The Four (closed)

[daz]

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the vampire . pansexual . location;; hotel . tag{s};; saidi
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"well, don't you just know everything? the bloodsucker muttered irritably, agitated by the truthfulness laced in all saidi said.

harley had the unusual and particularly unexpected need to shield his ears. the logical explanation would've been his growing irritation in his and saidi's current feud, but that wasn't so. no, instead, it was a foreign noise echoing off in the distance. it grew in velocity as he focused more on it, which he instantly regretted. the sirens wailed, soiling his ear drums to such an extent that he temporarily lost his hearing. everything felt numb, and he'd practically zoned out in shock. someone was definitely coming, and he instantly hated knowing who it was. the police, of course. somehow, harley had determined the human protectors were his enemies quite some time ago. with their horrendously noisy sirens and pointless weapons, he'd declared to himself that he was to detest their existence. it was likely illogical of him to form such assumptions, considering some police weren't bad people at all. generally they just wanted to help the defenseless humans who couldn't do for themselves. however, harley still managed to find reasons to dislike them.

the police men's presence became clear to the others, as harley could sense their bodies growing tense. the bickering that surrounded him came to an abrupt finish as the officers finally came into view, wielding their weaponry and bearing faces of false confidence. it was a bit annoying, the mere existence of these police men. they'd ended such a pleasant conversation he was having! how disappointing. the brunette could feel a growl rising in his throat, and his ongoing lack in hearing was beginning to be quite the crutch. the claustrophobic sensation he endured from being unable to make out noises was unbearable. he could only pick out a few distinct thrumming noises, likely coming from the fleeing creatures that surrounded him. everyone was bolting in their own direction, but a couple did remain. like hyde, for example. he was staying to play. no surprises there, naturally. the vamp felt like he was being driven insane! this lack in sound was beginning to take a toll on him, and it was happening far too quickly. hunger, mind boggling hunger... harley felt like he'd certainly fall out without blood on his tongue. soon. now.

harley immediately lost his self-control. saidi was forgotten, and once again he was the last of his species, fighting for his life. but he wasn't scared, oh no. he had a disconcerting level of faith in his abilities, even while he was briefly impaired without hearing. damn those sirens. the male caught eyes with one of the officers, and from there everything was a blur. he shoved saidi aside, sprinting forward with his extreme speediness. a few bullets from the man he was aiming for flew in his direction, but none managed to land its target. harley's eyes were so red that there was no longer any white, just a lustful hunger and desperate need. it was practically like he'd entirely lost who he was in one second. this was why he was so dangerous. he transformed from a sensible creature into a deranged beast in a split second notice. he became aggressive, and lost the ability to control himself. when the vamp could reach him, he lunged towards his target. he'd tackled the poor man before he could take another shot, disarming him quickly. all the officer could get out was a "what the h-?" before harley had fastened his fangs into the side of the man's throat. the delicious crimson liquid instantly began to flow from the open wound, and his victim turned paler and paler as he claimed it as his. the vampire's eyes rolled into the back of his head, filled with relief. he was regaining some level of composure each gulp of blood he drank.

[Nocturnal Creatures]

|| Chelsea Kairen || 21 || Female || Shapeshifter || Location; at hotel || Tagged; everyone ||

As the wolf made her replies Chelsea fond that she wasn't surprised that the wolf was older than her, it would make sense, she was still herself quite young, only recently an adult but still, she was a lot more experienced with shifting, in those terms the wolf was still just a child. Her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth, the closest she could get to a grin in her cat form, and it appeared more like a snarl or a grimace. "Glad to know that you are enjoying my company so much. Can't say that you're a bucket of rainbows either. As the wolf continued she was surprised that she held such resolve, seems that the little wolf wasn't so easy to antagonize as Chelsea had initially thought, shame, she would have liked to have wormed her way underneath her skin a little more than she had. Still, her comment on loneliness seemed to have got the wolf thinking. Shame, if you'd felt lonely then I might have taken some pity on you. And as for being a weapon, what's the point? Why not just do your own thing, be free for once, there's no point in following their orders, not if you're as free as you'd like to think. She couldn't understand why any of them were hunting down their "own kind" as it were. It didn't make much sense to Chelsea, not when she really thought about it. To her the best feeling was being able to do your own thing, running free, not being held down or told what to do by anyone else.

Chelsea raised her head to meet the dark eyes of the wolf, she could see that her comment about killing had made the wolf uneasy. She had no doubts that the wolf had killed before. No. Her intent was to stir up any feelings or thoughts which she had dwelled on. She knew well enough that almost everything could be remembered and she wanted to bring that to the surface of the werewolf's thoughts. Anything to distract the werewolf if they ended up getting into a fight. She needed as much help as she could so distracting the wolf in any way possible was definitely a very good bet. Her ears pricked as she heard the wail of sirens approaching which was almost drowned out by the snarls coming from the wolf. It seemed that she didn't much fancy a run in with the authorities. She turned her gaze towards the cars which pulled up nearby, guns in the hands of the officers, she thought that perhaps she might not be the most conspicuous at the moment, what with her being a leopard and all. Glancing around and looking at the wolf one more time, she decided that she'd stand a better chance in one of her other favoured forms. With that thought in her head her shape shifted, pain flashed through Chelsea's head as her muscles and bones changed and where once stood a snow leopard now stood a large white wolf, black paws, and dark grey streaks running through it's pelt. She stood level with the other wolf and watched as the wolf ran after a bullet was shot at her.

Chelsea was still undecided in what to do, would it be better to run or stay? It seemed that much of the officers attentions were focused on the werewolf who had charged at them and attacked one. She looked round at the others, whom she had blocked out before now, the vampire woman seemed ready to flee, not wanting to get into a fight with the officers either. Jackson, on the other hand, seemed riled up, angry and was shouting at the vamp girl, clearly not happy about the police. Not to mention he seemed ready to fight, no surprise there, Hyde seemed like he wanted to fight with everyone at the moment. She looked next at the man she assumed was Jackson's donor, who had shouted at Jackson, stupidly might I add, and then went to shout at the vamp woman, seemed he shared some anger issues with his donor. Next her gaze came to land on the guy which was on fire, great. Avoid him at all costs she thought to herself. He seemed desperate and shouted at Aria to put him out. Finally her gaze came to Harley who seemed to have gone mad with hunger, drinking the blood of one of the officers, things had most certainly gone to hell at this point. She was brought back to reality at the sharp realization of pain as a bullet shot through her right ear, causing blood to trickle down her forehead, turning her white and gray facial fur into a deep crimson red. Her amber-red eyes met those of an officer who knelt, sheltered behind his door. A deep snarl rose in her throat, as much as she didn't want to hurt the officer she was pissed that he had shot her.

Charging at him Chelsea's snarls grew louder and she saw fear and panic rise in the man's eyes. She heard the whizzing of bullets, which, thankfully, missed her. She charged into the door, knocking the man back, she pinned him under her weight and that of the door and snarled down at him before leaping away to shelter in an alley from the guns which were pointed at her. She ducked into the alley and looked out seeing the officers trying to figure out what was going on. She didn't want to outright run but she knew that she'd have to be careful of the bullets. Her ear had pretty much healed but her shoulder was also twinging with pain, she glanced down and saw another crimson patch on her white fur, a bullet had embedded itself in her shoulder, it was only small but the pain was sharp and precise, she'd have to take it out later in her human form. She looked out focusing on the woods where she had hidden clothes and a bag in case she needed to run, at least she'd thought ahead and wouldn't be left naked in the woods when the time came to shift back.