Bloody Bakugan ::Giz::

[felnicwinter]

"Unit 71 has arrived on scene." Felnic spoke into the c.b. radio, the driver pulling the Ambulance slowly onto state street. Typically a robust place of glamor and prestige, especially on Thursday Nights for Redlands weekly event called Market Night, tonight had been cut short. The Police had locked down four city blocks, sent everyone home and were in the process of investigating the events. All the Paramedics were told was that a shooting had occurred at a Comic Book store. "Pull to the right, they're clearing us a spot." Winter ordered, his eyes taking in the scene.

As soon as the bulky white truck hissed to a stop, Felnic hopped out and immediately fetched the bags while his partner, a older gent named Chris grabbed the gurney. Felnic could smell the scent of blood on the air, his nostrils flaring just slightly upon the first metallic hint of it. It was odd for Redlands to have shootings, a relatively quiet city, the only shootings that occurred were usually over something extremelly serious or, as Felnic learned as he entered the Comic Book shops front door, something extremelly stupid.

"Caucasian Male, fourteen was shot twice in the chest over a dispute invovling a game." One officer said, guiding the two to the injured. Winter and his partner knelt down next to the teen, Bakugan toys and cards were scattered across the floor while several other teens were huddled in the corner, not allowed to leave just yet.

Felnic was not one for chit chat with patients, instead Chris began a converse with the young man while Winter began examining the wound. Massive blood loss, small spurts appearing. The bullets punctured arteries, the body about to go into shock. It was a surprise it had not already. 'Tough kid.' he thought quietly. He pushed the flesh slightly, trying to find any hint of the metallic cylinders but the blood, flesh and muscle covered it. They were deep. Deep meant organs were most probably hit. Placing gauze over the wound, Felnic applied pressure, while using medical tape to hold the bandage down. "Lift on three... one... two... three..." on that count, both paramedics lifted the young man onto the gurney, yet were prohibited from leaving.

"I got word jurisdiction of this one is being given to the Fire Departments Medic." One officer told Chris.

"Fuck you." Felnic snapped, shoving the gurney into the Officers hip. "Move."

"Felnic." Chris spoke but could not continue as a message broke over each ones portable C.B. radio system. 'Unit Seven-One, be advised that Fire Medic 2-4-4 will transport patient. Remain on scene and assist as needed.' Chris eyed Winter, knowing his counterpart hated losing a patient to firefighters. "Winter, go get us a couple drinks. The fire fighters want him, let them have em'"

Knowing better than too argue, Felnic ripped off his laytex gloves and tossed them into the face of one of the four firefighters entering the building before leaving. "Overpaid lazy assholes. Make me do the fucking work then swoop in and take it from me." Slamming the comic shop door shut, the thud caught the attention of the surrounding police officers; most knew Fire Fighters and Paramedics did not get along and seeing Felnics facial expression as he stormed down the street for a makeshift brisk walk, this Paramedic lost control of a patient to them.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle meandered along the crosswalk line, throwing a wide grin back at the five or six pedestrians who were patiently waiting for the walk light to flash. "... What are you saying, is it broken or not? Lars, 'kinda' isn't an answer. Yes or no?" The vampress's eyebrows creased as she listened to the story for a second time. Again, he was sidestepping the truth. "You... mean to tell me that my 600 year old Ming Dynasty vase. Is broken." Giselle's face darkened. She brushed red-hair behind her shoulder and pressed the bluetooth harder into her ear. There was brief silence on the other end until a meek Yes came through reluctantly. Giselle came to a dead stop in the middle of the road. "I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR FIVE DAYS! FIVE FUCKING DAYS, AND THE VASE IS BROKEN! DO YOU THINK 600 YEAR OLD VASES GROW ON TREES? FIND THE BITCH WHO KNOCKED IT OVER AND RIP HER FUC--"

Tires screamed against the asphalt, followed by the stench of burnt rubber. The fender of the Lexus was centimeters from Giselle's legs. "GODDAMMIT!" she shrieked. The driver was leaning out his window, middle fingers held high and bellowing profanity at Giselle. Snarling, the vampire smashed her fist into the pearly white hood of the Lexus, leaving an impressive dent, stomped to the driver and snapped his saluting fingers in half with a flick of her wrist. "Watch the damn road asshole!" The driver crushed the accelerator underfoot and sped off. She silenced Lars's snickering with a hiss. "FIND THE MAID. RIP HER THROAT OUT. GOT IT?!" She received a hesitant Yes. Giselle broke the connection and crossed the rest of the road.

She was greeted by police line tape when she rounded the corner. Groaning and rolling gray orbs when she realized from where she stood to four blocks down was blocked off, the vampire opted to duck under the yellow tape and maintain her set course instead of going around. A paramedic charged passed her in a huff. The vampire froze in her tracks after she took his scent in. Eyes widening and eyebrows raising, she turned on her heel and went after him at a sauntering pursuit.

The Paramedic wasn't human, nor was he werewolf or vampire. He was leaving a potent trail of his aroma. Giselle kept her nose busy in a feeble attempt to categorize this freak. She hated him without even knowing him. Fury bubbled up in her chest. She couldn't repress the growing need to hurt him. Dashing forward with vampiric speed and obstructing his route, Giselle seized the man by the shoulders and slammed him up against the wall. Snarling and brandishing long ivory incisors, she glared at him with savage revulsion. Her violent countenance was worth a thousand words. She only expressed five. "What the fuck are you?"

