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[Twilight Black]

OOC:// Want to post after me now?

The need for patrols now was increasing. Phoenix would have to skip out on this one. Twilight needed the quiet of the forest to herself. Trying to make a teenage werewolf boy listen, without grumbling about something, wasn’t in sync with her mood today. So after dark, she had left her house casually, like she was going on one of her nightly walks. The night was cool, serene, and dark. There was no moon tonight, so there could be no cliché of turning into a werewolf on the full moon. The woods were even darker. As soon as she could shift into wolf form, she did, taking advantage of her night vision. Twilight hadn’t patrolled the west side of Hush Hills in a while, so she headed around the town, to the west side of it. Sure, it would have been easier to just drive across town, but now she could get two sides of town patrolled.

That eerie feeling that you get when your being followed isn’t really necessary when you have heightened scent, sight, and hearing. The scent of a young male human, close to her age, drifted through the lightless night. This annoyed her terribly. Twilight hated being followed, or feeling like she is being followed. A sharp scent mingled with his, metal. He was certainly packed. Probably some ‘hard-core’ camper, or hunter. Too far away to see me, and he would have to have some pretty powerful gear to keep tracking me, in the dark especially. Well, I can take care of this situation anyways. Twilight thought with a wry grin.

Persistent bugger, Twilight thought with increasing annoyance. She had taken the guy on a four hour hiking trip in the western forest. She had been multi-tasking, keeping alert for any scent of immortals, but she had also woven a intricate path through the forest, trying to loose the ‘hunter’. Twilight steamed about the annoying human. Well she might as well try to find the hunter. She made her way to a clearing. She left her scent in the middle of the clearing, near a large bush that would fit her if she was trying to hide. Now she would wait. Twilight didn't know how she was being tracked, but when he reached the clearing, her scent would most likely distract him, hopefully he would turn his attention to the bush. Once he reached the clearing, she would circle around him, on padded paws, completely silent, slipping through the sparse underbrush with ease, despite their great size. Twilight hunkered down, becoming a tawny clump of foliage. She could spring if needed, but now she was silent, unmoving.

[Jasten Beckett]

Today was eventful.

Surveillance was going great. The cameras showed Twilight Blakk leave her house. Which meant the watching could begin.

Maverick had been tracking her for hours now. The darkness was beginning to become an impossible mass of black before him. The only thing keeping him going were the heatvision goggles strapped to his head and the motion tracker on his arm. The chrome plated Desert Eagle was in a holster at his hip, while the 9mm was held in his quivering hands. If anyone had asked, he would have said it was from the cold. The truth was that Maverick was getting an eerie feeling.

Had any innocent passerby seen him, they would have stayed out of his way, but wouldn't likely have freaked. The forged FBI badge of his dangled around his neck on a metal chain. He figured FBI was perfect for where he was now. After all, had Maverick been carring around his CIA badge, or another of his collection of forged badges, things may have become suspicious. A CIA man walking around in the middle of the night with out a team? Yeah right. FBI signaled he was investigating something himself.

As the eighth hour of tracking neared it's end, Maverick's motion tracker caught a flash of red movement, north-east of his position. He turned to face this way, and sure enough, the heatvision goggles over his eyes flared with a sudden burst of reddish orange, emitting from somewhere about fifty feet in front of Maverick. The merc grinned.

He pulled the goggles from his face, and gently placed them in their container strapped to his belt. With his other hand, Maverick brought pulled a balaclava down over his face, obscuring all his features save the area between the bridge of his nose and his eyebrows. Obviously, he had found his target.

Creeping forward, careful to not make a noise, Maverick spotted movement with his own eyes. But alas, his excitement was quickly destroyed. Instead of Blakk, before him was simply a clearing, and the movement a mere bird, disturbed by some noise across the way. Within the center of the clearing was some small bushes, and a rather large one that, in a pinch, could become the temporary hideout of a werewolf.

Maverick slid behind a tree on the edge of the clearing, glanced at the motion tracker. Nothing large enough to be his target. Which meant one of two things. The wolf was hiding, likely in the bush, or wasn't nearby at all. Whatsoever. The tracker had a range of 150meters. It would pick things up across a football field and a half.

