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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 9, 2009 23:48:28 GMT -4
Mercy Thompson had run away from home. She was aware that, at twenty-seven, it was a bit late to be doing so but nonetheless, run she had. Apparently, when she moved to the other side of town as soon as she turned eighteen, her parents hadn't taken the hint that she needed space. For nearly a decade more they forced their way into her life, making decisions, using the Hound of God deal as an excuse. They had to look after her because God had chosen her to fight for him blah blah fucking blah. Apparently the argument "I'm a grown woman with superhuman abilities, I think I can look after myself," was lost on them.
Why had she picked New Orleans? The place had always fascinated her, with it's hoodoo and voodoo and what not. It seemed like the kind of place where a woman who could turn into a wolf wouldn't be noticed. And maybe, she thought to herself, those goddam angels won't look for me here.
It was night when she finally arrived. She checked herself into a nice hotel, locked the door to the room, sat down on the bed and let out a very loud sigh. Alone in the room she could feel the absence of her parents and it hadn't felt quite the way she had expected it to. The room seemed too big for her to be alone in and she felt like a little kid again, away at her first school camp. Realizing how stupid she was being and how this meant she really had needed to get away from her parents, Mercy went to her bag and changed her shoes from nice black boots, to comfortable trainers. She had seen a graveyard around the corner and it seemed like a good place for a nighttime walk.
To most people, the idea of walking alone, at night, in a cemetery would be suicidal. Who knew what kind of freaks hung out there and what they would do to people they managed to find alone. But Mercy actually felt it quite relaxing, no one else was there at night, so no one was there to interrupt her peace. And any graveyard freaks who tried to pick a fight with her were easily dealt with.
Speaking of graveyard freaks... violent sounds were coming from the other side of a large crypt about ten feet ahead of her. "What the hell?" she muttered, heading towards commotion.
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Post by Carter on May 10, 2009 0:53:04 GMT -4
The job had been shit but then again they usually were especially when it came to dealing with the likes of other supernatural beings. But if there was one group of things that got under Carter’s skin it would have to be vampires. They thought they were God’s gift to the world and they had revolting eating habits…seriously far too much iron to be appetizing. But what was good with his line of work was that as annoying as they were they all died the same…and that was screaming.
Blood suckers or not though their money was still green and Carter had quickly learned long ago that the vampires in New Orleans had plenty to burn. Vampire or not Carter never made it his business to know why a certain group of people needed to be sent on to meet their maker he simply collected his fee shed some blood raised a little hell and was on his way. It had worked for him for 8 years now and every damn time he had tried to change it it had blown up in his face so why change what worked?
There had been a disagreement between the blood suckers. Somebody pissed someone off and Dracula got his cape in a twist and Carter had been hired to take out the offending nest before they contacted the mercenary themselves and hired him for a better price. Problem was for them was that after receiving their offer Carter took it to the “offending” nest and ended up doubling his money for the proper kill and it had kicked ass!
So packing up his swords and a snake Carter headed into the cemetery where the nest was located at and in a few moments there was enough bloodshed and gnashing of teeth to quench the devils desire for violence. Vampires were noisy sons of bitches when they died…but when they died they did it well like everything else they took part in. In 5 minutes time 9 headless corpses lay at Carter’s feet and his sword along with himself were drenched in blood and only one fanged wondered remained.
“Come on Count Chocula let’s just get this done with so we can both get the hell outta here…”
There was a quick flash of action to his left and Carter found himself slammed against a nearby mausoleum the force of the push cracking his head against the hard stone and for the briefest second causing a cluster of stars to flash before him. In the very next second Carter was off the ground swords in hand and a moment later the vampires head was rolling across the blood drenched ground.
“You were better off on friggin Sesame Street,” Carter muttered brushing the blood off of his face.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 10, 2009 1:12:11 GMT -4
As Mercy got closer, the scent of blood began to overwhelm her and she quickened her pace, hoping no body was too badly hurt. She rounded the corner of the crypt and froze. The sight that greeted her was not at all what she had expected. Nine bodies and nine heads littered the ground around the crypt, the grass drenched in blood. She could see inhuman teeth in one of the heads and realised the bodies were all vampires.
"Come on Count Chocula let's get this done with so we can both get the hell outta here..."
