A Midnight Stroll (Jack)

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

A lone figure was moving through the graveyard as night began to fall upon the normally busy city. Steven, a lone werewolf was the crazy person to be parousing the scene, looking at many different patterns of headstones and names in the fading light. It was a weird way to enjoy the silence, but it was effective for the most part and he wasn't spending money buzzing his brain cells with the drink.

"So many people, cut down in their prime, sometimes life isn't fair..."[/i] The man thought to himself with a slight sigh. Sure, people would think someone would have it easy as a werewolf, but even he often took a step back and thought about how much easier things would have been if not affected by the nasty spell that made him into the creature he was today. "You all have it easy, no matter how horrible the deaths, they have no worries now...not having to look over your shoulder even moment, or stay sharp in a crowd, no pain..." Steve thought to himself as he cleaned off the headstone of an infant that died just after birth.

"Sometimes its really not fair..." He thought to himself, noticing the amount of light starting to quickly diminish. Steven simply moved along and found a small tree to sit against and think for a bit.

"Who knew paying respects to strangers would have that kind of effect on me?" Steven muttered to himself, while pulling a bottle of water from his backpack. Little did he know that he wasn't alone in this desolate place as he silently mourned over people he didn't know.

"At least I know when I pass this place, I know I'm still alive..."[/i] He thought to himself, before sharply looking around as he heard something.

"Hello?" Steven called out, his eyes narrowing sharply. "Who's out there?"[/size]

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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"Shit." Jack thought as he heard the twig snap under his foot. It was more than enough to cause anyone with a better than average sense of hearing to have heard. Of course, in a graveyard, that could be a lot of people. When he heard a voice calling out from the darkness, he grumbled to himself just a little bit. It was not that he was out skulking through graveyards, well okay he was, but he heard rumors of dark rituals being performed in this graveyard. His first instinct, of course, was to come and find out what it was. If it was nothing beneficial to him, he would simply slaughter all of the damn cultists and halt their dark magic. If it helped him, they may just get to see another day.

As far as he could tell, there was no dark magic in the air and not an evil scent on the wind for miles. The only scent he could pick up was the smell of a werewolf. While the looked like normal humans most of the time, they always had a strangely different scent. It was kind of like if you had just ruffled a large dog's fur. It would catch your nose, but only slightly, and be a gentle but deeper smell. Some new werewolves were even harder to catch by scent because they still smelled mostly like a human.

As Jack approached, he saw the movements of the man leaning against the tree. His pace was neither fast nor slow, but casual. It was not an attempt to sneak up on the man or even remain unseen, but he was coming up from behind the tree. When Jack finally got to it, he leaned his back against it and laughed. "Well hello there my sometimes-furry friend." He smirked and rested fully against the tree, "What are you doing in a place like this? Digging holes for bones?" His eyes shifted to the various graves as he laughed slightly. He was toying with the wolf but it was all in good fun. At least it was meant to be funny.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

Steven heard the man approach at a normal speed and didn't make any movement to react against Jack. Sure, it was the easy part hearing him approach, but looking and spotting him was a little more difficult in the dark, but within moments, the werewolf found that he'd obviously approached from behind. Smiling lightly, Steve ran a hand through his messy hair and chuckled at Jack's comment.

"Well hello to yourself." He said lowly, smiling a little. "Nah, I'm not into the whole digging up bones thing, just out here checking out headstones, its a little something I do everytime I go to a new city." Steven muttered. "So, may I ask you sir? How did you happen to know that I was a werewolf, and one more thing...What are you doing out here?" Steven asked, returning the question.

Sure, he had an idea that Jack caught a whiff of his scent and figured thats why the canine jokes were coming out, he'd heard a whole host of them before and had a good attitude when it came to humor, but the question was, Who was this guy that was now conversing with him and what was he? Considering how easily he was able to pick out that he was indeed a werewolf, there was no way he could be human.

"Besides, there's no where more quiet than a graveyard, ya know? Its almost a calming silence when you come and at least acknowledge the dead, you know...pay respects?" Steven said with a small grin, although being serious. "Besides, if I wanted a good bone to chew on, I'd just get those dog treats at the store or take out a vampire or something, not defile a grave." He added with a laugh.

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack laughed at the comment about vampires and dog treats. There was nothing like a werewolf with a sense of humor because you never could tell what was going to come out of their mouth next. It could be a joke at your expense or even a bit of a howl followed by a full moon jab. They were a wide variety of jests and laughs when it came to their sense of humor. If they had one.

"It's easy to tell a werewolf apart from the rest." Jack paused, "You smell like wet dog." He laughed again. This time he could not help the smirk that formed on his lips as he moved around the tree and stood a few feet in front of the man on the ground. "I heard about some things going on in the graveyard. Nothing spectacular, just interesting." He shrugged his shoulders and gave the werewolf a once over. Most people knew not to piss off a werewolf because that meant a possible transformation. A transformation meant that someone was going to lose a limb if they could not run fast enough.

