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((Gelal, sorry, can i just ask where you and the vampire are atm?))

She stands on a building, overlooking the wreckage, bike in pieces. She whistles again, her mind creating an inert picture of the wreckage, and of the surrounding area. No bodies.... how odd...

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Sight was far from dumb yet far from wise either. Emerging from the alleyway, she heard a woman pushing a carriage with a little baby in it. The rattling of the baby's toy, the clicking of the woman's heels on the concrete and the quiet rolling of the wheels. It was all a symphony to her. Sight decided to do this as subtle as possible, timing for the percise moment before she slammed her foot into a trashcan in the woman's way.

The woman fell face first into the ground, her weight nearly pushed the carriage and sent it flying down the street. Excited screams, the woman started to get back up but Sight gave her a swift kick in the side to keep her down.

"Don't worry about your baby. I'm sure it'll be peeled off the front of a truck. Besides, you wouldn't want to keep being a mother and not want to eat your child after what I'm going to do to you." Sight chuckled darkily, her pale green eyes staring down at the woman.

"W-what?!" She screamed, getting up and started to run away.

"I love a good chase." Sight's chuckles turned into maniacal laughter, the laugh carrying the woman all the way down the street. The woman ran by alleyway after alleyway, trying to catch up to the carriage.

Little did she know, Sight was right at her side, hidden in the depths of the shadows - waiting again.

Patience graced this teenager as did time, making her other four senses extremely strong. When she heard the creak in the woman's heel and heard her fall, that's when she stopped and lept out to stand on her back.

"You aren't my prey. I'll tell you that much but ever since I was born, you humans have been a pain in my side." Sight slammed her foot on the back of the woman's throat, making her cough and choke.

She pulled her foot up, continuing her little speech.

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Faith grinned darkly under her scarf, the wind blowing it under her face, showing her emotions. She threw her whip, it wrapping around the mans neck softly. "No point in resisting, it will only get tighter" She muttered darkly, still grinning. She's Alexia soon.

"So, lass, why are you here?" She said, then started to unwrap the whip from his neck, humming a tune as she was watching it slowly unwravel, pulling it back into her pale hands. Now she was Alexia.

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She jumps off the rooftop, landing in front of the woman on the ground. She whistles a note, painting a picture in canvas on her head. Lovely, a vampire abusing a human, i must say, that gets boring, a lot She hooks her foot under yours and flicks it away, lifting the woman, who is now unconscious into the dumpster behind her. Please, prey on those who deserve it, not the decrepit and the innocent.

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(You cant just AUto-hit people, you have to give me a chance to resist if I dont want it to connect.)

"Whips are a bad choice of weapon" Ezekiel concluded as he followed Faith with his eyes as she circled him, unwrapping the whip from his neck. Speeding up the proccess, he took the end and flipped it off of his shoulder as if it were a pesky rodent. "I could have dodged it easily, they give too much warning of attack" The slayer continued, pulling his slender form to a standing position so that he could face the vampire on the fire-excape with him. Eyes showed no fear, he knew in combat she stood no chance even if he WAS wounded.

"Recooperating for another night of hunting, of course." That sly grin, gray eyes continuing to follow her.

(Oh and were about a mile away, in a dark alley on a fire excape)

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"Hmph." Sight just stood there, the shadows creeped in the dumpster and grasped the woman. It slowly began to lift the woman out, holding her and crushing her in it's force. "I don't enjoy others disturbing my play." She said bluntly, turning away and descending back into her shadows to find fun elsewhere undisturbed.

The woman oozed with blood, being crushed to basically to bits, left dying in the wrath of Sight. It was funny - she wasn't even planning on killing her until her plans had to be changed. The shadow hand disappeared, leaving the mangled body twitching on the ground.

Sight closed her eyes, sensing a vampire far away somewhere. She followed her better instincts and basically ran there, ran through the shadows and weaved through alleyways and rooftops til she found herself upside down above the man - the hunter! She didn't dare move though, putting herself in the face of a predicament by accident. Oh how the excited teen did not pay attention at times - though her senses were strengthened, her wits weren't up to par at times.

"Hunter..." She hissed quietly, intending no harm or so she made it out to seem.

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[I am active in several role-plays at the moment and have room under my belt for plenty more. I enjoy any type and can create a character for many of them. Need something to keep my imagination in check, Heh.]

(Man I'm confused, really confused.)

Nat reclined in her room in her Bleecker Street brownstone building... The one she'd bought with her inheritance back in '64. Only recently had she begun to rent out the rooms, starting a sort of boarding house. She had only one person renting half of the bottom floor.

Right now she had three girls over for a visit - her friends Lydia, Zazu (She changed her name often... It had been Kiki, Francis, and Reggie in the past three years.), and Marie. Naturally, her friends didn't know about her condition, and neither did her sole boarder. She had kept a secret for many, many years, and intended to keep it well. Natalia didn't live in fear, but walked at day and lived a semi-normal life. She didn't need much sleep, and didn't feed very often so as not to attract suspicion... When she did feed, she would post alibis on Twitter, saying that she was in other places, and would make her "plans" known to friends.

