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Who: Selene and The Doctor (Nine).
What: Avoiding the chaos in town, the vampire tries to hunt.
Where: Out in the forest somewhere between the gas station and the gym.
When: Day 17; evening, near sunset. About 5:30pm or so.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, since Selene's so prone to cursing lately.
Status: Complete.


Selene wasn't expecting to see anyone. In fact, it was likely best she didn't.

It had taken a fair amount of walking, but the vampire had finally gone far enough into the woods that she could no longer hear the noise from town -- particularly the screams coming from the theater -- unless she stopped and strained to listen. Something she had no intention of doing. The trees acted as a natural buffer for the sounds and she was more intent on the wildlife she might hear around her. When the sounds from the monitors stopped she was more than preoccupied enough not to notice. Some might have thought it cowardly but she had no interest in walking around the town looking for the monitors; seeing one was enough. What good would it do to have a vampire in the midst of a bunch of panicked or otherwise highly emotional people? That was how accidents happened. Particularly when that vampire was hungry.

Which she most certainly was. It had been three days since drinking the blood of the patriarch of the Immortals, four or possibly five since she had actually fed. While Selene wasn't exactly feeling weak, she knew it would do no good to put off finding a meal. Especially if things seemed to rapidly be heading for the worst the way some of the other captives seemed to think. There was no telling what might happen next and she wanted to be fully prepared. If she had to be without her weapons the least she could do was keep up her strength and senses. And if she was going to have to contain a werewolf? Well, she definitely needed to be at full strength.

The only problem was it had been easily decades since she had hunted to feed, and a good deal longer since wildlife had to suffice. In olden days cattle had sometimes been easier to come by than humans, or at least easier to kill in secret. It might not have been so bad, if only she had a throwing knife or something of the sort. But she had only her bare hands, and had already gotten tangled up in dense undergrowth when trying to lunge at a doe. The vampire was frustrated, and hungry, so when her sensitive ears picked up rustling somewhere behind her, back towards town, she immediately snarled as she spun around. Her chin tilted up as she scented the air, but it told her nothing. Blue eyes narrowed and she started toward the noise at a pace much quicker than she had walked in town, her slightly dirty hands loose at her sides. If the noise was caused by one of the other captives rather than an animal, it had best be one of the few people she already knew. In her current state, the vampire just might take an easy meal.