<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Source of the scream in the Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Those involved began to disperse and the liason had her answer. No one ever wanted to give a statement. It was the dishearteneing truth of rape culture to say the least. Without witness statements, the three assailants would probably get off scott free. After all... the defense would say... No rape actually occurred - it was prevented. Blivic. At the very least, Maricza could make sure they had a very uncomfortable night in the drunk tank at the sherriff's department and an embarrassing morning getting bailed out by their parents. And what a shame if the boys ended up with a broken bone or two. The woods are treacherous if one is intoxicated.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, she marched the now conscous would be rapists to the far edge of the clearing. They had little fight left in them.  She discreetly radioed the unmarked police van waiting just down the dirt 'road'. Tonight, it was their answer for a mobile jail cell. Maricza nodded to the two undercover officers inside and roughly shoved each of the three boys into the back. "Assault and battery. Near miss on sexual assault."<br/><br/>"Thanks, Mar..." His voice trailed off as if he knew he'd butcher her name if he continued. "We'll book them. Won't do much good but keep them off the streets for tonight though. I think you've got one of the council members sons back there."<br/><br/>Maricza sighed but winked at him. "At least it's something. It's a bumpy ride back to the department, my friend. Karma is a beetch."<br/><br/>The officers nodded back and chuckled before driving away.<br/><br/>A short scream pierced the woods but she quickly wrote it off as kids being stupid. She'd heard enough screams to know the difference between suprise and fear.<br/><br/>The vampire once again took out her flask and took a deep drink from it. The bloodlust was hard to control, particurlary with all the sex and lust in the air but she was determined to manage it. She'd spent so many years feeling like a monster that it was nice to feel human again even for just a little while. For the first time in a long time she had colleagues who respected her and she felt like she was in a place she could call home, even if it was only temporary. If she wasn't careful, she might get attached to this place.<br/><br/>The next scream was not nearly as benign as the first. It dripped with terror. Instinct kicked in and Maricza dashed off towards it. As she approached she knew she'd be dealing with something far worse than drunken idiots. She could smell the blood in the air. She dropped the backpack she wore and dug to the bottom. She pulled out two beautifully ornate wooden objects. They were finely sharpened stakes carved from a tree in her homeland that twisted into a sleek spiral shape. They had matching leather grips perfectly molded to her hands and intricate gothic carvings encircling them.<br/><br/>"Come friends. We are needed." She whispered to her most prized posessions before taking off at full speed towards where the scream had come from knowing full well the slayer would likely have the same idea. Truthfully she was curious about this latest slayer, and hopefully her curiousity wouldn't cost her dearly.