People passing by, Looking for angels. (Kyux & TehNemesis)

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"How about a bottle for the way Jessica?" The green, feline like eyes scanned the room as the man was waiting for his bottle of Carlsberg. When the green glass beer bottle was passed to the younger man, his lips stretched upward to a smile as he winked towards the beautiful bartender that stood behind the wooden bar. "See yah around." He noted as the woman rolled her eyes and snickered."Bye Tyler. And drink that after you drive, not before, I want to see you again you know! And I won't bail you out!" She noted back as the man named Tyler was already out of the bar.
Out in the parking lot, there stood a nice, black 1987 Mustang Model. It was polished, shined, and cleaned to the very best level. "Ahh, you missed me sweetheart? The green eyed man smirked as he patted the engine cover before flickering through his pockets and reaching for the car keys. He placed the key in the fitting hole and got inside, rubbing the wheel with a grin."I'm here baby don't worry." He reassured the vehicle as if it was listening to him. Some people that knew him said that he was treating his car better than he treated women, and that was kind of amusing, since, it was just a metallic car, but for him, it was his little babe.

As he started the roaring engine, he opened the beer cap with his teeth, and threw the cap away before downing the liquid down his throat, as he let out a refreshed sigh. This was the life. No worries, not caring for anything else other than himself, absolutely great. But today, there was another thing he had to take care of. Apparently, some blood suckers thought it was funny to build up a club, saying they were just pretending, when in fact, they actually fed on the stupid teenagers that believed in this crap.
As he was driving down the road he couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was following him. it was probably the worst feeling he could ever had, because, well he was never wrong about it. If there was one thing Tyler didn't doubt, it was his hunches, somehow, he learned to read them, and get it right every single time.

Finally, after about an hour and a half of driving, and trying to figure out who the hell was following him, Tyler reached to the place. It wasn't your regular dark, deserted coven. Hell no. It was a damn nightclub! Just wonderful. Too much audience always made it hard on them, and now, it was even worse. Tyler walked out of the car, made sure that his short swords were there, and that he had his gun loaded with the probable bullets, as he entered the shabby looking place. It was already around ten in the evening, that meant the place started to get crowded by stupid teenagers who wanted to "make their dream come true" and become a vampire. What these potheads didn't know was that they were actually becoming vampires, or, if they weren't strong enough, they simply died.

Tyler walked up to the bar, and spoke loudly , trying to get his voice louder than the music itself, which by the way, was probably chosen in a very bad taste." Excuse me, where is the meeting of the Vampire Club?" He asked trying to pass for a teenager. He would though. Maybe a slightly older looking teenager, but he would, defiantly. The grumpy looking bartender snorted and pointed to some odd door, once Tyler looked towards the same direction, he noticed a few girls who were dressed in a very very low amount of clothes entering the small room with the red door. Tyler nodded as a thanks to the barman and followed them. Once he got there though, he opened the door slowly and glanced around.

"Please, sit down young man! we're about to start." Suddenly. Tyler felt a cold hand against his shoulder, so cold he could actually feel it through his leather jacket. He nodded to the man and glanced at him. Okay, there was one, but there was no way that he worked alone. He sat down next to one of the girls from before, that started giggling and blushing. Tyler was deffinetly a looker, so it was obvious why they reacted like that. Soon, the lights went off, and the show was about to start.

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"I don't know, why don't you try golf or something?" The blond spoke into the phone in an annoyed tone, before blowing out a stream of smoke, one red-tipped nail flicking the stick in her hand. "Hold on," She muttered into the device, before looking at the barista at the coffee stand she stood at. "No, sweetie, I said vanilla not mocha," She muttered, hand motioning to the other squirt bottle. "Yea, good job." She chided.

"Golf is terrible." The grouchy voice on the other end of the line interrupted, tired of being held off. When no response came quick enough, the girl still watching the barista too closely, the man shouted. "Esmeralda!"

"Then, I dunno, Joshua. What's what sport with the pucks and the hotch-scotch board called?" She asked, taking another drag off her cigarette, before handing the girl behind the bar a five and taking the coffee.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." The man replied.

