The messy haired boy had finally found the woman he was looking for his whole fucking adult life. Errrrrr well not like that. He was looking for her so he could murder her painfully. You see my man Saylum is a Vampire hunter and this woman he's hunting was a Vampire. By the name of Broken. Well he could agree with anyone he was way more Broken than this girls past present or future.
He was tracking the female from a few feet away hidden away in the bushes as he sneaks after the girl. That was one of his strengths. He was quite sneaky. He had been following her since the cowpath and he needed to get this over with before he was surrounded by her kind.
Broken smiled as she roamed through the thinned out forest, her fingers tips brushed against the bark of those that were marked with red X's, as if saying goodbye to the old trees. She walked aand a luisurley pace, taking her time as she picked her way to the warehouse. She hadn't eaten in a few days, maybe even a week, so her hearing and sense of smell were heightened, she had split off from the cowpath a good while ago when she picked up on the beating heart following her. She had no doubt it was a vampire hunter, she was pretty sure she had 50 of those fuckers trying to track her down, but she wouldn't go down without a fight.
Broken had earned quite the reputation for herselve, among vampires and humans alike. Humans thought her to be the most dangerous around, maybe she was, or maybe its just cause she rarely bothered to hide her kills, while those who didn't believe in vampires thought her to be some myth, or just another crazy wandering the streets and killing people. However, vampires, well.... their thoughts on her were mixed. She was a protecter, or she was their enevitable doom, she was brave, she was stupid, reckless and smart, they rarely all agreed on one thing, she was just Broken. She tugged on her black crop top, willing it to cover more of her skin, but the thin spaggettie straps wouldn't allow it, so she resisted the urge to take the leather jacket tied around the waist of her ripped jeans and pull it over her shoulders. Broken had left her gun at the warehouse today, but she was glad she at least had her pocket knife in her combat boots.
Soon, Broken was at the door of the warehouse, she barely opened the large doors a crack, peaking her head and hand in, giving the women, children, and men inside the signal to run. Once they made their quiet and speedy escapes, she flung the door open, suddenly glad her bunk was right by the door, her gun under the matress. She turned to the foliage, still rather dark due to how early it was. "You know, for a vampire hunter, your not very smart." She called tauntingly as her fingers toyed with a piece of hair.
He snarled and rolled his eyes stake coming from his pocket. "For a billion year old you really dont have good comebacks, !maybe 'Get ready to die' or 'My name is Bromen you killed my father prepare to die' " he replied boredly referencing the Princess Bride.
Broken sighed. "I've had my fair shares of Princess Bride comebacks, or quotes from any movie for that matter, it loses thrill when you're looking into that persons dead eyes just moments later, knowing that it would sound stupid if you were to say it again so the only person to ever hear it is nothing but a corpse, don't you think?" She said with a cruel smile, reaching down and taking the pocket knife from her boot, unsheething it as she flipped it in her fingers. "Now, I have had many years to practice my knife throwing skills among other things, so what do you think the chances are that you'll be able to get that stake into my heart before I get my knife into yours?" She asked tauntingly, daring him to rush towards her.
"Hmmm, now you see, ife had many years to prepare as well, my dodging, sneaking, hunting.." he winked. "Charming" he smiled his dimples popping up on his cheeks as raised an eye brow. "Princess Bride, stupid show, why does every think that the princes are always heros? Why Cant they be the villain for once? The one that nobody likes?"
Broken chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "Because the main character of every story has to be hero, they have to be good because people can't handle reality" She replied simply. "You are by far seem to be less troubled by that fact that you are staring at death itself than any other person sent to kill me, or any person who died at my hands." Broken added with a taunting smile.
"Ya'know I dont open up well, maybe we can talk about that when we see eachother in hell, undead bitch" he said poker faced taking a step closer. He smirked and watched her closely eyes darting around her figure doing what he did best. Observing
Broken stopped flipped the knife the second he took a step forward, her hand alread behind her ear, poised to throw, simple instincts she guessed. "Unfortunetely I don't think that would work, you need a soul to go to hell, and I don't have one of those." She said, still smirking and completely at ease.
"Well, fuck. If we're talking like that then I guess we both arent going to hell!" He said with a creepy enthusiasm as he eyes the knife in her hand with a hostile look, but also one that a predator would give prey before it attacked