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Nika Boronina

You have never met a woman like me...there are no women like me.

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a character in “Welcome to Bellingstone”, originally authored by Caged Bird, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Look, all I know is one of us is right and the other one is you.




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Race:Human

Gender:female

Age:24

Nicknames:Niki, Nik

Occupation:Hunter/illegal weapons dealer(To pay the bills)





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Height:5' 6"

Weight:134

Build:thin

Hair Color:dark brown

Eye Color:green

Scars?:Long whip marks across her back

Brief Written Description:Dark brown cropped hair that she occasionally streaks with bits of color, very thin body with a small chest, big green eyes, full lips, and lightly tanned skin

Clothing Preference:Nika dresses in what other women might call 'skanky' clothing. She enjoys showing off her body, however she never wears a top that would show her back. Nika is a practical hunter though, and even if it's not a lot of clothing, it is always perfect for an impromptu hunt and inexpensive.





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Skills:Trained extensively in armed and unarmed combat and in the use of improvised weapons. Nika also has a detailed understanding of Human/Were/Vamp anatomy and their different natures. She knows exactly what parts of the body to shoot that would be a survivable shot, a fatal shot, or even a slow painful shot which Nika has used to interrogate one of her 'victims'.

Quirks:She occassionally 'breaks' her facade and shows just how crazy she is under the veil, or will begin speaking in strings of french and russian when overly excited or angry.

Likes:Sex, killing, weapons, vodka, sports cars

Dislikes:animals, vampires, werewolves, people who stand in her way, chains, whips, and sappy lovey dovey shows of affection.

Fears:rape, being controled or forced into anything, being fed on

Written description:Because of Nika's harsh life as Mikhail's mistress, she has a flippant and carefree attitude, no longer fearing death. She can be insane, vengeful, or just not quite all there. Nika is a sociopath who delights in chaos, disorder, and the power she has over others. She is wild, reckless, impulsive, violent, magnetic, and cold. She speaks without a filter, seems to be indiscriminate with her sexual encounters, and can and will bully the other hunters she works with to get her own way, or just to frighten them. None of the others cross her; they respectfully, if begrudgingly, grant her whatever she wants. Nika has proven time and again that she has no sense of morality, no impulse control, and no conscience, and while she is mostly just mean-spirited and not outright harmful, one easily gets the sense that harming someone wouldn’t bother her at all.




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Relationship Status:Single but has plenty of men she can call upon for a 'good time'

Brief History:Nika Boronina was born in Russia to a french mother and Russian father. On her sixteenth birthday she was sold by her father to a man named Mikhail Belikov for $300 dollars. He took her to America to live with him and be his own personal prostitute and blood bank. Turns out Mikhail was a vampire.

After three years a slave to the monster she attempted her escape but only got as far as three blocks over before he caught her and punished her with a vengance. He chained her up to the ceiling and whipped her for hours, her back still bears the ugly scars.

It was another full year before she would try for freedom again, this time not making the mistake that if Mikhail was alive she could be free. She staked him in his sleep. Now she has trained herself into the ultimate hunter, moved to Bellingstone, but her fellow hunters and contacts do not know about her past or how it has driven her insane.

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So begins...

Nika Boronina's Story

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Nika clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Tsk tsk. She thought, watching the officer with a malicious glint in her eye not unsimilar to the one a cat would give a canary. He was all by his lonesome, and by his own choice as far as Nika could tell. His mind seemed to be whirling, now with what she couldn't be sure, but she could only assume it was a 'the weight of the world on is my shoulders' complex or train of thought. Men like Sebastian were always the same. Noble to their core, duty, honor, and whatnot. It was their reason for getting up in the morning. Their cause. It was down right pathetic. They so often forgot to enjoy life in their fight to preserve it. Yes. It was hunters like him that died young, and were replaced by the next noble yet eager leader.

Nika snorted and smiled a grim smile. Button time. There were just too many buttons to push with people like him, even more than there were buttons on the man's clean and crisp uniform. Which one would have the pleasure of being first? She chose to push the sex button. It was her favorite button to push after all.