[felnicwinter]

He had not realized he'd caught some unwanted attention. Usually people stayed out of an angry paramedics way and let them simply blow off steam but the attention he caught was not that of a person. She obstructed his route first and upon first scent, first detailed sight he knew full well what she was. She had gained the advantage of surprise, if by his own failure to maintain control of his emotions and take in that of his surroundings or if by her superior skills - it did not matter. She had gotten the jump on him and based on the expression in her eyes. She was not happy. She snatched his shoulder and shoved him against the wall, her intial snarl forcing a yowling noise to escape his lips. Cats cornered initially became defensive before they lashed out. This was her only warning.

"What the fuck are you?"

The last Vampire he encountered had asked him the same question but that Vampire had already known what he was. The question stood if this female did? He kept his tone low, yet sarcastic, "I'm an ass sniffer. I'm one of those mutts who eat grass when the tummy is upset and piss on fire hydrants. If you're not careful I might hump your leg." Vampires were dangerous creatures and unlike wolves who had the innate ability to want to jump headlong into a fight when challenged, Panthers looked for an avenue of retreat first. She had him by his shoulder and though he could probably push her off, get some distance, she would eventually catch up. This Vampire had his scent and given that it was unique enough for her to take notice off, it would not be one she easily forgot.

This must have been her first time picking up the scent of a Panther.

Interesting.

"If you don't mind, you walking should be rotting corpse, I need to get back to work." It was here the yowl returned. His body tightened as the situation was not one he liked to be in. Pushing against her hand, Felnic sent the symbol he wanted to be released. A hit to her wrist would free him but nothing was better than making someone else back down... especially when they started the problem. "So sugar, either blow me then let me go or just let me go. I think my pack will be around... soon." Even Felnic was disgusted at the thought of being a wolf, so much so that his stomach churned slightly.

How smart was this one though?

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle scrutinized the freak. It appeared to be normal. It would have passed for normal if it wasn't for it's peculiar scent. It's smartass responses didn't help the position it was in. The thing was not a werewolf. Giselle was brash, but she wasn't stupid. Her hand moved up to encircle it's neck. "Save it, freak. I'll throw you in a lab and have you dissected. You're not fooling me. Werewolf my ass," She pushed it's shoulders flat against the wall roughly. The thing was ballsy. It wasn't threatened by her in the least. It's cheeky back sass suggested it found her ignorance funny. Clearly it had experiences with vampires. Giselle hissed through clenched fangs and brought her face closer to it's until they were practically touching foreheads. Gray hues flicked over it's features, taking in every insignificant detail, every blemish and facial hair. To her disappointment, she noticed no abnormalities. Except it's blasted scent! His fragrance was infuriating.

The freak threw an insult right back at her. Giselle leered and cocked a brow. "I'm the last vampire you want to piss off. Start talking you insolent bastard, and I want no more of this werewolf shit," she snapped. The... whatever it was, was getting squirmy. Giselle tightened her grip. The next foul remark that left the thing's mouth warranted a slap. In one fluid movement, Giselle released the thing, flung her hand back and bashed her knuckles across it's face. Giselle brought her knee up into it's groin, "You sicken me," she asserted frostily. She gave it a disgusted look before she took her leave.

Involving herself with that monstrosity, that freak of nature, was inconceivable. She was better off leaving the abomination alone. When she returned home to Paris, she'd make it a point to advise vampires, even werewolves to avoid the likes of it like they would a plague. The thing was a monster, fiendish mutant, undesirable disease, damnable miscreant. It didn't deserve to exist. It must be eliminated. Giselle faltered in her brisk pace. Maybe she should do something about this... She should slaughter it before it spawned more of it's vile kind. Giselle turned her head slightly until her peripherals could glimpse the area she left it. It was gone. She could track it... No. She didn't want to get involved. Someone else would take care of it. Stalking down the sidewalk faster now, she opened a connection with Lars on her bluetooth. She had to tell him now, it couldn't wait. "It's me. You won't believe what just happened."

[felnicwinter]

"I'm the last vampire you want to piss off. Start talking you insolent bastard, and I want no more of this werewolf shit," A hiss erupted form his lips, having started from another yowl upon the feel of her hand across his face. She was tough, spirited and obviously not ignorant. It was odd having a vamp with the nose of a blood hound. Most would have just moved on and forgotten about him, this one would not. She was not letting him go and the only way he would escape if by talking.

"I am no weremutt. I'm something... more." His eyes locked onto hers, the Panther within was stirring, "I am something many cultures consider to be a ghost of the night." A sneer escaped his lips but Giselle brought her knee into his groin before causing him to heel over in pain. "Fucking Vamp." She was showing exactly why his species, his people hid in the shadows, "You may know I am different but you are still ignorant." He brought himself up, as Gizelle backed away. "I am a Panther. A shifter species that has remained out of site for countless years. We really dont socialize with one another like wolves do which has allowed us to remain hidden. Funny thing is..." this time he let a laugh escape, "You'll be lucky to ever meet me or another of my species again."

"We are the same as wolves when it comes to the sway of the moon, the only thing different is we are not submissive like those ass sniffing counterparts of ours." She obviously was caught off guard as the level of disgust oozing from her was phenomenal. She hated him, he hated her. Funny, he thought his biggest hatred was too wolves. His biggest issue now was this Vampire. As she strode away, he regained his full composure and stared her down. The Panther was in danger. He knew it. His mother would be made aware but as it had been for so many years. Unless specifically asked for, unless specifically needed for Panthers to socialize... it was every Panther for themselves. Felnic needed to look after himself first and foremost and odds were he did not see the last of this woman.

Shaking it free, Winter knew tonight needed to end. Quietly, he retraced his steps and went to look for his Ambulance. Time to just go home...