▲ ❝ Warriors are not born and they are not made. Warriors create themselves. ❞
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May 8, 2016 0:43:29 GMT -6
Post by LENA CROFT on May 8, 2016 0:43:29 GMT -6
━ SHE'S QUITE CAPABLE OF KILLING YOU HERSELF ━Normality wasn’t something that was achieved it was given to you the moment you are brought into the world, the moment you breathe the air that life has to offer you. Your life, in the beginning, is nothing but normal, it is peaceful and it is perfect. Or as perfect as life can be. You have a family, people that love you, a home and food and clothing and then as you age, those things slowly change. Be it that you lose your family, your home or your food and so on. But for others, the changes don’t come quickly, they come slowly and painfully. And Lena was no stranger to this.
Lena remembered times when her life was wonderful, where life was pure bliss and she was relaxing in the middle of it. It was a time when humanity was at its brightest, or at least that is what she believed. She had been a pure and innocent soul when she was younger, unexposed to the world of evil and demons and monsters, she had a family, a life. And then it was all ripped away from her. She was orphaned, and she only had her brother to depend on. Sure there were her grandparents and her uncle, but it didn’t matter. Lena wanted her parents and instead, she got Dimitri. Not that she minded she loved Dimitri. But after her parent’s death, they both seemed to pull away from each other, pulled away so hard that they destroyed anything they touched. And then her grandparents died, her brother became a vampire and she had found herself a hunter of the supernatural in order to bring him back. Bring the Dimitri she knew and loved back. And that was how she found herself in San Francisco.
San Francisco was starting to grow on Lena Croft, sure it wasn’t the best place that she had found herself, but she could possibly call it home. For now, at least. She was still on the mission to find her brother. And it was going nowhere. All connections ended badly, either she ended up almost dead, or she almost killed the wrong person. Maybe she should just drop hunting and live a normal life here. She wrinkled her nose. No. that would never happen. She was too deeply rooted in the thrill of the hunt that she could never back out. Of course, this was before she got that call of Virginia about a nest of vampires feeding on the locals. And that was how she met Veronika, a woman that had helped her fight the vampires. And this was also how she got the concussion and two bruised ribs. But that never stopped anyone. Of course, the doctors had told her to take it easy, she wasn’t going to and as she traveled back to San Francisco, she had been tapped into the local police force, having learned how to hack into it from another hunter. There was a new big bad out there and Lena decided to intervene. As much as her body wanted to protest, she was still a hunter. And she was a damn good one.
As she was driving back to town, that was when she saw it. Or saw something. A car was parked by the forest and a woman had just disappeared inside. Frowning she pulled behind the car, grabbed her two guns and ammo before getting out and cocking the weapons and hiding them in the holster. Her black leather jacket hiding the weapons from view as she went through the forest, she followed noises, followed the darkness until she caught sight of a man slitting the throat of another. Shocked by the weapon that was being used, she thought that maybe it was a hunter killing another supernatural being. But it didn’t look like it. It looked like she had stumbled across an actual murderer – a murder of the non-supernatural kind – and it wasn’t really her place to stop that kind. But she knew that if she didn’t, this murder wouldn’t stop until it killed enough people to last a lifetime. Of course, her thoughts were thrown out the window when the man licked the knife and then actually began to lap at the blood spilling from the victim's wound. Either this vampire wanted it to look like a mundane killing or this was one sick bastard. She took another step forward, hiding behind another tree, but it seemed like the murderer had another thought about where she was going.
‘Come out before I come find you and rip your throat out.’
Lena raised an eyebrow before coming out into the open, her hands up in the air as if she were surrendering to the enemy. But she wasn’t. For now, she wasn’t going to let on that she was fully armed and skilled in combat. She would play the innocent little girl that was found in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Well now, that isn’t nice.”
The man only smirked before moving towards her, his hand going around her throat in a tight embrace. She pretended to look terrified, and the man seemed to find amusement within her frightened gaze. ‘You know what isn’t nice, interrupting my meal. Now you get to be the second course.’ he hissed at her. The sound of him hissing against her throat, the feeling of his hands on her body was enough to make her gag, but each time he pulled her closer when she struggled she let a whimper out, and the vampire seemed to buy it. She internally smirked and quickly let out a believable sob with a squeaky voice begged him not to kill her.
“Please, please…please don’t hurt me.”
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Jul 5, 2016 11:14:24 GMT -6
Post by RAYMOND KENG on Jul 5, 2016 11:14:24 GMT -6
ready or not* here i come, you can't hide,, Ray didn't typically go on hunts alone, but this was one supernatural creature who had been brought to his attention during his time training the newbies at the bureau. Some of the new kids were shaking in their boots over a whispers of a serial killer esque vampire, one who murdered his victims as any mortal would kill of another. Rumors had it that a witness saw the man drinking the blood from a victim before he fled the scene, though upon inspection of the body there weren't any bite marks, just wounds from the blade of a knife. Regardless, it was something worth looking into, and a hunt that by now he hoped he could handle on his own. He hadn't started as the most experienced of hunters - he could barely hold a gun without nearly taking someone's head off when he first started. But by now Ray had grown up and was one of the more well-respected hunters in their tiny faction. And he'd grown up in more ways than just that.