She traipsed over to Sebastian, a sly smile alight on her face, her hands shoved deep into her grey checked white fur coat she had had made from a Werewolf's skin she had hunted while it was still in form; her black boot heels clicking all the way. "Could I trouble you for a light?" She purred seductively, knowing full and well he did in fact smoke. Nika was confident Sebastian wouldn't immediately send her away as she frequently sold him weapons for his and his hunters arsenals, and they were over due for an upgrade. The woman ran her seemingly delicate hand through her pixie cropped brown hair that was accented with highlights of cherry red today, stopping to twirl a strand of it around her finger; and batted her emerald green eyes framed by dark, featherduster like lashes at him.

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Bellingstone's appointed sheriff tilted his head back to ease the last few drops of coffee down into his throat. He thought, with a slight laugh of amusement, that the time in which it took him to drink the entire cup had to be a new record or something. The bitter taste of his black coffee still clung to his breath as he sighed lightly and set the cup down on the concrete beside his left boot. Seb crossed his arms over his chest, sighing lightly as he looked down at the street again. Subconsciously, as his mind wandered, the Hunter's hand drifted toward the pocket against his thigh which always contained a lighter and a handful of cigarettes.

He glanced around quickly, feeling them beneath his fingers. Smoking hadn't been outlawed around workplaces, thankfully, but he knew he never really wanted anyone besides his Hunters to see him with a lit cigarette between his teeth. Besides, who would trust a man who used to smoke more than a pack a day? Certainly not most of the little town's citizens. It was still early enough for him to pull out a cigarette and light it between his teeth without anyone realizing. He breathed in, slowly, sucking in the smoke as if savoring the taste, and then removed the lit cigarette to breathe out. A long, thin trail of smoke passed through his parted lips. Once it had ceased to exist, he took another drag and nearly choked upon his breath when he noticed Nika striding over.

Most men would have looked up quickly, given her a set of widened eyes, and then try to use a pick-up line that had been used so many times, it was more of a joke now that anything. In that case, then, Sebastian was not most men. She was attractive, of course, and he wouldn't deny it. In fact, he'd agree with you (a bit reluctantly, nevertheless). But, Seb had never been the type of guy for relationships. They were sappy, too emotional, and who the hell had time for emotion anymore? Besides, he had better things to do than sit around and fall in love. There would be a time for that later in life, after he'd achieved what he wanted to achieve. For now, the werewolves and vampires of Bellingstone were what stood in his way. Feeling a bit more relaxed around her since he knew she wouldn't go talking about him, Seb placed the cigarette between his lips again and casually regarded Nika.

The sound of her boot heels tapping against the worn concrete of the pavement instigated an eye-roll from Sebastian as he glanced down at the coffee cup by his feet. "Could I trouble you for a light?" purred Nika, running a hand a bit too seductively through her short brown locks. Seb pressed his tongue against his cheek as he released another mouthful of smoke.

"I didn't know you smoked," he replied in a gravelly monotone, an eyebrow raised slightly. Regardless, he reached back into his pocket and removed a cigarette along with his lighter, which he tossed at Nika. He certainly wasn't going to send her off, seeing as she was one of his largest weapons distributors. He'd even used a few of the guns she'd been selling for a few cop calls, but he wouldn't tell anyone that.

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Nika resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I know we aren't best gal pal's or anything but you'd think you'd pick up on something like that." She responded, tone heavily drenched in sarcasm and sass. She placed the cigarette between her teeth, leaving a pink lipstick stain on the filter as she flicked the lighter to the tip, lighting it, and took a long drag before puffing out some mildly impressive smoke rings. There was just something about Nika. Most weren't sure quite what it was that drew them to her, but there was definitely something....it was easier to guess what in moments like this.

"Thanks by the way." She smiled with feigned sincerity at the officer though he'd never know it. It was nothing against him per say, she feigned sincerity to everyone. Nika just didn't possess the ability for genuine emotion anymore. Every step that carried her each day bore an unaccustomed pain in something she would have supposed she would call her soul. Had her soul not already been beaten out of her.

It was then a devious grin crawled up her face, reaching her eyes. "Might interest you to know that despite our not being chummy, I noticed you only smoke when no one is looking, barring your precious hunter groupies of course." Nika said, silky smooth timbre to her voice. "Public imagery concerns aside, I think it makes you look devilishly sexy." She took this opportunity to wink at the leader, then her eyes trailed up and down his frame, gaze lingering on the way his slacks were painted on his hips. Nika's lips curved lazily, her eyes became hooded as they reached his face, and she had sex written all over her posture. "But I am here to talk work, not...pleasure." She took another drag from her borrowed cigarette, shorter than the last. "I got a new shipment of weaponry in I think might interest you..." Nika's voice trailed off, teasing him with the information.

