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Daniel Dearson

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a character in “Hunters and Hellions: Twice Hunted”, as played by blackrider

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Daniel Dearson's Story

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Character Portrait: Xylia Character Portrait: Daniel Dearson Character Portrait: Blake Wesson
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Blake had lain there on the cold black asphalt that made up the parking lot both he and and the thief had wound up landing on. For a brief moment he simply laid there dazed, the thoughts that the cool asphalt felt pretty good against his now throbbing head. His mind however went from dazed to alert in a split second, the thought of the possible demon being enough for him to quickly roll over and pull his battered body to its feet.

Again he immediately gave chase, his broken nose making a strange, almost comical, 'wheezing' sound each time he attempted to breathe through it. The thumb of his right hand that clutched the silver brass knuckles pressed a small round button on the side of the deadly device, a razor sharp blade about six inches long springing to life from his metal encased hand. Simple thief or demon Blake had decided he was done messing around.

Giving chase yet again there was a brief moment where the thief turned her head and looked back, her eyes and Blakes locking for mere seconds. That's when Blake realized she honestly didn't look half bad. It was a shame he was fairly certain he was going to have to kill her.

As they both ran across the parking lot Blake assumed she was making a bee line for a getaway car or simply just trying to run away, but his good eye quickly realized they were both headed towards the most prominent stretch of shadow near the two. Alarm bells rang in his head as she neared the shadow, the realization of what was going on having dawned on him moments to late. With one last desperate attempt Blake threw himself (yet again) at what he was now sure was a demon, his bladed hand swinging in a deadly arch as he neared his target. To his dismay however he was met only with air, the women once there having literally dissolved before his eye as his blade stabbed nothing but grass.

"Sonuvabitch!" Blake roared as he stabbed the grass twice more in anger before rolling onto his side, his free hand pulling a cell phone out from his front vest pocket. His fingers darted around on the keypad of the phone which he then put up to his left ear, a lit cigar quickly appearing in his other hand-true he hadn't earned the cigar by killing a demon but damn did he need a smoke.
"Danny?" He asked into the phone "Of course its fuckin Blake, who the fuck else would be callin you at this hour?" He practicly shouted into the phone quickly followed by a long drag off his cigar. "Yeah yeah yeah, just get your ass over to my place. Fuckin had a horn head in my apartment tonight." He paused for a moment, obviousley listening to his partner on the other line. "Hardy fuckin har Danny, your a regular comedian. Just get your ass over here, ok?" And with that Blake slammed his phone shut.

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After taking a few moments to calm herself down and regain a normal heart rate and breathing, Xylia let out a long sigh of relief, shoulders sagging as she relaxed her muscles and simply lay on the floor of her apartment. Closing her eyes, the young woman went over the night's events in her mind. She hadn't anticipated the hunter being home or awake at the very least, and his appearance had threatened her success. Scowling, she cursed her luck at his timing, but eventually shook her head. It hadn't gone as smoothly as she had hoped, but she got the pendant back. Reaching up and grasping the cool stone pendant in her hand, the halfling let out a smile, satisfaction and contentment replacing her annoyance.

Finally, Xylia decided to get up off her floor and take a much-needed shower. Removing her shoes first, she made her way to the bathroom with thoughts of a warm soup and sleep. Removing her clothing piece by piece, she suddenly froze less than halfway through the process. Shirt and pants still in place, she had her hand frozen in the pocket of her jacket, the space feeling far too empty. Turning out the pockets of every article of clothing and examining her belts, Xylia searched with growing unease for what she knew she wouldn't find.

She had her pendant back, and her father's wood carving knife was still among her possesions. She wasn't going to kill anyone then. Looking helplessly at her belongings spread out along her bathroom floor, the half demon cursed. Of all the other things to lose, why did it have to be her pocketbook? It had all her notes on places she'd fount to be hunter-dense. It had all the clues leading to her finding her mother's pendant. And it held all her maps. She was terrible at directions, so she mapped out things and made notes as she went. Where was safe for sure to go. Where hunters were based. Ideal hiding places in a pinch. Places she could work and not get easily noticed. And then just her own observations and musings. Her to do lists, her shopping lists. Dammit all!

Xylia felt the blood drain from her face, only to shoot back up as she flushed in anger at herself and frustration. How did she not notice she lost it?! Now she'd have to walk all the way back! And worse, run the risk of being intercepted by the hunter. Tugging her jacket back on with a bit more force than necessary, Xylia prepared to go back out, mentally kicking herself for having such a thing happen.