Thread: The Mortal Instruments-Supernatural (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

What got her attention was the sounds of footwear on the hard, and probably very hot black country road. That and the fact that the guy whose car she had just dented from that bitching fall could see her. She was mildly surprised, but it wasn't entirely impossible that the mundane had the Sight. Rare, but not unheard of, where mundanes could see the Shadow World, see the things that they shouldn't be able to see. The first thing he spoke when he handed her the flask sounded pleasant enough, but she had been trained to read between the lines. If one fell from the sky, what most folk would do was to call an ambulance, or some form of medical assistance, but this guy just offered her water. Something wasn't right, but it would look highly suspicious if she refused. She took the water, and slugged it down. To be really honest, the icy cold felt really good to her right now. But she spoke,Not my worst fall. But it still sucks. Thank you for the water. Thalia Blackthorn's my name. She blinked her eyes at him, one blue and one gold. The gold eye was a mark that she was descended from Mark Blackthorn, her great great great Grandfather, he had been a member of the Wild Hunt, and when he was made to join, one of his eyes turned gold. She wanted to put her healing runes on her back, but she didn't want to reveal her nature to this strange man. She wanted vodka right now. Svedka to be specific. Any alcohol would suffice right now. The runes would do, but alcohol numbed really fast. She had a stupid high tolerance. She wanted any number of alcoholic drinks right now. She wasn't an alcoholic by any means, but it still numbed really nicely for crap injuries like this one she was suffering right now. At the same time, if he was really nice and had liquor, she could use it to buy herself some time till she got a private area and could apply the runes in peace. She spoke,Sorry about your hood. I wasn't aiming for it. I can fix it for you if you want, provided you have the proper tools. I mean, it's only fair. I made the mess, I gotta clean it up. But I totally get it if you don't want me monkeying around. I'll pay for it to get fixed at a nearby auto shop if you want. By the Angel, he really was good looking. As handsome as her fellow Nephilim. Somebody that would produce really good looking children. Not that she had any children, or had sex before, but damn, this guy was smoking hot! She wanted to take the top half of her clothes off and apply the runes right here and now, but one did not just strip in front of a complete stranger, though she might make an exception from him, but she had a mission, find that damn Eidolon and destroy it and return home... If she knew how to do the latter part. Was she really in a new land or did the bosses screw up and dump her here in her own world by accident? How much should she say to him without revealing what she was and what she could do? It was such a pain, the secret life of the Nephilim, to not be able to tell outsiders what they were and what they did. But since this guy could see her, she spoke,Testing to see if I'm human? That's all right, I would do the same if I were in your shoes. Probably something special about the flask or the water, correct? Some metal other than steel? Holy water? Did she make the right choice, revealing her knowledge of the supernatural world? She put her hood down, not because she wanted to show her face, her noggin was getting rather hot under the hood. Her black hair was finally free from the hood, even though it was in a very tight bun. What he would see in her face was perfect features. Symmetrical. The rest of the day was quite strange for her, as it was discovered that both of them did highly similar things, hunting monsters down and killing them. Dean thought she was a little odd in the head, talking about different dimensions, though blessedly he didn't dismiss the possibility entirely, since to the both of them, anything and everything was possible. He was a little weirded out at her magic, what she used to heal herself. Dean was more than happy to help her partially disrobe so she could put the healing runes on her back to heal herself, though he did say her gear was rather heavy. Questions were asked on how she dealt with it. She told him that her people were raised and trained from birth to do what they did, to be strong and powerful, to be superior in every way. She adored talking to him in his car as they drove along the highway. He seemed so glued to her words, how she explained everything to him. She explained to him that she was hunting a demon that escaped here, to prevent him from siring warlocks and causing mass chaos. She was so surprised when he told her of the demons and other monsters that plagued his world. She hung on to his words as he described what happened when he killed demons. A glowy orange light filled their insides and then they died. She told him that when her people killed demons, they had to be sure that they killed both their physical and spiritual forms, otherwise they would keep coming back much more quickly. She described how they either exploded and folded in on themselves when they died. She described how direct, bright sunlight was fatal to them, but added that it was hard to trap the bastards in an unescapable patch of light. He asked about possessions, and she spoke that they were extremely rare, that only the most powerful of Greater Demons could do that. He asked how they dealt with it, and she said that depending on situation, the only viable methods were to kill both the demon and its poor mundane host, or with great difficulty, drag the beast off to the Silent Brothers, their healers and archivists, an all male group, the most feared of Shadowhunters, to exorcize the demon. Then the discussion moved to monster killing methods. Most remained the relative same, like dealing with Faeries, which were weak to Iron. Werewolves also remained the same, dealt with the, with silver. Vampires were a different matter. Vampires were indeed repelled by holy symbols, but the difference was that if the Vampire was from one religion and the holy symbol was from a different religion, the symbol wouldn't work, and sunlight was fatal. Wooden stakes worked. But what was the same amongst them both was beheading. He asked her if she used guns, and she replied that her people generally didn't use them because the runes were incompatible with the demonically aligned materials that went into gunpowder. Though she did say she was sure of a way around it, using guns where the bullets were propelled by pressurized air rather than gun powder, though she didn't have the time or materials to test the theory out. Next happened was her getting around to asking where he was driving off to. He said he was going to a town in California to investigate an odd round of break