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The sun appeared with reluctance, sending out the first of its rays from beyond the mountainous horizon. Nika watched as the light watered down the inky darkness of the previous night, hues of red and orange layering atop each other as the world turned to another day, and it was time for the two of them to get to their day jobs.

Hues of golden rod splashed across her and Sebastian's bodies as he steered the conversation to its conclusion. Nika pursed her lips together into devil-may-care grin, practically purring she was so pleased, her gaze grazing Sebastian's facial features. "Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" She arched a single elegant dark eyebrow suggestively, leaning a shoulder against the brick building, protruding her hip out. Nika hoped the lure of a shiny new gun would be enough incentive for him to swallow his resistance, and agree.

She looked at the officer appraisingly. Analysing everything about him, his posture, tone, choice of words, he had to know she was doing it, she would work out just who Sebastian was, then she would carefully calculate her seduction. Nika would be damned if she'd let the leader escape the notch of her headboard.

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Seb followed Nika's gaze toward the sun as it slowly pushed above the horizon. His green eyes squinted slightly and he was forced to put an arm up and shield his hues from the rising ball of gas in the sky. As if on cue, a few cars stopped in front of the police station on the street. From them emerged a few uniformed men and then some other unknown people, probably some vacationers or citizens...they were all the same to him. The only ones he cared to remember in this town were the werewolves, vampires, and his own Hunters.

His gaze returned to Nika's as she turned back to face him, pursuing her lips and...purring? Well, he'd certainly experienced weirder phenomena before. When you'd seen men turn to wolves before your eyes, a few semi-unnatural sounds of pleasure just didn't have the same surprising factor. He could feel her eyes scanning his sharp facial features and looked her straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

"Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" she cooed, arching a thin eyebrow in a suggestive manner whilst pressing one shoulder against the brick of the police station. He sighed quietly, wishing she would just drop the matter all together. Her sexual advances made him a bit...uncomfortable in a way that worried him slightly. He'd never felt this uncomfortable before and he detested it. It's for the gun...it's for the gun, he thought, attempting to convince him the pros were outweighing the cons. Of course, he would have to give some to gain some. He crouched down to pick up his coffee cup and stood up again, brushing the bottom off with a sweep of his hand.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he replied, his voice void of emotion. "...I won't be able to stay for long though. I've got other...things to do." Hoping she wouldn't be able to detect the lies, he cleared his throat quickly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to." With a final glance at her, Sebastian turned and walked to the door, which he pulled out quickly before slipping inside. Despite the hour, the station was already teeming with other people, either waiting in chairs or talking with others. Bellingstone's police headquarters was small with a front room, four temporary holding cells, and a few legal buildings attached on. There were a few interrogation rooms here and there but Bellingstone didn't even have its own coroner or any sort of analyst, really. The crime rate was low enough that there was no real need for though occupations. In fact, the police squad consisted of only four others: two middle aged men, a cocky younger male, and one female. It was one of the middle aged men whom Sebastian first addressed.

"How are things going...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the amount of people inside of the front room. The man, a bit out of shape yet still ruddy faced and young in appearance, looked up and smiled quickly at Seb who didn't return the smile.

"They're going good...the others have things covered." His reply was quick as he looked about the room again. "You're heading out to watch the highway, right?" Sebastian cursed mentally and then feigned a smile. He'd hoped the man would forget about the highway duty for one Sunday. Even as the appointed sheriff, Seb couldn't stand patrolling the highway each and every week.

"Yeah, I'm heading out there now," he replied, turning to leave and get back into his truck. Slamming the door behind him, he settled into the faux leather seating and pulled the seat belt across his torso. He needed to kill some time...what would work? Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he thought for a few moments. Suddenly, he grabbed his old phone- which was quite dated as compared to most phones- and typed up a quick text to his deputy, Alarick. "Gotta kill some time. Where are you?" With that typed, he sent the message and leaned back against his seat to wait for a response.

