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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 2, 2011 23:46:35 GMT
It was a very nice place. Very nice.
Charity hummed as she observed the mansion on her scrap of paper, the information she had regarding Kana Lemartes claimed that he was a Vampire of little standing, mild threat but enough money and connections to play it otherwise. This should be some of the easiest money she'd ever made.
Avoiding security personnel and cameras she slipped through the gardens to the window her employer claimed was Lemartes's. No lights. He must not be back yet. According to the info, he ran a humman trafficking ring, bar/brothel all in one. She would be getting a raise if she put it out of business as well but even she wasn't stupid enough to think she could take on a whole Vampire Den. If he had the money for a place like this then chances were he had men and women under his command that were worth the price she was being paid to take him out.
Silently scaling the side of the building, Charity jimmied open the window and slipped inside, closing the window after her as she took a look around the room to make sure her informant's information was right. Thus far, it looked to be. This room was practically swimming in opulance.
Brief survey done, she looked around for a place to hide until her mark arrived.
She had a few options, closet, on suite bathroom or under the bed.
Bed gave her no room to manouver but offered the greatest position of protection, if she hid under there she could kill Lemartes without him ever laying eyes on her. But it also meant that she wouldn't be able to take accurate aim on him. She could miss and give away her position. No. No under the bed was well and truly out.
She checked the bathroom and frowned at the interior briefly, she could smell a lot of blood in here. And her footsteps echoed. No. Not the bathroom either, it was in an awkward position.
That left the closet.
It wasn't perfect, but she'd used worse.
Slipping inside, the Mercenary turned assassin checked over her equipment, guns, check, knives, check, shotgun - didn't bring it. Too noisy and cumbersome.
She tied her hair back and checked over her guns to make sure they were loaded and ready for action - they were.
Smirking, she sat back and crouched, waiting, in the shoe-rack for her prey to return.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 6, 2011 17:10:54 GMT
Once he'd left the dingy pub, Kana went back to his club to take care of a little business and then, leaving his manager in charge, headed for home. He more or less ignored the staff in the massive house, safe to give the head housekeeper instructions that he didn't want to be disturbed unless it was important. He didn't need to specify what constituted 'important' any more - the staff had learned very quickly when not to disturb Kana.
He strode into his bedroom, locking the door behind him and tossed the bottle of wine he'd bought from the pub onto his bed. He'd drink that later, probably mixed with a little blood. He hadn't been kidding when he'd remarked on that to Felix.
Right now though, he wanted a shower. He took his jacket off and threw that on the bed next to the wine and then sat down to take of his boots.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 6, 2011 17:16:47 GMT
Charity tensed in her hiding place, silently thumbing the safety off her gun as she peeked out through the tiny gap between the doors to get a good look at ther target.
He was getting undressed.
She frowned slightly, pondering her next step. It would be prudent to kill him now, before she was discovered, however, he was getting undressed. That meant he would be removing any and all weaponry and leaving himself significantly more vulnerable than before.
She fingered the trigger of her gun thoughtfully before silently settling back, deciding to wait.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 6, 2011 17:59:54 GMT
A few seconds later, Kana kicked his shoes into the corner of the room and stood up again, removing the guns from his belt and tossing them on the bed as well. For an 800-odd year old vampyre, he was messier than a teenager. He unbuttoned his shirt - no prizes for guessing where that went - leaving him in just his dark jeans. These he left on for the moment.
A small sound had caught his attention - barely noticable to human ears but there none the less. He paused for a moment, glanced at the wardrobe and then proceeded to dump the mobile phone and assorted bits of crap out of his jeans pockets. Unfortunately, vampyre overlords aren't immune to the bits and bobs that always seem to accumulate.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 6, 2011 18:26:53 GMT
Charity was all business when it came to jobs, but even she wasn't immune to good looking guys when they were half naked. And anyway, she spent most of her time on the job and almost all other guys she knew were Hunters as well, and far too paranoid to sleep with someone just as dangerous as they were. And Charity, in all honesty, was a snob. So, sexually deprived, she allowed herself a few seconds to enjoy the view.
But only a few before she tightened her grip on the gun. Waiting until she was quite certain he had removed all weaponry and all objects that could be used as a weapon. (And having seen her father kill someone with a soup can once, she wasn't going to put any object above being a weapon.)
She took a breath.
Now!