"So tell me pup, peace and quiet? In this city? With all the crazies running around? You're not afraid of them coming after you? Finding you like this?" Jack tilted his head to the side. The Helsing group did not give a damn what side you were on. If you were anything but human, you were going to die. Even then some slayers and watchers bit the dust because of the overzealous attacks that those anti-slayers were known for.

"Not that I care or anything, but it's really not safe." He shrugged his shoulders and glanced down at Steven once more before turning his back on him. As a demon he knew that being alone was for the best unless you had a bigger scheme and the charisma or power to hold a group of minions together. It was not to say that Jack did not have it, he simply did not want it. This werewolf on the other hand seemed a bit less confrontational than most and he doubted that the man would attack him. Still, he was probably more than capable of fending off at least a couple of goons. Unfortunately, those types rarely ever came alone.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

"Everybody's a critic...Wet dog?" Steven asked, chuckling a little. "I guess I never noticed, though its not the first time I've heard that one." He muttered. "Anyways, what type of things have you heard about happening out here anyway? It seems just fine out here now..." He pointed out, still simply sitting on the ground and sitting against the tree, looking up at Jack, who now was standing before him.

Steven looked back at Jack as the man scanned him over, for the most part Steven was relaxed and laid back, and would continue to be unless this guy rattled his chain or pissed him off, but for the moment, the presence didn't bother him much. "Yeah, well...Its a lot more quiet out here than in the city, a lot closer to those crazies as you say." He pointed out.

"Honestly, I really not afraid of that happening, if it happens, it happens right?" Steve said with a laugh. "I've heard of that crazy group or whatever that headhunts for creatures, but I'm not losing any sleep over it, I'm already looking over my shoulder enough as it is." The werewolf said. "So what's your deal then? You seem mysterious and what not..."

Steven gave a slight chuckle and shook his head as the demon started to head off. "I'll take my chances man, I have a lot more to live for than run away from." He muttered lowly. The man slowly stood up and stretched slightly, still shaking his head at the demon's words. "Pfft, What in the world would this guy know about being safe? He snuck up on a werewolf, if I were ticked enough, he'd be without an arm or leg."[/color][/size]

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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"Dark magic, apparently." Jack shrugged and glanced around. There were lights in the distance, but these were just passing cars and trucks on the road past the fence and gate. "Never can be too careful, you know. Don't want to end up some sacrifice to a pagan God. I tell you, religious stuff is mostly bullshit anyway." He brushed the hair out of his face and kept his eyes out around them. His body language showed that he was always watching and kept his guard up pretty consistently. Even when he was looking away a quick glance was always directed back at Steven to make sure that the vampire was not up and moving against him.

"My deal?" He tilted his head to the side, "Well my deal is going where I need to go and being where I need to be." Jack slapped his hands together and nodded, "What's the matter if it's mysterious or not?" He raised a brow. There was almost an expectation from him that the voice would jump in and say something about the werewolf, but it was uniquely silent. This was kind of a weird situation as generally the Devil just would not shut up. Maybe he was busy tormenting someone else for a change?

Suddenly, several pairs of footsteps hit the cobblestone path that lead through the graveyard. It sounded loose and unorganized, not that of a trained attack team the likes of which would be from the Anti-Slayer group. His mind shifted through various thoughts until he finally saw the group. It was a bunch of kids from a local school wearing sports jackets. He mumbled just a bit and shook his head, that was until he noticed that they had a rather grim looking book, a few candles, some matches and what appeared to be a bag of blood from a local blood bank. What in the world were they going to do with that?

Jack's eyes shifted back to Steven, "Well that's interesting. What do you suppose they're up to?" He looked at the now standing werewolf and shifted his eyes towards the group once more. There was no telling what was going to happen, but there was a chance that the rumors he heard about were real.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

"Dark Magic??" Steven repeated, asking in a question, before stopping to think about this. Is that the reason this guy that Steve couldn't get to spill his name was there? The Werewolf's eyes followed where Jack's glared to and simply looked the same way as him before the demon turned back and explained more about religion and cults, basically stuff Steven didn't care too much about.

"Right...Becoming a sacrifice would be the last thing on the list of what I want to do." Steve muttered, scratching his head slightly. "Well, people will believe what they want to believe, its all objective and all that like you say." He replied, not wanting to get into a conversation about something he truly didn't feel like digging into.