"You know, the thing where you push a puck on the ground with a stick, but its not hockey. There's like markings and stuff," She muttered vaguely as she walked to her bike.

"... shuffleboard?"

"Yes! That! Play shuffleboard!" She spoke.

"I'm forty-two, not seventy-five!" Joshua yelled indignantly.

"Well, I'm just trying to help you ease your boredom." The girl muttered, dropping her cigarette. "I don't know what to tell you. You have a shit leg and can't hunt anymore. Wanna shoot something? Get Black Ops." For five years now, she had listened to the man bitch about being bored. She had lost count of the amount of times she had told the man to get a hobby. "Or write a goddamn book, or get a girlfriend, or something. You whine like a child." The man simply huffed, not bothering to respond. "So, what's the word, you figure out that internet machine and got me a coordinate yet?" She asked as she chugged down the vanilla chia something or rather froufrou coffee she had become addicted to.

"Yea, it's called Club Crypt." He spoke, ignoring her comment about the 'internet machine.' "I'll text you the address."

"Oooo, I'm working with some creative ones this time." She mocked. "This should be easy." She muttered, tightening the straps on her saddlebags. "Alright, well, I'm going to hit the road. Sun will be setting in not too long and I got some distance to cover." The coffee was already done, drained within moments, and tossed into a nearby bin.

"Be careful." Joshua spoke into the phone. "Call me when you're done."

"I always do," Full lips pulled back into a slight smile. "I love you, Joshy-boo-boo." She cooed.

"Love you, too, Essie." The girl's hand moved to click the phone off, and slip it into the holster on her belt. Flipping the long blond braid over her shoulder, a helmet was soon smacked over her head. Running her fingerless-gloved hands over the zipper, she closed the leather jacket around her frame, the black fabric molding to her like a second skin.

Straddling the bike, she fired the beast up and listened to him growl. She pulled into the street, metallic monster raging below her, and sped off into the distance to hunt down some suckers.


It was dark when she arrived at the club. She had stopped a while back and changed into something more 'club appropriate.' Unfortunately, the skanky clothes that women wore to clubs didn't offer much hiding. So, her dearly beloved Xavier was left on the Harley, while retractable stakes and various throwing knives were tucked into her boots, skirt and bra, with a glock hidden in the coffin purse she clasped in her lace-covered hand. How she envied male hunters. Dudes could wear anything to clubs. Girls, no, they had to pull the stops or call attention to themselves. Of course, it had taught her to kick all kinds of ass in stilettos.

Stepping into the cheesy club, with awful music pumping, smoke machines and red lights giving it a cheesy feel, the girl took in her surroundings. A few security guys, perhaps two of which were actually humans. Dumbass humans writhing in the awful beats, a handful with vampires hoping to get lucky. A red door in the back opened, permitting some teenage kids who had watched Interview with a Vampire a few too many times. Finger toying with a blond curl, she made her way over to the door, and stepped inside.

Taking a seat on a plush red chair, her fingers moved to toy with her necklace as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. As those who appeared in-charge readied to start their ceremony or club, whatever you wanted to call it, another small group came in. A few more scantily clad girls, and one guy who didn't quite look like he belonged there. There was something familiar about his features, but she didn't have long to study it before the lights flicked off, and the ceremony began.

"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen! I hope you are ready to the one thing that will change your life for good. You, my dear audience, are going to live forever! And guess what, your body won't age, not even one bit! You will stay as beautiful and as young as you are now, for all eternity... Well, that is of course if someone won't decide to stick a wooden stake into your heart, then you're screwed!" The deep voice spoke from out of the darkness. It was odd. It wasn't your regular darkness in which your eyes can get used to it and actually start and see figures, it was a complete darkness. It reminded Tyler of this one time when he visited a place where they want to let you know how blind people feel.

Tyler took a deep breathe, okay, he couldn't panic, he needed to trust his senses.

"I shall begin with you my child!" The voice spoke again, but now it was slightly closer.. In fact very close, before all of a sudden the scream of a girl could be herd, right next to Tyler. Tyler tensed up as he pulled out his revolver and swiftly shot to the direction where the shot came from.

