Thread: Predator and Prey ~~ Practical Insanity & xoxDicexox

All her life Crystal Greer , mostly called Crys by her friends and family, had grown up knowing that the stories so often told around the end of October were based on truth. Half the point of them being stories was so that the masses would not think too much on them, it helped keep the panic from rising. Since she could walk weapons had been placed in her hands and at first it had been play but as she grew older the play turned into training. Training quickly with her turned into skill. Before she knew it there was a vareity of weapons she knew how to handle, some more than others. Honestly the woman favored the blades, they were the ones that could finish the creatures she hunted off. Next best thing to them was fire. Always she had a lighter and a pocket knife on her at the very least. When questioned about it she would just smile and laugh saying her Grandpa told her those two things could get you out alive if anything happened. It help cover them as an old mans odd ways he passed onto his offspring, but it was not far from the truth. Like the rest of her family she had been born into the war and also told to keep it to herself. This helped her to quickly learn how to live a double life. The people in the small town knew her to be the favorite granddaughter of the Police Chief who had just finished college and was taking some time off before working for the police. Truth was she had gone to college, but not the typical. Sure she had to write papers and such, but there were a lot more physical classes involved. The fact the festival was going on as if it was a story did not get under Crystals skin one bit. The fact that the people were safe enough to all be in the same area having a great time was tribute enough. Sure her family had been the ones that had made this possible, and herself having a good hand in it. By the time she had been thrown to the bloodsuckers the war had been mostly won but there were stragglers still. There also were times she would be called out to other placed to help with a certain situation that required her to be a bit more brutal than most. Crystal held nothing back when she was hunting and her family swore she was the best Hunter there had been in many a years. It was her duty, and she followed through to the very last moment. Whenever she had to go she always just said she was on a trip her grandfather was sending her on since he was too old to go handle matters himself. It was the truth in a sense and people accepted it. Who would want to question the Chief of Police or his family in the small town? Having been at the festival since the set up Crystal had gone home to change and check that she was not needed anywhere. It was a quiet night thankfully. All the creatures within her call zone seemed to be smartly hiding. There was of course the worry of some wolves with the recent break out up in Baltimore but so far they seemed to have fled elsewhere. That was all and good though, she preferred vampires over the smelly dogs. The speed she could deal with, brute strength being a female was just not where she excelled. All her training made her stronger than most women, but it was nothing in comparison to a full blooded fur ball. After getting the all clear she went about dressing herself. Just for kicks she pulled her costume out she wore every year, it had become tradition ever since the movie Van Helsing came out. Thigh high velvet boots with tight black spandex pants. Then the buckled corset with the elaborate blouse and jacket. The only thing that she skipped was the hair. Instead she kept her natural blonde hair and just curled it slightly. Once dressed it was a short drive, her spot still empty out of respect, and she walked into the crowd. The people of the town exclaimed when they saw her and some of the kids playfully stood next to her dreaming to be her side kick. It was cute, but she would never wish it upon them. Ashlyn, her childhood friend, came running up to her out of breath with her toddler niece on her hip. Crys!! You have to see this. He's to die for! The tall lanky red head practically squeaked grabbing the huntresses hand and dragging her further into the crowd. She said nothing just let her stubborn friend pull her along. Who could she be talking about? There were some attractive men in the town sure, but they all knew them for the most part unless they were there with the contractors that fixed the roads from time to time. Soon enough they came to a stop and Ashlyn pointed at the man wearing black some other women were oogling over. He was handsome. Damn. Tall, dark, and handsome. I told you! The other woman said but the toddler started babbling and getting louder. Time to return you to mom. Go say Crys. You have the guts for it after all. Ashlyn teased before going back off into the crowd. Crystal watched the back of her traitorous friend and shook her head. Why not? It was good to know who was in the town. Taking in a breath Crystal sauntered up towards the man but did not look at him. It was habit. Stalking prey was something best done when the prey did not know it was being stalked. Eventually her boot clad feet reached close to the man and she looked up at his dark hair and eyes. Nope. She did not recognize him at all. He would be able to smell the vervain tea purfume she had on. It was another habit. Not only did she drink it religiously but when out and about would spray it on her to keep her safe. Of course she mixed it with some other natural scents that went well with it, but it was very apparent. Hey, you're new in town. I'm Crystal, it's nice to meet you. What brings you to the wonderful town of Winchester? She asked blunty. Sure she was an amazing huntress but social situations were not always her forte. Still she stuck out her hand to shake and had a genuine smile across her face her bright green eyes outlined in eyeliner to add the dramatic effect of the outfit. Hopefully the stranger would be friendly, it just made things easier.