Dust in the wind (open)

[nathan]

Nathan moved forward looking down at the vampire writhing and snivelling on the floor with only disgust, not even the slightest bit of empathy or pity. Out of all the races he deemed vampires to be the most pathetic, blood suckers that seemed to think of themselves higher than every life form. Well he had knocked that sense of superiority out of this one, that was for certain. Walking casually towards the vampire, who was now trying to move away, back resting on the wall of the apartment, leaving blood trails in its wake. He struck then, bringing the base of his two barrel shotgun down on its skull hard, hearing a satisfying crack as it was thrown back to the grimy carpet. "You make me sick" Nathan growled, spitting on the creature writhing on the floor. He had been called that morning by a Neko that was having problems, a vampire that had been pestering her and trying to take her away. As soon as she had mentioned she thought it was involved with the slave trade he was there, thoughts of his lost love spurring him onto fury.

It hadn't been hard as this vampire was weak, a new blood with a ego the size of the ocean, fucking punk. Licking his lips to take away the dryness, Nathan placed his booted foot on the vampires head, pressing down hard as it wailed and shouted. But there was little else it could do, he had injured it pretty badly and although the cuts and breaks where healing he would be finished before it could fight back again. He had also gained an injury but it was already half healed, two slices from the things nails racking along his chest. But he looked like a right state his blood mixed with the vampires blood, turning his once white shirt a deep shade of red, bare arms covered in blood and specs of it on his face. He well and truly looked like a monster and although he might believe otherwise it was obvious that he was.
Nathan was getting sick of torturing the vampire and so dropped his foot, wishing that his lycan blood could handle a silver cross so that he could be done with this straight away. Instead he scowled, chewing the gum in his mouth as he looked down in loathing before raising the shotgun and aiming the two barrels at the vampires arms. At close range the bullets where deadly and made short work of the flesh and bone, nearly severing the arms from the blows. Kicking each to further tear off the thin strips of muscle connecting each to the joints he snorted, believing he had pretty much disarmed the vamp.

Grabbing hold of the vampires leg he ignored its screams, dragging it towards the nearest window and to a fate he already knew about. It was after all bright day light outside and the fledging vampire was no more strong enough to survive Uv light than he was to eat silver bullets. So casting one last bitter look at the pathetic being he smiled falsely, "bye bye mate. I think I will take the stairs and meet you down, hope that's fine with you". Then with his left hand still holding his gun he used his right arm to throw the vamp out of the window, glass smashing in its wake as it plummeted to the ground below. He could hear its screams as the sun burned into its body, turning it to mere dust. Spitting his gum out on the floor he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it casually as though nothing had happened in the blood stained room. Then when it caught alight and he took a deep inhale he left, walking through the apartment corridors, the floors creaking with every step as he went past all the other flats with their doors tightly sealed. Heading down the stairs and out into the day he shivered slightly against the cold breeze, moving to where the vampire would have landed. But yet it was already gone, mere dust in the wind. smirking he turned, pulling on his leather jacket to mask at least some of the blood stains and guard him from the cold. "Another job well done" he muttered, cigarette bobbing on his lips as he spoke.

[edie]

She had just finished a shoot, a job you might say. Now she was on a mission, she had spent the night before drinking herself into a stupor among the company of a Lycan, and now she was still craving alcohol. Damn her addictive tendencies. Though by the way she looked now, no one would have ever suspected that she was still incredibly hungover. She rubbed her fingers one her forehead, in the space between and above her eyebrows.

She stopped once she had heard the smashing of the glass and screams of a dying vampire.
"What fresh hell?" Ellie muttered to herself, probably a hunter nearby, or some sort of deal gone wrong. She shoved her hands in her coat pocket after placing her sunglasses on her face to shield her eyes.

The young model had only taken a few steps when Nathan had exited the building beside her. She could smell the hint of the recently deceased Vampires blood on him and, just like whenever the scent of blood flooded her nasal cavities, she fought the urge to gag. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and brought her coat up toward her nose the block out the smell.

Now her hunched appearance had made her seem like a reclusive turtle rather than the fierce model/mercenary that she was. Ellie had kept walking like she hadn't even noticed the startling man that had just appeared from the building.

