Thread: Bite Me, I Dare You. [Raindrop Memories x Raziel99]

Q Darya bit her lip, glancing anxiously at her watch. It was well into the evening hours, almost nine o'clock, the warm light from the sun had vanished and was replaced by its cold reflection off of the moon. The earlier part of the day had been extremely slow, and she had had to deal with trudging through hours of being polite to her fellow classmates who were still spooked by the 'zombie freak thing' concerning their peer and dealing with the failure to extract any information about the mysterious demon from the neighborhood 'vamp bars' earlier that evening. It had been an exhausting day, fighting with her inner sense of guilt and blame. But she would have none of that, at least not tonight. In less than thirty minutes, Darya was going to thrust herself into hell again. Quietly she slid the small pistol in its holster at her waist, hidden by a leather jacket. She felt strange, carrying a gun... it wasn't exactly the most traditional weapon against vampires. Hell, she didn't even know if it would have the same effect as a stake or a dagger, because she never had to use a gun before -- only her silent favorites the crossbow, the stake and the dagger. The huntress wore a no-frills kind of outfit for nights when she knew she had to kick some vampire ass. Her boots, black shorts just ending mid-thigh she preferred to actually move around. Jeans just constricted her legs from any high aimed kick, and a black, racerback tank top. Putting her motorcycle helmet, Darya straddled the seat and revved the bike, feeling a sense of power as she sped along through the streets. Soon, she reached Afterlife, and parking her classic Harley she walked into the place. It was a lot emptier than before, not packed way past the room capacity but still with a decent amount of clubbers, enough to slip unnoticed through the crowd. Immediately she placed her hands in her jacket pocket, her fingers wrapped around a silver cross. She scanned the crowd of party-goers, searching for her target. It wouldn't be long before he'd find her here, and get set on attempting to murder her as revenge for his fallen comrades. Darya's throat tightened, feeling the sense of a burden on her chest once more. Maybe the fact that this guy had gotten away last night was a sign... a sign that these would be her last breathing breaths. After all, the path she had been so violently and unwillingly forced upon was a short one, a road leading to a swift life span. Hell, at least she'd enjoy the rush. She cracked her neck, and waited in the shadows away from the light, before realizing that he wouldn't be downstairs -- he'd be back where they finished last. Darya sighed, and she pulled out the cross, clasping the necklace around her neck. Weaving her way through the mass of clubbers, the girl found herself facing the stairs leading up to the hallway. She gripped the rail, slightly nauseated by the fact that she could pretty much sense him from even this far away. His magic felt strong, intensified by the full moon, in all likeliness. But it had to be done, there was no way she could back out right now. Shrugging off the dizzy feeling, Darya climbed the steps, and entered the darkened hallway. She could hear his footsteps, and although the beat of the club's music pulsed and pierced through to the second floor the slayer could hear her breaths growing heavy, her heart pounding. Never before had she felt such intimidation by a vampire , but he was unlike any other enemy she had ever faced. Well, isn't this what you want? she called out into the darkness, noticing the outline of a tall figure. The girl felt her vision quickly adjusting. I'm already here, now give me back my knives and let's settle this, fair and square, yeah? Her hand pulled out the pistol, and she cocked it, feeling her grip tense as she felt the trigger resting against her index finger.