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@hunterv @hoonts

I started this forever ago with her and I just now finally finished this edit.

@knightfeared said - “There are questions I can’t ask.” Though it’s casually spoken, there is a telling, if subtlyfrustrated furrow notching between his brows. He didn’t have all the answers, knows damned well providing even what he did know would do little to change the outcome of this attack. But Trevor knew enough to know when not to question things, to just find a work around to push through them or set up countering measure so things wouldn’t escalate again. With a slow glance cast back the girls way, he eases a bit, something vaguely apologetic flickering across tensed features as the Hunter turns, continuing to retrieve all the fallen daggers from his prior fight. She was new to this, simply curious, not in a malicious way from what he could glean. Wetting at his dried, chapped lips, though the Belmont tastes blood, it’s all too easy to ignore it as he continues in a dipping, whispered tone, one that eases away the usual carried gruffness with a rare bit of kinder ease. “Sometimes it’s better that way — safer. You should take note.”

She blinked, surprised by his advice. It’s safer to not question some things? That makes no sense to her, but he’s experienced where she is brand new to this life. He’s managed to survive where others aren’t so lucky. Even if it goes against her endless curiosity, she decides to accept his guidance without question. 

He’s doing what he can to teach her. Protect her. She’s grateful. She simply nods, offering him a faint smile and two of his daggers she’d retrieved. Blue eyes take in the little battlefield and not for the first time she questions if she’s doing the right thing.

Is she strong enough to make a difference? She’ll try. 

Her car roars to life, but jolts as he slams his hand against the door. It’s definitely dented, but she doesn’t care. She’s inside and he’s out there. She still has a chance to escape him and get help. “Left my oven on,” she barked, the lie blatant, but apparently humor was where she went in dire situations. It was a coping mechanism.

She threw her car into gear and floored it. Tires squealed and the engine howled in protest. Hopefully she didn’t blow her transmission doing this, but she’d worry about her old car later.

She lurches forward before the tires seem to really catch the asphalt and then she’s off, rocketing down the street. Someone has undoubtedly looked outside by now because of the gunshots. The police will be on the scene before long, but she’s going to be long gone.

@itstimetorambleon​ said - ‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’

“I didn’t have time to wait for you!” she barked back, glaring. “It all worked out,” she frowned, avoiding his gaze because it very nearly didn’t go well. If it hadn’t been for him everything would have gone to shit and he very likely would have found her body. She felt her cheeks burn in shame as she glanced up at him before turning her attention back to cleaning her gun.

She watched the man or rather the being she’d thought to be a man with wide eyes, a pit forming in her stomach. He was a demon? For a moment she was frozen, dread gripping her heart in its icy claws, but one of the rabid locals lunged at her, forcing her into action.

These people were monsters in the biblical sense, but it seemed that they were in the very real and very human way. She felt as though she had little choice in the matter. It was either them or her. Frowning, she leveled her shotgun on the nearest person, blasting them away. With no time to reload, she dropped the shotgun and pulled her pistol, firing, each shot finding its mark as she was forced back, closer to her companion.

“Fuck,” she muttered, throwing a glare his way. That look cost her as she was tackled from the side, her gun going flying. Crying out she moved to fight off the man atop her, reaching for her knife even as his grubby hands wrapped around her throat.

She nodded and shifted to sit beside him, shoulder touching his. Magic was likely the only route that could help him ease the pain of what he’d endured, but magic wasn’t something she wanted to mess with. She also couldn’t imagine that Nick would be comfortable with such a suggestion.

@shotxchaser​ said - “   no  pain  is  forever .   ” - michael

Moving into her uncle's old house was easy enough; thankfully no one was renting it at the time. Unfortunately, Melody had no idea what she was looking for. Was she finding supernatural causes where there were none? Only time would tell. Honestly, she hoped that was the case. She'd never faced a monster that felt comfortable in a big city before and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle it alone.

Doing her best not to let her mind wander to the worst possibilities, the young hunter went back out to her old wagon to get the last few boxes, humming softly to herself as she went. It was just starting to get really dark and nearby street lights winked on as she closed the back of her wagon, the last box of her meager possessions resting against her hip.