Having checked for his target, Maverick reached to his belt once more, this time taking a long black cylinder from its spot on his hip. He attached it to the barrel of his 9mm, and spun off the tree, pointing for the tree. The auto glock, now silenced, chewed up the bush as he fired, revealing....

Nothing. No wolf had hidden there. He should have known. It was too obvious. Even now, a scent was coming from the bush, one his surgically enhanced senses picked up. Werewolf. Which meant it was put there deliberately.

That eerie feeling just became worse.

He walked into the center of the clearing, glancing at his tracker as he did so. A faint glimmer of movement off to his left...but not big enough for his target. Reaching the center of the clearing, Maverick reloaded his gun.

His mind raced, trying to figure out a way to safe guard his life. Maverick's eerie feeling was chewing on him, and he felt like he was in serious danger. Suddenly, an idea cam to him. A stupid, bold, idea.

"Here, doggy doggy. Come out. I won't hurt. Probably."

[Twilight Black]

Twilight cocked her head silently when the man crept onto the scene. He was decked out with all sorts of gadgets, and had one of those masks on that ninjas wore in the movies. She almost chuckled aloud at the image. All his fancy gadgets and weak senses had led him in the wrong direction, to her advantage. She almost sighed in relief at this. It meant he hadn’t been tracking her with heat sensing goggles. If he had, the man would probably be able to pick up on her ruse. He didn’t belong out here, not against her. Twilight felt a small amount of pity for him. She didn’t want him to have to die. Well let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. She could sense his anxiety, and this made her stomach clench uncomfortably at the thought of killing him. Twilight wasn’t a murderer. Did protecting you and your kind make you a killer though?

With an amused expression on her face, she watched the man slide around a tree, glancing down at his equipment, then advancing on the bush. Twilight remained hunkered down, able to spring in half a second. Now was not the time to spring at him, and she didn’t even know what she would do with him once she caught him. Besides, if she could find more about him by waiting, she would wait. Better to avoid a nasty surprise if the man was more than he appeared to be.

Now, he took out his gun, probably preparing to attack the empty bush. Then he screwed something onto the end of the gun. A silencer? We’re in the middle of no were, who do you think is going to hear a gun shot. Or a scream. Twilight asked him silently. When he emptied the gun out on the bush, her lip twitched slightly. She knew he was going to do it, but it still ticked her off a little. It was as if he put the pen to the paper to sigh the ‘be enemies forever’ pact. She almost growled a loud. His heart beat sped up, stronger waves of anxiety washed over from him. He eased his way back into the clearing, and reloaded his gun.

"Here, doggy doggy. Come out. I won't hurt. Probably."

Probably not hunter. Guns do hurt however. Oh well, what’s a little pain. Twilight’s lips curled back into a half-smile, half-snarl. Well, he already knew what she was, and that she was here. A low, resonating growl rumbled past her chest. He would be able to hear. Twilight rose from the bushes. She was tired of hiding. Well let’s meet this ‘hunter’. The tan wolf stepped out of the brush to face him. An amused smile was on her face, though she didn’t know if he would recognize it.

[Jasten Beckett]

The faint growl alerted him to the danger before his brain registered his target had snuck around him. Maverick spun around, and came face to face with the enemy. His eyes widened immensely. It was clear he wasn't expecting this. Especially considering the last werewolf he dealt with had been, oh, half the size of this one. And not as obviously dangerous. He killed followers, when it came to wolves. Alphas? That was a whole fething other deal. Thats what the top guns were for.

He stepped backwards, falling over a tree root. He kept his hand on his gun though. The fear kept the grip Maverick had on his gun strong. He brought it up, aiming at the head, which, Maverick noted with a shudder, bore an amused smile. At least that was a bonus. That training really helped identify whether or not you were dealing with a pissed wolf or just one that was amused you walked into its territory and was about to kill you type of wolf. Soooo useful.