Mercy's head spun towards the sound but she barely had time to see what had happened when another body fell, it's head rolling across the ground.
"Holy shit," Mercy whispered, her eyes moving from the vampire to the man who had beheaded him. And then a new scent caught her attention. Underneath all the vampire blood was something else, something not entirely human, something she had never come across before. It was then that Mercy realised she was in trouble.
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Post by Carter on May 10, 2009 1:27:41 GMT -4
Carter was good at what he did…that would be why the hell he did it. The funny thing was that he had never had a day of training or anything of the like before the day he had picked up the sword and struck down the angel who had decimated his parents. It had come naturally…far more natural then he would ever admit and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he had his original parents to thank for that. But no matter where they came from Carter sure as hell knew how to sue the “skills” that had been given to him.
“All in a days work,” Carter grumbled as he cleaned off the blade of his sword.
"Holy shit.”
Carter’s head immediately snapped to attention as a new voice filled the night air.
“God damnit,” Carter growled not entirely kosher with the idea of another kill walking across his path but then again there was no loose ends where he was concerned. Gripping both swords in his hands Carter took several steps intot eh darkness before his eyes locked upon the creature…the woman who had made herself known whether she meant to or not.
A low growl forced its way from his throat as he tightened his grip upon his weapon; he wasn’t a fan of killing innocent people caught in the crossfire but there would always be casualties of war.
“Not your night toot…” Carter’s eyes narrowed as he felt something else about the woman in front of him. The woman…was something else just the same there was something faint about her that Carter immediately recognized it was the signature of a creature touched by angels so to speak.
“I had been wondering when the winged wonders would pick up their swords again…but a chick…really that’s the best they can do?” Carter growled his stance more then prepared to attack in a moments notice.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 10, 2009 1:45:26 GMT -4
Mercy watched the guy, whatever he was, as he tightened his grip on his sword. She had a feeling that all her strength and heightened senses weren't going to help much in this fight. Not only was he armed and she hadn't thought to bring her gun, but was probably just as strong as she was, if not stronger. Shit, shit, shit, she thought frantically, shit, shit, shit
When he narrowed his eyes at her she realised that he had figured out that she too wasn't entirly human. She looked into his eyes, hoping to see some kind of hesitance at taking on something that isn't as easy to kill as a human. No such luck. The swearing in her head intensified in volume and speed.
“I had been wondering when the winged wonders would pick up their swords again…but a chick…really that’s the best they can do?”
Winged wonders? Was he talking about angels? Did he think she was an angel? "I'm not a - " the second part of his statement wormed it's way into her brain. "but a chick…really that’s the best they can do?”
"Hey!" she said indignantly, not thinking through how stupid antagonizing the guy thinking of killing her was.
Finally the survival part of her brain kicked in with one word: Intimidation. She allowed a low canine growl to escape from her throat, and her eyes to change from human to slightly canine. See what he makes of that.
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Post by Carter on May 10, 2009 10:54:10 GMT -4
A satisfied smirk shown across Carter’s face as the woman…correction thing before him seemed to take offense at being classified merely as a girl
“Maybe not so much of a chick after all,” Carter whispered to himself as he watched the woman’s eyes switch from the human form to a flash of what could only be classified as canine of sorts.
He was damned near certain werewolves couldn’t turn it on like that; he had remembered taking out a few for a local nut job who wanted to study them and they sort of just went all hairy when their time of the month came knocking.
“Oh well now that we’re busting out magic tricks,” Carter replied his voice low and dangerous as his eyes took in his new target.
Usually he wouldn’t have bothered with her…depending on how much she had seen but being that he was still too strung out from the high of the vapire bastards and the fact that something about her was pissing him off…he was pretty certain it was the slight angelic scent that hung around her like a friggin night light but he couldn’t be certain.
In a blink of an eye Carter was gone from his spot infront of the woman and in the very next instance he was directly behind her.
“You should be careful hanging around graveyards at night ma’am…,” he whispered in her ear his lips so close the almost brushed against her his sword held tightly in his hand as he waited for his moment to strike her down and be done with it…but it was always nice to play with your food when given the chance you could say.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 10, 2009 18:31:02 GMT -4
There was something about this guy's scent that Mercy found familiar, but as a whole, it was so different from anything else she had come across that it was driving her mad with frustration. She supposed it could just be the vampire blood that was confusing her, but somehow she knew that wasn't it.