ins, all on the same street. He gave her the file to read over, all the mundane details and all. She told him that if it all panned out, she'd get to show him her nice swords, called seraph blades. She said that when things were stabbed with it, they usually went up in flames, which was why she called them flaming swords. She told him that if she wanted them to activate, she had to say an angel's name to get it to work. They drove for many hours, and finally managed to get to the street that was being plagued with these break ins. She pulled back her sleeves and pants legs, pulled out her stele, and began to draw on the runes for strength, speed, silence, glamour, night vision, far sight, the basic runes. The car was filled with a faint smell of burnt things. He asked her if it hurt, and she said that once upon a time that it did when she was younger, but she didn't notice it any more. She got out of the car, which still had the dented hood, he didn't want her messing around with it just yet, even when she sweetened the pot by offering to upgrade its magical protections. She pulled out one of her non activated seraph blades, and spoke the name Raphael . Instantly, the blade part of it grew to sword length, it was bright and clear. She said the other name for it was a crystal sword. She hoped that she and Dean were tracking the same thing, but at the same time, she didn't want their time together to get cut too short, there was just something about him that was magnetic to her. She carefully climbed up a lamp post, looking out to see if the culprit would strike tonight. As she had a bird's eye view, she could see everything. After an hour of waiting around, at the opposite end of the block, she finally saw a big bush rustling. With the aid of her runes, she finally saw what it was. And it certainly didn't look human, it's skin color was not very human like, but nor did it look like the true form of the Eidolon demon she was hunting. A Faerie, perhaps, they had varying shapes and forms. What she didn't like about Faeries is that they had a horrid habit of stealing mundane children and replacing them with their own sickly children. The issue of Fair Folk doing this was that they had no other ways of refreshing their bloodlines, which were weak after generations of inbreeding. The mundane children after they matured were used to produce new Faerie children, bringing strong new blood into the Fey bloodlines. It was a issue often hotly debated at the last several Accords, which she would explain to Dean later once she had the time to do so. The sad part was that the mundanes didn't even notice the switch because they didn't have the Sight. She leapt down, landing ever so quietly, and in her left hand, drew out of its sheath a long iron hunting knife, carved with runes and religious symbols, and she darted over to the bush, and leapt in on it, dragging out the offender. She managed to get the offender into a lock, basically no matter which direction the person tried to move, serious injury would happen. Her iron knife was at the person's throat, the seraph blade at the back. She spoke slowly to the person, and demanded that he or she identify who and what it was. As it so happened, the person was a female Faerie, and that she was scouting out potential homes for her sickly son, since she could not care for him, even with all the wonderful medicines that her people had. She further explained that while her bloodline was genetically untainted, sickly children still happened. She said she was going to switch children with one of the kids on the block, so that way, she would still have a son to look after, and so would the mundane family. It, in Thalia's opinion, was decidedly twisted, but very fair, at least in the sense that Faeries looked at 'fairness'. Though she was now wondering whether these were the same Faeries from her 'realm' since Faeries lived in an 'in between' place. Due to the Accords, legally Thalia could do nothing about this, even though the Faeries weren't protected by the Accords anymore due to their actions in the Dark War generations before. The thing about Faeries were that when they did this sort of thing, they chose their children's adoptive homes carefully, ensuring that the new parents were good and loving, which was now why she understood why this one was checking homes with two or more children. What Thalia did tell her was to be far more careful as she broke in, since a lot of the families on this block were scared now. She let the Faerie woman go, much to Dean's annoyance. She spoke that it was against her people's laws to harm innocent Downworlders, another one of her people's terms for monsters. She said she feared breaking the Accords since consequences were very severe. Dean complained about it the whole time as they drove to find a motel, but she kept countering by saying the only way the monsters would respect the hunters and not do illegal things like harming mundanes would be if they the hunters started to respect them. She said open warfare between people wasn't worth it since nobody really won, people just died in far greater numbers and it ended with both sides hating each other far more than when war and fighting broke out. She said one had to respect the natural order, which he didn't argue with her about. Then she spoke of not knowing how to get home from here, since the warlocks and her superiors only knew how to get her here, but not how to get her home. Then she looked sad, since she didn't know if she'd get to see her massive amount of younger siblings again. Which then lead to a discussion of each other's families. So it was just Dean and his younger brother Sam. Thankfully they got to the motel intact, and Dean paid for a room with two beds, though she secretly wished it was one bed, she was really wanting to cuddle that hot body of his. As time drew on, Dean and Thalia began to enjoy each other's company more, despite their strong philosophical differences when it came to dealing with monsters. She was mildly disappointed that she hadn't met Sam yet, but all things would come in due time. But most of all, she was sure she was ready to fuck. After all, Dean had really been dropping some not so subtle hints as they drove along, like groping her, his hand on her thigh... She couldn't wait to run her hands through his nice thick short hair, to have his sweet lips kissing her, to have him inside of her, to having his hands grope her breasts... She really wanted to make babies with him, just as long as she could be with him. Love and lust were such a beautiful combination to her right now. And right now, she was sure today would definitely be the day, they quite literally had an exciting hunt, taking down a rogue Vampire nest that were kidnapping mundanes from their cars from remote gas stations, they were on their way back to the motel they had been staying at to pack up their things to hit the next case.