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[thehuntressreturns-archive-blog]

Vampires, Demons, Witches... Oh My | Open

Allison was running through dark alleys, a monster of sorts follow close behind her. Horns, disfigured face, claws, hooves.. Talk about a living nightmare. Nothing she could do was able to stop it, her arrows weren’t nearly as effective as she’d have liked -- and her knife broke against the monsters skin. So now all she was left to do was run, run as fast as she could until she got somewhere familiar. The sad thing about that tacit was she had absolutely no idea where she was. So she kept running from alley to dark alley, trying to avoid any overly populated area for the fear of getting someone innocent involved, or better yet killed. The huntress’ feet were barely touching the ground anymore as she bounded across the dark, damp pavement. Somewhere along the way Allison made a wrong turn and all she could see ahead of her was brick walls. A dead end. “Shit..” She muttered as she quickly spun around, not enough time to retrace her steps as the monster was approaching her from the shadows. A true demon from hell and she screamed, but it wasn’t anguished, it was angry. Allison’s foot hit something metal, a large broken pipe was laying beside her on the ground and she quickly knelt down to pick it up. “Stay away from me!” Allison screamed, teeth bared, dark hair lining her face as she was covered in sweat. Aiming the pointy end at the demented monster her warning did little to no effect. “I mean it stay back!” Her words did nothing and so she found herself swinging the pipe at the monsters head, only for the large beast to grasp the other end, and throw the pipe -- along with Allison, to the other end of the alley. A cracking sound filled the short distance as her skull radiated with pain. A cut from her temple quickly streaked blood across her cheeks as she tried to gather herself together. Now on unsteady feet Allison turned to run but bumped into a body that appeared out of nowhere. “Run!” She screamed at them. “We have to run!” 

[punishmentismyjob]

Let the Sun Go Down

Spike sat in the small coffee house a few blocks from the Hyperion, playing a game of bathtub solitaire until the sun went down. He was bored. He hadn’t killed anything in weeks and it was starting to make him itchy. He’d tried tracking the Mohra but it’d given him the slip. There was no new news on Illyria, and Angel was still MIA..

He let out a sigh and looked at the tepid paper cup of coffee and made a face, “Well, this is... sad.”

[gotstuckinmyteeth-blog]

Heat

@lycanthropicimmunity​

“Pretty music, makes me want to dance,” Drusilla said to Lydia as she stepped out of the shadows outside the Bourbon Heat. rShe twirled her fingers to the music inside the club, before her eyes popped open. What brings you here little spirit? Have you come looking for me?”

[gotstuckinmyteeth-blog]

Isn’t That Peculiar

Drusilla stood outside the gates of the Laffayette Cemetery, her hands hovering at the entrance with her eyes closed, feeling the energy and enchantments warding it.

“Isn’t that peculiar...” she murmured to herself Drusilla lifted her head to look at the gates. “Place for the dead, doesn’t allow all the dead.”

She turned slightly sensing someone behind her, “It’s funny, isn’t it?”

[ofkitsunes-blog]

The wind blew her hair around wildly, lightning cracking across the sky in bright white brilliance as thunder hollered from behind gray clouds. Hand moving to her belt, unlatching it before swiftly clicking her wrist forward snapping her Katana together in one quick movement. Rain flew down from above, wetting her warm face, jet black hair sticking to rosy cheeks. Smile on her face, with it in her hand she always felt more secure. Feet shoulder width apart, one foot appropriated forward, thumb and first two fingers keeping grip of the sword, while the others loosely curled around the hilt. Twirling it above her head, she was in complete control. Giving a decent slash at the tree in front of her, she could feel her power surge as the storm carried on above. Twisting it in her hand like a baton, meticulous movements that kept her feeling balanced, as the blade spun wildly, another strike at the tree before she heard a branch break behind her. Turning on her heel, weapon still held in a defensive position she waited for the unknown to surface. “W-who's there?” she shouted over nature's wails, grip tighter than before. In a new town, you could never be too careful.

[somethingofagenius]

“I must have made a wrong turn somewhere,” Lydia spoke quietly to herself with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in hands gently cupped around the styrofoam cup as she wandered aimlessly down alleyways with wide curious eyes. None of the buildings on the main roads looked familiar to her though strangely enough this wasn’t like the usual times where she’d gotten caught off track. There wasn’t a bad feeling in her gut that a dead body was nearing and all the whispers from her informal spirits had been very close to non-existent since noon. It was just a nice calm and relaxing walk to get her mind off everything that’s been happening lately, but apparently she wasn’t going to be able to enjoy it for much longer considering she’d gone and gotten herself lost. The gentle breeze caught her strawberry blonde hair and whisked it around wildly enough to stir up a copious scent of lavender. If worse came to worse Lydia would call Stiles for a ride home and risk the lecture she was sure to receive for being out so late on foot, but her car had broke down and while taking a drive was the most efficient way to clear her preoccupied thoughts; a walk had been the closest substitute. Lips shaped in an o as she pressed her mouth softly to the rim of the cup and blew on the black contents sloshing around inside as her stilettos clicked on the pavement. Moments after smoke barreled out of the cup she tipped it back and took a small drink before it burnt her tongue and she pulled back leaving a kiss mark behind. The redhead winced in pain slightly and paused a moment to look around, but she wasn’t expecting someone following so closely behind her. “What are you doing?” Lydia snipped. Cup of steaming hot coffee readied to go if she needed to be hasty in a get away. “I don’t take kindly to stalkers.”

[gotstuckinmyteeth-blog]

Figments of Perception

Drusilla reached up and tried to hold the voices assaulting her inside the protection of her own head. She completely forgot where she was, as the patrons of Rousseaus went about their conversations.

Letting out a small keening whimper she crouched down an whispered, “It’s all crumbling, even as it’s built... Conquer all, never die. All it takes to win...“

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After Dark | Open

Allison had done a little digging around town by herself, but she came up empty handed. She’d hung around The Bronze for most of the night and now it was pushing towards 1 am. Absolutely nothing seemed out of the ordinary -- almost as if supernaturals didn’t lurk around every corner of this city. Walking towards her black Camry which she had parked a couple blocks away from the club the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Allison felt like someone was watching her -- or worse, following her. It made her palms sweat to the huntress found herself walking just a tad faster towards her car. As she arrived at her vehicle she could almost sense someone was nearby -- her hunter instincts screaming off the radar Allison unlocked her car -- opened the door and turned around. “I know you’re there and isn’t it a little cliche to follow a girl around at night?” Allison’s dark eyes scanned the scene before her and for a split second she swore she saw someone underneath the street-light. “Hello?” She called out, annoyance ringing in her voice.