The reaction to her small change wasn't fear or hesitation. In fact, he looked like he wanted to kill her more. So much for plan A, she thought, on to plan B.
She blinked and suddenly he wasn't in front of her anymore. “You should be careful hanging around graveyards at night ma’am…,” he whispered from directly behind her, so close she could feel his breath on her skin. Oh come one, that ain't fair, she thought angrily. And why was he toying with her? Why not justs get on with killing her? Oh well, his mistake. She put her left hand on her right fist and drove her elbow into his solar plexus, stepped away from him, turned around and swung a roundhouse kick at him.
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Post by Carter on May 11, 2009 0:30:59 GMT -4
Carter couldn’t help but smirk as he felt her entire stature change around her the moment she felt how close he was to her. He knew he was showing off slightly but he always managed to get a rather big high off of a good kill…or 10.
“Aw come on toots…” Carter’s words were cut off as the woman’s elbow slammed into him catching him completely off guard.
“Son of a bitch…” he hissed an arm wrapping around his middle protectively for a moment his eyes blazing with anger as he locked his sights upon the person in front of him who had gone from stranger to kill in a solitary second.
Carter ducked a half a second before the kick she was aiming at him would have slammed into the side of his head.
“See now sweetheart I don’t make a habit out of hitting girls…but you…you aren’t any girl now are you? Carter asked adjusting the grip on his sword as he sized her up trying to figure out what part of her contained her angel powder but his anger out weighed his questions at the moment. Ducking down Carter kicked out with his leg aiming to knock her back off of her feet and on to the floor.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 11, 2009 4:12:50 GMT -4
Mercy had expected her kick to connect with the side of the guy's head, and when it didn't, the follow through almost caused her to lose balance. Her foot found the ground again, although her stance was now too wide and she could easily be knocked to the ground.
“See now sweetheart I don’t make a habit out of hitting girls…but you…you aren’t any girl now are you?"
Mercy quickly adjusted her footing and smiled coldly at him. "Oh honey, flattery will only get you so far," she said, watching him closely. She saw him duck and kick out but she moved too slowly and was knocked to the ground. She could feel the blood soaking into the back of her shirt and she resisted a shudder as she felt the cold blood touch her back. She attempted to jump to her feet, but instead her foot managed to connect with her assailant's groin. Mercy tried getting up again, slowly this time. It hadn't been intentional, she didn't normally hit that low, it seemed unfair, but the result was satisfactory.
"I can never just have a nice, quiet walk, can I?" she said, irritated. Tonight had not been a great way to start out in a new place.
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Post by Carter on May 11, 2009 23:21:25 GMT -4
"It'll get me far enough I've been told," Carter replied with a smirk as he straightened himself out having knocked the woman flat on her back in the blood soaked ground. He hated not being able to peg what she was and yet he was on the verge of just wanting to gut her and get home in time for "Deal or No Deal"...decisions decisions.
But before he could ask what the hell she was her foot connected none to gently with a rather important part of his anatomy driving him to his knees in a hurry. This fcking chick was becoming more trouble then she was worth.
"Bit early for forplay," Carter groaned out clenching his eyes shut for a moment as he attempted to get his bearings. She had succedded in one thing though...pissing him the hell off; rather funny he suddenly hadn;t the least bit of a problem killing her now.
Pushing himself off the ground Carter launched himself at her as he grabbed her forcefully his eyes burning into hers before he yanked her forwards only to slam her forcefully back against a stone angel monument that creaked under the onslaught.
"Be more then willing to send you back up to meet daddy and you can send my regards to the winged wonders as well," he growled out before slamming her back against the stone statue more forcefully.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 11, 2009 23:37:03 GMT -4
Nothing Mercy did seemed to cause much damage, all it seemed to be doing was pissing the guy off. Which was most probably not a good thing. He suddenly came at her and slammed her into a stone angel monument behind her, she cried out in pain as her head hit the stone and she blinked, her sight becoming blurry.
