Midnight Bliss [OPEN]

[poss]

Crawling growl of the throaty thunder as it erupted overhead, giving way to the droplets of rain that dampened and pooled on the concrete underfoot. Each tread forth splashed audibly, the stainless sheen of the buckles on those steel toed knee highs was tainted in the debris of the street. The sway of her stride, the lick of the breeze, her fluid motion seemed not to be hindered by the downpour as her squinted eyes cast scrutiny across the overcast skies. Another distant rumble tearing through the humid airflow moments after a blinding flash illuminated the cloud cover and she seemed unaware of any threat, or at least, uncaring. A gust of the wind caught the platinum blonde tresses of her long damp hair in a fury, whipping swiftly over her shoulders, a few strands casting a veil across her line of sight. The moonlight had faded, given way without a struggle to the weather that cast sheets of moisture across the city in a gray haze-like mist. Drops seemed to sting in an acidic manner as they settled on the bare skin of her face and neck, their icy cool touch like the pierce of individual pinpricks before they beaded and drizzled hell bound over the heaves of her leather jacket that cover her. A brilliant white dazzled the vista yet again, the surrounding buildings merely silhouetted, the electrical charge crackling through the skies ruthlessly before diminishing as it faded in to the overcast skies.

Anastasia's confident stride was effortless and swift- hands at her sides, fingertips grazing her thighs as she moved. A streetlamp overhead flickered from existence with a few bursts of intermittent light before diminishing all together. A single birch, growing through a designated circle cut in the concrete, stood between she and the street as she paused with a quiet hiss of a sigh seeping from between her lips. Her figure was slick from the rain as it beaded upon the leather of her jacket, glistening with each burst of lightning, gaze examining the enveloping darkness from the alley across the street to the distance behind her. Hands raised slowly, finding the sides of her jacket as she pulled it tightly around her with a groan from the leather, turning her back to the billowing rain as she sighed softly. Paranoid? You are damn right.

An ex hunter of the supernatural creatures that were no longer seen as rare. No, it would seem the presence of human beings was more of an uncommon event to come across, many of them giving themselves willingly to the life of vampire or wolf. It just was not her cup of tea. Ana strived to remain mortal, to continue to live what she considered a normal life. Her body was riddled in scar tissue- attacks of the undead mostly. Attempts at her mortal life. Whether they had hoped to bring her over to the dark side, or simply cleanse the Earths crust of her existence all together, she was unsure. They never lived to tell the story.

The streets were calm tonight, the persistant downpour of precipitation heard as a white noise, washing out all other signs of life. A few individuals were seen here and there, some lurking in allies, the other walking along the sidewalk much like herself. No reason to be suspicious, but she still felt the urge to feel the grip of her firearm in her grasp each time one neared her. The shoulder rig under her unzipped jacket would take a second to get to, and another second to pull the trigger. Sounds quick- but not always fast enough. Her body was weighed down with several other weapons, a high silver content in each- a custom order that cost her a great deal of cash. Money was never an issue. After several years in the hunter business, she had more than enough saved up for one lifetime. Shifting her weight, gaze peering over her shoulder to the street behind her, in the direction she had just come, before breaking in to stride again, a slow, steady pace toward no where in particular. Just another night on duty.

[wesdaniels]

Drunks. Wes had just come from a bar, though he himself had ordered a coke, he wasn't planning on drinking tonight. Not on a night like this, with the rain toppling down on his shoulders and head. Only a fool would drink on a night like this, yes, a fool with a death wish. Wesley had just recently come to New York, he liked to travel, to see new things. Which was why he found himself roaming the streets at night, looking for something interesting. Though, for all the searching he'd been doing, nothing appeared to be that great in New York, Times square was even a let down. He turned his head up to the sky, eye balling the moon like a dog, he didn't think that it was going to be a full one tonight. The man shook his head, tiny droplets of water shot from him as he did so, he adorned a blue jacket, jean jacket which sat over top his black tank top. He wore jeans that were almost green in color, but not quite. The belt that strapped them to his waist adorned a yellowish-golden star with a circle surrounding it.

His dark brown eyes scanned the area, he had a funny feeling about New York. Word was in Hollywood that New York had a big income of vampires, and well, Wes and vamps didn't get a long too well. He didn't even ask to be changed into a werewolf, hell, his 'best friend' had turned him. Damn people, he thought wildly to himself. His hands slipped steadily into his pockets as he continued down the illuminated street, hardly illuminated. It'd seem that the government had given up on trying to put money into street lamps and just focused themselves on their town attractions, such as times square. Wes shook his head, from down the road he could see a what looked to be a woman, obviously insane if she was walking around the neighborhood at this time of night. New York was a dangerous place, but Wes also knew to take precaution when approaching.

He kept to his own trek though, moving to wards her as she moved to wards him. Opposite sides, Wes made sure of it, he didn't like to be the one caught off guard. He moved every step strategically, making sure he put off no intention of harming anyone. If she was strapped, then he had no choice but to defend himself. Though, he highly doubted a human could tell he was a werewolf, especially in his human form. If they did they had good perception, or they'd been around them for a long while. He again turned his head up into the skies, scanning the stars for the moon, hopefully it wasn't going to be a full one tonight.

