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Post by Natalia Anna Sutherland on Apr 27, 2008 11:37:57 GMT -4
Natalia was on her knee's at the graveyard, she was delivering flowers to her Mom's grave. Now and again tiny tears rolled down her eyes, its a good job it was nightime. She hated people seeing her at her worst, she reckons they get the fun of seeing her weep. She prefers to remain strong, like her Mom always was, she liked to think her Mom is still around, watching over her. Natalia suddenly felt a light breeze move a couple of strands of her hair, the leaves of tree's started to rustle, the breeze getting stronger. As soon as she turned around with her shot gun, it stopped, she was ever so curious lately..
Nothing was there. Everything was silent. Something was up.
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Post by Meg Masters on Apr 27, 2008 11:53:01 GMT -4
Meg Masters had stayed within the shadows as she completed her ritual. The body of the grounds keeper at her feet blood pooling around him from the gash which ripped across the old man’s throat. Everyone served a purpose and he had been her calling card, she figured he should count himself lucky to have been able to be such a small insignificant part of something which was so much bigger then he was.
The faint sound of someone crying filtered through the night sky and Meg couldn’t help but allow a small smirk to cross her lips. The call had been brief and she knew that she needed to get a closer hold of the Winchester’s but till then who was to say she couldn’t have a bit of fun. She stood up careful to be silent as she made her way towards the noise.
“Well it seems as if my luck just gets better and better,” she whispered to herself as she eyed the girl draw her shot gun from a distance. She straightened out her shirt and made her way from the shadows grabbing a handful of flowers from a grave as she went towards a nearby stone in regards to where the girl was at.
“Sorry for the interruption…just came to see my…brother…” Meg said with what she hoped was a genuine enough smile as she set the flowers down on top of the grave.
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Post by Natalia Anna Sutherland on Apr 27, 2008 11:59:30 GMT -4
Natalia knew there was something extremely weird about this girl, the stutters in her voice was enough to give it away. But she just played it cool, who was she to judge someone who's relative had passed away. Even if she was a demon, no one could be sick enough to fake someone elses death but she could never be sure, she looked down at her shotgun. She was wondering why the girl was acting so calm about the gun, she had to be a demon. Natalia had a plan, she got out her holy water, disguised as just a plain water bottle, she opened the bottle top, pretending to sip some water. "Oh.. Its okay. I was just going anyway." She smiled, fakely, standing up and bumped into her, spilling the holy water on her, waiting for a reaction. She then picked up her gun, rather eagerly.
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Post by Meg Masters on Apr 27, 2008 12:17:54 GMT -4
Meg kept her eyes trained upon the girl who she could only assume was a hunter if not a paranoid girl standing in a graveyard with a shot gun in the middle of the night. Meg allowed her eyes to briefly scan over the name of the stone in front of her as the girl began to speak to her. In the few seconds she had taken in as much of the girl as she could anyways considering.
“Have a safe night,” Meg replied with a smile as she eyed the gun.
“Not that it seems like you would have much trouble with…” Meg jerked backwards with a slight hiss as the holy water made contact with her skin burning the flesh immediately. Ok so she had under-estimated Barbie’s capability of sensing shit so late at night. She reared around on the girl her eyes dark and a look of anger across her face.
“Be careful who you go spelling stuff on,” she hissed swiftly kicking the shot gun the girl held within her grasp.
“It’s not polite to point things after all,” she hissed pulling her own pistol from her hip and training it directly between the girl’s eyes.
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Post by Natalia Anna Sutherland on Apr 27, 2008 12:27:22 GMT -4
Natalia acted all innocent, like a sweet little girl, begging for mercy. She knew she wasn't deep inside, it was all an act for her next move. "Please.. I'll do anything." She said, fakely and put on her best crocodile tears she had inside her. Her eyes drew attention at the rustling of the tree's, she knew something else was lurking around, she didn't exactly care about the demon. She could take care of her later, or now, since she was holding a gun up to her face. Natalia grabbed the end of the gun, which was rather a stupid move, because the demon could shoot the palm of her hand anytime now. But as quick as a flash, she pulled the gun away, kicking her in the nose. Then pushing her, with a punch. She heard the rustling getting louder, she so badly wanted to check it out, but she knew this son of a bitch wouldn't let her move two steps back.