[nathan]

Nathan slung his shotgun over his shoulder, it fitting comfortably in the holster on his back keeping it out of the way until he needed it again. Taking another drag of his smoke he watched a woman walking by the apartment building. He had noticed her as he left the apartment but didn't give her much attention but now that he was sure his vamp problem was no more he noticed her properly. Smirking he took another drag as he watched her, noticing her hunched posture. She was blatantly trying to pretend she hadn't seen anything but her posture said otherwise. The cogs whirred in Nathan's head as he considered heading back home or following her, instantly choosing the latter. He had sadistic tendencies at times and right now with the sent of blood lingering in his nose they where strong. So he moved out onto the main street, walking fast to catch her.

From what he could tell she was a human, or maybe a neko. It was so hard to tell these days and since inbreeding was common she could even be a bit of both. Still sounded like she would taste good he thought momentarily before passing the idea off, he was too wired to eat now and besides he had his fill that morning with a young blond. So he followed her for his own enjoyment, not bothering to hide the blood as he hoped for it to cause a response. Eventually catching her step he walked at the same pace, although on the other side of the road. Now he could get a better look at her and find that she was in deed gorgeous, genes like that had to be partially from a neko. A fire ignited in him for the first time in years but it didn't last long and he went back to studying her appearance, believing a persons character was often placed by their appearance. Where that placed him however, soaked with blood he would never know.

Her outfit screamed out expensive to him and he wondered if she had friends or family that where willing to pay top dollar for her back if she mysteriously got kidnapped. But money was little issue to him and so as he crossed the road he kept all of his weapons away, giving her his best smile as he came close to her, walking beside her. He had already freaked her out probably as she would have no doubt spotted him looking at her, but whatever element of fear he could gain made him feel powerful and he loved it. "So." he trailed off, looking at her and wishing he could rip off her glasses, finding not seeing peoples eyes very irritating. "I couldn't help but notice you passed by that scene of mine over there.. So sorry if there was anything that disturbed you or freaked you out. Not my intention I assure you"

The nice tone in his voice felt fake, even to him and he scowled momentarily. She reminded him of his wife with the soft brown hair and feminine features, back all those years ago and it was freaking him out. His wife had been less dolled up of course but the resemblance was still there, and the flashes of fond memories where making him for the most part want to actually be civil.

[edie]

Just like that she had his attention. It was almost getting too easy nowadays, but it's not like Ellie was complaining about the attention. She stopped when Nathan began talking to her and a sly smirk spread across her features. She studied him from behind her dark sunglasses. Ellie had to admit that she certainly was fond of his looks, she was willing to get over her disdain for socializing with others if it meant that she got to spend time talking with Nathan.

For now, it was time to dazzle. She pushed her sunglasses off her face onto the top of her head, he soft brown hair being pulled with it and framing her face. Her startling blue eyes gazed up at him with a sense of childlike curiosity and playfulness. So far so good for not liking or having a particular skill in interacting with others.

"That was YOUR scene?" she asked, feigning surprise. Even though the smell of blood was getting to her she remained composed. After all, she had just finished work and was still in the mind frame for it, so it was professionalism all the way.

Picking up on his emotions, she could tell that he was feigning nice and that it was bothering him. This brought another small smirk to her face. That meant that he wasn't a fan of being polite either, something they had in common already even though that hadn't said more than one sentence to each other.

She turned her head away for a moment, playing coy and allowing him a full-on look at her profile. Then turning her attention back to him, she met his eyes fleetingly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "It wouldn't be the first time I've seen something unusual in this city" she finished with a slight shrug. As a habit, the pads of her thumbs began rubbing against the seam of her jacket pocket. Normally this would be where any normal person would introduce themselves, but Ellie wanted to hold an air of mystery still. After all, once someone knew your name, they had a certain amount of power of you.

[nathan]

Nathan gave a slight smirk as she seemed to read his mind, pushing the annoying sunglasses up to reveal her eyes. He had no idea why she kept such eyes hidden, the startling shade of blue being rather impressive. "Sure that was my scene, that vamp was irritating me far too much. Kept whining about this and that, couldn't deal with it" Nathan answered, ignoring the obvious fake surprise.

