Who: Sarah Vida & open When: 7:30 pm, January 23, 2005 Where: Walking about; hunting What: Hunting Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Sarah glanced about her room as she went about checking for the weapons she wanted to carry with her tonight. Caryn, as always, disagreed with her. She shouldn't be going out hunting, even if she was fully healed from the incident with Oz and the other vampires that she had met up. After a moment or two, Sarah whirled on Caryn.
"I'm going to hunt, Caryn, because it is my job to protect the innocents. You're not seeming to understand that these vampires are NOT interested in willing donors. They hunt to kill, they hunt to destroy. They don't care if you're part of Global Earth, they just don't care. And I am not going to listen to you bitch about me going after them or anything else. So get used to it, this is my job, and I'm going to do it. Do you honestly think that if you walked up to one of them simply to talk as I have done and you have done numerous times with Nikolas, Nissa, or Kristopher that they would not kill you on sight? True, I would avenge your death and if I died going down, they would have two very pissed off vampires to deal with, but that is not the point. It is better to keep these monsters away from my family and my friends than to not hunt them."
Caryn looked down, biting her lip and then nodded. "All right, Sarah. But...be careful, if nothing else. Be careful. You're the only person I actually know in this town and I don't want to be left stranded because you up and died on me, hear?"
A faint smile crossed the blonde's lips and she gave the slightest nod to her cousin before she finished picking out her weapons for the night. A blade ran down the length of her spine in it's sheath, the leather of the handle had somehow been bleached to the perfect white of Sarah's hair so that she hid it very well. The other knives, her wrist sheaths, went on without question and her jacket went on over it. Another knife slid into her boots and another went to her wrist calmly, that smile faded and the perfect porcelian mask, the killing mask she always called it, slid into face. "I'll be back by dawn." And then she headed out into the night to hunt the shadows.
Who knew if she'd be successful? Who cared. She didn't so long as she patrolled, so long as she hunted and sought but found nothing, then perhaps someone out there wasn't getting injured by these monsters. And if she found one, she'd fight it. Without question.