Tightly coiled muscle propelled her out of the closet, gun stretching out at eye level through years of practice as it clocked onto the side of the Leech's head and fired - all within the same heartbeat, before her feet hit the carpet.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 6, 2011 20:41:38 GMT
Kana's head turned as Charity burst out of his wardrobe. He flickered quickly out of the path of the bullet, although having been caught off his guard, he wasn't quite quick enough and the bullet skimmed his shoulder. He flickered again, picking up his own gun in the process and sending a shot towards Charity. He didn't aim to kill though, or even to wound fatally. He wanted to talk to her first.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 6, 2011 20:55:02 GMT
Charity was already moving as soon as she noted her target was no longer where he should have been getting his brains exploded all over the nice bed upholstery, she didn't even try to track his movement with her eyes - these days, her instincts were more effective that her eyes and ears in combat and against Vampires and Werewolves, eyes and ears were often too slow.
The Vampire's shot barely missed her, several strands of red hair burning as they were caught by the bullet, several of them getting wrenched out of her skull as she flung her gun where she knew the Vampire was and squeezed out another round.
It was only in the deeper recesses of her mind that she took note of his ability to Flicker. Someone had fed her misinformation, or this whole thing was a farce. Either way, she wasn't happy with this development and was now in an enclosed space with a bloodsucker in a bad mood but one who could move faster than her eyes could follow.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 6, 2011 22:45:19 GMT
Kana sighed, flickered a third time and picked up his karabella from where it stood next to his bed. Whoever had hired this woman obviously knew what they were doing. She was good. He narrowly dodged the second bullet she fired at him and grinned.
He flickered behind her and flicked the blade of the sword across her back, deep enough to draw blood but not deep enough to do any real damage. "So tell me, girl, did you really think you'd be able to kill me that easily?" He said in her ear.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 6, 2011 22:55:16 GMT
Third time flicker, she snapped around - he would come at her from behind, like all Vampires did (it was practically standard), only to feel the unmistakable sensation of something slicing through her back. Grunting in pain she stumbled a little bit and forcefully threw her arm back, ignoring whatever it was he hissed into her ear, using the butt of her gun to hopefully strike the bastard in the side of the skull. If he were human and the blow connected, it would definitely give him a concussion, for a Vampire, it would hurt, possibly take him by surprise long enough to actually shoot him with a bullet. If it hit. She wasn't sure it would. Someone had been telling her porkies about this guy's ability - he was faster, more skilled, more controlled and what's more, he flickered.
She had a sinking sensation that this wasn't one of the Run of the Mill Vamps she was used to from back home, she was beginning to think she was tangling with a Vampyre of more than a few centuries.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 7, 2011 14:56:02 GMT
Kana grinned, dodged the gun as it swung towards his head and flicked the sword across the would-be assassin's hamstring before moving to stand in front of her. Another flick of the sword, at her hand this time, aiming to make her drop the gun. As much as he enjoyed playing with his food, it wasn't quite so fun when they were as good as this woman obviously was. Besides that, he couldn't hang around all night playing games.
He held the sword-tip to Charity's throat and pressed gently, though not enough to draw blood.
"What's your name, girl?" He asked her with a cold stare. "And more importantly, what's the name of your employer?"
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 7, 2011 15:34:11 GMT
She stumbled with a yelp of pain as her leg was cut, the gun already being ripped from her hand. She froze though, at the cold touch of a metal point against her throat, glaring at the Vampyre in front of her as she held herself carefully so as not to tear open the slice along her back or leg any further - and she wasn't happy about the one on her back to be honest, she really liked this jacket! And the top and the bastard had to cut through her bra strap as well! The one on her leg, less so, it was just a pair of jeans, she had loads of them, but the red leather zip up vest was expensive!
Idly, she contemplated using one of the knives attached to her hip but realised that she wasn't a match in close combat at all. Fuck it all, if she had received proper information, she would have sniped his ass!!
Blue eyes narrowed as she considered her options, glancing briefly to the window - it was too high up for her to safely land, plus, security and the Vampyre would catch her long before she reached the gates. The door to the hallway was locked. The bathroom would just make the combat area even smaller so for all intensive purposes....
She was stuck.
"Shit," the American grumbled unhappily. "You're going to kill me even if I do answer, aren't you?" she asked pointedly, leaning away from the sword point because it was getting rather uncomfortable. "If its all the same, I'd rather die with some professional dignity."
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 7, 2011 19:17:16 GMT
Kana smirked as the assassin looked for an escape route. One of the reasons he'd decided on this particular room was that, once the door was locked, escape was difficult if you wanted to keep all your bones in the right number of pieces. He also noted that he'd managed to cut right through all the layers on her back - not something he'd meant to do, but an amusing result non the less.