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Every shadow seemed darker, each sound more ominous. The trees pressed close and shut out the bright light of the sun. A thin crust of snow cracked beneath her leather boots with a sound like breaking bones. When the wind set the leaves to rustling, it was like a chilly finger tracing a path up Nika's spine. The cold steel of the hatchet in her hand was soothing, though it was not her weapon of choice. Decapitating a vampire was one of the best ways to go but when you possessed the kind of arsenal that Nika did, a hatchet seemed bland. For a moment she considered doubling back and fetching Sebastain, she had only left him moments ago when she saw this man dart into the forest with inhuman speed, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Nika Boronina was a fighter, and she would not call on some man to help her.

The wood was silent, but it was an eerie sort of silence; like before a storm. Then as if he was an apparition, a man appeared before her. I say appeared because even though Nika had been staring at that cluster of dougless firs just a moment ago, she had not seen his approach. His hair was like the threads of gold, as luminous as the sun's intensest beam. His smile was devilishly wicked, and sharp like a knife. The golden glimmer of his Lion's Head pin was an incongruous twinkle against his blood red dress shirt. He just cocked his head to the side curiously. "You're awfully pretty." He purred. Memories of Mikhail swam in her minds eye, her torture and rape making her body quiver. "Go to Hell Fanger." She exclaimed.

The man never leapt, in fact Nika never even saw him move. In an instant he was on top of her, his arms pinning her to the ground, his body hovering of hers. Nika couldn't wriggle free so she improvised and head butted the vampire. It was like running into a brick wall. She saw stars. The man laughed and gave her enough room to spring free. toying with her like a cat would a mouse. Nika leapt up and immediately fell back down, too dizzy to keep her balance. "Pretty and stupid..." He laughed some more. Nika had no intention of running. She was still on all fours, trying to shake the double vision she was having when she saw her out shining in the snow to her left. She gripped the hatchet with both hands and whipped it around. "Eat steel you bastard!" It should have struck the man square in the face but he caught it in his hand instead and ripped it away from her. He snarled like a wild cat, his face contorted with rage. Obviously he had been caught off guard and it didn't make him any more complacent. He wrapped his hands around her throat, his dazziling white teeth scrapping her soft flesh.

"Look at me, in the eyes." The command in his voice demanded obedience, she was being compelled. Nika tore at his skin in agitation, nails digging, desperate to think of a way to refuse. Finally she slumped, knowing there was no true way to deny him. No one denied him. “Please,” she whispered brokenly, “Don't-Don't...” Nika was fearless, Nika was strong, but now Nika was broken. The hastily glued together pieces of her psyche shattered like a fragile glass wall. The scars on her back tingled with the horrid memories of her life as Mikhail's slave. He merely watched her with his verdant eyes, awaiting her inevitable concession. Death was nothing if not patient. "Do not struggle. Do not fight." She didn't.

The vampire Nicolai Lannister drained her, savoring the coppery taste of life. He stood and wiped his mouth on his bare forearm, and looked down at his work. The girls eyes were frozen open in her last moments. Her dead body seemed to be staring straight at the heavens, as if pleading for help from God himself....

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The Cassidy twins raced through the forest, laughter ringing through the trees, brown ringlets of hair bouncing gaily. "Wait up!" Lydia Cassidy called after her sister right before she tripped over something buried in the fallen snow.

A great gash in the side of the corpses neck opened like a mouth, crusted with dried blood. Only a few ropes of pale tendon still attached the head to the neck. Her flesh was blanched white as milk, blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered her like a rash, breasts and groin and throat. Nika's eyes were still wide open. They stared up at the sky, green as emeralds but unseeing.

The little girl screamed...

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"I...Okay. Yeah, I'd like that." Annelise replied to his offer a bit reluctantly at first, it seemed to Seb. However, it had thankfully calmed her considerably. The last thing he needed was a pack of threatened werewolves teaming up on just the three of them in a diner. Alarick, on the other hand, provided enough comic relief to keep things from getting too tense.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Sebastian shot back, tilting his head and pursing his lips as if he felt some sort of sympathy to the man. "I'm not one for pretty-boys." He wouldn't admit to the fact that he valued Alarick's friendship highly. In fact, if he were to be open with anyone, it would most likely end up being his deputy. Seb looked up as his food was placed before him. He picked up his fork slowly and cut the omelette apart with the side of it before placing a bit in his mouth and thoroughly chewing it. He appeared to be mulling over something but, then again, when wasn't he?