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Post by Meg Masters on Apr 27, 2008 12:36:31 GMT -4
Meg didn’t buy the girl’s little crocodile song and dance for a second but she figured she could play along as long as their little game didn’t take to long of course there was people to kill and plans to be set into motion. She had to hand it to the little bitch she was either quick or stupid…most likely both. Meg got a single shot off which buried itself in a nearby head stone as the girl made a grab for the gun.
The blood which dripped from her nose did nothing but piss Meg all the hell off and she jumped from the ground and with a jerk of her hand Meg sent the girl careening into an old grave stone the stone crumbling under the force.
“Lack of god damn manners apparently,” Meg hissed brushing away the blood from her face as she stood over the girl and kicked her once in the face for good measure. After all one good turn deserved another.
“So tell me sunshine what you doing out here all by your lonesome and crying into your milk?
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Post by Natalia Anna Sutherland on Apr 27, 2008 12:46:52 GMT -4
Natalia yelled in pain, as soon as her head hit the wall, she knew she wasn't strong enough to get back up. She looked up at the full moon "Of course.." She murmered to herself, she finally figured out that the werewolf's would be out and about, she heard distant screams and growling. She stared at the demon, she got really angry. "Why would you want to know?!" She snapped at her, she wasn't scared of her, she was scared for the peoples lifes at risks, she felt like growling angrily herself. But she just didn't have the strength, she wondered why some many demons are so nosey and want to know everything about everyone.
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Post by Meg Masters on Apr 28, 2008 8:23:53 GMT -4
Meg’s eyes flickered off to the distance for the moment as she heard the same panicked screams that the hunter in front of her had heard.
“It’s music to your ears really…screams…I tell you if you hunters would just take a few seconds outside of yourself to truly take it in I am sure you would understand the joys a pain filled and agonizing scream can bring,” Meg explained with a smirk as she continued to train her focus on the girl below her. It didn’t take much effort to for the moment hold her down after all she had bigger fish to fry so their little get together would have to be brief.
“Why do I want to know? Hmmm just nosey and because I can,” Meg snapped back kicking the girl once more in the stomach with enough force to crack a rib or two.
“Now opposed to belief I’m not here for you or well you directly anyways,” Meg said her eyes flickering back to their natural human color.
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Post by Natalia Anna Sutherland on Apr 28, 2008 11:09:38 GMT -4
Natalia looked at her eyes, she thought to herself 'Black eyed bitch.', she grinned at her own thought, but bitchiness wasn't going to get her anywhere, as soon as the black eyed demon took a shot at her, she needed to use a move that has been hidden for a very long time.
Natalia looked away, still thinking about all the innocent civilians, they all needed protecting for the things lurking in the dark, she just wished she could call her dad to come to the rescue, obviously not for her. For all the people that suffer through demons, for a very long time she hoped to stop hunting and have a normal life, but she thought that was extremely selfish, I mean.. billions of people could die without hunters around to protect people. Natalia turned back, looking at the demon in major disgust, blood was gushing everywhere, little drops coming from her nose, hitting the floor once it reached her chin.
All of a sudden, Natalia kicked her legs up, wrapping them around each side of Megs neck, she put her hands against the gravestone, for support, she flicked the demon over in a twirl, she heard a tiny snap in Megs neck, she knew it wasn't gonna cause damage, but Natalia would have enough time to run. Natalia held her ribs, in pain after that astonishing move, she had no idea where she developed the strength from. She got up, quickly, sprinting off into the distance, she knew it wasn't over just yet.
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Post by Meg Masters on Apr 29, 2008 15:37:16 GMT -4
Meg glared down at the girl in disgust she was proving to be more a pain in the ass then an actual form of amusement and it never turned out well when Meg got bored. People tended to die and lose limbs and there was just blood and guts and fun for the whole family really. She knew it was only a matter of time before the little bitch tried another attempt on her and sure enough it came a few seconds later. As Meg landed on the ground behind the stone she threw a few sticks aside which had snapped under the impact. Her eyes burned into the girl as she ran off into the distance.
“Aw but we aren’t even done playing yet,” Meg called after her a very thick sense of malice in her voice as she brushed her clothes off and took a few steps in the direction that the hunter had run off in. She focused her energy on a large stone angel which stood a few feet in front of the hunter and within a few seconds the statue pulled lose and smashed full force into the girl.
“I think she wants to say hello. You shouldn’t be rude I’m sure dead mommy wouldn’t want that,” Meg cried with a smirk as she glanced down to the grave the girl had stood in front of.
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