"Kill you?" He laughed, although it was by no means a pleasant sound. "Whoever sent you didn't tell you very much about me at all, did they? I wouldn't just kill you." He pressed the sword point a little closer as she leaned away, just enough to draw a little blood, and then pulled it away, letting it rest in his hand.
"No," he continued, "I'd rather keep you alive as long as possible. The question of how long you make me wait for my information, and how unpleasant it gets for you, is entirely up to you. As for professional dignity, well," he smirked again, "I won't tell if you won't."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 7, 2011 19:37:56 GMT
All the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end when he laughed.
"Damn straight they didn't give me much information. 'Of little power, mild threat but enough cash to play it otherwise' my ass," she flared sarcastically, folding her arms and scowling at him as if it was his fault. "If I'd known I was trying to take out a fucking Vampyre I'd have sniped your ass from half a mile away," she grit out. Still fuming, she roughly wiped the blood off of her throat and settled her weight back on her good leg, deciding to give in for now, torture wasn't her idea of fun.
"Charity Jackson. Some bitch hired me out of a shitty little town called River's Pass in Colerado to assassinate Kana Lemartes, you I'm assuming. Biggest fucking pay cheque of my life too. She used proxies, names were never mentioned but they kept calling her Mistress so that much I do know." The red head jabbed a bloody finger in Kana's direction, "She knew where your bedroom was, which window I had to break into, so chances are its someone you would know, or at least had access to the building."
Charity made a sound of disgust in the back of her throat, "She claimed she would have paid extra if I took out your little enterprise in meat trafficking but frankly I wasn't that desperate. That's all I know."
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Feb 8, 2011 13:44:26 GMT
Kana grinned. "Charity. Ironic name for someone of your...profession. Well, Charity, somebody told you some very bad information indeed. Bad luck for you, I suppose." With that, he flickered to behind her again and smacked her across the head with the butt of his sword, knocking her unconcious.
Satisfied that she was out cold, he pulled the bellcord that hung near his bed and opened the door. A sharp, metallic clang sounded throughout the house and a moment later, a smartly-dressed vampire appeared in the doorway.
"Clean her up, put some decent clothes on her and escort her... downstairs." He said sharply. "I'll attend to her soon." The vampire nodded and dragged the prone woman out of the room with ease, pulling the door shut behind him. That taken care of, Kana strode in to the bathroom, swinging the door shut behind him. It was time for that shower.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Feb 8, 2011 14:23:56 GMT
((Most difficult response ever! XDD Define Downstairs? To the torture chamber or the dining rooom? Decent clothes? XDDD *Takes the fact a Vampire is dressing her and runs with it*))
'Real ironic, yeah, asshole,' was the last thing Charity Jackson thought before darkness swallowed her - accompanied by a sharp pain in the back of her head. She was going to have a killer headache when she woke up.
And she did, but there was something a little more pressingly important when she came into awareness than the pain in her skull.
Someone was touching her.
She wasn't opposed to the odd hug from friends and colleagues long departed, or even hysterical men and women throwing themselves at her in thanks or fear after or before she dealt with whatever nasty they had troubling them. But other than that, she was hardly a very tactile person and being unconscious and laying pronely on her back while ice cold fingers probed her thighs was quite definitely not something the Hunter approved of.
The Vampire didn't approve either in the split second she yanked her leg away and kicked him in the face.
He growled and, it wasn't quite a Flicker, but it was close enough that her eyes lost track of him - before her fist crashed into the side of his skull when he appeared behind her. Turning and ignoring the way the world spun uncomfortably and how it felt like her brain had turned tou soup swishing merrily in her skull, she lashed out with her leg and felt the satisfying crunch of a rib-bone breaking under her heel.
She didn't question why she was in a cumbersome gown of all things, though she did like the emerald green colour of it, she just hiked it up and lashed out at the doubled over Vampire again, snapping his kneecap back in the opposite direction and producing a howl of pain she silenced with a knee to the face - breaking his nose.
Her vision went dark at the edges and she stumbled backwards, all her limbs going heavy while she went light headed. Dizzy spell. Too much, too quickly and now her own body was turning against her. She groaned, sitting down while the Vampire she had been beating on gagged on his own blood and nose cartiledge.
She glowered at him, "Pervert," she muttered tightly.
Evidentally she had yet to cotton onto the fact he had just been rolling a pair of stockings up her legs and hooking them onto the suspender straps. But then again, Charity didn't wear stuff like this, she didn't even know such things existed.
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