"Be more then willing to send you back up to meet daddy and you can send my regards to the winged wonders as well," he said before slamming her into the monument again. The pain in her head was almost unbearable, her vision was swimming and she thought she could feel blood trickling down her head and down the back of her neck, mixing with the vampire blood on her back. She held on desperately to his words, trying to stay conscious. Again with the winged wonders reference, thinking about it made her head hurt more.
"What are you talking about?" she managed to mumble, barely conscious. She forced her eyes open so she could look at him. She breathed deeply through the pain in her head and her vision started to clear. She could see the absolute rage in his eyes but she didn't look away. If he was going to kill her then she would make sure he knew she wasn't afraid.
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Post by Carter on May 11, 2009 23:45:56 GMT -4
"You friggin reek of angelic grace...seriously it's so holy it pretty much induces vomitting not gonna lie," Carter snapped back his eyes still dark with rage. She either stood for or was protected by the thing that had served as nothing more then to make his life a living hell and he wasn't about to let her or any of them get away scotch free with it. The last time he had come face to face with an angel had been seconds ebfore Yasmine had been struck down for killing one of her own in order to protect him and he had long since built up enough chips to start cashing in.
He hauled her back and slammed her into the stone once more for good measure before ripping her away from the monument and throwing her across the way into a gravestone which cracked under the force.
Whatever she was it was soemthing new but Carter couldn't really give a damn any longer he wanted it dead just the same.
Walkign away from her for a moment he collected the sword he had dropped when she had managed to get in her lucky shot. He spun the weapon in his hand for a moment before advancing on her once more. He had crossed the small space between her and without wasting another second he drew his arm back in a motion to cut her down with one clean cut and be done with the whole ordeal.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2009 0:04:15 GMT -4
"You friggin reek of angelic grace...seriously it's so holy it pretty much induces vomitting not gonna lie," He slammed her into the monument one more time before throwing her across the graveyard and into a gravestone. It cracked when she hit it and as she hit the ground, she cried out in pain, rolling away from the gravestone, her hand on her back. She lay there for a moment, trying not to let the tears threatening to fall win, she wasn't afraid to die but she wasn't going to let tears of pain make her look like it.
There was a swinging movement off to the side and she turned her head to see the guy coming towards her with his sword. She saw it arch towards her and barely managed to roll out of the way in time. Still on the ground she let out a frustrated scream.
"I'm not a fucking angel, you psycho!" she yelled, her voice cracking slightly through the pain. "I came here to get away from the bastards!" She took a deep breath and sighed. "Guess I should have picked somewhere else," she muttered.
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Post by Carter on May 12, 2009 0:29:53 GMT -4
A low growl sounded from carter as the girl rolled out of the way and he reeled back prepared to strikeout at her once more his patience for the girl long since extinguished. He was in a frame of mind now that had taken over since the night he had stumbled upon the bodies of his adopted parents and murdered an angel all in one go. It was his nature to kill the nature of a nephilim.
"I'm not a fucking angel, you psycho!"
The words that she screamed back at him caused Carter to freeze the blade of his sword resting no less than an inch away from the girls next. It was times like this where being able to stop on a dime had its perks.
“I’m not a psycho,” Carter growled his eyes still blazing with fury as he stared back at her. He knew she wasn’t an angel but whatever she was tied directly with the big man upstairs and that was written all over her in angelic ink.
“You don’t have to be a monster Carter…” Yasmine’s words were as clear as day in his head as he stared back at the woman who was literally at the call end of his blade he could end her in that very moment if he wanted to…and a part of him did but another part of him couldn’t.
“I hear Orlando' s nice this time of year…now you’re going to tell me what the fuck you are or I’m gonna cut your head off and mount it over on that spike over there…got it?” Carter asked his voice low and still very dangerous but missing a slight hint of the ruthlessness that had been there only moments before.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2009 0:44:35 GMT -4
Mercy laughed at his claim that he wasn't a psycho, then immediately regretted it as pain shot through her abdomen. "Could have fooled me," she said, her eyes locked on the blade mere inches from her neck.
"…now you’re going to tell me what the fuck you are or I’m gonna cut your head off and mount it over on that spike over there…got it?”
Mercy nodded and swallowed, trying to find the best way to explain. "I'm a Hound of God," she said slowly. "I was born to serve God, hunting down those he thought evil. But being followed around by angels being told what to do got old. So here I am."
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