Who: Hannibal King and Elle Bishop. What: Arrival Where: Back alley and a street in town When: Nighttime Warnings: Language
Pursuing vampires was annoying, hands down. He wouldn’t be chasing after this one, but he still couldn’t make a clean shot. Hannibal kept his gun out as he ran, holding it down as he followed the guy around the corner with a huff. “They can never make things easy,” he grumbled out.
He stopped in mid-step, looking curiously at the sight in front of him. Yes, it was an alley, but the vampire was gone and there was a brick wall. He was pretty sure that wall didn’t belong there and he’d been running around the cities for long enough. Plus, vampires didn’t just vanish. “What the fuck…” Hannibal sighed and turned around, only to walk out of the alley as he reholsted his gun.
Usually able to find some kind of humor in a situation, he crossed his arms and made his way down the street. “Either I just ran through a tornado leading to the land of Oz, which I doubt, or I’m beginning to lose my mind,” Hannibal said to himself. “I think I’ll go with door number two.” Even if he wouldn't mind seeing a flying monkey.