<strong>Name:</strong>Kamryn Phoenix<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outskirts of the city, her home<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<hr/><br/>Her heart pounded in her chest so loud it rivaled the music playing in her headphones. Sweat clung to her body as her muscles worked, rolling down her face and soaking through the tank top she wore. Her breath was ragged, coming in rough pants that were doing her little good outside of keeping her from passing out if the stitch in her side was anything to go by. Her legs and ass burned like hell as her feet tore up the pavement but Kamryn did not allow herself to stop. She wanted to. She could feel it in every single fiber of her muscles, but this was the moment when it became all about the mind rather than the body. After running 5 miles at a good clip she had turned on the speed, pushing herself through another 2 miles a pace that edged her quickly toward her limits. Now she was less than a mile away from her place but the goal was to make it there, to the safety of the one place she knew like the back of her hand, before her legs gave out. Her will was the only thing keeping her moving at this point and Kam gritted her teeth, her breath whistling in and out as she pushed herself even harder.<br/><br/>Some might ask why a woman who had voluntarily retired from active duty and managed a night club would push herself so hard. Why someone who was supposed to be living her life as an average Jane would take so many precautions. The answer was simple really. Kam ran to stay alive. Her experience with vampires was somewhat varied but in the short time she'd come to know the darkness that roamed among the humans of this world, she'd seen so many bizarre things it wasn't funny. She was quite aware that she would never beat one of those<em>things</em>in a flat out foot race but sometimes just the ability to keep moving could keep you alive. A fact she'd found out when she'd first began looking into her father's murder, and something she was frequently reminded of when she was called on to hunt.<br/><br/>At last her self inflicted torture came to an end as Kamryn bounded up the front steps of her modest three bedroom home, resisting the urge to bend over or simply collapse on the porch swing. She had gone out of her way to purchase this piece of property on the outskirts of town and had done so with cash and a false alias to keep the wrong sorts from tracking her down easily. She knew it could still be tracked to her but the lack of paper trail did make it more difficult at least. Still, in addition to being spacious it had a small bit of land around the property which meant she had a sort of buffer zone that might keep the number of innocent casualties down. Basically, Kam had planned for the worst when she'd come to settle here. So far things had gone smoothly but she had yet to penetrate deep enough into the coven to get any real answers--like just who her father's murderer really was, and why--so she wasn't counting on it to stay this way.<br/><br/>Turning slowly, Kamryn pulled out her key and moved toward her front door, her body already telling her she needed a hot shower. Twisting the key in the lock she paused as her phone rang, silencing her music as it did so.<strong>"Answer."</strong>she said into the mic dangling from her ear piece, not even bothering to check the caller ID.<strong>"Pheonix here."</strong>Her greeting was rather abrupt and left something to be desired as far as phone etiquette but oh well.<br/><br/><em>"Think I've managed to track down what you've been looking for."</em><br/><br/>The raspy voice on the line was at once familiar and Kam cast a glance around her.<strong>"Oh yeah?"</strong><br/><br/><em>"Yeah. We'll talk. Tonight."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, that's fine."</strong><br/><br/><em>"Wear something pretty, Phoenix."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Bite me."</strong>She growled in reply.<br/><br/><em>"Now now hunter, promises promises."</em>Kam heard the utterly male laughter and didn't even bother to respond. Instead she hung up and pushed into her place, securing the door behind her. She had better things to do than to entertain someone else's twisted fantasies.