Oh it Bites? Kill it.

Darcy —32 — Hunter Abrasive, Unyielding,and Analytic. Falling down the rabbit hole of her beliefs only to bandage the bruises left behind as she hits the ground.

[thelaziestmotherfucker]

Melanie Scrofano in Mangiacake

[gjdofkvkvkkc]

Atomic Blonde (2017)

[darcycrawford]

a-painintheneck:

It took a moment for the kid to finally muster the courage to move and run away. It was a little upsetting to watch his dinner take off but it was still early. Now, he was a lot more interested in her and figuring out where he knew her from. Images of a dream that he once had. She seemed to be having the same problem. ❝The dream was quiet vivid, I should have known something was up.❞ Specially because he had been knocked out into a deep slumber in the middle of the supernatural convention along with everyone else. ❝One of those? You mean vampire?❞ He couldn’t help but notice the amount of disgust in her tone of voice when he called him that. She was human, so the idea of her being a hunter did come mind. ❝Let me guess, a vampire killed your parents and now you are in a quest for revenge to try and eliminate every last one of us? am I close?❞

The headache that dream had caused had been enough to make her want to forget, the mix between the reality of Ashbourne and the fabrication of whatever mystical item they’d been entranced by was overwhelming to say the least. She had thought he had been a part of what was made up. “Vampire, Leech, Blood-sucker. Yes.” Darcy watched him carefully, making she his movements wouldn’t go unnoticed. She had been herself in their dream-state. He was human but what else had changed. “Don’t flatter yourself...I don’t have a sob story to share with you. I don’t need a revenge plan to think your kind is vile and needs to be eradicated.” 

[darcycrawford]

pearlrenaud:

Pearl ran her thumb over the tiny silver locket that hung right in the hollow of her throat, rubbing it like a lucky rabbit’s foot. The smooth surface housing a bit of vervain, her only protection on this expedition. When she was about to leave the house, she considered tucking a pocket knife or something into her coat but eventually deciding against it. Darcy was well armed, and she’d assured her, over and over that nothing was going to happen. The place would be abandoned. The blonde nodded vigorously, content to just be coming along. She wouldn’t learn anything from the sidelines. “You’re the boss Darce,” Pearl agreed easily, the tilt of her chin only steepening in a subtle defiance. Gesturing towards the crumbling steps, she moved to the side. “After you, then,” she said, following after the brunette.

It was weird, like that comment didn’t sit right with her. The admittance that she was in charge for some reason. After all, she hadn’t been much of a leader up until this point despite her up front personality. She nodded towards her companion and made her way towards the steps. The door creaked open eerily and she cleared the first room; the others following shortly. It should have been empty anyways. She wasn’t as thorough as she should have been, the ache in her side tiring her early on. “It should be fine, Pearl. Come on.”  It was a small shack, no upstairs and she didn’t think to check the large wardrobe stationed in the corner of the room. “It looks like they were just using this place to hide out during the day, you see the mess they left over there?” 

[darcycrawford]

alistairxdunn:

Alistair only gave the woman a strange look, though he remembered her from when he had originally came into town. “I’m not a reporter, I’m a journalist,” he clarified, trying to make sure the difference was known. “Okay….and your point? I’m–” he cut off, taking a deep breath as he moved to sit down on the nearest bench, “Fine. Tell me what you know, then. I’m not paying you for your information, by the way.”

“Sorry. Journalist.” Darcy reassured, following his lead and sitting beside him. She was still trying to get a read on him. The best way to approach the situation. He wasn’t as receptive to the fact that she had information as she was hoping. “I don’t want your money but I want to show you some other stuff that’s been happening. Here’s the catch though; the cops won’t do anything about it. They cover it up, they’re in on it. And if you write an expose, there’s a good chance you’ll entice a panic in the people.” 

[darcycrawford]

“You’re my problem.” 23, 21, 30, 34, 47

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

“I don’t like bodies of water...but that’s unique.”

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

“It’d be easier to keep the muscle packed on, that’s for sure....you know exactly what I’d do.” 

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

“My journals. They’ve got all the information I need in them.”

34. What was your last dream about? 

“A nightmare I’d rather forget.”

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

“Did you actually make a difference?” 

[darcycrawford]

[darcycrawford]

@prozny @a-painintheneck

[darcycrawford]

56, 59

56. What do you like on your toast?

“Butter and bologna. You eat cheap on the road.” 

