Fangs - the heart or the conscience? (open)

« the heart or the conscience? (open) »

Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register.
Jan 8, 2010, 6:34am

Fangs :: The Good Part of Town :: Park :: the heart or the conscience? (open)

Author

Topic: the heart or the conscience? (open) (Read 21 times)

Tess
Watchers

The Hunted Hunter
member is offline

[avatar]

The hunted hunter

Joined: Apr 2008
Gender: Female

Posts: 22
Karma: 0

the heart or the conscience? (open)
« Thread Started on May 13, 2008, 9:00am »

The day were slowly fading into night, and unable to find something else to do Tess had begun her watch early today. She were on the lookout for two kind of people. The hotel suckers and the slayers. It had been a couple of days since she had met the girl, but the impression still haunted her. She really needed to find that slayer, but ofcause she needed to make up her mind first. The brown hair hang loose and played with the wind as she never did anything to it, and her brown duster did just as well. It were summer and very hot even now, so not many would wander around in a long coat and combat boots though they did have a feminine touch to them.

Her walk was heavy like that of a doomed one, and her steel grey eyes are watchful about every single surrounding she walked past. Vampires weren't the only things roaming the streets and after many years of doing this, one would get like that all the time. though she hid it well the watchful eye would notice that she had severals guns and had small crosses sowed into the longcoat and one wrapped around each hand, not to mention inside her coat. This girl didn't want to be a victim thats for sure. She was called a weirdo by the teenagers in town, and the children feared her, as she mostly never saw anyone but still chatted with everyone. She had always stood out on everything else than her appearance which were very ordinary and dull. She had begun her aging around the eyes and had a small scar on the neck. The rest of them were hidden by the black shirt and the brown leather jeans she was wearing inside the longcoat.

She walked arund the park apparently with nothing to do, and smiled polite at the young couples walking there trying to find a place just for themselves. And that were something Tess had never been able to tell them even if they wanted her help. Cause she had been alone most of her life, not daring to get any friends, and not knowing how. Tess didn't believe in true friends, and people wouldn't want to know what she did for a living. kill vampires, destroy demons and take all their valuables as soon as they were disposed of. Some days it were for nothing else than survival but also for fun, as Tess had got a wierd humor over the years, so the rush of hunting was great, and their panic while she questioned them was funny. A wierd humor, but it let her go by and let her stay sane with the things she dayly saw.

« Last Edit: May 15, 2008, 9:03am by Tess »

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

Info Center