viva_vegas_grls (viva_vegas_grls) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-06-08 22:47:00 |
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Current location: | Streets of Las Vegas |
Entry tags: | wesley wyndam pryce, ~gypsie zollerman |
I'm not going to force you into anything that you don't want
Who: Gypsie and Wesley
Where: Hotel where they both are staying, then the streets of Vegas
When: Well after the sun had set - June 14
It's something what saving a persons life could do for a person in Gypsie's situation. A few short months ago the teen had been literally living of the streets of Vegas, now she had an actual place to stay. And all because she had been in the wrong place at the right time to save a guy from becoming a meal for a bloodsucker. The man had been so grateful to Gypsie in saving his life that he offered the street dweller a room to stay in for as long as she needed on while in Vegas. The teen didn't even mind the occasional moving from one room to another when the one she had currently been staying in went to an actual paying customer.
Slipping out into the hallway pulling the hood of her hoodie up over her head, Gypsie closed the door quietly behind her before moving quietly down the hallway clad in an over-sized black hoodie, under which was worn a plain black tee, pair of black jeans and black sneakers. And as usual when she went out trolling the streets for the undead, Gypsie was well prepared with a couple stakes and a hunting knife concealed on her person.
While Wesley had been in town, looking for a place for him and Gwen (and now quite possibly Narcissa as well) to live at, he had noticed this girl who only went out at night and then only came back with the sunrise that lived next to him. Yes, he could be wrong and she could be a prostitute, but she didn't dress like one at all, and, well, he had sort of a second sense telling him that she was a Slayer. So, tonight, when she left, he followed, staying a good distance behind her and in the shadows. He wanted to see if his suspicions were right.
Gypsie hadn't survived for as long as she did after leaving Astoria by being careless and completely ignorant of her surroundings. The teen tended to go with her Slayer instincts, which seemed to kick in once she had left the hotel and was out on the streets of Vegas. She wasn't sure what kind of tail she had picked up only that someone or something was trailing her. Keeping a steady even pace for another block Gypsie turned the corner, and then after a few more paces disappeared into the mouth of an alleyway.
Wesley figured that, if she was what he thought she was, that she knew that he was following her. It was hard to hide his own footsteps and sounds that he made. When he saw her disappear down an alley, he got closer, but still kept his distance. He hadn't gone for this long without sensing the possibility of a trap. He would wait and see what happened before going down the alley or not.
Gypsie knew this section of the city like she knew the back of her hand. Knew that a few steps into the alley would take her to a fire escape which she quickly climbed up as silently as she could manage to wait in the shadows pressed up against the brick wall of the building with her eyes trained on the open mouth of the alleyway.
As Wesley edged a little close to the alley, a vampire seemed to be coming from the other direction to do just the same. He had sniffed out a girl in the alley, and was thinking it was lunchtime for him.
Just as she noted a shadowy figure appear at the entrance to the alley, Gypsie felt the hairs at the nape of her neck rise. Daring a glance away from Wesley the Slayer slowly slid her gaze to the other direction to catch a figure approaching from the opposite end of the alley. "Fuck." Gypsie hissed beneath her breath at finding herself in a rare predicament. She still had one advantage over the to approachers. She held the higher ground. Keeping watch from the fire escape, Gypsie decided to wait the two out and handle whichever came within striking range first.
While Wesley seemed to have the good sense to hold back, the vampire had none, and continued into the alley, looking for the girl whom he had just seen come there.
Okay. So it looked like stranger number two was the one Gypsie would be tangling with first. Waiting until the vampire moved slowly past the fire escape, the Slayer finally moved toward the railing which she silently climbed over and then leapt down to the floor of the alley behind the bloodsucker. Her landing wasn't exactly soundless and as soon as her feet hit the ground she had the vampire's full attention as the creature spun around to face Gypsie.
"We can either do this.... " the Slayer's words trickled off as the vampire didn't give Gypsie a chance to finish her little sarcastic commentary by charging at the girl. Gypsie calculated every movement, and just when it appeared that the bloodsucker would actually tackle the girl to the ground, which would have given the vamp an unfair advantage, the teen sidestepped out of the vamp's charge line. With a wood stake then suddenly appearing clenched in her fist, Gypsie let it drive into the vampire's chest as the thing literally rushed into the sharply pointed weapon. One moment there was a creature of the night throwing itself at a teenage girl, the next nothing but vamp dust.