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

“Doesn’t everybody? And sure...but it’s not exactly unusual and definitely not something that needs to be explained. 

[darcycrawford]

[ 8, 12, 18. ]

8. What do you label yourself as?

“Ha-a dragon? What kind of stupid question is this?” 

12. Who told you they loved you last?

“Ironically? Oh, you mean seriously? I assume my mother.”

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

“50% of Ashbourne’s population.”

[darcycrawford]

6, 10, 17, 19, 22, 25

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

“Shit, that scar still looks gnarly. Where’d I leave the Advil this time?”

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

“For once, I was actually sleeping…sort of.”

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

“Hmm…is that really a question? A certain strip club owner comes to mind.”

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

“See the above mentioned. I think it’d be fun to see him kill his lover. Then watch him kill a couple more of his kind, before mutilating himself and driving a stake slowly through his heart. He likes a show, doesn’t he? The dramatics. ”  

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

“Does downing a bottle of vodka without vomiting count as a talent? ” 

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

“Silver.” 

@prozny

[darcycrawford]

29. What is your favorite expletive?

“Suck a cock dickhead.”

[darcycrawford]

[theliteraryjournals]

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via oinat)

[darcycrawford]

montykirshbaum:

“The only crush I know is Candy, but sure.” Monty answered, capping the bottle easily. Their conversation was winding to a close, and the evening was beginning to pick up, meaning that he’d start to head upstairs for the more vibrant creatures of the night. The faerie nodded agreeably, “Sure.” It wouldn’t kill him to tip off the hunter, and he straightened his spine. “He’s bound to come back in here eventually.” 

END

[darcycrawford]

montykirshbaum:

“So if I need someone closed minded and trigger happy, I’ll call you before Ghost Busters.” Monty grinned, proving that his words were just a jest. “I won’t forget.” The faerie tipped back his glass, “I can try to find him again. He thought I was cute.” It was the thought that made him chuckle, the allure of his species wasn’t lost on everyone. Business was business, but he felt bad for the kid mixed into the mess– his bloodline wasn’t known to him and it made him vulnerable. He hoped dearly that there was someone in his life that could steer him into the right direction; before he became a main course for a vampire party. “Didn’t see any tattoos, but he’s god mismatched eyes. I forget what it’s called,” Monty gestured vaguely, “Got some brown in one of ‘em.”

The grin she matched him with could have been taken genuinely, almost. Although, perhaps it was, subconsciously, as not smiling would have avoided the twinge in her cheek. “What like heteroch-...whatever” The word escaping the tip of her tongue. “Like that girl from Blue Crush?” She scribbled the details down before returning to what he had said before. “Yeah, if he comes back please call me this time. If his head is as bad as you say it is, I’d rather get to him sooner than later.” She let an assumption slip past her lips next. “I understand you don’t want to get your hands dirty with this, comfy job and all, but I’d rather not lose someone who had a chance.” Prove to me your kind isn’t savage. Her eyes lowered to his wrist. “I’ve gotta head out now...thank you, princess.”

[darcycrawford]

montykirshbaum:

“I kind of like just knowing that you owe me,” Monty said, grinning widely. He couldn’t think of anything that he could gain from the hunter, but the lording of a favour appealed to him more than anything. It made her nervous, he could tell– the fact that he could cash in. “On that day, I’ll be real happy to send you a message.” The faerie’s smile slipped from his face, he wouldn’t fall into a conversation about how the fae had been hunted to extinction. They had lived harmoniously for too long– vampires existed like a new, foreign disease, killing them off before they had a chance to react. “Last week, he was coming in here.”

The roll of her eyes was dramatic. Supernaturals were always smug with these deals. Usually she’d turn on them when the business was done, but Monty was a good source of insight for now. After all, she knew little about faeries and he had a position to collect information she couldn’t. “Yup, well, you know my specialties so whatever you need. I’m just glad I have a chance at finding this kid now and helping him.” She wasn’t afraid of sharing that with the bartender. Darcy had been quite honest with him about the scene Alistair saw, she didn’t hide away the details of the amateur hunter. She knew it probably painted her profession in a bad light, but she was confident in her own abilities. She knew her own kills were justified and did not harbor guilt for the other hunter’s actions; only a need to protect the witness from the horrors. Ironically, it was easy for her to separate herself from the group she belonged too but couldn’t do the same for the species she hunted. “Good, good, anything else? Any tattoos, scars that I’ll be able to recognize him by? A name is great but if he’s not on the internet, I may need more to track him down.”