"Oh! What do we have here? A hunter perhaps?" The deep voice asked, and you could hear he was smirking. "Well, Feast my new child! And I shall protect you from that human that wishes to end you!" The man grinned as all of a sudden you could hear another scream, one of a man this time, was this the new born? This was going out of control. Tyler got up and tried to shoot off the vampire but he couldn't hear his steps. Where was he? More screams could be herd around the room, and after a few seconds Tyler could feel a cold breathe against the back of his neck, that followed by a whisper."You're done for, kiddo." The same voice from before spoke, only with more venom in his tone.

All of a sudden, Tyler felt as if something was grabbing tightly to his neck, and lifting him up from the ground. He shuffled a bit and grabbed to the frozen hands that held him up, trying to release himself, but the man had a deadly grip on him.

Then, the lights went on, and the sight was simply shocking. About four people, laid in a blood puddle, with no life spirit, and a few more were simply standing there terrified. Damn it, it couldn't be good.

"You see my children, this is the veil creature that wishes to kill us the immortals. There are hundreds of them, if not thousands, and each and everyone of them is wishing to kill us. I will show you how to kill them, so, you will see who is stronger. The Hunter, or the Prey." The man smirked as he bared his fangs hissing lightly, bringing them close to Tylers neck, the sharp teeth scraping the thin skin of his neck. Tyler struggeled and tried to kick him off, but nothing seemed to work."Fuck--"

As the lights flicked off, the room was enveloped in thick darkness. Esme sat quietly for a moment, eyes closing as she listened to her surroundings, trying to get a feel for the situation. The door was only a few feet to her right, she could easily open it and allow light to filter in. But, before she could move, a scream filled the room, a young girl meeting the cold bite of a vampire. Immediately following the scream with a gunshot, aimed in the dark. And with that, all hell broke loose. The humans jumped up, heels clicking across the floor as they tried to escape. The vampires tried to hold them steady, their leader continuing to chat his face off in the darkness.

Esme worked her way towards the door, getting knocked off track several times. She knew if she could just get some light into the room, she would be able to help try to get the situation at least seemingly under control. She hadn't expected a cluster-fuck like this when she had arrived that night. Finally, after feeling along the wall for what seemed forever, and being slammed into a few times by quarreling people and vamps, she grasped the doorknob. Pressing it, the door opened, allowing the dim light of the club to seep in, but that was enough.

She was stormed by people running out, screaming, pushing passed her. Once those lucky enough to escape were gone, high-tailing it out of the club, she moved back into the dark room. Her hand felt across the wall, finally finding the lights. As they flicked on, she slammed the door. Gawking on-lookers didn't need to see what was to follow. Some morons still stood against the wall, too shocked to move. Others, lay in a pool dead. And nearby, one sucker held a guy - possibly the trigger-happy hunter - off the ground by his throat.

As he spewed his monologue and went in for the bite, Esme's hand slowly slid down her pin-stripped, thigh-high skirt, fingers slipping into the impossibly tall, lace-up leather boots that ended a few inches below the barely-there fabric. Two fingers grasped the hilt of one of her silver throwing knives, and within an instant, she flung the small dagger. The small silver blade spun through the air, before meeting its mark - the sucker's eyeball. Deadly? No. Effective? Yes. Mean as shit? Hell yea.

He recoiled with a yowl, hand quickly releasing the other man as it moved to cover his wound. The girl's hand moved to the hem of her skirt, fishing out one of her retractable stakes, while her other hand snatched another throwing knife from her boot. One of the vamps charged, and the stake slammed into his chest, planting several inches in, though not quite the correct place. Growling, the girl gave it a hard tug, booted foot moving up to kick the bastard back, off the point of her weapon. As he recovered from the attack, she hit again, this time on target.

She didn't have time to retrieve the metal stick before another was at her back, arm locking around her neck. She slashed at his arm with the small throwing knife, heavy boot slamming back into his shin, the man letting out a yelp as the hard wedge slammed into the bone. He held tight, her attack not breaking his resolve. "Oh, a stubborn one?" She growled, flicking the knife around in her palm. Slamming her fist against his side, she planted the blade between two ribs. That broke his hold, the creature staggering back. Free of her newest attacker, she reached down, once again snatching the stake from the now-dead creature at her feet, before turning to face the other. As she spun, she glanced over at the other hunter, simply to ensure he wasn't dead yet.

