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Jun. 14th, 2016 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
curiousnotmaliciousIt had only been months since Dutch had started hunting vampires, but somehow it was starting to feel like her calling in life. A handful of iffy clues had led her to the house in the quiet suburban neighborhood, but judging by the blacked out windows she was looking at Dutch was all but certain she’d found the vampire she’d been looking for. She parked her car about a block away and walked in the daylight, certain her target would be sleeping, to the front door. Crossing her metaphorical fingers, Dutch only hoped that none of the neighbors would snoop or ask questions as to why there was a suspicious woman picking a lock on one of their picturesque houses. Luckily, she managed to get inside.
Her arsenal of weapons was pretty bare compared to what she was used to carrying with her. Dutch only toted her sword and a gun. She figured she would make short work of the Las Vegas vampire. There was only one of him. No need for grenades or other fancy weapons like the ones her mentor back home created in his spare time. Those were meant for nests. She’d behead this one and be on her merry way with another win under her belt.
As Dutch crept through the house, she practically held her breath. Setrakian, the old man who had taught her everything she knew about vampires, would have emphasized that silence was key when walking through a nest of sleeping vampires. Dutch always took his words to heart. Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, but she kept it low at her side. Her gun was tucked into the back of her jeans. Wherever he was, she was ready for him.
Her arsenal of weapons was pretty bare compared to what she was used to carrying with her. Dutch only toted her sword and a gun. She figured she would make short work of the Las Vegas vampire. There was only one of him. No need for grenades or other fancy weapons like the ones her mentor back home created in his spare time. Those were meant for nests. She’d behead this one and be on her merry way with another win under her belt.
As Dutch crept through the house, she practically held her breath. Setrakian, the old man who had taught her everything she knew about vampires, would have emphasized that silence was key when walking through a nest of sleeping vampires. Dutch always took his words to heart. Her hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, but she kept it low at her side. Her gun was tucked into the back of her jeans. Wherever he was, she was ready for him.
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Date: 2017-03-10 05:20 am (UTC)Having her blood drained was such an odd sensation. She could tell that he wasn’t drinking a lot, but she could still feel her life flowing out of her. It was terrifying. Dutch did all she could to keep from trembling.
“What are you going to do to me?” It was a question she’d asked before in a very similar situation, but now she was even more unsure about her fate. Of course he’d never intended to let her go, but if he wasn’t going to kill her then what was he going to do with her? Wondering about the possibilities made her feel sick to her stomach.