Maverick kept scrambling backwards, until his back came up against a tree on the edge of the clearing. His pistol had silver tipped rounds. Thinking back, he realized it was one of his stupidest ideas to date. His thoughts, before he left to look for Twilight, had made him decide not to take phosphorous rounds. He thought he'd wait till he went hunting for a vampire. But, it really would have helped now. Fire, that would help.

But it was too late for that, now. Sadly, Maverick realized that this might very well be the last few moments of his life. Mauled by a Werewolf in a dark forest. Always thought I'd meet my end in a matter more public. I can imagine it now. 'FBI Agent found dead outside Hush Hills, North Carolina. Apparently attacked by a large creature.' Great. All those dead immortals, and others captured... he felt karma must be catching up with him. Maverick might have thought of pleading for his life, but in his eyes, immortals were evil, and wouldn't grant the slightest mercy.

The day before, he had felt badass. Like he owned the world. Not anymore. Now, he felt like he did as the rookie, on his first mission, staring death in the face. That was him once again.

But he couldn't let this wolf know how scared he was. So Maverick regained control, hiding his emotions the way he was trained. His face became once more a mask of calm, eyes glaring defient from their sockets. He stayed on the ground, knowing any move to recover could end his life. Maverick's gun stayed trained on the wolf's head.

He was ready.

[Twilight Black]

An odd sound came rumbling from Twilight. It would sound like a threatening growl to the untrained and almost panicked mind, but it was not. The werewolf’s maw parted in a wide, toothy smile. The rumbling continued. Twilight closed her eyes for a moment, and the rumbling stopped. When she opened her eyes again, the amused smile was back. She didn’t know if it would register with him that she was laughing. Laughing at him right now probably wasn’t a good idea when she had a gun pointed to her head. However, she just couldn’t help it when he back pedaled. It looked like a scene from a movie, and Twilight always had a good laugh at cliché. She had seen her fair share of movies, and the scene were the human steps backward and trips over something was definitely over used.

Twilight sighed after her laugh, yawning. Most of the time, a yawn would be a sign that the wolf wasn’t trying to be a threat, not here though. The human part of her yawned out of feigned boredom or nonchalance. She obviously wasn’t afraid of the hunter, and she spoke with the yawn. For added benefit she stretched, bringing her front end down. Her legs stretched out in front of her, clawed toes splayed. Her tail stuck into the air, and another yawn completed the action. After she was finished, she stood, and shook her thick pelt. Her pelt was thickening for the coming winter. This was her favorite time of the year for pelts, it was just starting to thicken, and shedding was over with. Shedding was annoying to deal with.

Looking down the barrel of the hunter’s gun, Twilight cocked her head. The look she gave him said ‘do you really think that will stop me?’, she would have one eyebrow raised if she had eyebrows. Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes. Though she was calm, her hackles raised reflexively at the gun pointed at her. She had a lot of experience with guns being pointed at her, and she had built up an automatic reflex to it. Twilight shook her pelt once more and her hackles went flat.

Golden amber eyes stared into the determined hunter’s. He had the look of resignation on his face, though she still sensed his fear. Putting on a tough-guy face didn’t work when you were around beings with canine senses. Twilight glared at him for a moment. Don’t move. I’ll be right back. She then turned, and stepped into the foliage, behind some bushy vines that didn’t conceal her whole form. Twilight closed her eyes. The one thing she hated about being a werewolf was that you couldn’t shift with clothes automatically on. She growled in annoyance, then began the shift. Her body lurched and twitched. If this was hunters first time watching a shift, he was in for a rough surprise. Hopefully the plants didn’t mind if he barfed on them. It was quite a possibility. Bones snapped wetly, joints were dislodged with a sickening pop. The transformation sure looked painful, but Twilight never had any discomfort. Fur disappeared, being replaced with smooth, lightly tanned skin. Twilight shook herself when she was done, and stood. The amused smile remained. Folding her hands strategically across her chest, Twilight turned. She had chosen that bush because it conveniently covered her from floor to waist.

”So hunter. It seems we need to chat.” Twilight sighed. She mostly exhaled the words. Briliant green eyes were fixed on the hunter’s.

