puff of smoke and ashes and this man was telling her to calm down? Her dress was ruined, she had a massive puncture wound in her stomach and she had broken one of her heels. If it wasn't for her lung strength... The whole thing had taken less than thirty seconds but Garnet felt like she'd been held down under that stake for so much longer, probably given enough time to repent or whatever. Sure, the stake to the heart wouldn't have killed her, only paralyzed her, but that was all they would have needed to do so much worse. Take the fight out, then? Lights out, the end of her life.
It wouldn't be until much later that she would realize that he had been a professional hunter and none of it had been a mistake. He'd seen her face and knew what she was.