#hitpyre

Reasoning with the dead, she’s learned, is difficult, at times futile. It’s why she doesn’t attempt it often, and always has a plan b if things go south. Yet here Nicolette stands before him, partially shrouded in darkness.

         Is he... being followed?

Michael knows these streets like the back of his hand— he used to be an alley lurker anyway, before he got his own place. Thanks to that previous hell, he was able to dip into the next alley, hoping to lose the figure behind him.

He didn’t.

       ‘ You’d better get lost, buddy! ’

Voice echoed out, betraying that yeah, he was a little afraid. ALMOST. Fast as lightning, the hunter and prey exchange hands and it’s the shorter of the two who comes out on top— the demon’s claws are saturated in RED.

The smell of iron fills his nostrils, just as more movement catches the corner of his eyes; red in excitement of the kill.

        A bystander, perhaps? He was frozen over his kill- ready to pounce onto the other if they drew closer. Michael called out.

hitpyre said: “Do I need to get you a box to stand on?”  /  stop this 

THERE’S A FLICKER OF LIGHTNING IN HER EYES  ——

he’s one person she’s not afraid to go toe to toe with.  ❝ are you trying to start a FIGHT you won’t win ? ❞ as it turns out, going toe to toe with someone nearly a foot taller than you can sometimes spell trouble. in this case, she was just lucky it was the vampire she knew didn’t intend her any harm ( hence the joke in the first place )    ❝ let’s go, fang, i’ll sweep those long ass legs right out from under you. ❞ and she’s smiling. she has no intention of trying to fight him , she almost likes him too much for that. 

‘ hey, are you that carter guy? i’m here to pick up a couple of gats or fuckin’ ...whatever. playing delivery girl. ’ she hates doing this... precious cargo bullshit. this isn’t her job, it’s marv’s. but marv is six feet under, + she’s got one foot in the grave if she doesn’t hurry this shit up. word of mouth says cops are around.