[Jasten Beckett]

Maverick twitched when the werewolf began to laugh, something which he had seen only twice before. It wasn't unnerving, not in the slightest. Just... unexpected. It hadn't been something he'd think a werewolf to do when they had a gun stuck in their face. That wasn't normally considered smart to do so.

When the creature yawned, a flare of anger pulsed through him. Here he was, a Ravenwood Merc, with Immortal killing weaponry, and his target was yawning. Maverick struggled against the impulse to fire, as he knew it wouldn't kill the creature, at least not instantly, and it would have time to attack before he could fire again. Which would result in possibly fatally wounding it, but leaving Maverick dead. Not a good idea.

It was then the werewolf turned away, and started to walk off into the brush. Maverick made to get up, but the creature stopped, and he paused. The wolf then began to shift, something which he had gradually built a tolerance to. It was... disgusting, for sure, but he had been forced to watch the transformation cycle hundreds of times during training, so it wasn't anything new. Instead of retching, he folded his arms, gun still in hand. The creature obviously didn't mean to kill him, yet, so he didn't need to be waving his weapon around like a madman.

The reason for the werewolf's movement behind some foliage became apparent when it was fully shifted. It was female, and the bushes she stood behind just covered her lower half. The werewolf turned, arms over her breasts, and looked right at Maverick. When she spoke, he shrugged.

"Perhaps you do, beast, but I'd prefer to simply kill you and be done with this."

[Twilight Black]

The hunter folded his arms. At least he wasn’t ridiculously holding the gun out at her head still. He looked quite like an idiot that way. How many immortals had he fought? Well he seemed to have control of himself. Hopefully he wouldn’t do something stupid. Aside from trying to hunt her down of course. That was stupid. But oh well. This gave her the chance to confront him, see what the heck he wanted, if she would have to kill him, etc.

She raised her eyebrows when he shrugged, and spoke. Was he really one to talk about killing her? Mr. “I almost pissed my pants trying to get away from the scary werewolf lady, whom I tried to hunt down”? Twilight sighed patiently, shaking her head. She looked back at him, a tight-lipped smile on her face. She would give him some grace.

”Well, so would I, but, contrary to what you call me, I’m not a beast. A werewolf, yes. But not a murderer. I only kill people if they deserve it, and that’s been a while. Mostly let you humans deal out your own justice.” She said, a wicked smile forming on her face.

”But what are you? Some man hired to kill those who you’ve never met? Know nothing about. What is that?” Twilight asked, smile disappearing. Her eyes narrowed, glowing with an amber tint as she stared him down.

”It is in your best interest to talk to me. So I don’t have to do anything to you to protect the people here.” Twilight said sternly, putting emphasis on the word ‘you’. She considered just shifting back, grabbing him up, knocking him out if he struggled, and taking him back somewhere where she could tie him up or otherwise restrain him. And get clothes on. She shifted her weight slightly, keeping herself covered, but putting herself more in a position to act if necessary.

”So hunter. Start talking.”

[Jasten Beckett]

With a laugh, Maverick spoke. "Well of course you arn't a murderer. You need to be human to commit homicide, something which you arn't. No, you are an abomination, something which should be executed as quickly as humanly possible." And indeed it was! For only an abomination could shift between humanity and beast.

When the creature spoke again, Maverick couldn't help but snicker. It entirely was underestimating him. By the looks of things, she thought he was a simple idiot hunter not truly in touch with what he was doing. Of course, that was ridiculous. Maverick was far from a novice when it came to killing immortals. There were plenty of dead immortals in the ground, thanks to his weapon. Mind you, none as obviously powerful as this one, but still, facts remain.

However, it was time to play down his experience to gain an advantage.

"I'm a Federal Agent, thats what. I've been hunting a fugitive that was sighted here. I don't know what the hell you are, but whatever it is, you're unnatural, unreal. You should be either killed, or brought in for testing. Not allowed to roam about this forest, likely killing innocents."

"Oh really. You'll kill me to 'protect' the people who live here? Thats bullshit. More like covering your own ass so I don't blow your f**king head off. Or, better yet, protect your food from being saved, perhaps thats it, creature?"

