[@Wraithblade6] True for a vampire, the night was not a thing to fear. They were part of it, she and the blue haired teen, creatures born of the darkness, forever cursed to lurk only in shadow and not the light. Twas a beautiful night, that much she could agree upon. The moon, out in full bloom, so bright and miraculous against a sheet of violet bespeckled by so many shimmering stars, like crystals flickering amidst a never ending sea of dark yet vibrant colors, and yet...it had felt so ominous to Rebecca, this night. A full moon, even if it was a sight, it was never a good one for a hunter, even one who hunted her own kind. They would be about at this hour, prowling through the wilderness and the badlands, sniffing out their prey whom they may devour with rotten, festering teeth in clenched brutal jaws, savoring the delectable taste of blood and fresh sinew upon their tongues as they howled with glee and praise to the gory, grisly feast. Almost instinctive she thumbed back the safety on her gun, slightly. Damned she be, dragging herself and her lovely thrall out here, out into the wilds on a goose chase for a Nosferatu, out...into their hunting grounds. [color=ed1c24][i]Pray to the gods we don't come across a werewolf.[/i][/color] She muttered in her mind while stalking through the thick foliage, Camille following closely and stumbling a little. The poor girl, even in the dark Rebecca could see her shivering, thinking to herself how quaint a vampire being afraid of the night. [color=ed1c24]~"It's alright, sweetie."~[/color] Assuringly she whispered glancing over her shoulder. [color=ed1c24]~"You've nothing to fear. I'll kill anyone who dares to harm my sweet servant."~[/color] Camille said nothing, she didn't have to. Just a simple nod, along with the glow of her cheeks, was good enough to show Rebecca she agreed. A little further through the field they pressed on, even if the brushing of grass against their bare legs were giving them both uneasy feelings, their weapons held firmly in their hands and ready to strike at any given moment, any given time they were ambushed by lycan or Nosferatu alike. [color=ed1c24]~"Camille, wait."~[/color] Rebecca lifted a hand to halt the girl ambling behind. She sniffed of the air, her nostrils flaring a bit, her nose crinkling. Blood...it was everywhere around them, the metallic, gruesome scent overtaking the soothing aromas of the night, just serving to make the woman more on-edge. Another scent as well...carrion, rotting flesh writhing with maggots and puss spewing infection, fungus and lichens overtaking corpses of innocent souls slain unjustly. This place...it was a killing field, definitely werewolf territory. [color=ed1c24]~"There is death all around us...I can feel it upon the ill winds of midnight. We're in their midst, Camille, a hell hound's paradise. One step in the wrong direction...could be our last."~[/color] [color=6ecff6]"M-mistress...I'm scared."[/color] Camille whimpered softly, her little body shaking and shivering without end. [color=6ecff6]"I feel like there's somebody watching us, a presence, dark...malevolent...ruthless. I can feel it lurking beyond the trees, their eyes burning into the back of my skull. What if it's them, the creature who attacked that poor girl?"[/color] It had to be, Rebecca thought, yet...something felt off to her. The way Camille spoke of this so called...presence, it was as though she were speaking something powerful, something far more beyond a typical youngling. Could it have been...an elder? She sighed, wrapping her arm around the girl and pulling her close, kissing her gently on her forehead. [color=ed1c24]~"I wouldn't doubt it. His blood trail led us all the way out here, no less, to these god forsaken wastes. My only hope is that he is a vampire and not a lycan. I could kill him, but it will take alot, and frankly, I don't think we have enough bullets to take down a werewolf."~[/color] Gingerly Rebecca ruffled Cammie's blue hair. [color=ed1c24]~"But never you fear, sweetheart. We'll make it out of here alive, even if I have to rip the bastards apart with my bare hands."~[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Thanks, Mistress."[/color] She murmured in reply, but then... [i][b]"Up to no good, no doubt."[/b][/i] [color=6ecff6]"AAH!"[/color] *BANG* The gunshot rang out through the dead of the night, an echo that pierced through the ill silence, sending crows and other avian creatures flocking away in terror. [color=ed1c24]~"Camille!"~[/color] Rebecca yelped, instantly at the girl's side as she shook clutching her pistol. [color=ed1c24]~"Camille, what's wrong with you? What was it?"~[/color] The girl said nothing, only frozen with eyes wide in shock of where she had fired her weapon...or rather...who stood before her. Rebecca shined her flashlight in the given direction and soon...she spotted him, tall, intimidating, waves of black hair like the plumage of ravens draping over his broad, chiseled shoulders...and those eyes...those beastly, feral eyes. [color=ed1c24]~"Don't move!"~[/color] She growled, her firearm leveled upon his head. [color=ed1c24]~"One mistake and I'll send you to Hell, bastard!"~[/color]