Hunter Meets The Hunted (Demi, Nanalie, or Invite by Cross)(Not-Rated)

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"The bloodsucker has to be around here somewhere."

His Vampire Sensory informed him that the bloodsucker had be nearby. All he would do for now is wait and see if the creature came out of the shadows or where ever the thing was hidden. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Newports and a lighter. Upon opening the pack up and removing one of the many cigarettes inside he put it to his lips and cupped his hands around the white end. A flick of the lighter ignited the small flame and he took a deep drag, lighting his cigarette.

Keeping the cigarette between his lips he slipped his pack back into his pocket with his lighter and took his time to take in his surroundings, analyzing the area so that he could use it for his advantage. There wasn't a lot of trees or any real plant life, given he was on the beach. a few wooden poles marked the area that was safest to swim in. To the left of him the land slopped upwards, creating a cliff of some sort that kids were cliff diving off of, no higher than ten feet at the cliffs highest point. To the right of him was over twenty yards of uninterrupted sandy beach. To the back of him was miles upon miles of ocean, and to the front was about fifteen or so meters of sand before it hit the treeline.

Taking a drag on his cigarette he exhaled the smoke through his nose, enjoying the small burn it caused. The wind blew almost steady from the east, carrying away the cloud of smoke he had created around himself.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are, bloodsucker.", his gravely voice muttered beneath his breath, the cigarette moving up and down from its place between his lips as he spoke. He continued to wait, his gun (which was already loaded with the special Blessed ammo), sword, and bulletproof vest all in place.

Spoiler:

With arms folded across her chest, Demi was leaned against one of the wooden poles, violet colored gaze staring down the male in the coat with the cigarette. Her heightened senses had picked up his words, even from her distance of fifteen feet away. She would have chuckled, had she not thought he was serious about his words.

"Looking for this particular bloodsucker?"

An eyebrow was already raised even before her question was asked and she waited for a response of some sort. This was going to prove either to be amusing, or a pain in the ass, depending on which way this situation happened to end up going.

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Feline ears twitched as she stood next to her mother in her humanoid form, taking in the conversation, or the beginning of what she hoped would only be a conversation. The cigarette smoke caused her little nose to wrinkle slightly in distaste. That was one of the few things that really bothered her, and with her senses it was easily enough to pick up on it even from their distance.

Her amber gaze flickered between the armed male and her mother who seemed as if she were just comfortably leaning, as if she didn't have a care in the world. A slightly worried expression was upon her face as she kept herself quiet and just waited to see what was going to unfold in front of herself between her mother and the man.

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There would be no verbal response to the bloodsucker, no sort of playful banter. While his business happened to mix with pleasure (he enjoyed killing everything considered evil), he wasn't one to toy with those he deemed marked for death. In speed no human could posess he pulled out his Desert Eagle, already loaded with The Blessed ammo, ammo specifically designed to slaughter those deemed evil by the church, or in this case, those deemed evil by the Vampire Hunter himself.

The movement would take less time then it took to blink an eye, the barrel of the gun aimed right towards the vampire's heart. In the process of moving the gun to aim, something that took less than a second, he already began to pull back the trigger. So the moment the gun was aimed for the vampire's heart the bullet left the chamber, aimed perfectly for the intended target, the heart.

If the bullet would impact the vampire then her chest would be blown into nothing due to the volatile mix between the Holy Water and the potent mixture that made them as explosive as they were when piercing vampire flesh. There would be nothing left but a giant gaping hole between her neck and shoulders and her waist and legs. If the vampire did happen to dodge the bullet it wouldn't matter because of the other nasty way the bullet reacted. If the vampire were to dodge than that would mean the bullet would strike the wooden pole the vamipre was leaning on. By doing such it would cause the potent mixture to mix with the air, air which would follow the vampire due to any sort of movement she made, and the moment it would touch her flesh would trigger the second reaction: burning her flesh while making her suddenly unable to move faster than a human.

If he played his game right, either way this would end soon. He really didn't expect her to find a way out of this trap that had claimed so many before her, just as he didn't expect the child nearby her to be able to do anything to stop what was to happen... but he had plans for her, too, that were all part of this game he was playing. Regardless, he was ready with plan B if this one failed.

Spoiler:

Well fuck, about summed this situation up. She was fast enough to dodge, moving away from the pole and placing herself in front of Nanalie before the bullet could reach the spot she had been in, due to her own vampire speed. She was not, however, capable of controlling the air around her, therefore the after affects of the bullets did come into play. Her flesh burned faster than it could regenerate, and she found herself slowed to that of a humans speed.

