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Night was his favorite time. Sure, he had his normal nap time before he went out to hunt the creatures of the darkness. Fergus whistled as he walked around the outskirts of town thoughtfully. Would he even run into anything? That’s one of the best things about Ashbourne and that was that he always ran into something. His hand had been tucked into his pocket, and held his gun proper. A stake in his other pocket, and he pretended to look up to admire the stars. To seem like an innocent fledgling oblivious to those that would do harm. The physical monsters in comparison to the inner monster he was.
“Dinner, ready to go.”
“Oi ye know..” Fergus murmured as he heard her words and lifted the corner of his lips into a smirk. “How about some take out, lass?” He said while he lifted the gun from his pocket and aimed quickly shooting two bullets in her direction. Both targeted for nonlethal areas, and he beamed over towards her with a wag of his brows. Sometimes the supernatural got the hop on him, but tonight he had been ready. He hadn’t grabbed the stake yet, because in all honesty he wanted to play with this monster first. This is a monster he would break, and it was going to be a joyous victory in his favor.
At least those were the thoughts running a marathon in is mind.
The human was quick, Fleur would have to give him that.
One bullet goes straight through the left side of her abdomen, the second bullet unfortunately getting caught in her hip. The force is enough to cause the old vampire to double over between the physics of it and the sheer surprise. Most of the hunters around here – well, they were rather useless, weren’t they? They certainly seemed to be when you looked at the state of the town and all of the monsters that walked around without fear, herself included. A hand moved to cover the wound, pulling back to see her own blood staining her finger. With a frustrated growl vibrating through her lips, her fingers dug into her own wound and ripped the bullet out of her hip so that it could heal properly.
“No one ever taught you how to greet a lady, I see.” She retorted as she looked up at him. Her eyes began to glow yellow as she glared at him, the veins beneath her lower lashes beginning to become visible as they darkened. “I suppose someone will just have to teach you.” She stepped toward him on steady feet. “The first being that you’re better off being polite because you never know what you’re getting yourself into.”
