All of a sudden the cold grip of the undead creature released him as Tyler fell down to the ground, not managing to balance himself he fell on his knees. But not for too long. He balanced himself up as he saw the girl that saved him. Well, sure, she saved him, but that dagger could easily hit his own eyeball and not the vampires'. Though he wasn't going to complain, if she wouldn't be there, he would be done for, or turned to one of them, for the worst scenario.
The blonde's movements seemed like she was dancing, really, it was so rough and yet graceful, Perishing moves that soon killed all the vampires around the room.


Tyler wanted to help her but she didn't even gave him a chance, and frankly, it didn't seem like she needed any sorts of help. Who was that girl?and how come Tyler never met her before? He knew a lot of the hunters but not her, though he was positive he saw her somewhere.
Once everything was done, Tyler rubbed his neck a bit, still having the feeling of that disgusting creature holding to him. He walked up to the young woman and flashed her a grin as he reached a hand to shake."Tyler Thompson." He said as he glanced at her.

"Nice job over there blondie, I knew you were a hunter the moment you walked in. Sure, you dressed up like all the other low self esteem girls around here, but you look far more intelligent than they were. I mean, Why, for the love of god and everything that's holy, would someone go to be turned into a vampire?" He asked trying to start a conversation. Tyler was a charmer at times, but not today, today he flunked big time,and if his father would know that he was captured in such an easy mission, he would probably deny the fact he was his son at all, but.

The stake slammed into the chest of the second vampire, the girl's other hand going to tug out the throwing knife. Behind her, the leader of the group regained his senses. Male hunter forgotten, the man charged her, growling, wanting blood for his damaged eye. Turning, Esme flung her leg out, boot slamming into the charging vampire's stomach. He was kicked back momentarily. Unfortunately, not long enough for her to really think of what to do. After all, she was a little short on weaponry.

He grabbed her arm, snatching her towards him. Reaching up, her palm smacked into the dagger, earning another whimper from the guy. Well, that would buy her enough time. She dashed the few feet to her abandoned stake, lace encased hand wrapping around the metallic exterior. Snatching it from the molting corpse, she turned, bringing it home. As the leader sank, she looked around, taking in the rest of the room. The other humans had scattered, as had whatever smart vampires were in the room. Probably for reinforcements. It would be a good idea to not be here when they got back.

Her thumb moved to the button on the stake, tapping it, the tip retracting. The silver tube was slipped back into the hem of the black pleated skirt. Reaching town, she snatched the knife from the socket, small white orb coming out with it. "Bleh," She muttered, a slight snarl falling over her features. No matter what sick shit she saw, that always got her. Eyeballs. Ew. With her pointer finger, she pushed the gooey ball off the blade, watching as it fell to the ground, and bounced twice. The sight was almost enough to make her retch. They were so gooey and disgus-

"Tyler Thompson." Her thoughts were interrupted, a hand grasping her spare one. Honey eyes flicked up to the man, head cocking to the side. He flashed her a cocky grin, before congratulating her on her kills. She listened for a moment, a bit taken aback. No 'thanks for saving my trigger-happy ass'?

"It's a very alluring proposition." She mused at his ponderance. "Immortality, simply for the act of light cannibalism? Plenty of people would take that." She shrugged, thumb slipping the knife back into its spot. Now where was the other one? Her eyes moved back to the man, a smile falling over her features. "Esme," She spoke, realizing she hadn't responded with her own name. Ah, there. She spotted her abandoned dagger in another creature a few feet away. "Excuse me a second," She smiled, moving passed him, snatching the blade from the corpse and polishing the blood off it with the being's shirt, before tucking the blade back into its spot. It was fairly easy to see Esme wasn't the best in social situations, her feral nature more in-tune with fighting than having a nice chat.