[Twilight Black]

Twilight nodded at the first thing he said. A sly grin across her face. He was right. She wasn’t human and therefore wasn’t required to hold up the moral standards humans were. That wasn’t a very good thing for him to bring up though, she thought. Especially after she admitted that she would rather just kill him and get it over with. Thankfully for him though, she at least tried to hold some human morals. Though the ‘thou shall not kill’ one was tricky for her. And granted, she did slip occasionally. But was she an abomination? She sure didn’t think so. That was possibly a relative word though.

The snicker though was irritating. Silly human. She didn’t know whether to believe the Federal Agent part of his story, but the part about the fugitive was bull. Twilight knew the police force here, listened to the scans, heck was even more aware of criminal activity here than the police were. Suddenly a troubling thought passed through her mind. Did he know about the strange vampires? That would mean they were headed here. Deep concern passed through her eyes momentarily. That would be bad. Though maybe this hunter could just ‘happen’ to run into the two vampires. That would take care of him, and possibly leave the vamps wounded and easier to deal with. She eyed him, a smile on her face and her head cocked slightly.

”Hunter, please. If I was out here to kill innocents, you would be dead right now. Even though you’re the opposite of innocent. Don’t assume things about those you know nothing about.” She said sternly, an expression to match. The hair on the back of her neck started rising as he continued talking. Her eyes narrowed further, a low growl building in her throat.

”Look you. Don’t you dare accuse me of killing here, especially when you would sacrifice any one of those people in this town for the sake of your ‘mission’. This is my town, even if I did feed on you humans, I wouldn’t take from my town. You and your silly gun are the least of my concerns, you twit.” She snarled, stalking a few steps toward him, her arms flung stiffly to her side, fists balled and nudity forgotten. Her body was stiffened, ready to leap at any second, eyes flaring angrily with an orange tint.

”I’m growing tired of your antics, Hunter. Now tell me, who are you? And why are you deciding to terrorize this town?” Twilight asked, a deadly calm in her voice.

[Jasten Beckett]

At the werewolf's words, Maverick nearly burst out laughing. He grinned right back at the creature. "Honestly, you think I'd sacrifice innocent civilians to catch a crook? You truly must have a bleak outlook on your govenment. If you think that I'd do that, you must be mental. Its my bloody job to protect civilians, not kill them."

When the werewolf continued, Maverick shook his head in disbelief. "Oh really, your town? Last time I checked, Hush Hills had a different mayor, and the FBI had authority here. Well, guess I was wrong, eh? Sorry, my bad. Disregard my years of experience, my job, all that."

Maverick nearly groaned as the conversation went on. It was clear the werewolf was too bloody suspicious.

"Who am I? I'm Agent Beckett of the FBI, and I'm not here to 'terrorize' anyone, just do my damn job."

[Twilight Black]

Twilight’s eyes narrowed at his grin. He obviously wasn’t taking her serious. She, however, was seriously considering revising her ‘not killing humans’ thing. Tilting her head to the side slightly, Twilight eyed him. Her body relaxed slightly at the thought of just killing him and getting it over with. She was much better with action, instead of words. But then she realized he was actually talking to her, and she crossed her arms over her chest again, and took a step back into the bushes. Werewolfism certainly had it’s perks. This however, was not one of them. Turning her attention back onto what he was saying, and not the idea of dining on his soft, inner organs, Twilight’s lip curled at his words. She didn’t believe a word he said about sacrificing innocents.

”Yeah I guess I’ve been watching too many movies.” Twilight said, sarcasm dripping from her words. She fixed him with a cold stare, eyes slowly fading back to their human green.

”And it isn’t my outlook on the goverentment, for I couldn’t call it mine, since I and my kind have no part in your government, that is bleak. It’s my outlook on you.” Twilight stated simply. Even if he was really from wherever he claimed, she doubted his bosses would consider a few people in an obscure town were worth more than having her dead. Good to know you’re appreciated. Twilight thought with something between a scoff and a snort. Then he started talking again, giving her sarcasm about his job, and experience, and whatnot. She sighed, and gave him a small, indulgent smile. Oh he really didn’t know what was going on here… did he? Hush Hills might have a different mayor, the FBI may have authority, and he may legally have a right to be here but… this was her town. It was her territory. Her domain. Maybe if he stayed here long enough he would figure that out. She sighed again before answering him.

