<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img805/6133/henrycavillsmolderingey.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7170469#msg7170469)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sunset Blvd<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"N-No way! I'm not going back, man!"</strong>A young teenager stood there, fists raised shakily, fear evident in not only his eyes but body as well. He trembled like a new born child born in the dark, alone<del>   </del>afraid and confused, unsure of what was to await him from there on out. His pale fingers tightened themselves around the rusty pocketknife he held. Probably found it lying around somewhere in an alleyway, lost or tossed away by its previous owner. In any case, it was best to disarm him.<br/><br/><strong>"Look, kid, I know it might be scary at first, but this is how you'll have to live your life now,"</strong>the man opposite of him, a grown man with dark hair and silvery blue eyes responded, the 9mm standard issue handgun he wielded raised and aimed at the frightened youth.<strong>"You'll get used to it soon enough. Now let's just put down the knife before you end up cutting yourself <del>   </del> or more importantly, <em>me</em> <del>   </del> with it."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Y-You don't know man! You don't know... what it's like,"</strong>the pale faced boy exclaimed, making sweeping gestures with his arms as panic began to take over. It was pretty much a nervous breakdown now, sobbing and everything.<strong>"I-I never asked for this! I don't wanna... wanna drink fucking blood, man! I don't wanna live in the gutter like trash! I just... I just wanna go home and eat dinner with my fam<del>    </del><em>Aaargh!</em>"</strong><br/><br/>A loud shot echoed through the empty, multistory parking garage. Having lost his patience, Gabriel Smith had fired his gun, the bullet piercing the boy's shoulder. After he collapsed to the ground, the man walked over to him, casually kicking away the rusty knife before crouching down by his side.<br/><br/><strong>"Y-You shot me!"</strong>the boy exclaimed, eyes still wide in shock at what just happened.<br/><br/><strong>"Quite an accurate observation."</strong>As he responded wryly, Gabriel pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips before setting the opposite end ablaze with an old fashioned Zippo lighter. He calmly puffed out a long string of gray smoke before continuing.<strong>"Look, <em>Alex</em>... You can't go back to your family. It's hard to accept, but you belong to this world now. It might be lonely and rough at times, but that's how life is, regardless of what you are."</strong><br/><br/>With a small grunt he pushed himself back up into a standing position.<strong>"Don't worry though. I have a feeling you'll be alright <del>   </del> as long as you don't loose your cool,"</strong>he responded, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips as he offered Alex a hand, helping the teenager back up to his feet. With a pat on the wrong shoulder, earning a painful yelp from Alex, he added,<strong>"And look at the bright side; at least you'll be able to keep your boyish charm<del>   </del>"</strong>Gabriel supposed one could call it that.<strong>"<del>   </del>and won't just drop dead from a bullet to the shoulder."</strong>Not that most did, of course, but it probably best just to leave it at that for now.<br/><br/><strong>"...Still hurts like hell though,"</strong>Alex weezed out, eyes glancing down at the small hole in his hoody, which was framed by a small, dark red stain.<br/><br/>Gabriel figured it was good this runner was a vamp or that shot probably would have left him with a lot more to clean. Still, it was best to be safe. Taking out a small rod framed with small, fake gold ornaments from a pocket inside his leather coat, he aimed the end that a small hole in it at the tiny bloodstain on the concrete floor of the parking garage. Pushing the button on the side, a bright orange flame erupted from it, as if it were a miniature flamethrower. The teenager beside him leaped back several inches in surprise, but then watched in awe as the flame burned away his bloodstain, leaving no trace of it on the floor<del>   </del>not even a scorch mark.<br/><br/><strong>"Ebon drake fire,"</strong>Gabriel explained with a casual tone as he put away the rod.<strong>"Burns away flesh and bone instantly like ice cream on a hot summer day, but is surprisingly ineffective against pretty much everything else...</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Fuck, man... Just who are you?"</strong><br/><br/>He shrugged lightly, taking another pull from his cigarette, which was already halfway through its life.<strong>"I'm just your regular, honest to God L.A.P.D. vice cop."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, sure, and I'm Dracula."</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠</div><br/><strong>"Try not to bleed all over my back seat, alright?"</strong>Gabriel commented as the pair drove down the Sunset Boulevard in a black 1960's Dodge Charger. It was his own car, a classic that had been restored to its former glory with the pay checks he got from his work as a Los Angeles police officer. While he had not been lying about that to Alex, his true job was that of a hunter. The society of hunters was an old one, forged back in the days of old by humans who could no longer sit by as the supernatural threatened the lives of normal men and women. While that may have been their primairy job back in the old days, modern hunters such as Gabriel Smith mainly kept themselves busy by preventing the hidden world of the supernatural to be revealed to that of the average humans. Of course, there were still those kinds of supernaturals around that aimed to kill humans and disrupt the balance, but those kinds of crazies weren't an every day occurrence.<br/><br/><strong>"And who's fault would that be, I wonder?"</strong>Alex responded with no small amount of sarcasm. The first aid kid in the trunk was enough to patch up the wound for now, but the bullet had to be dug out and the hole stitched some time soon to prevent further bleeding<del>   </del>as little as it might be.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine, fine. At least you got some of your spunk back, kid."</strong>the driver rubbed his stomach lightly with one hand as it began to growl, voicing its displeasure at the lack of food being poured into it at the moment.<strong>"Hm... How about some food from the super burger to make up for the whole me shooting you thing?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You know my body can't absorb anything from that sort of stuff anymore..."</strong>The expression on Alex's face grew sad.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh well... more for me then!"</strong>Gabriel replied nonchalantly with a shrug, turning the wheel so that the car turned off the main road and onto the premise of the fast food shack.<br/><br/>The building sadness was easily dismissed by the teenager as soon as the possibility of a free meal faced imminent danger.<strong>"Hey, I never said no, damnit!"</strong><br/><br/>Thee vice cop could only laugh evilly in amusement as he parked the car and rolled down the window, lighting another cigarette as he waited for his order to be taken. It didn't take him long to notice there were more than just normal, mortal humans among both the costumers and super burger personnel. They were subtle signs, but he had been trained since early childhood to become a master hunter. It was pretty much second nature for him to pick up the signs. Hopefully it would remain quiet for the rest of the evening, but he had learned long ago not too expect too much in this city.