"Well," She spoke, wedge boot stepping over a body, back towards the man. "Tyler, was it?" She added, "I have a very real feeling that in a few minutes, some of the suckers from out there," She motioned to the club. "Are going to come in here to check on their pals. So, I think it in our best interest to maybe hit the exit." She shrugged. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I can always use a bit more cardio and this kicks Zumba's ass, but I'm not really in the mood for another go..." She muttered.

Heading towards the exit, she could practically hear Joshua in her head, chastising her for not being nice to other hunters. Apparently, having allies was a good thing. Or something. "So, uh," She turned back towards him, awkwardly. "Maybe we can wind down in a bar... you can buy me a drink or two for, you know... saving your ass." She spoke, shrugging. Without really waiting for a response, she turned, slinking out the barely-opened door, and moving as unseen as possible out of the club.

"Esme". The blonde replied as she simply walked past him to take her other dagger that apparently was still in one of those creatures. Tyler took a step back and without noticing stood on something slippery. He nearly vomited when he saw that he stepped on the bloodsuckers eye. Taking off his shoe swiftly he grabbed one of the cloth's that were laid nicely on the tables and wiped the goo from his shoe, throwing it away."Not on my favorite shoes." He thought to himself but then his mind was caught off as the female hunter suggested them to leave. She was right, completely right. And as she started leaving, Tyler followed the young blonde trying to not be seen by the other vampires. It was a tad risky, since, they would probably feel the smell of blood on them, but, if they'd move fast enough then they'll be safe.

Once the both of them were already out of the club, Tyler sighed in a relief and looked at her with a raised eyebrow."Yeah. Alright, alright, you did very well in there, but I could have handled them without you too. I was just waiting for the right moment, you know, to catch them off guard." Tyler replied defensively. He hated the fact that a woman saved his ass and wouldn't dare to admit it, even if this was the reality. "But I don't mind buying you a drink or two, I was going to hit the bar afterwards anyway and company sounds great." He said and flashed another one of his grins that seemed pretty cocky with those feline-like eyes of his.

"There they are!" A voice from behind yelled out, making Tyler to turn around and see a few more of these bloodsuckers that stood outside, pointing at the two, ready to attack. Okay, this time he was going to show her he was good too. He took out both of his swords, and waited until they were close enough as he slashes one of the vampires head off with one sword, while turning on his heel and slashing the other one with the second blade. He smirked lightly, this was far not the best of his performances but he had to get his ego back somehow, right? He knew that there was another vampire, but what the vampire didn't notice was that large, yellow, bright circle up in the sky that started to rise, burning the bloodsucker to ashes right before he could touch Tylers back.

The brown haired man grinned a bit as he walked over to his Mustang and opened the passengers door."After you, blondie." He said and grinned slightly.

As she strode back towards her bike, she heard the man offer that he could have saved himself and been just fine without her. He was just waiting for the right time. Esme's face remained stoic, amber eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and offense. "Oh, the right time?" She spoke dryly, her tone not telling if she was joking or not. "You mean, like, after he drained your blood and made you into his obedient man-slave?" He flashed another cocky grin, stating that he could buy her a drink or two. Before she could muster up any response, they were interrupted, a few brave vampires venturing out as dawn broke.

Tyler brandished two swords, that would have come in handy inside when she was, you know, killing the fuck out of vampires with a three-inch blade. Within an instant, two of the vampires were beheaded, the third making a wrong move and stepping into the first sunrays of the day. The rest, being perhaps a bit wiser, retreated before any damage could be done. She watched, almost bored, as the door closed and clicked locked.

"So, couldn't have pulled those two out inside?" She questioned, a blond brow arching. "Or was that part of your master plan?" She added, her tone once again laying somewhere between taunting and serious. They made the short walk back to the nearby parking lot, where he opened the door to a classic Mustang. "Thanks for the offer, Ty," She spoke, sauntering to her Harley. "But my Daddy taught me not to get into cars with strange men." She paused. "And you're kind of strange..." She added, the first hint of a smirk falling over her plump lips. The guy was a little amusing. Sure, cocky, unthankful, and a shit hunter... but amusing. Grasping her helmet, she slapped it on, before raising the shield. "Lead the way, I'll follow." She spoke, before slamming the reflective plastic back over her face and straddling the bike.