[poss]

Another harsh flash of brilliance illuminated the shrouded streets, the rippling leaves of the birch over head glittering damp as they resisted the wind with a sway of its trunk. By now her fingertips had been kneading at her upper thighs just below her hips, having given up on holding the leather jacket tight around her upper body. Cautious gaze scanned the scene before her with a squint as droplets clung to her eyelashes and dappled across her face. Long wisps of hair licked at her figure as she stood, the tendrils tracing fine lines over her shoulders and down the slick arms of her leather jacket, teasing along the jaw line and giving way to the breeze with each gust. Musty scents of gasoline and the like were heavy in the humid airflow. Silhouetted figure standing abreast the otherwise solitary tree stood motionless as soft coils of breath seeped from her lip line with a sigh. Movement on the street corner ahead as a pair of people maneuvered from the streets in to a doorway and beyond, the soft click of a latch echoing even over the sound of the rain. Suspicions had already flared in her mind, palm gliding with a seamless caress from her outer thigh to her hip, resting on the butt of her pistol. Why would they be out at this hour? In this weather? It was as if she could taste their crimson essence on the breeze, feel it coil about her and kiss her being without having to spill any of it. Without thought, merely in reaction, the urge to bring them to their knees brought her body rigid, chin raised and lids half drawn over her sultry gaze as she watched the closed door from the distance. Left foot raised from the wet pavement of the sidewalk- a hesitant stride drawing her forth only to cease completely as it touched down. What in the hell was she thinking? Innocent before proven guilty- not the other way around. What was she becoming? Lately she found it better to pull the trigger first and ask questions later. Lets hope this never got back to the head office. Well, its not like all of her kills were on record with the police. She knew how to keep secrets- and lately she had more secrets than not.

Fingertips, having been hovering over the butt of her gun, now dropped, palms gliding over the slick material over her thighs yet again. Lids fell heavy for a moment, blocking her view of the rainy night scene before lifting again. She loved how the rain could wash away stress with little to no effort on her behalf. As she opened her eyes, the haze rose from the warm asphault like a fog as the clouds continued to release their fury down upon the city dwellers. Another crash of thunder crackled overhead, the lightning having gone unseen. His presence caught her off guard- something that was not easy to do, her gaze having still been across the street to the closed door that the couple had entered, and she stepped right in to him. She lost her balance and fell backward- her arm reaching out for the tree but it was further than she had thought. She landed on her butt, knees bent, but sitting upright. She was startled, but managed not to immediatly go for her gun. It was her own fault, if she had been able to walk in a straight line this wouldn't have happened. "I apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going." She lifted her gaze to meet his without a lick of suspicion evident upon her facial features. Any cop could do it. Rain drizzled down her back, some seeping under the collar of her jacket and slipping down her neck and along her collar bone.

When it came to her profession, it was only her bold confidence that would give any hint. Otherwise, she was perfect at what she was paid to do: be herself. Bare palm of her left hand pressed to the concrete, set down within a puddle to lift herself to a stand, but leaving her right open to go for her gun if need be. She was always this cautious, right now was no different. Perhaps it was not he that she was directly suspicious of, but in her opinion, it only took that split second to be taken by surprise that could end your life.

[wesdaniels]

Wes didn't like this, he didn't like this at all. It was raining and the thing about rain was, it was hard to smell scents, and thats what he really put his focus into. When the woman had crashed into him, he himself wasn't paying to much attention either, in fact no attention. He'd been focused on the moon for much to long, he could tell now, from the clouds dancing in the moon's wake if it were full or not. He didn't want to change, not here, not in the streets, he needed to keep that too himself. Wes gingerly touched the spot where he'd been bitten, the upper part of his stomach, he shuddered thinking about it. He could have sworn when she stood up, he'd gotten a shot of gun powder up his nose, the smell wasn't hard to pick out. Though, it was raining and he could never be to sure, even if he wanted to be. The thing was, to Wes she didn't look like much of a threat, people had tried to hunt him before. Again, he could never be too sure, the last time he had to kill the person attacking him.

Wes wouldn't turn anyone, not even if they wanted to be changed for he himself had hated being a werewolf. It disgusted him for that matter, to turn into a mutt and not be able to control himself. He fired the thought from his mind, his hair was now soaked, the dark brown hair pressed against his skull. It wasn't really that short, but right now it looked like just a couple layers of hair compressed. A short sigh left his lips before he actually began to acknowledge the woman in front of him. "No need for sorries miss, I must have zoned out and knocked you over. Its my apologies," there was no need to be hostile, not now at least. Wes didn't mind taking the blame for knocking her over, he apologized for it.

His hands again slipped into his little more than damp pockets. He was thankful that he'd put his wallet into his back pocket, where it was less likely to get soaked. Well, thats if this woman didn't want to get even and try to push him down, that'd be a shame. He almost snickered at the thought of a human knocking him down, he didn't see it as likely. He didn't smell wolf anywhere but on himself, and she definitely wasn't a vampire, he could tell that much. So the only option left was human, interesting. His eyes again shifted to the sparkling moon light, the water pattered off of his eyes, giving them a light glisten. No full moon tonight, that was his final conclusion, if there was going to be one, it would've shown signs by now. After being a wolf for over two years, he'd grown accustomed to when the moon was going to be full. The thing was, he got a funny feeling every time a full moon was approaching. It was always the hour before it became full when he got the feeling. Silently, he observed the moon.