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It wasn’t the premise that made it feel awkward. She could see the reasoning in it; it made sense, and she probably would’ve suggested it herself had she been in a better mood. It wasn’t his age, or least not completely. Considering what she’d seen, and who she was, age meant little to her anymore. It wasn’t even their clothes, which stood out a little despite vampires’ trends in classical outfits. It was their quarry. Their targets tonight were vampires she knew very well, ones she couldn’t put behind her until tonight’s business was done. Vampires she couldn’t put down without help. Which was hard to admit to herself; she figured she’d been doing well enough the past few years working alone. But he was right. They were one of the more dangerous night gangs, which meant they had a bit more than rudimentary knowledge of hexes and spells; facing them alone would mean a slow and painful beating. Plus, there was the fact that she’d been searching for them for years, had put so much effort towards these enemies. And tonight, it would end. She could finally make them pay for what they did to her. Together, they could eliminate anything that stood in their way. It could finally end.
Grimacing, she put those thoughts aside. They walked past warehouse after identical warehouse, slowly and casually making their way into the gang’s territory. The point was to look lost, though once they were found, it would do little to pretend. She looked around at everything, at every window, door, rooftop, anything to appear more skittish and nervous. He, on the other hand, barely played along, eyes locked on the street a few yards ahead of them, wrinkling his nose as they passed certain warehouses, which she supposed must have been for food storage; from what she heard, wolves were always hungry. She began to feel as though the night was getting darker, the street closing in on her; they were probably near the gang’s warehouse. A quick look at the sky showed her the stars were no longer out, and the moon had vanished. A single cloud stood unmoving in the sky, barely visible against the dark horizon. She had a feeling the sky was artificial here, casting night as eternal as their spells permitted. That was something she’d like to know. It would mean she wouldn’t have to worry about the issue of sunlight. They walked into the darkness, focusing their attention forward, preparing for what lie ahead. Tonight, it would finally end.
 Tezke · Thu Aug 13, 2009 @ 12:19am · 1 Comments |
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