InsaneJournal

Who: Selene and Remus.
What: A hunter on the trail.
Where: Near the gym.
When: Day 16; 4:00pm-ish.
Rating: PG-13 for possible violence and cursing. (Come on, it's a vampire and a werewolf. What could possibly go wrong?)
Status: Complete.


The day had been fairly uneventful so far for Selene, other than the fact it was her second day walking under the sun in over 600 years. She kept to the shadows for the most part though, more out of a desire to not be noticed than because of heat. It was a good thing vampires didn't sweat, or she might have died from heatstroke, walking around in all that black leather and vinyl.

She was on her way back into town when a scent caught her attention so sharply she nearly halted her steps. Blood. Fresh blood. Even if she hadn't been repeatedly tempted over the last 24 hours it would have caught her attention. But there was something slightly off about it. Something not human. It was that that made her cautious, shifting instantly into a hunter mentality. Using the buildings as cover she moved as swiftly as she dared, keeping a constant vigil for anyone else who might be out. Two people came into her view and as she followed the scent it soon became clear that it belonged to one of them. She came within hearing distance but didn't really pay attention, more interested in simply tracking. Or she was, until the wind brought her a stronger whiff that held something all too familiar. Her eyes went wide and she stopped in her tracks, back flat against a brick wall. One of them was a lycan. That changed everything.

From then on she followed at a safe distance, not wanting to be noticed, her eyes rarely moving from the two. When they entered the gym she hung back, hiding herself in the shadows of the liquor store across the street. The building was an unknown to her and she couldn't tell how many people were inside, otherwise she would have followed in after. An unknown amount of time passed, the vampire staying alert and keeping herself out of sight. When the boy finally reemerged she couldn't help but bristle despite how harmless he appeared. She had never dealt with one so young, at least to her knowledge; a lycan in their other form was nearly impossible to give an age to. For the moment she simply watched, trying to decide if anyone would see should she confront him, and if it really mattered if they did.