Nightwatch (Open)

[Merry Grace Lovelace]

The smells of the streets are something you never forget if you've ever spent time on them. The smell of oil, piss and booze with the occassional scent of vomit never ceased to amaze Merry as she stood there and watched the shadows for movement. People who were up to no good usually spent their time here if the busted streetlight was any indicator. She debated coming back here in her civvy clothes but decided against it. She was dressed to deal with trouble and she knew it was time she manned up and took her life in her own hands. Time to live and not just observe.

As if on cue a vampire moved out of the shadows, his red eyes glowing as he looked her over and smiled with a leer, "Little low end for a girl like you isn't it?" he purred as he approached her.

"I decided to slum it." she said to him as she cocked her hip and he took a run at her that hit her telekinetic shield. She smirked as he slid down and she readied her stake. He tried to move around her and hit the shield again. "Oh yeah didn't I tell you its not just on the front?" she said as she lunged and felt the stake hit home causing the vampire to turn to dust. It was useful to control a shield. You could make a hole in it for your stake whenever you wanted. She sneezed.. Dead people bits, gross. She hoped this wouldn't give her lung rot as she swept the pile aside with her boot and shifted position to another street. This one had a bar that was purported to be filled with demons.

She heard her father in her head chiding her not to overdo it and she sighed. She had a family full of telepaths and it was hard to keep anything a secret for long. She felt really weird being out here at all but there were just too many minions that were feeding on people they shouldn't be. Her father had trained her to take over his job as vamp enforcer, but she still felt clumsy. The vampires would probably laugh at her but being human gave her an advantage. She was food to them so they would do dumb mistakes. We weren't talking the elite few, we're talking vampires that take out graveyard diggers and funeral mourners or the ones that resurrected in hospitals and acted like tweeked out druggies. THAT was the rabble she dealt with. The ones that risked outting the vampire community and put them in danger.

[Robert Alexander Lovelace]

Robert watched Merry quietly from the building he was perched on. She was a bit sloppy in her execution of maneuvers and she relied too heavily on her telekinesis for backup but she was learning. He had a long way to go with her and Sienna both. Not to mention somehow get Leilia out of her slump and into Rehab as well as drill some ethics into Tana's head.

Merry may have felt that the weight on her shoulders for the family but the reality was that it still fell to him. As he watched his daughter move to switch locations he followed her stealthily and waited. He could feel her awareness of her world starting to open. Not in some grand psychic way but in the way of someone who realized their life was on the line. It was the only thing he could think of to get her out of the house and moving. She'd been starting to act like a shut in far too much and he wasn't going to put up with it. With the change in leadership there would be vampires who thought they could get away with being sloppy and he was not going to have that on his watch. The cry of an owl had his attention for a moment as he noticed Merry was coming close to her next target. A child vampire, the abomination, was trying to pick up pedophiles and other degenerates. He had never matured and let his childish emotions rule his judgement. He'd literally slaughtered a school bus of children that had been parked at a fast food chain. Then he'd cleaned himself up and killed everyone in the restaurant.

Idly Robert wondered if Merry would hesitate. He watched her as she looked at the child with a soft look on her face. Hesitating a moment and giving the vampire the upper hand. She struggled and braced herself a moment before she began slamming the child bloodsucker against the brick wall. Eventually it let go in annoyance and she spun it around by the legs and smashed it into the wall again before staking it while it was stunned. He let himself swing down to the ground and approached her.

"Next time don't let a childish face fool you. Any nine year old out at this hour is either a prostitute or a monster of some variety." he said to her as he stood there with his arms folded. "Your technique was sloppy. Do you know how close you came to dying just then?"

She nodded wearily, panting with effort.

"Good. You've got five blocks to your next target. I suggest you run before he eats the prostitute he's likely to have picked up. This one fancies himself the next Jack the Ripper." with that he blurred out of sight and left her to handle the rest alone.