Thread: On the Hunt

he smirked at her a little as he studied her, watching her react to his eyes, to the fact that he'd just torn out a chunk of cement, react to her words. he looked shocked as she spoke though, not many people actually knew about his gifts with the Dead, his ability to control Ghosts and sometimes, even other undead creatures like Zombies, Chimera, and even Demon's if he tried hard enough. she seamed drunk, and he realized in an instant that she was not a normal human like he had been told... she was... she was either a Psychic of some kind, or a Seer. either way, his information was wrong. but, considering the manner in which they'd sent him after her, the people who wanted her dead, probobly didn't know that she wasn't completely human. he would not punish them for lying to him. not this time. he pondered something before taking off after her, his hood falling back, letting his ink black hair, streaked with ruby strands flow freely as he leaped into the air, landing on a roof to follow her from above. just as she started running again after a stagger he jumped down and landed in front of her so that she bounced off his chest, smirking viciously at her. he still wasn't sure if he was actually going to kill her or not... something inside of him was telling him not to. was telling him that she would be important... whether it was just his own instincts, the dead talking to him, or her own powers affecting him, he wasn't about to simply ignore the little niggle. but, he wasn't about to let such an interesting little mouse go without teasing and tormenting her a little first. he did so enjoy tormenting people, and she was just too gorgeous not to torment. he followed her as she ran away again, not even trying to grab her, a viscous little smirk on his face as he considered what best to do with her. clearly he couldn't kill her, whatever the reason for this, he didn't care. but he needed her for something.... he just wasn't sure for what, or why. he hated this metaphysical shit sometimes, he really did, especially when it started fucking with his mind like it was now. he snarled, annoyed, and considered killing her anyway, just to make it stop, but the thought made him cringe, which only annoyed him even further. now he just had to decide what to DO with her. strike her over the head and take her back to his base? grab her while she runs by and promise not to kill her? kill her anyway? he liked the first option the best, and he flexed his claws, considering the best way to knock her out. a shot to the head? maybe a poison?... of course, he could always just have her possessed... if she could even be possessed... no, the first option was best, then he could lock her in, and not have to worry about her trying to run away or escape him. she was so out of it, that he didn't doubt in the least that he could catch her rather effortlessly, a firm knock to the head would have her out cold. so, that's what he did. in her panic, he just waited until she took a wrong turn down a secluded area, caught her around the middle, and rapped her hard across the head to knock her out. simple and easy. he held her in his arms, studying her face and her body with his cruel red eyes, before he picked her up in a facade of a bridal style, and carried her far out of the city, far away from anything she knew. hell, he actually drove most of the way there. when she woke, she was laying on a soft bed, piled high with blankets to keep her warm. in the corner there was a massive fireplace, with a fire burning merrily, keeping the place happily warm. it looked like a one room shack, only the walls where made of cement, and there where no windows, and no doors. there was a bathroom to her left, a kitchenette to her right, and a living room directly in front of her, but no way in, or out as far as could be seen. she was fully dressed, but any injuries she'd gotten, including the bop to her head had been cleaned and bandaged. sitting in a chair at the Table in the middle of the room, Thitan sat, staring at her, a cigarette in his hand, the smoke getting sucked out of the room by a fan that was sucking in all the bad air, while another above her bed blew in fresh air, and the occasional drop of water. well, good morning. i was beginning to think you where never going to wake up.