#xemiliacoinx

Rynn narrowed her eyes as the pirate walked up to her. Had she not been gagged, the pout on her lips would have been visible; regardless, her emerald gaze still showed her annoyance. He knew exactly why she was there, he was just apparently too drunk to remember it. He’d put her there himself. 

She hadn't come home. In had been 48 hours and Emilia hadn't come home. They'd separated to hunt the other night. And. Em. Hadn't. Come. Home. She'd known it was a bad idea at the time, something in the air- perhaps the faint hint of funnel cake and oranges had told her that it was a bad idea- but she hadn't listened. Tehra hadn't fucking listened and Em hadn't come home.  The brunette huntress was not the type to sit idly around, especially not when Emilia's life could be on the line. Hands gripped the railing of the balcony tightly as sharp blue eyes darted across the skyline of New York. The sun was setting, and she had a huntress to find. She knew just where to start. It was time to talk to Luke, the coven leader for the lower Manhattan coven. She'd spared his life once, and he owed her a favor for that kindness. Tehra walked back inside, grabbing her jacket from the back of the couch and her keys from the counter. Eyes rested on Em's door for a moment, wishing that her roommate and hunting partner of three years was in there, sleeping, or eating, or coming out to tease her about something. Anything. As long as she knew she was alive, Tehra didn't care what teasing she'd have to endure. As she walked past the door, she met her own eyes in the mirror. Jawline set and eyes screaming war, Tehra opened the door. 

As she strode down the street, her stride was filled to the brim with purpose. Stakes were strapped to each thigh, knives strapped to her belt in sheaths. Passersby looked on with confusion, some with horror, but everyone gave her a wide berth. Good. Tehra had no patience for distraction tonight. She knew where she needed to go.  A few minutes later, the hunter arrived at a nondescript door in Chinatown. It was the entrance to the underbelly of Lower Manhattan vampires. But there was no concern for it. Tehra kicked it open- she wanted to make her presence known. Immediately two vampires emerged from rooms off the hallway and hissed at her. "Don't even fucking try it I am FULL of Vervain and armed to the teeth. I'm not here to declare war, I'm here to keep your leader from causing it. And remember, he owes me his life, understood?" Thoroughly convinced, and more interested in living, the two slunk back to their hiding places. Similar reactions followed as Tehra marched through the hallways, daggers from her eyes aimed at everyone who even considered attempting to stop her. Reaching a particular door, the huntress stopped marching. She raised her hand and gave it a very, very hard knock. Hands on her hips, she waited patiently until the door swung open.  At a rather large, rather nice desk sat a very handsome man. He wore his black hair short and his blue eyes practically glowed. He stood, a wicked sultry smile on his lips. God she hated it, but Luke was an ally whether she wanted him to be or not. "Ah, Tehra, what an unexpected pleasure. Not like you to drink vervain and carry an armory with you." her grinned 

It was the kind of night that made her want to be out on the streets, roaming the city with her friends like there was only today. The taste of the air in the summer wind reminded her of funnel cake and oranges. It was probably wafting from one of the street vendors near Herald Square. Tonight was a Broadway night, a night for rebellious music and laughter until the early morning. There was no school in the morning. There might have been parents expecting them home, but they didn't care- New York was safe. 