As she turned her head he let his eyes drift down her body, taking in her figure appreciatively. She wasn't bad that was for sure and he licked his bottom lip. As she looked back at him he didn't even bother hiding the fact that he'd been looking, more raising an eyebrow and grinning mischievously. He didn't care if she knew he was checking her out, she would probably see it more of a compliment than anything. " I guess not, cant say we are in the best neighbourhood. Around here strange is defined as a day without a little bloodshed"

As she began to play with the pocket of her jacket Nathan looked away down the street, this hadn't exactly turned into the intimidating conversation he was going for, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy with where it was going. Noticing a figure walking in the distance, stomping down the path like he owned it Nathan scowled, finding it highly annoying. He almost considered pulling out his gun again, shooting down the guy before he could get any more annoyed. Normally he would have, the littlest reasons being enough for him to kill but right now he had company, and the slender female by his side did look an awful lot like his late wife. Even in the way she talked, and he both disliked and loved the fact. So instead of being his rude arrogant self he thought hard over each word, treating this stranger almost like he would treat his wife, something anyone who knew him would find odd. So instead of acting rashly Nathan tried his best to ignore the annoying figure ahead, focusing on anything else he could.

Noticing that he still had a cigarette burning away to itself between his fingers he raised it for another drag, inhaling deeply and instantly feeling his stress evaporate slightly. Blowing out the smoke he turned to her, cigarette still raised near his mouth. She was beautiful and he was fucking the situation up, boring her with his small talk. "My names Nathan anyway" he said with a smile, one that nearly showed his teeth, cant say he wasn't trying. He nearly raised his hand for her to shake but he wasn't that socially withdrawn, knowing how to treat a women at least. Besides his fingerless gloves were sodden with blood, he could feel it when he flexed his fingers, bringing the nearly finished cigarette up for another drag. He expected that she would introduce herself then, but maybe not as he was just a random stranger harassing her in the street. He put out the finished cigarette, using his hand as such a small burn would heal fast and placed it in his pocket, he hated litterers. Considering getting another one out he decided to be polite "you smoke?" he asked, eyebrow raised curiously. Smoking was a filthy habit, but it was one he was very fond of.

He wondered for a moment where this conversation was actually heading, she didn't seem to dislike his presence after all. She seemed the strong type, able to look after her own but yet he couldn't help his masculine instincts coming into play, wanting to protect and guard, thinking she really shouldn't be roaming the streets on her own. He considered telling her this fact but guessed that it wouldn't be very well received.

[edie]

"Sure that was my scene, that vamp was irritating me far too much. Kept whining about this and that, couldn't deal with it"

She could tell he ignored the fake surprise, after all, Ellie was the queen of faking things when she wanted to, and it wasn’t hard for an expert faker to spot another. When she turned her attention back to him, she saw his wandering eyes and a shot of adrenaline began to ebb and flow through her body. It wasn’t as if she didn’t get enough attention from her job, but the thrill of being checked out by a total stranger was something that never got old for Ellie. The fact that she knew that they were thinking of her enough to look her up an down was enough to give Ellie a little power trip.

Immediately she picked up on the scowl and followed his gaze towards the figure that was walking down the street with purpose. Internally the girl cursed herself for not having her dual Falcatas strapped to her upper thighs as per usual, but then again she remembered that she wasn’t alone, and the other person with her had a much stronger weapon than she did. Though that was a comforting though, she still felt a little bit naked without the blades pressing against the bare skin of her legs. Ellie inhaled the smoke second hand from his cigarette and suddenly began craving the nicotine filled death stick. That wasn’t a habit she had quite kicked, although she only smoked when she was drinking, she deducted that after her night on binge drinking she could sure use one.

My names Nathan anyway

“Nathan…”she said, rolling the man’s name off her tongue, liking the way it sounded. A grin appeared on her lips as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, “You can call me El, for now” she concluded, smirk still holding strong. She of course never gave her name out to anyone she just met, simply going by one syllable, but if whoever she met already happened to know her name and reputation, she couldn’t argue, it just meant they knew high fashion. When he offered her a cigarette, she graciously accepted with a nod and an almost exasperated sigh.
“I’d love one, my manager says I need to quit…she’s a pain in the ass really” she said with a roll of her eyes and a small airy laugh. Ellie had stopped stemming by rubbing the pads of her thumbs against the fabric of her coat, which meant she was beginning to loosen up a little. Which, in her mind, was always a good and a bad thing.