As a child, Alice was told countless times never to go into the forest. "There are monsters in the woods." They chimed. "They'll do awful things to you. They'll hunt you down, then us." Such warnings would easily scare a child.

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"Accomplice, hm. . Well, if the police truly do come here, then I'll just give you the role of hostage, that'll give you less of a sentence. ." A careless shrug, she holds the cigarette by her pursed lips, hands behind her head.

"Well, Maeve. ." She says, taking a moment to continue. She kills the flame from her lighter, placing it down onto the table as she takes a slow drag from her cigarette. Holding it, before blowing it out in the direction of her fan and window. The nicotine helps little with her stress.

". . ." She takes a moment to refill their glasses with more whiskey. She swirls the contents of her glass around, making sure not to spill it onto the ground, before drinking it down and placing the glass onto the table. Her pupils glued to the stranger that she invited in.

"Right. ." The rest of the walk is nothing but silence, yet they finally make it to her apartment. Walking up some stairs in her building, they finally arrive at the front door. Fumbling the keys, she quickly unlocks the roor and stumbles in.

"Have to head home. Most of my stuff to treat this wound is back there. . Hospital won't work, they'll ask too many questions, probably turn me over to the police as well. ." She huffs, looking over to Maeve, her hand continuing to clutch the wall as she steadies herself to walk.

" Not the first time, definitely not the last. Listen, let's . .- Urgh -. . talk about this in a place where we won't get surrounded and gutted by his friends or Boss. . " Groaning from pain, she's giving her a tug at the shoulder, before walking away from the burning fire.

The crackling fire burns away that body, cooking the shrouded male until nothing but ash and dust is leftover. Alice tore a piece of her jacket off, taking a piece just long enough to wrap around her side, something to keep her blood from leaking out, at least until she gets back home with proper->

A shout comes from one of the men, chasing after the two, leaving his comrades behind. As he chases, his form disappears, becoming almost like a mist, a shadow merging with the darkness. "Legal enough to deal with damned creatures. ." Alice muttered just loud enough to Maeve.

Wrist freed, the man that grabbed her wrist is given a sandwich in the form of a fist, directly into his face. With such a punch, one would expect someone to be knocked back a few inches, yet he stands his ground. . His face contorts, a rage fueled expression. A quick hawk, then blood being spat.

"Hardly." She says, beginning to set a brisk pace. Following the same path they took, unfortunately, that same red light was going to cause those skulking individuals to catch up. ". . . Don't look back at them. Try not to acknowledge them." She grumbled to herself, putting her cigs away.

Not a noise, not a response. Often she has encountered disbelievers. The light turns green, the walking sign lights up, allowing the two of them to cross the street. Though, their destination is the same, making it that much harder to cause the two strangers to part.

That brisk, cold, air made the Wonderland pull the collar of her jacket up, to provide a bit of warmth to her chin, to her face. Waiting at an intersection, waiting for the red light to turn green, she was only out for a small walk to pick up some smokes, a new lighter as well.

21st September.

Recording me? Before a date? Freak.

Creep.

No proof that this isn't the first time, actually.

This feels like deja vu.

With you in particular.

Ugh.

"Hm . . Awful weather it seems. . Strange."

"The supernatural is becoming more and more common . Did some sort of event cause the balance to shift ?" Thinking to herself. Scratching at her chin as she nearly pops a blood vessel from her thoughts. Sighing. "Probably better to think about it another day." She admits defeat to the thought.

"Hm? Apologies, it seems I spoke my thoughts aloud. Though, do not take it as a sign of interest towards volunteering. Sorry to disappoint, but I like to keep my blood safe and within me." Providing a half-assed shrug.

" . . Speaking to yourself ? Sounds like you're already losing it . "

A trail of smoke, a lit cigarette. The embers provide a dim light for the darkened night. Hands in their pockets, their movements stop. Eyes locked onto someone, something. Stone faced, not shifting their muscles by even a centimeter. Simply examining the other. @ardexceptia.bsky.social

Out of cigarettes. . . Ugh. .

Something brews in the air.

That oppressive air sends off warning signs to the Hunter. Whilst she may just be a Vampire Killer, the other supernatural beasts or beings are no strangers to her. Her left eye twitches, a slight tilt of her head. Looking towards the stranger. . What an awful feeling they exude.

Blood. That red ichor only serves as a flare. A signal that will attract the supernatural, those damned demons. Don't bleed. Don't. Bleed.

| Activity will happen here some day .

Speaking of pets , I would get one . . But it's better if I don't .

Smells like something is burning. . .

Using the internet is only the first step . It's just a matter of taking it .

Perhaps some further research on the internet , on how to take care of them , is key .

My , you hate all my ideas . Then perhaps a lizard is more your type . That , or a tarantula .

. . . Ah , I didn't notice those . Yes , I understand now . Owning something that shares similar qualities to yourself , that would be quite weird . Cat owning a cat . Human owning a human . Perhaps you should get a dog then , really stick it to them .

Considering that you're so poor that you cannot buy one , perhaps a stray will do .

Oh , I didn't realize we were speaking in poor .

Buy one .

Puff of smoke. " . . . At least take me out on a date first . "

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