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Location: The Church
Tags: Lilith ([@dragonbutts]), Nicole ([@Silence Sounds])
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The quiet ambiance of the church was broken by a sharp and lively voice, just a notch or two above what was normally acceptable in a church, and with a noticeable Texan accent. Wyatt’s first reaction was to smile as he recognized the voice saying his name; Lilith, an old friend, fellow hunter, and a face he hadn’t expected to see again. He turned to face her, and although genuinely happy to see her, he doubted that he was able to hind how much it hurt as well. She’d been a good friend of his late wife, someone he’d known when he thought there was a chance for him to have a normal life, just as he was trying to leave the hunter life she was running towards it and clearly, she’d kept that up. When it came to hunters Lilith was a breath of fresh air, someone who managed to keep things light and bearable even when the shit got heavy. Seeing her was also a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he didn’t want to think about, while painful, it was a pain he’d gladly bare to work with someone he knew he could trust. He hadn’t seen her since she left Texas, and he wasn’t sure if she knew of Jenny’s death or not but he all but prayed that she already did and that she wouldn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to have to talk about it, certainly didn’t want to have to break that news to her, and didn’t want to be distracted when there was work to be done. 

[color=cyan]“Lilith Westbay, as I live and breathe, it’s good to see you.”[/color] He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and doing his best sound happy to see her, it was, after all, no fault of hers that brought back painful memories. It dawned on him that he’d never tried to get in touch with her after she left, even after he went back to hunting himself. He wished he had; he used to be good at keeping in contact with other hunters, but after Jenny died he’d been mostly a loner, avoiding anyone who might want to talk about something other than hunting or sports. He wasn’t exactly sure what else to say and was pretty thankful when another familiar face showed up. 

Nicolette Jackson, another hunter he’d worked with before, or rather worked for as she was a natural leader, entered the church and approached them. Wyatt was relieved, no time for awkward small talk now, hunters were gathering and the conversation would soon be about hunting vampires, a topic he was much more comfortable with. [color=cyan]Miss Jackson, looking forward to hunting with you as always.[/color] Wyatt said with a nod, he almost always addressed her as Miss Jackson, feeling that it just felt like the more respectful way to address a leader. He looked around the church again but still saw no sign of the priest who had replaced Father Walter. 

[color=cyan]“Can’t say I’ve seen Father Luca around, maybe we should look around?”[/color] He suggested. Luca had be around somewhere and he was more than ready to find out more information on why they had been called here. [color=cyan]“Either of you know much about what’s been going on here? I was able to dig up a few articles about mysterious deaths before I left but they didn’t give me much information over the phone.”[/color] Wyatt asked the other two hunters. He wondered what they were dealing with here, just a vampire or two, or something more like a major nest.
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Location: Vampire Manor
Tags: Kyle ([@Metronome])
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Sebastian preferred to embrace the campier aspects of vampire lore, and one of those things meant choosing to sleep in a coffin. He found it both amusing and strangely comforting to be inside a coffin, plus the obvious bonus of not accidently getting burned when the sun came up should he forget to draw the curtains. Although he had gone through many ridiculous coffins through the years his current one, and favorite by far, was an official KISS Kasket, a coffin decorated with images of the band KISS and officially sold by the band. His room also featured a huge flat screen television and speaker system, a record player and several selves of records, an Xbox, PlayStation, and several games. His walls were decorated with posters of punk and metal bands, various different pirate flags and swords, and framed movie posters. His room also featured a few bottles of rum, a pinball machine, mini fridge with blood bags, and black leather couch; a room that looked like it was designed by a college kid and not a three hundred and something year old vampire. 

Where some vampires gained class and sophistication with their years Bas went another direction. He went all in with whatever the pop culture of the time was; entertainment, fads, and cool gadgets interested him so much more than fine art, scientific achievements, and education did. Sure, he was now slightly more enlightened than the illiterate bastard raised in a brothel that he once was but he still preferred what many would consider low brow things. Bas was also a bit of a cheap bastard when it came to spending money, at least with most things, but especially with clothes. His car and coffin had both cost him a pretty penny, as had some of the records in his collection, but for day to day items such as clothing, cigars, or even fun human gadgets he’d go for cheap or try to steal them. He grew up poor and liked to horde his money just in case, he never wanted to have to worry about it again.  

Upon rising he mixed himself a drink using blood he’d stolen from the hospital which he kept in his mini fridge in his room. His favorite blood type, A+, with its robust, savory, and full bodied flavor needed no alcohol mixed into it for it be palatable. Type O’s and just about every animal blood in the area however was downright disgusting straight up and he almost always needed to mask it’s taste with rum.  Today he drank his blood straight from the blood bag like a thirsty child devouring a Capri Sun pack. After his breakfast, he rummaged through his dresser until he found a cigar, which he cut, lit, and smoked. Having had a good rest, a solid meal, and now happily smoking, he wandered through the coven house looking for something to do. He noticed light from the library, which was usually occupied by the other Sebastian, or Old Seb as he preferred to call him. He briefly thought about bothering him for fun but got distracted when he heard Kyle enter the house. 

Now at first, he wasn’t sure about Kyle, he seemed very white bread boring when they first turned him. He was too nice, didn’t swear enough for Bas’s liking, and drank beer that Bas found to be overpriced. But then Kyle had proved himself excellent at both Frisbee golf and Call of Duty and had given Bas a very nice bottle of rum which had made him decide that Kyle was most definitely a solid dude. 

[color=silver]“Kyle, man, how’s it going”[/color] He asked once he made his way to the manor’s front door. Kyle, for some weird reason, had decided to still work at the post office which to Bas seemed like the most boring and mind numbing activity for a vampire. He made sure to stand in the shadows, away from any light that might try and sneak through the door. Luckily it looked like a gloomy day outside, that was good, maybe he could find something to do today outside the house.