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It was hard to imagine that only a few days ago, Cam had almost died. It had been a long...long week. He had been tracking this vampire, and it had gotten to the point where it was actually getting personal to him. It's not something that happens often, he's found out from experience that when he mixes in his emotions with the job, thats when things can go wrong. He needs a level head when he's weighing options and making sure that he's making the right decision every step of the way. But that's what had happened, he had taken it personally, he had gotten frustrated and he had gotten sloppy. That was when blood was spilled...which made him even more frustrated.
He was sure that he would have botched the whole deal if the strangest thing hadn't happened. Somehow...someway he had run into an angel. That thought alone blew his mind. Of course, from what he had heard about angels he never thought that meeting one would be a good thing, but there was something out meeting her and talking to her that had just..calmed him. Well, it calmed him down enough to get himself a clear head, and a clear head was what he had needed. He managed to find the vampire and...well, the one vampire had led him to a nest and that nest almost had his ass...but he took care of the problem and made it out in one piece.
Still, in spite of making it out alive, he was still pretty worse for the wear. He had gone for a week, barely sleeping, barely eating, his nerves shot and completely on edge. Now he wasn't normally the type to give himself a break, but he knew that he couldn't do any hunting int he state that he was in. Rather than taking a vacation, because he never did that, at times like these he would just start driving and just keep going. If he drove long enough and kept himself out of trouble he could usually just reboot himself and come out better on the other side.
After quite a few hours of driving, he found himself traveling through Michigan...and there was something about this place that seemed just...peaceful to him. He didn't normally stop when he was driving unless he had a reason but he couldn't help it this time around. He parked his care on the side of the road and stepped out, figuring a bit of a walk and some fresh air would do him some good. it did him well to look at a town and just think about the fact that no one here knows whats really going on out there. These were people with lives and families, blissfully unaware about how close they were to the end at all times. He was a little bitter but he was happy for them. His hands shoved in his pockets, he walked down the main strip looking at the different shops that were closed by this time of the night and the bars that were still open.
Lisa could feel the deadbolt slip into place, accompanied by the distinct sound that only that metal bolt could make. Putting the keys in her purse, Lisa pulled on the door to the studio she managed just to ensure that she had properly locked it, part of her closing routine. Tonight, however, was different than most of the others. It was nearing eleven PM and Lisa was only just leaving, having already told Ben that she would be home late. A few late private lessons was forcing Lisa to leave after dark, but the time spent to properly give the studio a good cleaning was what held her up so late.
Out of the yoga clothes and into her street clothes, Lisa ventured the night in blue jeans and a white blouse. Pulling her hair from the pony tail she wore during class, Lisa shook out the naturally wavy hair that ended in a slight curl. A nice shower, then off to bed was just what Lisa needed to finish off the night.
Like so many streets of a small town, after dark they became isolated and empty. Almost no one walked the dimly lit streets as the street lamps flickered slightly. Zipping the top of her purse closed, Lisa slipped the strap over her shoulder as she started down the street. The other appeal of a small town, it didn't take long to get anywhere, even when Lisa walked to work.
Passing by darkened shops, all locked up for the night, Lisa hardly looked at the window displays, now depressing in the shadows, void of their spotlights. She had seen them so many times during the daylight, they were like the lamp posts and meters that lined the town's main street. Turning the corner, Lisa felt herself instinctively clutch her purse slightly harder as she crossed past one of the few town bars. Normally she never gave it a second thought, but the way people gathered out from, the slurred speech reaching her ears, Lisa wasn't sure.
Never quick to judge, Lisa found herself chiding her mind for playing such silly games. They were customers, not a street gang. This was Battle Creek, Michigan, not New York City. Things were different in these towns, and Lisa loved them for their differences. Hastening her step, Lisa walked past the small crowd, dark eyes glued ahead of her. It wasn't until she felt strong fingers around her arm that Lisa noticed someone had taken notice of her.
Lisa could hardly make out words through his slurred speech and what sounded more like grunting. Brown eyes widened as Lisa was forcefully whirled around, facing a much larger man. He was no giant, though Lisa's small frame made him much bigger in comparison. "Let go!" The order was clear as Lisa tried unsuccessfully to pull free her arm.
