Amy Peterson (ripefruit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-06-09 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy peterson, peter vincent |
Who: Amy Peterson and Peter Vincent. She started out patrolling with Spike, but split up prior to this thread.
What: Amy decided to patrol again tonight, but she didn’t count on running into Peter.
Where: An alley, at first, but eventually a warehouse.
When: After dark tonight (Sunday night)
Warning: This gets dark and vampire Peter has a foul mouth.
Amy would have liked to claim that she was an expert at patrolling by now, but even she had to admit she was still green. When Andrew had been around, they’d gone out a few times to test her slayer strength, but they’d never had the luck to actually find anything Amy could slay. To her it seemed like a waste, having so much strength and never having used it for much more than opening really tightly closed jars in the comfort of her own apartment. That had to change eventually. She hoped so, at least. She desperately wanted to contribute and be something more than the scared victim she’d been back in Las Vegas.
Tonight she was going it solo. Harry had hurt his ankle the night before and, while Spike had been by her side at the start, the two of them had split up to cover more ground after finding absolutely zilch together. Amy casually strolled along the sidewalks keeping her eyes open for anything even remotely suspicious, but Sunday nights were apparently significantly less busy than Saturday nights. Thus far, she’d seen nothing. After roughly an hour of absolutely nothing, Amy decided to take another route. She took a turn away from the area she and Harry had patrolled the night before, idly fiddling around with her stake.
This area was sparsely populated. There weren’t too many meal options for vampires, but Amy could easily imagine the creatures lurking in the shadows, waiting for some unwise soul to pass by and become dinner. It made her tense up a little bit and she was more vigilant than usual, taking in every single detail. She jumped just slightly as she heard a noise. Once she’d calmed down a bit she craned her neck, looking around to try and find the source. Amy scolded herself for having wished to have run into a vampire, though she realized that the odds were in her favor. Any vampire Jerry might have created in his time in Lawrence was a newly made fledgling and not the biggest challenge in the world considering her own physical strength. Still, it gave her the creeps to think of running into someone with Jerry’s blood in their veins.