His life had taken a pretty amazing, albeit unexpected, turn. What started with a hunt gone horribly wrong ended with him meeting his future wife. A few years later, Ray was married with two sons and a daughter on the way. Life was good, and for a long time he'd wondered if he'd ever get that, or even deserved that. He carried the guilt over his mother’s death with him for a long time. Born into a family of hunters, Ray was used to fighting monsters alongside everyone who mattered to him – his father, his mother, his older brother. But when one of those hunts went wrong and ended in his mother losing her life, everything fell apart from there. His father practically disowned him, and Ray moved to San Francisco in an attempt to leave his guilt and grief behind him. It was still there in some ways – he’d probably always grieve for the loss of his mom – but now, he was more at peace. Now things were okay, he had his own family, and his father was back in his life. He was happy again.
As he drove home from the bureau after spending a few hours training some of the new kids how to, well, for starters properly hold a gun, his eyes landed on two cars parked near the woods alongside the road. Ray frowned a bit, pulling over behind them as he looked around for any sign of people, wondering if maybe someone had broken down. He’d be able to help if that were the case – when he wasn’t hunting he was working at a local garage, fixing up cars and briefly enjoying a more mundane lifestyle. He got out of his car, locking it and listening for anyone who might be nearby when he heard what sounded like a whimper through the trees. Ray tensed, listening closely before opening his car again, reaching under the glove box and grabbing his gun, loaded with wooden bullets and kept on him at all times. You never knew when you’d need one when you lived as a hunter. He didn’t close the car door this time, not wanting to alert anyone to his presence as he carefully maneuvered through the trees, following the sound of a young woman’s voice as she begged someone, or something, not to hurt her. His heart pounded in his ears, Ray letting out a slow breath to steady it.
He kept his distance when he was close enough to see what was happening, his stomach lurching at the sight of a body on the ground, throat slit as blood pooled around him. But his eyes didn’t stay there for long, instead flickering to the source of the bloodshed. His instincts screamed vampire, though that probably had something to do with the blood dripping down the man’s face and chin. A young woman, small and wide-eyed, was pinned to a tree by the bloodsucker, a tremble in her voice as she pleaded with the monster. Ray’s grip around the gun tightened, pushing himself through the foliage and revealing himself to the passerbys. His usual goofball demeanor was gone - Ray's eyes were cold as he stared the bloodsucker down, gun aimed right at his head.
"Let her go," he demanded, his body tense and ready as he prepared to take the shot if he needed to. He didn't look at the girl, didn't know what was going through her head as he glared at the vampire. For now the leach's attention was on him, Ray's finger tense over the trigger of the gun. His lip twitched in a slight smirk. "These bullets are laced with vervain - no matter where I shoot you, you're going to have a hell of a time dealing with that kind of pain. Now let the girl go." If the vampire was surprised he knew what he was, he didn't show it. Ray didn't flinch under his gaze, biting his lip as he braced himself for any sort of reaction.
Of course, he had no idea that the young woman he was "saving" didn't need his protection in the slightest.
tagged: LENA CROFT // lyrics: mischa chillak // notes: kick his ass lena xD TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY
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▲ ❝ Warriors are not born and they are not made. Warriors create themselves. ❞
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Jul 18, 2016 20:49:25 GMT -6
Post by LENA CROFT on Jul 18, 2016 20:49:25 GMT -6
━ SHE'S QUITE CAPABLE OF KILLING YOU HERSELF ━There was no doubt in her mind that the vampire was enjoying this little innocent act a little too much. Usually, they just went in for the kill – for the blood – but this guy was just toying with time. The feeling of his dead hand upon her flesh sent shivers up her body, and not the good kind either. This was a sense of disgust, but by the look on his face, he believed it was something different. She almost gagged in her mouth, wanting nothing more than to punch the sucker in the face and send a stake through his heart. But she had done this before, pretended to be the damsel to get close enough to the bloodsucker. And it was working, but this vamp just wasn’t making a move. He was too busy holding onto her as if his own life depended on it, which it did just not how he thought, and stared at her. “Please,” she begged one more time. A smirk appeared on his face, his already bloody mouth just winking at her in the lighting. She swallowed, more dramatically to add to the act. But just as he leaned forward, a voice called out.
Her eyes flashed towards the man, a gun pointed towards the bloodsucker. She internally groaned, why was everyone fucking up her plan? First the playful vampire and now this bastard? The vampire turned towards the newcomer, his attention away from her. But, maybe this did help her. The man, probably a hunter by the way he held himself and spoke with his gun aimed, spoke about his bullets that were laced with vervain and while the vampire didn’t seem fazed, his embrace that held her in place faltered. And that was enough for her, and slowly she let her hand drop, the feeling of the stake she had hidden up her sleeve came rushing down into her hand and without anything, though, she attacked. Her knee came up, slamming into his body before she brought her head down on his own when he turned towards her in shock.
As if she were dancing she plunged the stake into his chest before kicking him in the chest and sending him down into the ground. She had missed the heart, but that didn’t matter to her as she moved towards the downed vampire, placing her foot on the stake and pushing it in further until it plunged through its heart. “You almost fucked everything up.” she hissed at the other hunter as she watched the vampire try to remain alive.
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