Post by Elizabeth Koch on Dec 14, 2011 20:23:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2hxwqau.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #2a160f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Elizabeth cursed under her breath. Flynn had actually parked the family at the NYNY in Las Vegas for a few days, so she had arranged to meet up with Mike. However, instead of stealing a car as she usually did, she'd decided to take a taxi. Why? Because stealing would have been too noticeable when she was staying in the very same city, besides it was easier for her to simply have the taxi drop her off a few blocks away. Of course, all of her plans when to shit when she ran into a very familiar face. A handsome young man with blonde hair and black on black eyes had pulled her into an alley with preternatural strength. He had been forced to release her when she threw the contents of a small vial of holy water on him, but had managed to stay between her and the way back out. She stared at him, terrified and angry all at once , before deciding it was better to get lost than to get killed. Whirling, Zaza broke into a run for the other end of the narrow alley. The demon caught up to her easily, grabbing a hold of her left wrist and pulling hard. Zaza felt pain flare up her arm as her shoulder twisted. The hunter was forced to turn or risk dislocating her shoulder and the demon's fist was waiting. Elizabeth went down hard and didn't immediately get back up. "You're soft for a hunter, you know." The demon's voice was surprisingly rich, probably because it had possessed a real life Prince Charming. "Not sure why those brothers of yours haven't dropped you off on some street corner." "Family. We take care of each other." Zaza slowly got back to her feet to face Charming. "And I'm not soft." Her shoulder ached, but her expression was grim. "Whatever lets you sleep at night, princess. I thought I'd settle a little score with you. I don't like hunters and you just got unlucky enough to get a good eyeful of me." He smiled, and the expression itself somehow managed to be sinister. "Of course, I let you get that look. We both know it. I've been bored. It's nice to have something to hunt again." She fumbled for a weapon, anything and came up with only a small pistol. The huntress cursed herself, she'd gotten lax in her meetings with Mike, leaving the majority of her weapons at home. "I know how to exorcise you." He laughed, the sound good-natured and friendly. "Yes, but you don't have the incantation memorized. You're smart, Elizabeth, but not that smart. You should know better than to go roaming by yourself." He stepped towards her, chuckling when she edged away. "You can't escape me unless I let you. Mr. Stripper won't miss you, he'll find another pretty girl to warm his bed." Exasperation filled the girl. "Seriously? You're going to try to chisel at my self-confidence? Why don't you just get it over with?" A large hand wrapped around her throat, and Elizabeth was slammed into a brick wall. Her head throbbed, but she had enough sense in her to plunge the salt-encrusted dagger into the demon's side. He yelped and dropped her. Angry now, he kicked her in the side over and over again. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" He gave her one more solid kick and pulled away, looking disgusted. "Fuck this. Get smart, Koch, or I'll kill you the next time we meet. Consider this a warning." With that, he disappeared, leaving the huntress curled up on the cement. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: An alley in Las Vegas Music: None Outfit: A pair of jeans and a black tank top. Notes: Demon run-ins aren't exactly accidental. |