As soon as she was standing in front of Nanalie, which was about the time the bullet impacted the wooden log and the burning/decreased speed started to take effect, she put a discipline into play: Obfuscate, more importantly - Vanish from the Mind's Eye. This would create an illusion which would mask both her and Nanalie's presence, making it look as if they had simply run off or otherwise disappeared completely, if it worked. Meanwhile she mentally would urge Nanalie to flee and escape, not wanting her daughter to risk getting hurt: this opponent knew what the hell they were doing.

The tattoo on her body that symbolized the Beastie began to move among her flesh, preparing to break loose and begin raining hell on the earth. [Prep 1]

Obfuscate:

The Beastie:

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Listening to her mother as she mentally urged for her to flee she turned and took off as fast as her little legs and enhanced speed would take her. Fleeing as fast and far as possible from the battle as she could. She headed off towards safety, and to call someone for help...

-Exit Thread unless Prevented-

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So the bullet had missed its mark but done its job just the same. That was perfect. He cared nothing about the fleeing child as he unsheathed his sword from his back in yet another blink of an eye of movement. His opponent had been rendered slow, human like. It didn't matter that she was trying to mask her and the child's presence, because while he could see she was trying, he could also see through it thanks to his natural, always active, mental block.

It was time to end this. Using his vampire speed once more to his advantage he moved forward the moment his sword was unsheathed, something that took a blink of an eye to accomplish, and which happened the very moment the bullet hit the pole and his target stopped moving in front of the child. He moved forward, far to fast to leave even any sort of blur behind, the sword swinging in an ark with a great deal of force and strength behind it. It would reach his opponents neck, if she didn't have some sort of way to dodge, just as he reached her, before a person could blink, and would severe her head completely from her shoulders in a single, fast paced, clean cut, instantly ending her existence as no creature could live without their head, especially a vampire.

This would be the end of her if she didn't have some sort of trick up her sleeve.

Spoiler:

She cared nothing for her own death so long as her child escaped, and that she did. It seemed that the male was far too interested in ending her life to worry about her daughter. She also knew her child was smart enough to go seek help, or at least find a safe place to hide. So, as she died her mind flashed to other thing: like where everyone else was at as she was dying. Where was any sort of help, or backup? Where were the people who she was supposed to be able to count on? Not here.

She felt the blade enter her neck, unable to will her body any faster than a humans, and therefore unable to dodge it. Even as her head was severed there was a several second pause in which her brain remained active for just a moment longer before everything went blank and the darkness that was death claimed her...

Alec Kane arrived with the fury of a God. He stopped on a dime upon the beach, moving with the extreme swiftness that didn't even disturb the air. Something was wrong here. As steel toed boots land in the sand, leaving his large Spiritual Angelic Wings active behind him which cause the entire area about him to glow a bright white, Alec closed his eyes, letting the story play out in his mind.

A vampire hunter, Cross, a recent new edition to Edge. He traveled here, got into a fight with Demi thinking she was an ordinary evil bloodthirsty vampire, and quickly dispatched her before she could send young Nanalie running away.

The scene playing out within his mind's eye brought a hellishly evil expression to Alec's face Demi was a mischief maker, but to die in the fashion she did... this, was unforgivable, even if this Cross fucker were from his city or not. Alec became so enraged that the very Earth would begin to tremble beneath his feet. A great storm began around him in the skies the likes of a natural disaster. Whoever this man was, he was not leaving this island alive.

Telepathy:

In the time it takes to blink an eyelid, Alec was upon the scene where Demi was murdered. Tears were in his eyes, but his face was pure rage. His grey coat and long hair flapped in the wild winds being produced from his wings. Old memories of war were in Alec's head again. Bad memories of seeing friends die, murdered, stolen away from him. He thought that chapter was done, but here it was, in his face again.

Alec looked upon this Cross person with glowing silver eyes, beaming at him in the fashion that made them resemble two flashlights on his face. He gripped the Mossberg so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Alec wanted to know why; he wanted to know what she could have possibly done to deserve a death like this, but this man.... Alec said nothing to him. Electricity traveled between his wings and around his body as he started toward this man, his anger rising with every second. Did Cross know he was about to die in the next second? Alec thought he had no idea.

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Kicking at the leg of the vampire's corpse at his feet he looked off in the direction the little girl had gone in while trying to assume why such a small child had been with the vampire. Surely she couldn't have offered much in the way of food so what other purpose could she have served?

At the angels arrival he looked over. "Are you here to thank me for ridding the world of yet another evil being?" Taking in the angels angered and yet crying expression he thought back to the pictures he had seen on the walls of the chapel he had been staying in, those angels never looked angry or upset, maybe those pictures were wrong.