Tyler snorted lightly when she made the comment about him becoming a man slave. She was surely a feisty one, and that just made Tyler want to bring her down even more. So, after she showed off her Harley motorcycle he shook his head and shrugged."As you wish blondie." He said refusing to call her by her name. The man got inside his vehicle and then started the engine, making it roar about three times, obviously to show off his amazing car. Or as he liked to call her, his little baby. He started the car and then drove off, making sure she followed him throughout the way.

As soon as they got to a different town, not too far from the one they were at, Tyler parked the car in a Pub named "The Broken Stool" One of the most well known pubs hunters usually visited. the owner himself was a hunter in his free time. He parked the car there, next to a car that was slightly similar to his, and then got out of it, of course, not before patting the wheel. He streched lightly and walked over the Esme, glancing at her."You probably know this place, right? It seems that you've been hunting for a while now, so you have to know this place." He grimed a bit before motioning her to follow him. As he entered the place he sat down beside the bar as the bartneder greeted him with a strong handshake.

"Tyler, do you know the famous Eric Marsh? He's sitting right there, over there!" The bartender said as he motioned towards a man, that seemed to be in his mid fifties, that was sitting and had a slightl resemblance to Tyler. Though, as soon as Tyler herd this name he felt as if his stomach was about to flip off. He got up and cleared his throat, faking a cough."You know what, I think I'll leave." He said calmly as he walked over to the blonde and took her hand sternly."Lets go to some place else, okay? Okay." he said before pulling her along with him, hoping she won't ask too many questions.

As the man revved his engine, Esme couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit. Men. Petty, silly crybabies they were, the whole lot of them. When he was finally finished showing off his car, he pulled from the lot, and she followed. On the ride, she regretted her clothing choice. The scant fabric was not exactly comfortable on the bike, with the breeze flying by her. Shivers ran down her back, the adrenaline from the fight no longer keeping her warm. Plus, shifting gears in her current footwear was a bitch.

They came to a stop by a hunter bar, and the girl powered down the beast. Flinging her legs back over to the same side, she stood up, and tugged the helmet off her head. Holding it under one arm, she waited for Tyler to get out of his car and head over to the bar. "Yea, I've been here," She replied, eyeing the bar. She typically didn't hang out at hunter bars, besides when she needed to restock supplies. The hunter "crowd" wasn't her general scene. They were all so damned glum most of the time.

Following him in, she slipped onto the stool beside him, helmet dropping into the one next to her. Flicking opened the tacky coffin purse, she pulled out a pack of smokes, tapped it on her wrist a few times, before tugging a stick out. A zippo followed, flame hovering under the tip for a moment until it ignited. Blowing out a stream of smoke, she tapped the cigarette once or twice before placing it back between her lips, and working the lace gloves from her hands. Once they were free, she dropped the gloves into her purse, and closed it back, before dropping it next to the helmet. Taking the stick back between her fingers, her eyes followed as the bartender motioned for the famous so-and-so. The name she didn't catch.

Her eyes traced over the fellow. Being fairly keen at perception, something that kept her arse alive, realization hit her fairly fast, and a smirk fell over her lips. The smirk grew as her eyes fell back to Tyler, the girl's simper almost resembling the Grinch when he got his wonderful, awful idea. He cleared his throat, then feigned a cough, before stating he had to leave. Before she could laugh, he grabbed her hand and gave a tug. While she would usually yank her hand away during such a situation, she was far too amused at the moment to bother. She simply placed the stick back in her mouth, grabbed her stuff with her spare hand and looked at the bartender. "Had a great time," She beamed passed the smoke, before allowing the boy to yank her outside.

Back outside of the bar, she snatched her hand free and ashed her smoke. Blowing out a stream, she eyed Tyler. "Someone's got Daddy issues," She smirked, corners of her mouth pointed up in amusement. "Or Uncle issues, maybe." She added. "With issues like that, it's a wonder you aren't covered in glitter taking your clothes off for strange men," she mused, amused. "Wait... do boys with daddy issues strip, or just girls?" She then pondered aloud, taking another drag off the stick.