Alarick rambled on about plans for his day off, going on and on for a while. "Unless you have any specific orders for me- eh? Sheriff Sexy Pants I await your instructions.” Seb looked up, chewing another bite of his omelette slowly as he raised an eyebrow at Alarick.

"Sheriff Sexy Pants?" he repeated through his food. Sebastian swallowed his food and then pressed his tongue against his cheek. "That's a new one, Rick." He thought for a few moments before shrugging and shaking his head. "Nothing I can think of, Deputy Dunderhead. Just stay on call, alright?" He left a few bites of his food on his plate, not in the mood to finish. He started to slide out of the booth but was stopped by the appearance of a young woman, dressed in all black.

"Morning boys...Annelise" said Ariana as she slid into the booth beside Alarick. Seb sighed and settled back into his seat, clasping his hands together as he grunted a quick "mornin'" at the woman. "I see I wasn't invited to the party." She stole a few pieces of Rick's bacon and then added. "So, what's the cause for the party, huh?"

"Not much of a party...at least by your standards, I'm assuming," he replied, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Besides, I'm about to leave. Highway duty." He nudged his plate slightly toward the center of the table with the fourth of his omelette still upon it. "Help yourselves to it- I'm not hungry." Seb reached into his pocket and removed his wallet, a weathered piece of leather that held his license, money, and anything else he could fit in there besides a credit card. He'd never seen the point in owning one. Besides, all of the really old stores around town still hadn't become that modernized. A credit card just added one more thing to worry about. Placing enough money on the table to cover his food and then some, Sebastian slipped his coat back on and stood up. "I'll see you all later...come over some time after five, alright Annelise?" Without receiving an answer, he exited the diner and started to his truck. Once inside, he turned on his engine and was shocked to hear the numerous radio transmissions coming in.

"Dead girl...neck severed...forest...urgent...all officers..." they all seemed to say, merging together as all of the officers tried to speak over each other. Seb pursed his lips and sighed, a mixture of relief and reluctance. He was excited to be off of highway duty for the day...but, there hadn't been a murder in the area for ages. He pulled the truck out of the parking spot and followed the directions he could make out from the shouts of officers to where the dead body lay. It brought him to the woods a bit away from the station. He frowned and sighed softly as he parked the truck. On the bright side, he wouldn't have to go on highway duty for the day. Sebastian closed the door sharply and started toward the crowd of people, hands shoved into his pockets. The middle-aged man from earlier hurried toward Seb, his ruddy face drained of color as a cold sweat appeared to drip down his forehead.

"Sir...it's real nasty," he murmured, stopping directly before Sebastian. "You...might not want to look at it." Seb simply raised an eyebrow and stepped around the officer, still making his way to the corpse.

"When have I let a bloody murder get in my way before?" he retorted, glancing over his shoulder. Blood didn't affect him anymore...he'd been splashed with it, drenched in it, coated in it. As he moved closer, the crowd of hospital staff, officers, and civilians parted, revealing the body. Sebastian's brow furrowed at the sight. Well, the corpse certainly was bloody. But, there was something else unnerving about the body. Why did it look familiar? He crouched beside the cold cadaver and placed a bare hand under her chin, turning the head slowly to get a better look. Suddenly, it hit him, and he fell backwards, eyes wide.

His composure had fled from him and, in its place, panic and fear set in. He knew that face. Oh God, it was so familiar! The markings on her body were easy to identify- obviously from a vampire. A few people walked over and helped him to his feet slowly before he pushed them away. Stomach churning, Sebastian excused himself and walked a few yards away toward a tree at the edge of the woods. Leaning upon it, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Instead, images of the body flashed against his eyelids. Nika...no, not Nika. She had so much potential. He was going to see her after his shift. Oh, if only he'd stayed! Jaw clenched, he shook his head slightly. No...he wasn't in charge of her death. She should have been able to protect herself.

Shakily, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone to send a brief text message to all of the Hunters. " Man down. Meet by the forest outside of the police station in five minutes."

