Because I'm Fresh Meat... [Open!]

[ALEXANDER REECE JARVIS]

Alex's eyes flickered from left to right as he pushed the gate of the cemetery open. His stake was secured tightly in his right pocket of the inside of his jacket with the holy water on the left. He could see his breath fog in front of him the air was so cold. It was an eerie, stale feeling that he needed to become familiar with.

Tapping into the slayer line was no easy task, but it was doable. Now he was new. He was stronger and faster and flexible in many ways. He raised his arms above his head to stretch and felt his shirt ride up his body, revealing his navel for a brief second. His newly found slayer instincts immediately surfaced when he thought he heard a rustle behind him and to his right.

He immediately turned and put his hand in his jacket, his palm carressing the hard shaft of the smooth wood.

He then saw the vampire leap at him.

He immediately dropped to the ground and watched the creature roll over him and immediately double back towards him. Alex jumped up and gave a swift roundhouse kick to his face, causing him to stumble. He then dropped and did a quick floor sweep with his leg and watched the blood sucker fall. He smirked and whipped out the stake, letting it pierce the vampire's skin directly into his heart. Just like that, he was dust in the wind.

"All in a day's work." Alex mumbled and jumped back up, dusting himself off and proceeding into the darkness of the cemetery.

[BRIELLE SOPHIEMAY LA FEURVE]

London it was somewhat her new home. She could just be passing threw though. She had ran, ran away from home. Were her parents looking for her? Did they even care really? Everything was shit. She figured maybe her brother would linger in London. She was searching for him. He was turned, and she thought if anyone should be putting him to rest, it should be her. She was hoping he wasn’t dead yet by some other slayer. She only knew about them due to the dreams she has been having and it is all too strange to her still. She ended up getting some of her friends killed because of what she is. The watchers are supposed to be in London. She was itching to get into the fight. She could take out all her frustrations’ on the undead. She didn’t know what happened to some of her friends after that ritual she has had no contact from them. Did they make it home? What happened to those who didn’t make it? They were things that worried her most of all. Would they haunt her?

Brielle was walking the streets searching for some action, when she stumbled into the graveyard. When she haunted she was one that acted like a lost little girl it usually drew the vampires in. She was shivering slightly it was a very cold night out. She kept her stakes secure in her inner pocket of her jacket, and just wandered the cemetery waiting for something to pop up. She also has a blade in her jacket as well in case she has to use it. She hasn’t had to yet. She hasn’t encountered any demons of any sorts. She was one that was pretty pale herself so she could be mistaken for a vampire. She wasn’t one that was all too keen on the sunlight herself.

Up ahead she had seen a scuffle between an bloke and a vampire and he dusted him like a slayer, which made her raise a brow seeing as all the dreams she had had of past slayers have been female so who was this bloke? What the hell was he? Is he some kind of Demon? She figured she should keep her composure and be careful approaching. “ Impressive moves.” Walking closer she emerged from the shadows eying the young bloke. He looked around her age maybe a little bit older. She kept her guard up in case he attacked her thinking she is a vampire. She was trying to figure him out and what his deal is. She had never met a male slayer before.

The nights breeze blew threw her hair as if it were trying to caress her face. He soft skin cool due to the coldness of the night. She shivered slightly. The moon light was glimmering above the graveyard. A few more nights and the moon was to be full. It made her wonder if there really were werewolves too. . “ Who are you?.” She asked rather bluntly. . “ I have never seen anything like that..W hat was he?” She lied sort of she knew what the man that was dusted was. She had seen them in so many movies before. It wasn’t a lie that she hadn’t seen anything like that before she hadn’t seen a bloke like himself take one out like that before. Her brother was a tough guy and he failed and was turned so what was so different about this young lad. It had her baffled. She stayed on guard in case there are any others lingering about listening to the sounds all around her.

-sorry I hope this works.-

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