Wesley had watched from a distance as the girl swiftly took care of the vampire. He wanted to approach her, and slowly started to do so, making sure to keep a distance from her. "Hello?" he called out to her.
"Hi." Gypsie immediately responded tucking the stake away. "Kind of got turned around. Went left instead of right sort of thing." She wasn't sure what the guy saw, if he witnessed anything, but Gypsie wasn't keen on sticking around for a chit-chat session with some stranger with an accent. Keeping the distance between them Gypsie started back the way she came into the alley hoping to make it back to the street and blend in with the people still roaming the streets of Vegas.
He didn't step in her way to block her exit, because that would have been suicide. Instead, he simply said, "Get so turned around that you staked a vampire in the process?"
Okay, so the guy seemed to be in the know about the supernatural, so trying to conceal or play off what she had just done as something else wasn't exactly going to work here. "Wrong place, wrong time kind of thing, English. 'Sides, he had it coming." She said dryly stepping past Wesley toward the entrance of the alleyway. Hopefully the dude would be content with her answer and be on his merry little way. Opposite of the way she'd be traveling that night.
"He did," Wesley agreed with her. "I believe he thought you would be an easy meal. Too bad he didn't realize you were a Slayer." He paused for a second before saying, "Grace, speed, and strength like yours cannot come from any amount of training."
What the guy said gave Gypsie cause to pause in her step, fingers curling into fists as she glanced slowly back at the man. "Yeah, and what do you know about it?" She questioned a bit harshly. A part of her was telling Gypsie to not bother saying anything the dude with the accent and just continue on her way to wander the night. She was unsure now if she'd be able to go back to the hotel since it was from there Wesley had started tailing her.
"Not a thing, actually," Wesley said simply to her. "I may be a watcher, but I'm not yours." He still kept his distance from her. He had seen her tense up. "I don't know what happened to you, but it was obviously something bad. You shouldn't go this alone, though. Things will seek you out, and not all of them will be nice."
"Yeah, well I've been doing just fine on my own so far." The Slayer said in return. Looking away from Wes, Gypsie started moving forward once more toward the entrance of the alleyway. Last thing the teen wanted was for one Watcher to tell another, and then Gypsie finding herself back in the whole Watcher/Slayer gig.
"So I've seen," Wesley said, following her at a slight distance. "I'm not going to force you into anything that you don't want. If you'd like to go on for the rest of your life by yourself, that's your business. Can I at least give you a phone number to contact me at if you change your mind or just need help in general?" Or if she heard something that she couldn't take care of, but he left that part unsaid.
"If I agree to that will you cut out the whole stalking thing." Gypsie threw out as she made it to the opening of the alley and turned out onto the street. So it hadn't been like the Watcher had gone into stalker mode, but his following her that night was something Gypsie didn't want turned into a habit.
"Yes," Wesley said to her. "I didn't trace you to the hotel, though. I just happen to have been staying there while looking for a more permanent residence." He didn't want her to think he had traced her because she had went off on her own.
Well, wasn't that a great little bit of news. If the English dude was staying at the hotel the most logical thing for Gypsie to do, at least in the teen's mind, was to pack up after making her usual rounds that night. A plan that really sucked cause where else within the city was she going to find a place to stay that wouldn't cost her a thing.
"Fine." Gyspie finally stopped and turned around to face Wesley. "Give me your number." The teen said mildly annoyed as she held her hand to the guy wiggling her fingers slightly. Patience wasn't exactly a virtue of Gypsie's in situations such as this. The sooner she collected the man's number the sooner she could be on her way.
He pulled out a business card and handed it to her. "I'll be gone in a few days, so no need to move if that's your permanent residence," he said to her quickly. He didn't want to think that he'd put her out of what worked as her home just because he happened to stumble upon her.
"Yeah, whatever." Gypsie said accepting the card and giving it a glance over. Trust wasn't something Gypsie gave easily. It was something that had to be earned, and generally took a long time to achieve that with the Slayer. Wesley was a stranger and his words were taken as just that. Just words spoken by a guy. "Guess this is where we part ways, Price." Gypsie said tucking the business card in the hip pocket of her jeans. "Enjoy your time in Vegas." The teen added with a salute and step backward before she turned and headed on her way.