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How peculiar...it felt like just an hour or two, Nika was alive and full of life. She had even flirted with him. Hell, she had been flirted with him for ages now. Perhaps he might even miss that. Seb shook his head slowly, trying to rid his mind of the images he'd just viewed. Pent up tears stung his eyelids and, as if to hold them back, he clenched his fist tightly, digging his fingernails into the palm hard enough to possibly break the skin. Why was he showing emotion right now? He shouldn't be upset! It was inevitable, for God's sake. What had his uncle said...?

"God damn it, Sebastian Harding!" he'd snarled. "Stiffen that upper lip or I'll come over and stiffen it for you!" How old had Seb been...? He couldn't have been much older than fourteen or fifteen. He was almost a man, by Hunter standards. Those words were meant to harden him. They did...but, at the same time, they scared him into showing no emotion...quite ironically. Seb rubbed his face with his hands slowly, making it look as if the redness of his face wasn't from emotion and, rather, stress or something else. He couldn't let people see he was emotional, especially his Hunters.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Seb walked back to the group with his common poker face masking his countenance. He glanced around quickly, wondering if anyone had gotten his message and was coming. Perhaps they were on their way...? He sighed. Well, they better hurry their asses up. He approached the corpse again and crouched by it, staring Nika in the lifeless eyes. A prayer came back to him, something he hadn't heard uttered since his uncle's funeral, most likely. His family never really prayed, in all honesty. Seb leaned down a bit closer to Nika, as if he were examining her. Instead, he whispered the prayer softly as he pushed her eyelids shut. He'd had to do that for so many young Hunters, it seemed. He straightened up slowly and, peering around, noticed a woman looking at him. He met her gaze with his steely gaze, holding it for a few moments before he heard a voice to is side.

"The woman's dead, and has been for a bit. My guess not even an hour-" he began. Seb cut the man off with a sharp scoff, obviously dressed as an EMT.

"No shit, Sherlock," he muttered. "My grandmother's cat could have told me the same." The man continued on though.

"-and she seems extremely exsanguinated- or at least you would think there would be more splashed about like a Pollock painting considering her wounds. But hey- I’m not forensics- I’m sure they’ll be more help." Seb crossed his arms lowly on his chest, beneath his pectorals.

"Yeah...I guess so," he replied. It was unclear, however, what part of the statement he was agreeing with. Then again, his tone was so apathetic that he could easily just be saying something to get this EMT to leave him alone.

"Some fucked up people in this world, Captain- ah- Harding," mumbled the man, having to look at the name tag on Sebastian's chest to know his name. Seb gave a quick eye roll and looked at the man.

"You think I don't know that?" he said simply, being a man of few words.

"Either way- you got what you need for your report? Because my bed and I have a date, and I'm running rather late." Again, Sebastian shot a look at the man. This time, it was a sharp glare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize sleeping came before duty," he retorted. "You'll wait until I have my report, alright? I'm sure your bed can wait for a little bit...a woman's dead here- show some respect." His eyes narrowed and he walked off toward the trees again, looking for his other Hunters. Meanwhile, more and more people arrived at the scene, all of them making him feel more encroached and irate. God save the next person who approached him...

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The pair of immortals strolled together in the mid-day sun, the luxurious chill of winter curbing the heat but not the sudden brightness. The town was clean and thriving, drenched in intense light(intense to his eyes at least). The gentle breeze moved in from the placid snow dunes, across the margin of azure-tinted ice, to cool the smooth wide pavements full of happy mortal individuals. The massive deciduous trees threw out their primitive limbs to cover the broad and carefully tended streets. It was picturesque, but far from where Nik wanted to be. He chuckled at her impatience. "This way little fire-cracker." He cooed, pressing the knuckle of his index finger to his smiling lips. He led the way, pace leisurely but quick all at the same time. They were silent as the traversed to his living accommodations, giving him plenty of time to focus on his musings.

He did genuinely hope to impress her with his 'setup'. It was far from Casterly rock standards, but then again, where would one even find a castle in this day and age, on this continent? He shook his blonde mane. This house, no, this mansion would have to suffice. He also hoped she had brought her appetite too. He had a throng of lovely little feeders waiting back his current abode. He always kept a bevy of women on hand at his beck and call like some tacky Anne Rice vampire, but he couldn't be made to care. The thought of feeding drifted his mind back to earlier that morning....he had a Big-Game Hunt, an unseasonal Easter feast after a Lent of starvation-the pursuit of one of those splendid human trophies whose gruesome modus operandi was shared amongst his kind, a being anointed in her anonymity with a flashy name by the worshipful gossips in the immortal world: "The Russian Ripper." Nikolai Lannister lusted after such killers! And that dawn, the pleasure was his of finishing her illustrious vampire hunting career in a dark cruel embrace, without a scintilla of moral illumination.