Either way he had done the job he had came here to do, though the child still stumped him somewhat, but he wasn't the type to dwell on something for too long, unhealthy as it was and all. Sword still in hand he waited around, not wanting to come off rude to the angel by leaving after asking him a question without getting a response first.

That was the end of him. The second he opened his mouth, was the second he'd opened himself up. Wide up. Talking in front of Alec while that look was on his face, and that gun was in his hand... never a good idea.

Like The Psychotic Gunman of old, he was going to remove Cross from this world in classic Chaos Squad fashion. Talking? That took time. It didn't take alot of time, but time nonetheless. Time for the brain to send the signals down to the jaw, the signals that commanded the jaw to form words. This would not be alot of time to an ordinary person, but to someone like Alec, it would seem like years. Cross wouldn't have even been done saying the word "are" before Alec closed the distance between them.

Angelic Speed:

Spiritual Angelic Wings:

While Cross began to talk to an after image, the barrel of the Mossberg shotgun was shoved toward his opened mouth. The gun was pushed with the force that would knock the top and bottom teeth from the man's mouth, and cause several of them to puncture the soft skin around the lips.

Weapon in your mouth:

Painful, yeah, that was going to hurt like hell. But this was only the beginning... Cross was fast, had to be if he took out Demi the way he did, but if he wasn't fast enough to somehow get out of the way of the gun being forcefully shoved back to his tonsils, Alec would pull the trigger of the modified shotgun, allowing it to erupt within Cross' mouth, belching out an END shell that would likely have his head and body detonating even before the trigger was fully pulled, rendering his entire body into a bloody substance that would pool the ground and coat the surroundings in a substance that resembled spaghetti sauce. With his soul destroyed, there would be no return for this man.

Bullets in the weapon in your mouth:

The exchange would happen in under a second. Alec didn't say a word.

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(Very well, I admit defeat. Haha, it was fun while it lasted. Maybe I'll make another character some other time and refrain from causing trouble on it)

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Another dead man, added onto a list that he almost couldn't count anymore. He'd been splattered about the vicinity and erased from existence. Alec was certain that he'd had no idea what happened to him until it was just a moment too late.

Demi had been avenged. He couldn't stand to look at her this way, so by using his own healing factor did he re-attach her head to her body. She was dead, but he was still able to manipulate the remaining cells in her body to fuse with it's lost part. He looked angry and pained as he gazed upon the trouble making vampire, wiping the tears that had dripped with the sleeve of his grey coat. Where had Flynn been? Why hadn't he been here to stop this? Where the fuck was Maxi for that matter?

Both of them had questions that needed answered. Alec would get these answers.

Angelic Healing Factor:

Ghost finally descended upon the scene. Demi was dead, but the guy that killed Demi was just executed by Alec. Man, that guy hadn't changed at all. He was still surgical with that shotgun, and still faster than the eye could see. Fortunately for Ghost, he had his goggles, so he'd seen the whole thing.

"Aww man, Demi..." Ghost said, looking down at her. He looked back up at Alec while kneeling next to her. "I wish I coulda done something bro, honest to god, but that guy has some crazy holy sword and some bullets that would be real nasty to someone like me or Amaranth... there was nothing we could do, Alec, i'm real sorry... where the hell is Maxi??"

Ghost knew either him or Dez could bring Demi back, but the process of reviving someone was a tricky one, and anything could happen...

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Dez landed just as her father fixed Demi's body, reattaching her head to the rest of her: but a headless Demi wasn't an image she was going to get out of her head anyway. She had watched her father erase the male who had done this from life, but revenge wasn't enough to satisfy her.

Her halo was vibrating as it hovered above her head, as if it were so filled with energy that it might break or shatter into a million pieces at a moments notice. She stood about a foot from her friends body and just stared at her. There was no more cocky or craze expression, no more laughter, no more sly smile that spoke of trouble brewing in her mind that would soon be put into effect. Nothing. She was dead...

She lifted her head, looking towards Ghost. She didn't blame him or Amaranth, of course. She would have been worse off then she was now had one of them stepped in and been hurt or killed. But either way, the storm raging was growing worse and worse, having followed her here from Edge.

She shifted her attention back to Demi, fear and sadness filling her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks openly. She didn't care about hiding them, she wasn't ashamed to cry at Demi's death: she had been her best friend, as close as a sister to her. Now the question remained... could they bring her back? Or was she lost for good?

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"I know, Ghost... i'm not blaming you... and as far as Maxi goes, that's a very good question, and one i've been thinking about myself. Him, and that Flynn guy, her husband. I'd like very much to know what the fuck both of them were doing while she was here getting her head removed from her shoulders."

Pissed at this Cross guy didn't compare to the anger he felt toward those who could have done something to prevent this from happening. Alec wasn't certain that he'd be able to control himself when he saw Flynn face to face, or even Maxi, one of his best friends. This was his daughter, and he'd done nothing to stop this from happening.

"Don't cry, Dez... i'm gonna bring her back, just relax..."

Alec raised his arms to the skies that raged above them and closed his eyes. No words were spoken as he spread either of the energy wings out behind him, concentrating. Large waves crashed and bubbled in the seas. Electricity could be seen moving about Alec's body like a horde of insects, and soon, a white light from above beamed down upon the corpse of Demi, causing her entire form to glow. The light was cast from a giant hole that was formed from the clouds above, allowing the blue sky to be seen above the raging clouds. Life would be returned into the body of Demi, but Alec still frowned. This would be the only time he was able to do this. He, as well as other Angels, could only revive a person 1 time.

Resurrection:

Ghost moved to be next to Destiny, putting a hand on her shoulder for comfort. He felt like shit for not being able to do anything to stop what happened, but had he jumped into that fight, he'd probably be worse off than Demi. That sword and the bullets in that gun stung Ghost from just being this close to them. They were Holy... Alec was Holy, but he wasn't a threat to him the same way that sword and ammo was...

Alec was about to bring Demi back to life. He'd seen Alec take that pose before, and watched that light come down just the same as it was now. Things like this were once in a lifetime events, and dispite what happened to Demi, Ghost was glad to be here to witness this spectacle. He could only hope that Demi came back the same way she was before she died... but this was never guaranteed. As a Ghost himself, he knew this all too well...

Demi's entire being flickered in and out of existence for just the faction of a second: but what returned was far different than what had been there when she had died. Her form was younger, but would probably still be familiar to at least Destiny and Alec. She had been aged down, back to looking like the 15 year old she had been when she first met them. Long purple hair and all.

The other, slightly larger issue, was the fact that while she was /back/, her form was intangible. Seeable and yet nowhere near solid. A ghost. A ghost of her former self.

In confusion she looked around, trying to piece together everything that had happened. There was blood everywhere, that much she had noticed right away... and her best friend? Yes, yes that was her best friend. She was crying, and the man beside her... who she didn't know, was comforting her. And then there was Mr. Kane, with a weapon...

She reached out her right hand towards her best friend, pointer finger extended as she aimed for Destiny's nose. She had been aiming to poke her on the nose and inquire as to why she was upset... when her hand passed through her nose and entered her head. She jumped, removing her hand as fast as she could and then took the time to actually stare down at herself.... She was dead, and yet alive... and had no idea how the hell she had got like this.

"What.. what happened to me? Why am I like this?! And... who... " She lifted a transparent hand and pointed to the majority of the blood. "Who was that?!?! Is that me?!"

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Dez reached her own hand up, placing it on Ghost's. The comfort helped, and her tears slowly stopped falling. This was just an image she was never going to get out of her head, not as long as she lived.

Destiny's eyes widened as Demi vanished and then reappeared... completely ghost like. Her mouth opened slightly in awe, surprised her friend had come back as such, and looking the way she did. She hadn't seem Demi look like that in many years: not since she had first met her and became fast friends.

Then her friend was freaking out... and Dez was just too far gone to honestly be able to answer, and could really do nothing more than stare, beginning to wonder what sort of problems were going to come from this, even though she was back to life... sorta.

It was done... but it wasn't as he'd expected. Demi looked like she did... way back in the days of Murder INC. Resurrection sometimes came with a variety of side effects, and none of them were predictable. Alec had never seen something like this happen before, and stared strangely at this young ghost Demi. Lowering his arms, the nasty storms and tornadoes out in the oceans began to halt their destructiveness, and the clouds overhead began to disperse. Blue skies began to be seen through the disappearing clouds.

"Ghost... this is your expertise, you know more about life after death more than anyone. Give us a prognosis..."

Ghost scratched his head. Looking over this new Demi a while, Ghost spent a while in silence, thinking, watching her. He'd seen something like this a few times.

"Well... Resurrection is never a sure thing," he said. "Sometimes, the person comes back with... 'stuff' missing. The stuff could be age, memories, or more. It doesn't seem like she remembers me. It could be the same with other people too, even Maxi, her kid, and that Flynn guy... Memory loss like this, it could last... anywhere between minutes, or years. Worse case scenario, she'll never remember some things, some events, or even some people. Some memories are destroyed when the body dies, never able to be recovered...If she doesn't remember me, well... I can always get to know her again... I don't think Demi liked me much back in the day anyways..."

Since no one had really seemed to answer her question as to whether or not she was the mass bloodshed and stuff on the ground she bent slightly at the waist, attempting to get a closer look. Meanwhile she listened to Ghost and Alec speak, her mind processing the information sluggishly, as if her brain just didn't feel up to the task at the moment. Then the headache hit... hard.

Her hands flew up to her skull, arms wrapping around her head as she groaned softly. Had she been in any sort of solid form the pain probably would have made her throw up. Memories flooded back into her head at an alarming rate, and yet in such a chaotic fashion that it caused an instant migraine to spring up that covered the majority of her head. "Hnnnnn..."

It lasted only about ten or so seconds before it was over, each memory she had regained was different then the next, and it took a moment before she could process them enough to understand them. But, after another moment she suddenly looked towards Ghost and smiled. "I know you.. now..." She lifted a hand, rubbing at her head for a moment. "Your name is Ghost.. only... you look different in my head... " Suddenly a grin spread across her face and she pointed to Destiny. "She likes you... "

As she began to sort through more of the mental junk that had flooded into her brain she thought back to the conversation, and what Ghost had said. Suddenly, her entire being froze and she turned towards them suddenly. "Kid? My kid? What?"

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She probably would have rolled on the ground laughing had the situation been any differently; but it wasn't, and she didn't. She did, however, begin to shake her head and sighed softly. "Demi, you're many years too late on letting that cat out of the bag."

She then heard the rest of Demi's response and flinched slightly, very glad that neither Nanalie or Flynn were here at the moment, because that would probably have ripped them both apart mentally and emotionally. If she didn't remember Nanalie, Dez could only assume she didn't remember Flynn either. Hopefully, time would fix that, but until then... perhaps Dez herself could help somewhat. "I'll be right back..."

With those words said she took off, heading towards Amaranth's lab. She knew her daughter had many, many, photo albums, several of wish had been created from memory photo's, an odd type of device her daughter had made so that Dez and Demi, and anyone else who really hadn't had a lot of pictures from when they were little, could create them from memory...

Demi was alive again, but from what Ghost explained, and the way she was acting, it seemed as if she'd been... "re-booted" to an earlier version of herself. She was in the mind frame that she must have been in right before she encountered Flynn, or Maxi. It reminded him the most of the old days. She didn't know that she had a kid it appeared, and Alec wondered about that encounter too. Nanalie was going through this traumatic shit at such a young age, something he'd fought so hard to prevent happening to any of the new generation. Some memories may return, some may not...

"This has got to be pretty confusing to you right now Demi, but i'll explain everything. We'll go and watch a TV show that will tell the whole story. First we need to leave here and go back to my house so we can chill out from all of this violence. And by the way, no, this mess around you didn't used to be you, it used to be a piece of shit that should have left you alone."

Alec picked up Cross's Hunter Sword. He examined the weapon, pulling it from it's sheath to look it over in detail. An exquisite weapon that was incredibly sharp, composed of an unbreakable silver, and poisoned undead and vampires with holy water. Alec sheathed this weapon upon his back, where his Angel Sword was usually housed. He'd also look around and find the rest of Cross' items, none of which interested him, except his "Blessed" ammo. Confiscating the remainder of his rounds, he added them to the rest of his collection within the Dufflebag.

"Ghost...I need you to come back to Edge with me for a while. You're the expert on this Ghost stuff, keep an eye on her. We already have one vengeful spirit floating around out there, we don't need the same thing happening to her. This is a really delicate situation so we all need to think about being cool. We're all mad, but we gotta do our best to keep that in check, and I know that's easier said than done. All I ask is that you try. Help Destiny get Demi back to the Tower and meet me in my office. I have to make a few calls...."

Alec took to the air, and quickly vacated the scene...

[Thread Exit]

Ghost was wondering when he would get the chance to visit Edge again. There was a deli downtown that made the best corned beef sandwiches and potato wedges. Ghost no longer had to eat but did often anyway. Some foods were just too good to stop eating, even if he were a spirit.

"Alright, I needed a change of scenery anyway, not that i'm tired of chilling in paradise or anything..." said Ghost, moving over next to Demi to put an arm over her shoulders. This was a simple process since he was a spirit just like her. To make Demi more comfortable Ghost shape shifted his body back into that of the child he used to be when he first met Destiny. He turned his hair orange again so that he looked familiar to her. "Hey Demi, we're gonna go for a ride. This might feel a little strange at first but it won't hurt a bit!"

Ghost watched Alec take off, then began to manipulate his own shadow, causing it to grow and expand. He waited for Dez to come close. "Ready to go, Dez?"

-Exit-

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