<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/fe/52/bafe529b0d464a92ee4fec29aaa5b344.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/24/2a/13242ae1af66355a7f5673b408a7b1f2.jpg)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Alley by the Maelstrom bar<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>Tuesday, July 4 | Night time<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Violence<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah Weaver<hr/>Lydia caught a whisper about possible vampire activity - mundanes being lured from the Maelstrom bar with exsanguination or straight up disappearances in the aftermath, so of course, she had to send Ksenia in to deal with the thirsty Downworlder. Even as the young Shadowhunter pulled her helmet, she grumbled lowly while tucking her hair into the neck lapel.<br/><br/>"Wish I was taking a nap right now," muttered the off-and-on brunette. She spoke in a pointedly surly manner that Lydia merely guffawed at with an unimpressed expression. There was, however, a notable tweak upturned on her slim pink lips. Ksenia's mother figure reached out to rap hard on the helmet in mimicry of a playful thwack upside her head.<br/><br/>"Stop whining, K. You're just lucky I didn't send you after that Eidolon last month." No one wanted to deal with those disgusting amorphous blobs.<br/><br/>With a little grunt of acknowledgement, Ksenia slapped down her visor to bring a prompt end to the conversation. Still grinning, Lydia backed away from the drive and gave Ksenia a wide berth to depart. There was a very faint 'love you' hanging in the air that got drowned out by the motorcycle's loud purr...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maelstrom bar was packed. And Ksenia spent three hours skulking and then baiting the vamp. An easy spot, the way he hung off almost every man or woman who would give him the time of day and look longingly at them (but really, any viable pulse points). Despite their distance across the pulsing machine of grunge and smoke and neon, Ksenia managed to use a wayward come hither look that piqued the dark haired vampire's interest. His aura screamed a roiling red when they locked eyes. It went like that for the rest of the night until last call when Ksenia sauntered out the side door of the ghost town bar to lure the vamp into a fight. And everything was going as well as could be once her stele came out.<br/><br/>Until<em>her</em>.<br/><br/>Ksenia grunted loudly in the middle of wrestling the demon up against the wall of the alley butting Maelstrom. With her blade poised up in her hand towards his neck it looked like the pair were locked in a grapple, though upon closer inspection the glint of the blessed metal would be noticeable. So too would his sickly pale and gaunt face, completed with a very inhuman set of fangs poised to bite into Ksenia.<br/><br/>She made the mistake of stopping for a heartbeat to look sidelong at the mundane standing nearby. With a hard punch delivered straight to her gut, Ksenia let out a gasp and back peddled between the vamp and blessedly ignorant mortal.<br/><br/>"Get out of here!" she shouted at the hapless intruder.<br/><br/>The vampire merely shrugged his shoulders, "Makes no difference to me if I get a little takeaway on the side." His gleeful, sadistic grin marked the look laid heavily into the mundane's presence. Rabid with delight and hunger, he lunged.