She would go to clubs to pick up drugged-out clubbers and take them "home" - else known as the brambles of Central Park - to devour them. She would then put the evidence in her hobo bag and take it to the basement of her building to dispose of it. Her system had worked for a long time, and the new system of alibis helped her greatly.

Her friends flipped on the television, to the news channel that Natalia had been watching the night before. Something caught Nat's eye, and so she stopped them from changing to another program.

"Wally," sighed Zazu incredulously, "they're talking about vampires... This is ridicu-"
"HUSH," Natalia whispered harshly, "I've gotta hear this!"

A stern-voiced woman appeared on the screen, with a scene of commotion in the background. The city's lights illuminated the street, which was sort of stopped and clogged with people. The young men and women, who had just been going off to their clubs, looked bewildered and frightened. They were gathered around a smoking, overturned motorcycle. Many were leaving the scene hurriedly.

"The smell of garlic is in the air," said the reporter, "and vampires are reportedly on the loose. On this street there have been a few reported attacks, and a vigilante is said to be taking care of the case. Police are coming to the scene. Officials believe that these "vampires" are really just one sick person on a killing spree... Similarities in the deaths have been noted. People are advi-"

Click. Marie was now flipping through the channels.

"Did you... Hey, Marie, stoppit! " Marie muted the tv, which was now showing a 'Girls Gone Wild' ad. "Did you guys see that? There's a vampire hunter! A hunter in the city!"
"Nat, you're obsessed with the supernatural. I think it's maybe... not so good," said Zazu.
"Guys... I'm really scared. Maybe you should go."
"Why, are you a vampire?!" giggled Lydia while Natalia's heartbeat quickened at the remark, "C'mon Nosferatu... But don't biiiite meeeee!"
"It isn't funny! Those kids getting killed are just like mu-... uh... us! Go home and stay inside tonight, okay? Just get a taxi and go."

Lydia, Marie, and Zazu could tell that Nat was serious. They left the building grudgingly and went down Bleecker to 6th, where they hailed a cab. Natalia stayed in her room, where she changed into a pair of specially-engineered protective leggings, (she had friends at FIT, and they had the strangest assignments...) knee-high fireproof boots, a bulletproof vest and a long-sleeved, dark gray, billowy dress to hide it. She looked like another hipster, but was well protected. She put her big switchblade in her bag and tied back her long, brown hair.

The skinny girl was surprisingly strong and as armed as she liked to be, without being obvious about it... She didn't look like the stereotypical vampire and tended to act more human, so she could go and blend into the surroundings. She was going to check out the scene and identify this new hunter, but she wanted to stand her ground... No tussles tonight. But first, she'd stop to eat. No, not feed, but just grab a bite to eat... She was starving! To Hanson's diner, if it was still open!

Natalia snagged a taxi on 6th and directed him toward the commotion, but made him stop ahead so she could walk. She tipped him generously and began walking toward the diner, eying the pandemonium two blocks ahead.

Ezekiel stared blankly at the vampire with the whip while she rolled it back up into it's curled position. Crouching down quickly, he retrieved his pistol from the floor and tucked it back in the holster at his side. "Names Ezekiel, ta-ta for now." He concluded, easily throwing himself over the guard rail of the fire excape, injured leg stinging intently as he thumped onto the concrete from the few feet he jumped. Breaking into a light sprint, the hunter emerged into the busy streets and immediatly blended in without issue. Ezekiel watched as a carier truck drove by, transporting the smoldering wreckage of the motorcycle.

Removeing the black wool beanie from his head, tucking it inside his trenchcoat for now. Followed by removing the beanie, he released his long black hair from the thick clips he had the pony-tail tied in. This slight change in image distorted him to a remarkable degree, providing a slight guise from first-glance identifications of anyone whom was on the scene earlier. Running a hand through his dark, gray-streaked hair, the hunter took a seat infront of the diner he had stopped into earlier that evening and watched the cops interview suspects.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
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Nat watched as a man limped over to a bench in front of the diner. She noticed a bit of blood trickling down his ankle, where it had escaped the absorbent trench coat and run down and around his leg. "Sir, you alright? You seem to be bleeding" she said, lifting her right hand to her face in shock. She did have genuine concern for the man... She remembered that she was once human, too. She still had her sense of empathy intact.

She paused for a second, looking at the blood, and then snapped back to her senses.

"What happened? Here, I think I might have a bandage in my bag..." She rummaged through her purse hurriedly. She found a gauze pad, wrapped in paper. She held it out to the man and retracted it for a second so that she could close her purse, but fumbled with it.

Her bag fell over to the ground, and her makeup, wallet, and a pack of gum spilled out, as well as some loose change and a pen. The switchblade poked out menacingly from the mouth of the bag. She took no notice of her spilled belongings, directing her attention once again to the wounded man. She handed him the bandage, shrugging apologetically.