Dark of the Night » Places

         Esme waited, tense, for more suckers to ascend from the hole. Her stance rigid, she waited, listening intently for any hints of more beasts. Once she was sure nothing more was coming, her body relaxed the slightest hint. Leaning forward, she yanked the stake from the beast's chest. Sneering at the dark blood that coated it, she wasted no time rubbing the wood against the vampire's clothing, cleaning it as best she could. "Waste not, want not." She muttered, before slipping the weapon back into her holster. The throwing knives were soon fetched as well.

She paused as she heard the voice. Turning, her honey eyes fell against the man, sizing him up. In the dark, she couldn't quite make out his face right away. "Who wants to know," She called back, a hand moving to flick her long blond braid back over her shoulder. She frowned as her eyes settled on the gun, pointed at her. A sneer fell over her lips, ready to tell the other hunter to shove it up his arse. She wasn't exactly one to attack another hunter for no reason. Though, she would have the share the reward money the town had put up...

When the man got close enough for her eyes to trace his features, a slight smile fell over her lips. "Well, well." She muttered, moving closer, tall black boots thudding on the wooden floor of the church. "Markus Harrington. It's been a long time." She spoke, eyeing the man. She had known Mark off-and-on through the years, the two crossing paths. Before he could reply, her rather one-track mind got the best of her. "Oh, one moment." She offered, before heading over to a bag she had placed near the church steps. Reaching in, she tugged out a tin of lamp oil, a small bag of gun powder and a match. She slung the bag over her back, then headed to the entrance to the crypts. Well, this would help to ensure there weren't any hiding down below.

She dropped the bag into the hole, holding the attached fuse. Then, she began dumping the oil, down into the hole some, then in a path to the stone steps of the church. "Better watch out," she smiled, looking over at Mark. "There's gonna be a boom..." Excitement danced in her eyes. It was so rare she got to use gunpowder, she simply couldn't pass it up! And so, the match was struck and dropped, flames soon zipping down the oil line and igniting the fuse. Esme rushed back a safe distance, taking cover in some of the nearby trees. Once the fuse was gone, the gunpowder ignited, a loud pop sounding as it went off. The oil went up in flames, and began to consume the skeleton of the once-hollowed building. Fire was no doubt eating into the crypts, taking care of any late-comers.

"How have you been, Mark?" She questioned, though her eyes did not move from the building.