”Well, Agent Beckett of the FBI…” Suddenly Twilight paused, giving him a curious look.

”FBI eh? Then what are you doing as Sheriff of the local police force then?” Twilight asked. Word travels fast in a small town, especially with her connections and heightened hearing. Twilight generally disliked gossip, but it was helpful every now and then. Like now. She would let him answer this first, then she would inquire just what his ‘job’ was.

[Jasten Beckett]

Maverick frowned. Clearly this werewolf obviously knew more than most citizens in the town. The news he was the newly appointed sherrif wasn't exactly bursting around town, as far as he knew. She would not let go of his position easily, so Maverick quickly drafted a quick cover story in his head.

"Considering the standoff we are in, I really don't have much of a choice in telling you, do I? The sherrif gig, its a cover up. I wasn't even supposed to get the position, just deputy. We have evidence that proves a few of the officers here are dirty. I was supposed to go in a find out from the inside. Apparently, they did a backround check on me, and saw all my qualifications to be worthy of sheriff, so your police force placed me there, instead."

[Twilight Black]

Twilight resisted letting a smirk cross her face at Beckett’s frown. It seemed he wasn’t expecting her to know this. It definitely helped having super-human hearing, and having connections on the inside. Twilight knew a lot of things the average citizen in Hush Hills didn’t and the citizens here were well informed. If he thought he could just slip in unnoticed, he was in for an unpleasant surprise.

As he spoke, Twilight mulled over his words. When he suggested some of the cops here were dirty, her lip curled slightly and her eyes narrowed. Of course, every town had its bad apples, but none of them happened to be in the police force. If any did happen to fall into the task of being a cop, ‘accidents’ usually happened. But that’s only happened once. She still didn’t trust him, and until she found out more, wasn’t taking what he was saying very seriously.

”And what exactly does the FBI want with Hush Hills, hhmmm?” Twilight asked casually, eyebrows raising. Her curled lip had relaxed, leaving a calm expression in place.

[Jasten Beckett]

Maverick sighed.

"The cops are thought to be corrupt. Information links them to a rather cladestine drug ring, that we want gone. Mind you, no evidence has shown up that proves anything, so perhaps it was all mistaken. But thats why I'm here. If it turns out that its nothing, I'll leave. He crossed his arms, and leaned back against a nearby tree, in an attempt to seem bored. In truth, he was highly interested, but Maverick figured it wasn't the best idea to encourage the creature before him. It could end in his gruesome and horrible bloody demise...

"Is that all? Our are you set on trying to more federal information off of me? Which, by the way, you won't. I've told you everything I'm willing too."

ooc:/// sorry, its short... I just wanted to get a post out there....

[Twilight Black]

Twilight fixed him with a cold stare to mask her thoughts as he spoke. The possibility churned in her mind. The names of the Hush Hills small police force ran through her mind along with short descriptions of the person’s character. None of them seemed to be the type that would be involved in a drug ring. Though people would do crazy things in the name of pleasure…

But not her cops. Twilight shook her head mentally, dispelling Beckett’s silly lies. She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily. When she opened her eyes, her cold stare melted into a toothy grin.

”Please don’t lie to me Beckett. I have enough on my mind without having to search for actual truth in your words. I’d rather spend my time on more productive things.” She said calmly. Though her words were calm, she began pacing slightly. Her body ached for movement. She was growing very tired of his lies. The idea of snatching him up in her great jaws and carrying him home so she could deal with him better crossed her mind just as he said he wouldn’t talk any more. The grin stretched wider.

”Oh-ho. You’re done talking are you? Please don’t tempt me, or underestimate me. Her grin turned into a smirk now.

”I’ve gotten information out of more determined men.” She said, smirking at him.

OOC: Naww it’s kay