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It is a dark and gloomy evening in Victorian London, the streets barely illuminated by stench-ridden street lamps and moonlight. As you make through the wynds and steps of this section of the city, it is eerily quiet. It is only right you say to yourself. Afterall you are one of Her Majesty’s Venator Vampyr and there is only one reason you find yourself pacing through this specific area tonight.
“Hello handsome” rings out from one of the alleyways as you twist to try and meet the gaze of the voice addressing you. Mere seconds after you take your first steps towards the alleyway you hear “What a day” come from a rooftop behind you. Your instincts compel you to turn to face an alleyway where a figure lands, obscured by the darkness. “You look lonely” the womanly voice jeers at you. “I can fix that” she continues as she steps into the light of a nearby lamp revealing a woman blonde haired and blue eyed, your eyes fixated on her canines.
You stare down the vampire with learned precision as you respond. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? It’s dangerous to be out so late innit?” You say, hoping to turn this monster’s arrogance upon herself. The motley of newspapers and documents you collected didn’t tell much about your quarry but you hope your quick thinking is correct as always.
“Be careful, before dawn breaks you might-” Her speech is cut off by a...hiccup? No matter, you fought undignified vampires before and saw many a breaking of charisma in your hunts. “-You might end up as someone’s dinner” She continued, pouting at you followed by a weird childish screech. “Wanna play? I’ll give you the count of ten to run, your fear will be delicious!” the monster then laughs in a manner you can only ascribe to a goblin
You’ll enjoy breaking the smug air is the first thought that flies into your head as she utters “Oneeeee!”. Your feet burst into action, but not before tripping over on purpose to sell the act before picking up speed again. You’re halfway down an alleyway when the countdown ends as you hear increasingly louder screeching and goblin laughter you heard before from your quarry.
The monster breaks windows, splinters fences, and marks her claws along the chase. This one seems to enjoy toying with her food, poor manners you amuse yourself. You continue to sell the act. You shiver in faux fear, you willingly pause as if hesitating, and you take deep breaths to show you’re panicking. It’s almost fun actually, if you weren’t legitimately trying to give a monster a false sense of security.
Finally, you find yourself in a dead end and you turn to see your quarry land a jump from one of the rooftops onto a spot a few mere feet from you. You watch her glide across the alley before going into a pounce. Unfortunately for the woman, you meet her pounce with a direct smack to her face with a crucifix. She staggers in place, muttering about "This is not fair" and other angry complaints, as you bring up a shining silver bolt loaded on a hand crossbow.
“Wanna play? I’ll give you the count of ten to run, your fear will be delicious”
Same anon as the one who wrote the Rushia one. I'm working on the continuation for my Rushia fic but I just felt inspired recently to write about my ACTUAL oshi. I'll try my best to continue the Rushia one and this. I'm open to advice of course since I'm an ESL
