My Immortal (thread for missedith and Jokas_wild)

missedith

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(OOC: a little set up...
Name: Cady
Age: Forever 24
Appearance: (this would be so much easier to type without a kitten biting my ring) average girl next door, think Katie Holmes, with less coloring.
Misc Info: She tried to blend in after she was turned in the late sixties, but now just stays below the simple town's radar, but not the hunter's,or her sire's


Setting: Present Day, A small prairie town, where no one has a clue what goes bump in the night. (please pardon my endless sentences and misplaced commas, i am a stream of consciousness writer))

Cady:


She could feel sunrise coming in her bones. Simon had taught her that, before she ran off, that and a few other handy trick to keep from bring a crispy fried pile of dust. Sometimes she wondered how that felt, an immortal death, it wa unfathomable. She never dwelled on it long.

Cady had been in the small town of Henderson long enough to know that she had no need to fear "death" from anything but the sun. The people here where clueless about her, always finding a convenient answer to any body she left, "FAMILY FOUND DEAD IN PARK AFTER ILL FATED BARBECUE" was her favorite headline from her time here. As if one them really went berserk and stabbed every member the family with an oversized fork, before turning the fork on him/herself. You have to love middle America for that, they are clueless.

She slid effortlessly down the alley that lead to her home. She lovingly stroked her newest acquisition, the pearl necklace that had donned the neck of the sweet older lady she had met tonight, when she was kind enough to let a poor young girl in out of the cold. It would go into her jewelry box, and be a favorite for sure.
 
OOC

Name: Gabriel Knight
Age: Unknown (Prolly 40 but won't admit it)
Appearance: About 6'0" and 180 pounds with unruly blond hair. The same outfit day in and out, jeans, t-shirt, boots, occasionaly a coat. Why change what works?!
Job: Schattenjager, Writer (Unsucessful)

Gabriel sighed and slumped down in his seat, rubbing his face, fingers grazing over the rough stubble. He hated flying but it was the only real way to travel now adays, his beloved harley sitting back in New Orleans in front of his shop. His watcher, some new british guy named James Somethingenglish had told him of his new job, some vampire out in the midwest. Gabe simply rolled his eyes at the job, why did some small fry vamp require his attentions? The typically vauge explination was something about her having a connection to a higher up vampire, somebody that apparently the Watcher's wanted dusted quite bad. Whatever, Gabe was the chosen one so he couldn't argue too much, simply grumble to himself and maybe take bits of his work for his new novel.

Touching down in Texas and completeing the torture known as the rental car counter, Gabe finally set off for the town of Henderson. She had been traced there thanks to newspaper reports of extremely weird deaths recently. Checking into a small motel on the outskirts, Gabe dragged in his bags and got comfy. All his stuff was still in his bags, what a nice change there, and he flipped on the TV. The sun wasn't going down for a few hours so time needed killing and he needed both a stiff drink and a long nap...
 
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Cady kicked off her shows and slid her dress off over her head as she walked into her home, a burnt out warehouse near the train yards, and slipped into a silk kimono. She grabbed a glass and bottle of wine and moved to her favorite room, her inner sanctum, her shrine to all she had taken from this world. Simon had hated this about her, how she clung to useless trinkets, keeping something from every meal, but for Cady, it was that one thing that kept her grounded in this world. She wasn't taking trophies from her kills, she was taking sentiment, and in an odd way, grief for the lives she had to take to maintain hers. She slipped the pearl necklace into her jewelry box and settled in for the night, unaware of all that was to come, that she was due to have visitors, from her past, and from what could be her future.
 
After a nice lil power nap, Gabe was now awake and in a better mood then he was pre-sleep. He scanned the local headlines of the complimentary paper and smiled, today's headline was about a young couple that we're killed in their car, both having quote "really gross hickeys". So creative the writers around here, so very clever indeed. Gabe grabbed his backpack and headed out to the car, heading into town to do a lil investigating. He was interested in maybe getting his hands on a county planning map, looking for old abandoned structures that would be near the outskirts of town.

A few things popped out at him, a mill here, a factory there and a few abandoned mine shafts. Not the most scientific way of finding someone but obviously better then sitting on his ass. He started at the mill, that seemed most likely and he would work from there. Maybe catch her in the daylight and asleep, that would make his job much easier, much less messy...
 
Simon

"Dammit, why the hell does it have to be the middle of fucking nowhere, she is so much better than that." Simon scanned the photos spread in front of him. "This place doesn't even have a Starbucks for Christ's sake."
The hooded figure in front of him let out a small, cough, waiting for his payment.
"Oh, yes, that, I owe you for finding her." Simon stood and crossed to the bookcase beside the creature, pulling out a large dagger and quickly slamming it into the demon's back. "Thanks."
 
She shot up in her bed. That dream had been too vivid, not just the frolicking of a well fed subconscious. He was coming, had found her. She rushed out of bed and started to gather some of her favorite souvenirs in her knapsack. Sure, she'd miss this town, it was quiet, easy, untainted. Hell they didn't even have a Starbucks. But she knew if he found her, this place would burn, and she would be the kindling for the fresh hell rained down on the helpless town.

It was still light out, she'd have to wait to make her move. Hopefully, Simon would not be faster than sunset
 
Last stop on his list of possible vampire hang outs and it wasn't looking very promising. Gabe, stake in hand, not so subtly kicked in the door and called out "Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Bakey", eyes scanning the room the whole time. He saw a flash of movement followed by a loud hiss, the trademark sound of a vampire that is none to happy. Gabe smiled, jackpot, time to put in some work and get some information on apparently the lil lady's boss.