Sooner than he realized they were breaching upon the manor, having walked all the way through the small town to the outskirts where the old widowed woman lived whose home he had taken for his own. The mansion sat silent in its great park of ancient oaks, with its sloped rooftops and vast lawns blanketed in deep pristine snow. It was a handsome four-story edifice full of lead-mullioned windows, and chimneys ever sending their winding plumes of smoke into the sky. A place of dark wood-paneled libraries and parlors, bedrooms with coffered ceilings, thick burgundy carpets, and dining rooms as spacious as those of a palace. And then there were the various archival treasures that Nik had brought there himself. Paintings, statues, tapestries, antique furnishings and ornaments-all of which he had acquired over a millennia of living and upon which he placed no monetary value, for the historical and scholarly value far exceeded any appraisal which could be made. His library collection alone was worth a king's ransom in any earthly currency. There were manuscripts in all languages, indeed some from the famous old library of Alexandria burnt centuries ago, and others from the libraries of the martyred Cathars, whose culture was no more. There were texts from ancient Egypt for a glimpse of which archeologists would cheerfully commit murder. There were texts by preternatural beings of several known species, including vampires. There were letters and documents in these archives which had even been written by him. All of this and more, and she had yet to see it. Only able to take in the outer shell until she stepped inside. "Welcome home my sweet." He purred, enjoying the look upon her surprised face. "Everything that is mine, is yours." He swept his arm out in front of her in a gesture meant to let her take lead.

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Image"She's leaving...Oh God..." Gabby voiced once she had made it around the corner of the building to lay eyes on the perpetrator. "Ahhh the barkeeper, I mighten have guessed as much." Nikolai stated, too caught up in the clicking and turning mechanisms of his mind to realize his protégé was so obviously horrified. "You do not have to accompany me for this..." He said, tacking on to his previous statement, still not bothering to tear his gold and green eyes away from the vehicle that raced from the lot. "It will quite possibly get very messy."

However, though Nik didn't understand it fully at the time, Gabrielle had agreed to go with him in spite of this. So just like that the pair was off again, racing once more through the wood but not with the same sort of glee as before but a darker fervor. The trees all seemed to be clawing at their clothing, outstretched arms reaching out to ensnare them. The jingling of icicles was no more a joyful song of winter but a sepulchral tone. The light of day dwindling away to evening. And all too soon they were at their destination one more, the time to plot and plan and scheme expired.

Nikolai looked over his shoulder to ensure Gabby was by his side before he tested the front door to see if it was unlocked, though it would hardly of stopped him if it weren't. Timing couldn't have been more opportune in his mind as the knob turned without catch and as he looked back again to lay eyes on an empty parking lot. "Perfect."

His footfalls were as silent as death itself when he entered the bar, like a great lion stalking it's prey. The whirling of machinery could be heard in the back by their heightened vampiric hearing and Nik just knew she'd be there, pouring over tapes for a still of his face. Timing was so very opportune indeed. He entered the office with a supercilious smile hanging from his lips, arms languidly stuffed in his pockets, belieling his agenda. "I hadn't know the bitch had such bite, you really are a quick clever girl aren't you?" His started, voice pealing like thunder, startling the wolf. "How did you realize that it had been I that killed that Russian hunter? Truly a very observant deduction, you have my respect...but that will not save you I'm afraid." He explained forebodingly, letting his tongue trace the rough contours of his fangs before he flashed her a more malicious grin. Caro didn't seem to be the type to be fearful, but here, trapped within the confines of the office with but one exit, she should have been quaking.

Vampires appeared human, that was their great guise so that they may lurk in the shadows undetected, but in that moment, the edges of Nik's mask were peeling away to reveal his true self-his words hitting her eardrum like a bullet to her brain. His eyes, the color of sunlight shining through a glass of whiskey, sparkled with murderous intent.