| Subject: Your last chance to run away free. |
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Polly
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Date Posted: 10/14/13 6:57:49pm
In reply to:
Ruger Moss
's message, "/|Kick It In the Sticks|\" on 10/13/13 11:50:39pm
Ruger looked like hell. Blood masked half his face and bloomed out on his flank in a way that made her left hand ache. There was an urgency in his eyes that she could appreciate given their current predicament. She noticed how he moved immediately to put himself between her and the demonic creature, functioning smoothly enough despite the pain it surly caused him. She'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't concerned for the gruff southern male, but her attention was drawn to the demon when it roared in pure fury over her move with the vampire. It's eyes burned in the darkness like hellish candlelight. "You started it, you asshole," she hissed referring to the way he'd sucker punched Ruger from the other side of a wall. It had only been fair for her to return the favor. She just happened to be pretty handy with improvised weapons, although this was her first time using a vampire as a wrecking ball. It was definitely going in the book though.
She watched Ruger step forward with his gun and as they spoke it became apparent to Polly that maybe she had been a little quick to make assumptions all around. These two had history, Polly was no more than some rowdy kid at the cinema. These two had a whole little world of understanding and hatred between them that she couldn't really begin to fathom. She did hear what the demon said before the water tank of her Supernatural Cocktail doused him in her own personal brand of demonic deterrent.
Polly watched as the creature was blasted away with Ruger's shotgun before it just disappeared out of the air like smoke. The sudden absence of the overbearing threat seemed to leave both of them a bit...edgy. They were back to back a few feet apart as Ruger checked the younger vampire's corpse, Polly had turned to kneel down a bit and reached out to pat Blue on the neck with her finger tips.
Contact with the dog did something wonderfully anchoring for her in that moment. Blue was steady, waiting for a command, solid. He trusted Ruger implicitly. She could just tell, looking at him. It was in his eyes, in the way he watched Ruger. With the death of the vampire and that retreat of the demon their energies in the room were already dissipating. It felt like a reset button was pushed in her mind. Even the weather seemed to be dying down outside, as if it had blown out all it's fury in the harshness of keeping them pinned in there. When an imperceptible shudder, Polly's left hand finally released the tension it had been carrying and she felt realities normal again.
By the time she drew her fingers away, Ruger was ready to head out. She watched Blue as he so proudly did the work Ruger commanded. Ruger had pulled forward, trailing the dog, but Polly's attention flickered briefly to the vampire's corpse and the signs of a scuffle all around them, including her ruined weapon. It did not sit well with her that some unnamed demon was out there and aware of her presence.
But it obviously didn't sit well with Ruger either. The man had clearly tried his best in those moments to stay alive and kill the demon and put himself between them again. Ruger was the only clue about this creature, about who he was and what would keep her relatively safe until it was banished or destroyed for good.
There was no more time for hesitation, no matter how much she felt like a dog who'd lost her bone. She followed after Ruger and was struck with how different the atmosphere felt now. It wasn't exactly idealic, they were still traversing through the wet fart of the neighborhood, but at least the three of them were alive and not too much worse for wear.
When they came to the fire escape Ruger's mood made her smirk at the poor guy a bit. "Darlin'," she teased, "fifteen minutes ago it was all thunder and lightning out here. And that asshole would have been at a way bigger advantage," she pointed out the silver lining as she followed him down the slick stairs. "The way I see it, we were smart enough to stay dry." Before she stepped out, she powered off her goggles and stowed them away, trading it out for the little Bluetooth clip she could attach to her ear.
She listened to him and kept a wary eye out for any sloppiness in his balance, in case that head wound had a nasty little surprise a long with it, but he seemed to be keeping a good enough eye on himself. Polly thought about his questions and his final statement. The difference between them seemed to be about skin deep at the moment. He was covered in the exertion of their battle, blood, bruises, scrapes, and probably splinters in unexpected places. Polly on the other hand seemed physically unaffected. Sure, she had a few scrapes and bruises here and there, but she did prefer to keep her distance. Both of them were unwilling to really let the other drift off in the chaos alone. But still, she had to let him really think about it. Sticking with her, well, that could be dangerous too.
She sent him a playful smirk once she stood on the ground again, "I'm fine, it's not like I haven't been there myself from time to time." She went to run her hand through her hair and stopped when she realized she still had razor sharp claws on. She turned to face the breeze instead. Her attention was caught by the black van as it was pulling around the corner a few blocks down the street.
"The thing is...I really am being hunted," she seemed perfectly at ease as it pulled closer. "And what I'm hiding from has eyes everywhere." Her heavy blue gaze flickered back at him, assessing the truth behind his conviction. "I have people that depend on me..." The van pulled to a stop a respectful distance away. "So I guess what I'm saying is," her tone said she wouldn't hold a grudge if he changed his mind and walked away right now, "do you think you can keep up, Tiger." The smile that tugged back at her lips was wry. She did still have two vampires to hunt tonight after all.
Her friends would wait in the van til she gave them the okay. "They're gonna clean up here, but I still have to take out that jackass from the bar. I think one of my informants tipped him off and I need to find out which one." She didn't need to finished the sentence with, 'and then I'm going to make 'em regret it.' Her eyes said everything. It was a small hint about how much she craved secrecy, of what getting involved with her would mean.
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