[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/huNJc9e.png[/img] [/center] [color=CE4C59]Time:[/color]Approximately an hour after dusk fell [color=CE4C59]Location:[/color] The Pit [color=CE4C59]Interactions:[/color]None [color=CE4C59]Ambience:[/color][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjsjIkSb0cM]Song playing at club[/url] The music was so loud at The Pit that the floor beneath the crowd seemed to vibrate with the bass. The muffled sound of it could be heard from outside as people lined up at the door to show ID or negotiate entry with a rather enormous bodyguard. Back inside, strobe lights of varying colors moved over the darkened room, illuminating the masses of drunk college kids. Some being overly affectionate with strangers, others just in their own little world. Angel was never a fan of having so many sweaty people on top of her, so she'd stick to the back of the crowd with the stoners. She could make out the smoke twisting around the area through the air, illuminated only by the lights that would speed over different sections of the club. It smelled like every substance under the sun was being used in just the five-foot radius around her. Sometimes she wanted to scream at them all. How could they just let themselves be so vulnerable? Vampires always circled this floor like vultures unbeknownst to them all. She knew this for a fact, yet she could say nothing, one of the many policies of Operation Humanity she disagreed with. Angel had been leaning up against the wall for some time now, hoping to catch a glimpse of something to no avail. Unfortunately, it was not going to be so easy. She pushed off the wall, pulling her hair out of its braid with a tight pull and shaking it out. Angel adjusted her top a bit before applying a layer of lipstick to her lips. She had come prepared otherwise, her eye make-up well done and her outfit a little sexier than her usual preference. She moved into the crowd and easily blended in by moving to the music. There was no awkward transition; she got right into it, moving to the music surprisingly well. It was freeing to just shut her eyes and feel the rhythmic bass underneath her feet, focusing on the music. She knew it’d seem silly to most, but she cherished these moments where she could let loose. It would not be long before her phone would start blowing up from higher-ups at Operation Humanity asking where she was and why she was at this “dirty club” again alone. They had a tracker in her, after-all. They treated her and another Hunter named Nikolai way different, since they were their personal little science projects. Angel had no idea how much Nikolai knew, but she did not know much at all herself; he was not an easy guy to talk to. All she knew was that they did something to her and whatever they did, worked. Since it worked, they really did not want her to die. Angel, being the difficult girl she was, went off alone and immersed herself in dangerous situations anyway. Hands were soon on her waist, moving up the sides of her body. She could feel breath on her neck. It had not taken long for one to take the bait after-all. With a drunk-girl-giggle, she tilted her head back to look at her admirer. He was quite handsome so she could not complain. She twisted her body to face him, tracing her fingers under his chin, her eyes traveling up to look at his. It was hard to tell for a moment, but once the light moved over his face, the red tint became prominent.[color=CE4C59]“Aren’t you bold?”[/color] [color=f7976a]“And aren’t you beautiful?” [/color]He practically purred in her ear. He had a smoky, velvet voice. [color=f7976a]“What’s a ruby like you doing all alone in a place like this?”[/color] She wondered how many other victims he had said the same thing to. This would surely be the last time. He had clearly been watching her for some time for him to figure out she was alone without informing him. Her friends could have been in the bathroom for all he knew. [color=CE4C59]“Waiting for a handsome miner to come dig me out.”[/color] Angel replied coquettishly, letting her voice slur in parts of her speech. It was not long after some dancing and flirting that they were kissing and moving towards the back of the room. It was going according to plan as usual, but she needed to make sure he went through the side door to the alley. Angel broke away and took his hand, giving him a coy smile as she led him to the door and outside. He shoved her up against the wall, gripping her roughly and his kissing more passionate. She could tell his hunger was translating into his actions. Angel peeked at him to see one of his eyes was also open, glancing in the direction towards the street. It was silent besides the muffled music inside. There was no one walking by and no cars passing on the road. It was eerie thinking that if she was anyone else, they’d be unknowingly about to die in this moment. His lips were moving down her face to her neck now, a low chuckle escaping his lips. She had to act now. She reached over to the nearby dumpster, grasping the handle of her hidden blade and using the strength holding her against the wall against him in order to pull the blade down into his shoulder and downward faster than he would have ever expected. With a wail of agony, he moved away from her in shock as she pulled it out. The blade’s blue light shone in the dark alley as Angel moved off the wall, picking up a second blade from the ground. She held them out at both her sides with a playful grin. Most hunters went for guns and far-ranged weapons. It was far less risky since vampire’s strength and speed were far too superior to try to take on in a close-range battle. However, Angel’s speed could almost match his, so the blades worked well for her. She also enjoyed the directness of the kill. The vampires winced, moving backward. These blades were not coated in anything right now, so he’d unfortunately heal, but it’d be slow. The whole sultry demeanor he had going on had been completely replaced by malicious fury. [color=f7976a]“You stupid little girl. You have no idea what you’re messing with.”[/color] He snarled and ran at her immediately. She moved hastily out of the way, sliding behind him. Angel knew it was imperative he did not let her grab her. His strength would be the death of her. She swiftly moved her blade to attack him again, but he barely managed to move out the way. The male vampire retreated, putting some space between them as he stared at her with genuine confusion and maybe a little bit of fear. Angel straightened, ready to attack again if he pursued it. She did not want to kill him this time. [color=f7976a]“You’re… You’re not a human.”[/color] He tilted his head, starting to circle her,[color=f7976a]” What are you? You don’t smell like a werewolf. Are you a witch?” [/color] She grinned ominously at him, not giving him an answer, [color=CE4C59]“Ooo… Spooky, huh?”[/color] The vampire glared at her with annoyance. She could tell he was hesitating to attack. He was unsure what he was dealing with, perhaps he was young. [color=CE4C59]“You’re not the only predator tonight.”[/color] Angel told him, her grin fading and her voice growing an iciness,[color=CE4C59]” You’re done preying on humans here. I don’t want to see you here ever again or I will fucking torture you to death.”[/color] She hated to let him live, but it was necessary. The hunters refused to tell her where Viet Et Mort was located, probably to stop her from trying anything stupid, so she had to figure it out herself. Though, it was a stretch he’d be from that clan. It was possible this would be trial and error. Just as she suspected, he turned and made a run for it. She knew she was lucky he was not aware of her already, and that he was weak and young. Angel had started to make a reputation for herself among hunters and vampires alike. Many had started to recognize her as one of the hunters’ lab rats who escaped Desiree, who could run as fast as a vampire, and had hair the color of blood with no dye-job necessary. She only waited a moment before she started to follow the vampire, keeping to the alleys and shadows as she ran in the direction he had retreated. [color=CE4C59][center][i]Closer and closer I get to having your cold, dead heart in my hand, Desiree.[/i][/center][/color]