Raucous, joyful laughter erupted from two girls they left one of the many tourist trap restaurants. They knew they were tourist traps, of course, but Tehra and her friends had decided to spend the day as tourists. And why not? They were young and in love with the city's bright lights and endless possibilities.  "Tehra! You know our waiter was totally checking you out! You should go for it, he's a college guy! At NYU too, studying for law school. He'll make a lot of money!" A redhead giggled at the brunette standing next to her.  "Oh stop it Kate, the minute he finds out I'm fifteen, he'd run for the door!" Tehra laughed, nudged her friend in the shoulder as she waited for the light to change "Besides, it's getting late, we should head for the subway station, it's like three blocks this way." "Oh, have a little fun, Tehra! You act like you're 30, wanting to go home- it's only ten!" Kate laughed, pulling at her arm and pulling her towards the neon lights of some clubs down the road "That place down there doesn't ID, and the make drinks that glow in the dark!" Kate urged.  Relenting, Tehra sighed and turned away from the illuminated crosswalk sign. "Fine, fine, but only one drink. I don't want to get wasted around a bunch of strangers in Herald Square." She allowed her friend to pull her to the club.  A few minutes later, they were sitting at the bar with a college guy on either side and a glowing blue shot in each hand that the boys had purchased for them. Tehra was engaged in a very passionate conversation about the quality of shows on HBO and whether or not they'd get better. Laughter was coming easy, and she even allowed herself to have a second shot before her guy said he needed to go. Tehra waved him farewell and turned on her barstool to have a conversation with Kate and her gentleman. After a bit longer in the bar, Kate said she was exhausted and Tehra was inclined to agree. Looking up at the nice guy they'd been chatting with, she asked him a question "Would you mind walking us to the subway? It's a bit late and I think Kate's had a little too much for me to support her on my own." Tehra laughed.  The man nodded, helping Tehra aid Kate off her barstool. Their hands brushed and she noticed his hands were ice cold. Odd, but the air was on pretty high- it was summer after all. Soon enough, they made it outside.  "Here, I know a shortcut." He offered, motioning to the alley next door. Tehra wasn't fond of the idea, and told him as such. He met her eyes and told her it would be okay, and follow him. For some reason, that made her feel better, and they followed him down the shortcut. "Not much further, the 6 is just right here." He smiled charmingly. But there was something off about that smile, his canines were just a little... too...sharp. 

Tehra had been falling behind, and she scurried to catch up. Just as she got within arms reach of helping the stranger move Kate again, he pinned Kate to the wall and began to.. kiss her neck. "Hey! Stop it! She's too fucking drunk for that shit!" Tehra yelled, grabbing his arm to pull him off of her. 

He threw her arm off of his as he turned and bared his fangs at her. She was about to scream when the hand that wasn't holding Kate covered her mouth. "Don't fucking scream!" he commanded as he met her eyes. She didn't listen, she tried to scream- but no sound would come. The monster of a man turned his away from her then, and sank his fangs into Kates neck. Kate screamed, but the vampire muffled her cries with his hand as his body pinned her to the wall.  Tehra leapt on him, brandishing a knife she'd had in her pocket, it sank into his shoulder, but he was unfazed. In fact, he growled at her louder and backhanded her hard enough that she fell to the ground, her knife clattering to the other side of the alley. The man dropped Kate to the ground for a moment before kneeling down to Tehra. He grabbed her chin roughly in his hand, strength unlike anything Tehra had ever known forcing her to look into his eyes.  "You are a fighter, aren't you, little mouse...god you won't just let me enjoy my meal. Fine then, looks like I'll have to make you. You are not to move, you are not to speak, you are not to so much as whimper until I am done. And then I'll figure out what the hell to do with you." He growled, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He released her chin, but Tehra found she could not will herself to stand up. No muscle in her body would move- it was like being tied up without a single rope. She tried to speak, to make any sort of sound, but her lips merely parted in silence. Eyes widened in horror as her heart rate picked up.  "Keep your heart racing like that, little mouse, and I'll have to take a break from her and taste you. You're lucky I tasted her before I saw your spirit. You know, spirit is the best flavor blood can have." He laughed darkly before he picked the nearly unconscious Kate up again. His teeth lowered to the redhead's neck and he continued drinking his fill, making sure he was in full view of the other young girl. 

He finished taking his fill and tossed Kate's body carelessly to the side. Unable to speak or gasp or cry, Tehra could only watch, and smell, and think. The air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges but Kate's heart had stopped beating. It was clear for the way her body hit the ground like a rag doll. Wide blue eyes were locked on the form of the dead girl until Tehra felt surprisingly soft hands roughly grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Your turn, kid." He said with a laugh as he slammed her body into the wall of the alley way "Although, I might take a taste now and save the rest of you for later." He moved his nose close to her neck and hair, taking a long draw of the scent. "Oh you are decadent, aren't you little mouse..."