Who: Dimitri and Harry What: Demon killing, stalking, possession. Not necessarily in that order. When: Tonight Where: The burned down church in town Warnings: Most likely some violence
For the past several days Dimitri Belikov felt as if he had been looking over his shoulder whenever he patrolled the grounds outside the prison as well as the inn. As a trained guardian he was always on alert and aware of his surroundings. He hadn't seen anyone following him yet, but he'd heard sounds during one of his trips back to the inn to visit his his sister and niece. Little sounds that most people wouldn't if they weren't listening for anything out of the ordinary.
Not letting on that he was onto whomever was following him, Dimitri made no effort to change his route to the inn. He stayed alert but didn't look over his shoulder anymore than necessary. He didn't call out to ask who was there. The advantage of knowing someone was following you was to know they were but not to let on to the fact. Giving your one advantage away was dangerous and would give up the element of surprise.
He had a gun and a silver stake on him for any Strigoi that happened to come into Everett. None had since his encounter with Nathan and Inna, but it was the one weapon he never left without. It was always tucked onto him somewhere along with the gun he now carried everywhere. Guns didn't kill vampires but they did kill zombies and other creatures that roamed in the wilderness. He wasn't sure what had decided to follow him this day, but soon he'd make whatever it was show themselves. Dimitri had no reason to play along with this show anymore than necessary.
Thankfully no one was outside at the Inn when he arrived so he decided to wait at the back of the house to see if he could get eyes on his tail. A few moments passed and he heard more footsteps. His hand rested on the silver stake in his duster but he was holding his gun in the other. Whatever it was seemed to want to be found tonight because when Dimitri popped out with the gun aimed forward he came face to face with someone he didn't know but thought he recognized vaguely. A young man not far from his age with a lazy smile. He wasn't a vampire. No, he was almost certain he'd been the man who had been intrigued by the church he'd burned out in town.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Dimitri asked directly and didn't lower his gun.