"Cady is it? I'm Gabriel and I'm here for information. Care to do this the hard way or the easier way?"

He awaited a reply, eyes scanning the darkness, waiting for some move or sound to give her location away.
 
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Cady

She cursed silently as Diva wiggled and hissed violently in her arm. "Get in the carrier." she hissed back quietly, just as she heard the stranger bellow from across the darkened room. Once the feline was finally subdued and in her crate, Cady stepped to the switch and flipped on the lights in the warehouse. "And who the hell are you?"
 
Simon

"Patrick?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Come in here and clean this mess up, and tell them to get the jet ready, I have to some unfinished business to attend to in Texas"
"Right away Sir."

Simon gathered the photos from his desk and dropped them into his briefcase. This was not going to be pleasant. It had been 10 years since he last saw Cady, when she left him and seemed to disappear of the face of the planet. He'd amassed quite a fortune and spent a healthy chunk of it tracking her across 4 continents, but he had finally found her, she was not getting away this time.

"Mr Faire, the jet will be ready in a half hour, and Mr. Trump is on line 2"

"Tell Don I'll be in touch, I have more pressing business to attend to tonight"
 
A slight bow and a grin on his face, Gabriel introduced himself like the proper New Orleans gentleman that he was. But his eyes never left her, she seemed nice enough for a vampire, but his main rule was never trust a vampire.

"I am Gabriel Knight, Schattenjager. If you don't understand that, it's german for Shadow Hunter. I'm here because the Order says that you know someone they're quite interested, some sort of boss of yours or something. Now, you can tell me where he is and I can be on my merry way or you can try and attack me in which case I will dust you."

Again, that pleasent smile, always polite but always business. Though he couldn't help but think to himself that she was a cutie, his inner male chauvinist taking over for a moment. He quickly snuffed that idea though, I mean, she was an undead creature and a source of information.

"So, feel like talking?"
 
"First off, I have no boss other than myself. Second, if I were to attack you, you'd be dead where you stand, and finally, I need to get the hell out of here, my past is on it's way for a visit and I prefer not to be around when he gets here. If you want more information than that, I suggest you grab a box and meet me outside at the van" Cady scooped up Diva's carrier and marched past him, headed out to the van that had been parked out front since she had gotten here. She hoped that it actually ran, but if not she'd get a car.
 
Gabe blinked, not exactly sure of what happened but it sure as hell wasn't what he had expected. Gabe had expected a fight, maybe a lil info but sure as hell not the vamp blowing by him with a cat carrier in hand. Oh well, this was definetly one of those more unorthodox moments in his career and he was quickly following her, box of stuff in hand.

"Ok Cady, well, since this guy isn't your boss but your past, I assume I'm looking for him. The Order say's he is important and it's my job to dust him accordingly. Help me, yes?"
 
She gave the stranger a quick scan, cute enough, but he seemed to be the same "stake first, ask the dust questions" type she had alway dealt with when it came to hunters. "No offence, junior, but the chances of you dusting Simon fall somewhere right between slim and none. He, to paraphrase Carl Carlton, is a bad mamma jamma, and plenty of your kind have tried and miserably failed." She took the box and plopped it in the back of the van. "Thanks." Heading back inside, she knew he was following her, so she kept talking. "Don't get me wrong, you look plenty scrappy, probably have staked your fair share and then some, but Simon is in a completely different league. He's got power you can't even begin to understand. Which is why I am getting the hell out of here before he finds me. Now, you can stay here and fight him, because he'll be here soon enough, or you can be smart and get the hell outta dodge." She gave him another once over, "If you decide to stay, can I have your coat, you know before it gets all bloody?"
 
Simon

The flight had been typical. Patrick always new what was needed, for a mortal, he was pretty handy. Simon left the girl's corpse sitting demurely in on the couch as he disembarked, the flight crew can deal with that mess now. Like clockwork, he was met by a driver. "Welcome Mr Faire, Henderson is about 15 minutes from here."
"Good, head out to the train yards, I have an appointment there I cannot miss."
With that, Simon climbed in and relaxed for the short journey. Eager to see his girl, and show her just how wrong she was to ever leave him.
 
Gabe frowned, rather partail to both his coat and his own life. While he completely understood Cady's levity in describing the situation, it still seemed a lil over-dramatic to him. He'd dealt with all sorts of crazy shit all over the globe, from voodoo zombies in Africa to Werewolfs in Germany, there wasn't a lot that worried him. But the Order had stressed hard that whoever the mystery vampire was, he wasn't a very nice man. The details were vauge, like peices of a puzzle with lots of it missing, but what was known was quite grizzly.

"Ok, say I go with you, form a sort of truce for the time being. I don't try and kill you, you don't try and kill me OR take my coat. In exchange as acting as your bodyguard during the day, you fill in what I don't know of the guy we're running from. Sound like a deal?"

This would get him in hot water with his watcher but it was really a secondary concern to Gabe at this point, he didn't quite fancy their stringent rules anyway. A lil vacation with a pretty vampire, what the hell, he had done much weirder for the job. Also, pumping Cady for information will fill in the blanks of this guy and the Order could paint a more complete picture, maybe giving Gabe the upper hand in a battle with the guy. Oh well, this was a very strange and dangerous rode Gabriel was traveling down but hell, in for a dime, in for a dollar here. Besides, she had a cat, any vampire that owns a cat can't be pure evil!
 
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