Steven eyed Jack carefully and wondered about the guy, "Going where he needs to go and being where he needs to be? He sounds like a damn riddle box."[/color] The lycan thought to himself with a chuckle, rolling his eyes slightly. "No, no...don't worry about it, people are mysterious all the time, you just take it to the next level." He added, simply sighing as Jack clapped his hands slightly. "What a weird guy..."[/color]

Looking now from Jack to the incoming group of kids, Steven smiled to himself and gathered in all the sights he needed to deduct a good idea of what they were indeed doing. "Oh, I'd say they're messing with crap they shouldn't be...especially that book and the blood." The werewolf answered, picking up the scent of the crimson substance quite easily. "I'm just glad I'm not involved with that..." He muttered lowly. Now usually at this point, Steven would usually up and leave with something going on like this, but he wanted to see what the troublesome kids were up to.

"Why ask me though? I could careless what those idiotic kids are doing..." Steve asked, blinking slightly over at Jack. It was the truth however, considering that Steven didn't care about a mischievous group like that unless he was hungry or pissed, and even then, he'd worked hard to cut back on his human intake. [/size]

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Of course Jack was concerned about what the kids were doing, even if he was never going to openly admit that to anyone or anything. There was no reason they needed to be doing things that would openly provoke the forces of hell and/or other places that could end up with them getting mauled while a new type of monster was free to roam the streets. Regardless of the circumstances, that could never be good news. Getting something like that out into the world could mean terrible repercussions on Jack and his kind. He did not really care about other demons, but when it came to someone causing problems for him, that was when he would have to step in and do something.

"These dark ritual things are always the same. Graveyard, late night, blood, candles and a dark book. That one.." Jack leaned in and squinted and stared at the book, "Seems to be a few hundred years old. They have no idea what they're getting into." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, fixing it just a bit before looking back at the werewolf behind him. It seemed that the creature had no interest in what was going on, despite the fact that he said he was loving the peace and quiet. Typically with these kinds of things, they did not remain peaceful and quiet for very long.

"Well, you know. Things aren't gonna be quiet here for much longer. They'll start, get loud, something might happen and then what? You've got a brand new creature on the loose. Maybe he just eats them, but I doubt it. Anything bursting out of another dimension usually leaves an epicenter of carnage spreading out from where it was summoned." Jack nodded, "Who knows what's going to happen?" He tilted his head to the side and decided he would watch what was going to happen before he interrupted them. If it looked like they were about to do something extremely stupid, he could always rush up and take a couple of them out. Surely that would stop the ritual and cut off anything they were summoning.

....Right?

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

Now as Jack started to explain about what the kids were going to get into, well that began to provoke his interest and the man rose an eyebrow as the demon rattled off the typical happenings during one of these "rituals". Steven chuckled and nodded, "Well, then I suppose someone should stop them?" He asked, smirking slightly. "How in the hell do people end up with books like that anyway?"

"So what do you suggest then? Breaking up their little party? Because anything that involves doing something like this on this type of ground does piss me off a little." The werewolf muttered. The sound of another creature on the loose didn't sound very good to Steve, and despite not feeling like raising up trouble, something had to be done now that Jack put it this way. It had been a little while since Steven had actually shifted and with all this talk going on about sending a message to this group, it had started to become restless inside him.

"What are you?? A demon? How in the hell do you know so much about all this?" Steven asked, scratching his head. "Whatever, just tell me what to do and we'll stop these dumb kids from killing a bunch of other people." He said lowly. With all the points that Jack was making to him, it made sense to just dispatch of the kids so that nothing bigger happened, and it wasn't like they had to kill them, even though that would send a message.

"Yeah, who knows?" Steven grumbled, looking slowly from Jack to the kids, eyes narrowed and the werewolf ready to move on a second's notice.

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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"Yes. Tossing money about. Yes. Demon. My contacts. To answer your questions, in order of course." Jack kept his eyes on the group of teenagers as he responded to Steven's questioning. It would not hurt to answer them now, especially considering something big may just be about to happen. If they worked together, they might just be able to do something about it. These kids had no idea what they were dealing with and that was probably the factor that held the most lethality for any resulting summoning or half-assed job done of one. Left to their own devices, the foolish young teenagers could possibly get themselves killed, if not other people as well.

"Well, answer me this." Jack turned his head towards Steven, "About how strong are you before you shift? Can you control yourself during the shift? I've known some that can hold some..resemblance of control, but it's usually very much like a trained dog. No offense." His eyes shifted back to the group. With Steven growing restless, he did not want to do anything that might accidentally piss the boy off or trigger a transformation. He definitely had no desire to be the one that Steven was targeting when he went mad and transformed into his lycanthropic self.

Jack stared at the group of children as they spread the blood out on the ground in what appeared to be some sort of circle with markings on the inside. One of the boys was holding open the book and instructing them while two others moved around candles and a third used the blood pack to draw the shape on the ground. He stroked his chin and focused on them, trying to work out a plan that he could do himself. He was, however, not some cage fighter than could take on four guys at once. He was strong, but he only had two arms. There was no real intent to kill the kids here, just prevent them from doing whatever it was they were doing.