Cameron didn't often entertain thoughts of life outside of hunting. Honestly, he was way too far gone to do that. He had immersed himself in this life, let it take over everything that he was at this point and he wasn't sure if he could do the normal life. Of course, there were times when he could let his mind wander a little bit and he would find himself, in a moment of weakness, thinking about what he would do if he was ever to stop. If he actually made it to a later age and made it there alive and in one piece...he had to admit that this was the sort of place he would like to live. A small town like this, calm, peaceful. He wouldn't have to keep a gun by his bed and sleep with an eye open in case he needs to gun someone down at a moments notice.
It wasn't often he allowed his mind to shut off, normally only when he was driving, but right now he was finding it rather easy to do so. He was just walking around, eyes glancing at the different signs of shops that were closed, thinking about how much more simple life is for people who have never peered beyond the realm of normal life. They thought that it was a big deal to have money troubles, or nosy neighbors or their car wont start so they're late for work. They had no idea what kind of hell threatened to rain down on them at any moment. he would kill to feel that way again.
He was finally brought out of his mental fog by the sound of raucous raised voices coming from the outside of one of the bars on the other side of the street. That's one thing that he didn't miss from New York, drunken jerk offs ruining a good quiet night for everyone else. He was actually about ready to walk by and continue with this small moment of peace when he saw a little bit of a scuffle. A woman walked by them and one of the idiots grabbed her by the arm.
Now, he would save a civilian from a monster in a heartbeat, but he didn't find himself dealing with civilians harming other civilians. He almost didn't want to get involved, it felt like he would be intruding on a different world. Plus, he was finally having a night with no thoughts of crashing skulls, he wasn't going to be quick to jump into a scuffle. Still...he sticks around to check out the situation, keeping a keen eye on the man who had the woman held by the arm.
Blood pumped through Lisa's veins as she could hear her very heartbeat in her ears as the blood throbbed. She was a yoga instructor, she was no martial artist. Even if she was, Lisa had serious skepticism about being able to take on a man twice her size. Unfortunately, though Lisa was in no means short, she was tiny and almost any man was twice her size.
Yanking back on her arm, Lisa took the man slightly off guard as he lost his grip on her, freeing her arm. Of course, it didn't last long as he regained his composure and took hold of her arm again. Lisa could smell the alcohol coming off his breath in waves, that stale, vile odor.
Some of the other men cheered on their friend, while others stayed silent and simply watched. Chocolate eyes darted from face to face, looking for any of them to help her. None came to her rescue, or even spoke up in her defense. Battle Creek, Michigan was a town where everyone was a friend, though Lisa had no friends here. Silently, she cursed herself for not driving the short distance to work today.
Yanking back on her arm again, Lisa could feel his fingers tighten around her arm, holding her in place. "Let go!" Once more Lisa issued the stern order, which only resulted in laughter in return. Struggling, Lisa attempted to pull back with her full weight, though in comparison, her weight was nothing against his own.
There were times when he was so knee deep in monsters that he forgot just how big of scumbags humans could be, and it didn't take rotting in hell for hundreds of years. Some people walked around life making it their mission to make other people miserable, though he was usually too caught up in the supernatural to really think about that all that much. It seems, though, as if he was coming face to face with it tonight. It was kind of a shame, really. This was such a nice neighborhood, and he really had the illusion of safety and tranquility here, now it just got messed up by these thugs trying to take advantage of someone who wouldn't be able to fend them off.
The more he saw of what was transpiring on the other side of the street, the more he saw that he had to do something about it. His face turned stony, hands clenched into fists and he started taking a quick stride towards them. They were no better than vampires or demons, preying on those who were unable to defend themselves against them, ganging up on someone and pushing them around and taking advantage. It was his job to protect the human race...and he supposed sometimes that meant from other humans.
There were no words as Ian walks up to the man who had the woman by the arm. None were necessary, all they did was take up time, actions were faster and much more effective. He grabbed the man's wrist and squeezed it hard so that he would let go of her. In a lightning quick movement, he twisted the man's arm behind his back, then stomped his boot on the man's calf, right below his knee, sending him to the ground. He turned towards the rest of the guys. "Go." He said, a look in his eyes, a promise that they would get the same treatment if they stuck around.
Twisting his arm harder, tightening his grip, he turns her towards the woman who could have been his victim. "Apologize." He said in a soft, dangerous tone, with a final jerk of his arm.