William Holloway

I'm a devil in disguise

His Maker was the only person that William had ever fought alongside, and yet William held no hesitation as he stepped back and fell into line with his fellow Hunter. That Cavendish blade balanced perfectly in his hand as he surveyed the scene. The dozens of eyes on the pair of Hunters should have made him nervous, and yet his instincts rose to meet the challenge with a hint of... excitement? Adrenaline coursed through the Hunter, sharpening his vision and seeming to slow down time in a way that made everything crystal clear. He knew what he needed to do to guarantee his own safety - he needed to take out the vampire - and the goal was to do that with as little injury to the crowd as possible. The supernatural beings would likely fair fine, but it was the humans that he sought to protect - they were completely innocent in all of this. The Englishman voiced that concern to his fellow Hunter, only to be met with the skeptical return of words. William's eyes flickered sharply to the man, a frown on his features. William opened his mouth to speak out the plan when that unmistakable sound of rippling cloth turned his attention in a new direction.

Great. A hyena.

His fellow Hunter seemed equally displeased with the way the situation was progressing. William's own muttered words were met with a quick response from the younger Hunter, prompting that it was William himself that had pissed off the vampire. "What the bloody hell did I do?" William shot back, an equally displeased scowl appearing on his own features. He'd merely been trying to order himself dinner. Was William simply destined to cause trouble regardless of where he found himself? Though he hardly considered that he needed the Hunter's help, he was more than willing to include him in making some sort of plan on how to proceed. After all, the vampire had not been his problem, as far as William was concerned. And yet there would be no escaping this without his participation - of that he was sure. "There's also no guarantee that he'll let them go unless we-" William's words were cut off by the appearance of blue within his companion's hand. For a moment, William thought that that blue light was his power, called effortlessly to life in the hands of another. For a moment, William felt like maybe there would be someone else who understood that psychic energy. But that blue light flickered with flames and not energy, even if it forged into a blade in the same way that William knew so well. The boy did not possess his power, but held a power so similar that caused an ache in William's chest for such ease. How he wished he could call upon his affinity in a situation like this! But doing so would be a death sentence for anyone in the immediate vicinity and and almost certain recapture.

"I- yeah, that sounds-" Once more, William's words were cut off as the hyena lunged at the pair. William leapt to the side, willingly allowing his companion to take the lead on dealing with that situation while William dealt with the larger, more pressing concern. Richard stood on the far side of the plaza, with a half dozen or so humans standing guard in front of him. William had seen possession before. He knew well that these humans would give their lives to protect the vampire whether they wanted to or not. And William had to find some way to get rid of the vampire, disarm the humans, and keep everyone safe in the process. Easy. Right? William started forward on his path towards Richard, the Hunter well aware of the point of his blade as he crashed into a pair of humans. He ducked effortlessly as one lunged at him - the teenaged girl leaping over his shoulder and tumbling into a nearby table. The boy - her father? - jumped at William with a butter knife in his palm. William threw him aside as gently as he could - even if his "gentle" sent the man crashing into a set of chairs.

The other humans were met with similar gestures, the man playing the defensive as much as possible. It was a fae that sank her pointed nails into his arms that got any real reaction from the man. The hilt of his dagger coming crashing down on her temple in one quick motion before he could stop himself. The woman crumpled to the ground before William could react to catch her. And then it was Richard. William opened his mouth to voice some sort of plea to the vampire to let them go, that he had no intention of hurting him, that he didn't work for the bloody Council before the vampire lunged with a speed that William was certainly not prepared for. The vampire crashed into him with the force of a car crash, knocking William flat on his back with the man positioned on top of him. In one quick motion, his blade was ripped from his grasp and hurled across the patio, his arms equally disabled by the vampire's weight pinning them to the concrete. "Oi! Alistair!" The Englishman called out, using the name that the vampire had used to chastise the Hunter. "A little help here!"