they argued my right to ascension

It was the third time his mobile had rung and the third time the man had ignored it, continuing instead to lean back against the sides of the open window he had momentarily taken up residence in- affording him a view of the bustling street below, golden eyes lazily roving over the expensive cars and lavish stores that so decorated the North side. In the bright light of day a rouge vampire should hardly have been a concern and yet, a displeasing trend of day walking leeches had seemed to have settled upon the city of late- the unfortunate fellow desperately attempting to free himself from the chains that bound him in the room behind the reclining Hunter one of the unlucky victims of his operation to remove them this week. For a moment the golden haired Hunter finds himself inclined to frown, head turned back briefly to glance at the frantically struggling vampire still, the teeth of the creature bared at him as if it truly believed itself fearsome.

"Will you please just shut up? I'm attempt to peruse and your insistent attempts to cling to your non-existent life are bothering me."

If anything his words only seemed to enrage the vampire fellow more, the creature having gone from desperate pleas too all out violence and yet it was hardly surprising really. Vampires, like any other supernatural, didn't truly possess emotions or feelings they were simply....human-like bacteria that attempted to mimic the human race, attempting to pretend their wretched kind had souls somewhere within and truly the man is assured this is hardly the case. They didn't think, they didn't feel- they fed. If not on blood then upon flesh or good will or charity or whatever else some vapid human being attempted to offer them only to fall victim to them. The city was rampant with them of late- Were's by far the most prolific and by far his most loathed of the species and yet for now he is content at least to fixate upon his single captive. His hands continue their work, twisting and turning about the light within them, shaping and carving it as his touch- a display of his own unique power and a walking death sentence for most vampires. He was curious, really, to see how much of an effect it held upon one so apparently immune to the sun, a more old fashioned wooden stake resting behind him should such a plan go awry.

When he is content with his hand made throwing knife- a gleaming glowing weapon crafted from power light itself the Hunter finds himself inclined to stand at last, tossing his weapon easily within his free hand- ignoring the restrained vampire and his begging cries once more to rather suddenly hurl the light knife directly at his chest- the room filled with shrieks and cries and the creature seemed to suffer some sort of seizure and yet evidently remained twitching still. Hmm.

"How unfortunate."

Evidently they were a little more immune to light then the others, the creature still somewhat alive- if that word could even be used for a vampire as the man's attention found itself drawn outside once more- golden eyes fixating upon a rather vocal woman across the street whom seemed to be attempting to sell....potions. It is was something of a sigh that the man simply reaches for the wooden stake beside him, lobbing it with little care towards his victim to finish his little game, leaving the bloodied room for someone else to bother with before strolling casually from it ad out into the hall, down the stairs and outside of the neat little town house- pausing only to assure his jeans and favoured black sleeveless hoody remain free of blood- weapons entirely concealed once more as his hands return to his pockets and the young man simply joins the crowd upon the street.

It is easy to circumnavigate the woman, a witch, her mere presence resulting in a skittering of static across his skin in response to her presence, circling wide and around to simply watch her for several moments still. She was a regrettably....pretty thing, his mind, for the barest of moments, drifting back to Serafina as it so often did when he least desired it, unease settling within him once more as he attempted to ignore it and fixate his mind upon his task alone. He had thrown himself perhaps a little too vigorously into work of late and yet the more he worked the less time his mind had to focus upon...attractive women or the fact a teenage relative with several generations between them and taken up residence in his apartment- teenage girls by far a mystery he is not nearly ready to confront. In his day things had been...easier. How he missed his own generation. He waits only until the human customer is given to leave, a flash of blinding speed seeing him appear rather suddenly behind the little witch- a gasp of several members of the crowd seeing more then one stumble hurriedly away from him. He is known here- this s his area to patrol, a number of humans already beginning to look suspiciously towards the witch- most knowing far better then to engage themselves with any Azrael has targeted as he simply waits for the girl to turn- arms folded easily across his chest as golden eyes find her own beneath that shock of white gold hair, the barest hint of a simper dancing across those handsome young features- betraying none of his true age.

"Go on- tell me about how that can cure my hot flushes, hmm? You wouldn't be practicing witchcraft now would you?"

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread