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John Cooper ([personal profile] emotioneater) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-07-08 02:54 pm

Fight like the night (OTA)

A Day

If anyone is up on current popular forms of social media, they’ll have noticed a certain trending topic on Instagram. Several pictures of two men beaten up and lashed to a lamppost have been making the rounds. If not for various injuries, one could almost mistake it for a frat house initiation hijink. Those knowing the signs will recognize several of their injuries as vampire bite marks. What makes the pictures quite extraordinary is that the two men are hunters. In another photo, there’s a picture of an unconscious female hunter also beaten to a pulp. While whoever took the photos is nowhere to be found in frame, he’s left several taunting messages at the bottom of each one. “Hillingdon: 0. Me: 3.” reads one. “All hail the mighty Hillingdon hunters,” reads another.

Cooper’s busy looking them over for about the fiftieth time, snickering as he does so. He’s sitting out on a park bench, taking advantage of his temporary immunity from the sun in a T-shirt and shorts. Anyone who gets close to him will notice the dilated pupils and disheveled look he has. He can’t remember the last time he slept. Not that he needs to, hyped up like he is on the fae blood. He glances down at his phone, flipping to another picture, letting out a cackle as he does so.

B Evening

The restless energy he can’t seem to shake hasn’t left him by the time the sun starts to set. There’s only one thing to do. He pulls his little BSA M20 out of the garage and takes it out for a spin. Cooper speeds recklessly all over the city, letting his energy get left far behind as the wind whips past his motorcycle. There’s nothing that soothes his mind like riding around.

Maybe you’re scrambling to make your way across the street just as he comes to a noisy, screeching halt. Maybe he spots you on the other side of the street and recklessly pulls a U-turn so that he can pull up next to where you are. Maybe he’s idling at the curb, waiting for you to come out of a shop after catching your scent. Any way you look at it, there’s a vampire sitting on top of a motorcycle who’s taken quite the interest in you.

C Night

Long after the last light has faded from the sky, Cooper knows he needs to feed. The problem is that he’s not craving human blood tonight. After accidentally tasting Will’s blood, all he can think about is fae blood. He resists the urges as long as he can. Alas, eventually, his will crumbles. He takes to the streets, stalking his prey. What he wants most of all is going to be hard to find, but in his current strung-out state, he’ll take anything and everything he can get.

Skulking down alleyways and climbing over rooftops, he’s not the perfect silent predator he usually is. People that he’s following will feel a prickle on the back of their necks, some sixth sense warning them that somebody is watching them. If they aren’t careful, he’ll strike them down and feed without pity.

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B

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
It did not take extra perception to notice someone on a motorcycle. The engine was noisy enough to warn other drivers of his presence, a saftey precaution that also made them annoyingly loud. Mab had been looking at a nearby clock when the sound of the rumbling engine is coupled with irate honking and some yelling as he turns across two lanes of traffic and stops next to where she is sitting on a pylon by the bridge waiting for a messenger to return. She slowly lowers the hand she'd been using to block out the sun and turns her head toward him.

Her senses don't focus on smell, thank goodness or she'd be overcome in the city quickly and the exhaust from the bike was obfuscating anything she might want to smell. She doesn't bother to say anything, it's not like he'd be able to hear it over that monster anyway. He looks young physically but something in his eyes belays that impression. Even though he looks impatient like a mortal his physical age might. People continue to walk by, though they've been avoiding her the entire time, giving wide berth to the wide concrete statue as though absently deciding it was better to go around the other way. Apparently the charm wasn't working on him.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-09 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
The engine turned off which was a blessing to the ears and lifts the goggles so she can see his eyes. She smells like freshly fallen snow in general so it's not surprising it smells off to him. And perhaps magic also has a scent. She hasn't known a wolf to notice it before or at least they haven't mentioned it. And this one did not feel like wolf, he does feel like something familiar. Mab stared right back as she tried to decide what he might be. If his interest concerned her it certainly didn't show in her body language. She still relaxed against the concrete, letting her hand fall to her thigh, polished fingers spread near her knee.

"Can you now?" It sounds almost lazy, voice cool.
Edited 2015-07-09 07:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-15 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Mab turned her head as the Vampire settled down next to her, casually as though he were a compatriot but his gaze was at least cautious which meant he wasn't a complete fool.

"Oh yes, I am special." She agreed. "Which begs the question, what is it that you wish of me?" She tilted her head just a touch as though listening to something far away. This close he gave off a faint scent of blood. Vampire then. A vampire had come out to play. How very interesting.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That earned one raised brow and a half amused look. Mab straightened up and lifted a hand to touch his cheek, an almost affectionate gesture that trailed down his chin then turned harder, more rigid. "Dear boy, I am not prey. And you could not afford the cost of a donation." She looked at his eyes, still a little dilated from his earlier meal. A vampire coming off a fae high, no wonder he was reckless.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-19 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
She watched his eyes drop to her wrist, any trepidation he might have overridden by his need to feed. He came across as a very young vampire, the kind that probably wouldn't make it. Not the best first impression. His voice was quieter, less devil-may-care when he spoke again and Mab wasn't surprised to hear him all but ask her price.

She could take advantage of his obvious weakness. Throw him so far into debt he'd never get out, get her own vampire vassal but she wasn't particularly impressed with his chances of survival. And frankly, trying to wean a vassal off the blood of her kind wasn't all that appealing. She could make him suffer which, admittedly, would be entertaining, but it hardly seemed worth the effort. "A favor owed and collected later, without question." She lifted his chin a little trying to get his attention back to her face, leaning in so that her cool breath would be something physical against his skin, distracting. "And your name. All of it."
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-20 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Cooper at least has the excuse that he's not quite in his right mind. But he does, at least, consider it. She's not sure if it was her breath meant to wake him up or his own mind finally just catching up with the rest of him that seems to finally make the situation sink in but finally he shows some restraint. And some manners.

She smiled a little, just at the corners of her mouth, letting her fingers trail slowly off his chin now that he's thinking clearly again. "And that," her tone is pointed, "is why it is such a treasure. Well done, Vampire, I was beginning to think you didn't have an ounce of sense."
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-07-28 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes," She replied dryly, "The two are not mutually exclusive." And in comparison to her he probably was young even at his age. She definitely does not miss his almost magnetic attraction to her finger before he stops following her touch. Even awake his body craves fae blood. If not stupid, but perhaps careless. She still isn't convinced he's not stupid.

"Cooper." She repeated, the pronunciation an exact match to his own. Mab remembers. Perhaps he gave her this much in hopes that she would let him stay close long enough to convince her about her blood still. Or perhaps he thought part of the name would possibly give him some of her blood. It is fortunate for him she doesn't know he is a natural follower and that he's not coming across as a particularly good investment. "No title, Cooper?" She was fairly sure the vampires used titles but perhaps she was wrong.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-08 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He could disdain it all he liked, titles were important as far as Mab was concerned. "Are you still a Lieutenant?" He certainly did not come across as military. Which begged the question, why he'd been called that. Mab did not ask it just now. But her raised brow at the initial mention of it might as well have.

"I am called the Lady of Air and Darkness." She replied, something like amusement in her eyes. It was a miracle he could hold himself back so much when his whole body was on edge as it was now. "You may call me Ms. Sommerset if you like."
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-11 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It made no sense whatsoever to her. "Outcast?" And what did being outcast have to do with bicycles? Her eyes drifted to his motor bike and she internally corrected that to motorcycles. "Tell me about the Outcast, Lieutenant." Mab could always use information.

She did not miss that hint of sarcasm. But really he couldn't come off much worse than he already had so she let it slide. And the bit of respect countered the sarcasm enough that she was mollified.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-12 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
Biker gangs. Well Americans always did find ways to be unique. Even the Supernatural set. She knew a wizard who advertised in the phone book as a private investigator of the supernatural. A vampire motorcycle gang wasn't any more odd. "Ahh, I see." But it made his condition now seem odd. Someone who was a trusted lieutenant should be able to show more restraint. "You still yearn to be a trusted right hand man."

Her expression was quizzical, she had some time before the person she was meant to meet would arrive so she asked. "Your habit became a problem?" It would explain some things. He was being forthcoming, no need to stop asking questions.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-13 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Not liking titles but being wistful about a specific one was erring on the obvious side, but she considered the question to be rhetorical.

Oh vampires, ego was rarely a problem for them. As a fae, beauty was kind of the the norm for the high sidhe. But he seemed to have amused himself with the comment. So perhaps it wasn't all ego. "You left because you lost control then?" He was quite forthright, this vampire.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-21 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ahh, and for the young vampire who didn't like to lose control he seemed to have realized he'd lost some here. She certainly knew much more about him now and it served him right, thinking he could just ask to sip from her. "And yet, your control does not seem to be at peak today." The subject change might seem a kindness but perhaps not considering how vulnerable he apparently is to running off at the mouth. Her head tilted in question. Why had partaken? Was he still struggling regularly with control? Was he losing his battle? At least he still had his looks.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-08-25 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows rise at the almost angry response. And then the sulky addition. Her expression all but says 'come on Cooper, no one forced you to drink from a fae. In fact most fae would not even consider allowing themselves to be sampled as a favor. Which meant he most likely had to work for it.

"I believe the humans have an eight step program." She got the number of steps wrong. "Isn't there one about accepting responsibility for your actions?" Mab doesn't have a clue about AA. If there isn't a step like that there ought to be, and she generally thought people needed to either deal with their problems or die trying. If you weren't strong enough you were hardly useful to her.

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