ALIX QUINN
Werecoyote
Dread Doctors' Experiment
Posts: 373
Age:
29
Occupation:
Photographer/hunter
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Christian Callaway
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 19:04:37 GMT
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Post by ALIX QUINN on Mar 22, 2021 17:08:37 GMT
Vampires.
This town was crawling with them. Not all were dropping bodies out in the woods or draining idiots who signed their lives over in the ‘blood den’ of the club that had sprung up here. Some were hiding in plain sight, playing good little boys and girls while those who shared their predilection slaughtered. And those that didn’t die? Who got away or were let go with minds wiped blank. Scarred. Reminders carved deep into their flesh.
Alix frowned at the thought. She sat on the tailgate of her truck, mud caked boots propped on the rear fender. Elbows on her knees, one hand raised, burrowed beneath the cover of the leather jacket she wore over a black tank and flannel. Fingertips working their way over skin, tracing the fine lines of scars left by a surgeon like they were worrying a comfort blanket. A reminder that while things were capable of tearing you apart you were capable of healing … even without the added power that came when something decided that you deserved to sink deeper into that world. When your own uncle decided to hand you over to things that he knew would twist and turn you.
Huffing out a breath, Alix dragged her hand back, curling tighter around her knees. Ralphy was still out there somewhere, quieter than he had been. Maybe Rohan coming here had convinced him to loosen the strings a little, maybe it had been her getting involved with another hunter instead of something else he saw as disgusting, something to be eradicated in the way he had done his own sister and brother-in-law. Maybe it had just been the loss of his domination of the hit list. Who the hell knew? All she was certain of was that in recent months Ralphy had started to back off. The calls to go out and earn him a little money growing fewer and further between. It had given her the space to breathe, to take a few jobs of her own … with others in tow so much of the time now.
She forced herself to unfurl a little. Her hand snaking in towards her stomach to pick her phone up. Ben, Christian, Rohan. She’d called on all of them to hunt with her here, sometimes for a pay day, mostly not. Dante too. She sure as hell hadn’t wanted to get involved with the man when she’d first tackled him in the woods not far from here, the air filled with the gas he’d released, her life on the line, or so she’d believed until they’d both been laying there amongst the leaves splattered with both of their blood. Back at his warehouse, not so unlike her own, she’d found herself in his lap, something between them snapping tight with a different sort of tension. Alix let out a long breath, thumbing the phone off again, no messages displayed on the dark screen. It had ratcheted tight when she’d gone back, watching out for her the way she had for so many others in town and had found one of those things crawling around the perimeter of her home. Like its brethren it had died there, Dante dispatching it quickly, cleanly. That tie between them snapping entirely afterwards.
Drawing in a breath through her nose Alix smiled. It had snapped cleanly, heat rising in the wake of what was there, leaving the two of them wrapped around one another, the truth revealed in small measures as those shields that had kept most of her hidden at the very least fell away. Things revealed, things shared, others hidden for now, fingers and words covering them. His hatred for vampires hadn’t been hidden before that night but it had been brought further out into the light. She knew out of all of them this would be something he would want a part of. What had formerly been a farmhouse out here on the outskirts of town, now a nest of things that had been slaughtering their way through neighbouring farms.
Alix squinted, watching the shadow of an approaching vehicle flickering through the trees that lined all of the roads out here. Maybe the inhabitants of one those homes heading back but more likely Dante. She’d text him an hour before, given him the location and what details she had, waiting for him to get here before she tried to go in. As he pulled up behind her truck she slipped down off of the tail gate, approaching slowly with that half smile curling her lips. ”Hey. I’m glad you made it, I didn’t want to wait another night. They’ve hit somewhere on this road every night this week.” Last night it had been a family home, the farmland around it just given over to horses now, the little girl’s room still filled with signs of her obsession over it, blood stained by the time the Sheriff and her people had arrived. The thought left her own face slightly pale now as she rose on her toes, touching her lips to his before sank back down. The smile was gone, the hunter back in the place of the woman she’d allowed to peek through for moments. ”Did you get anything else on them?” She’d been in his home, had seen the way he’d traced the vampires in this town. If anybody here could unearth anything about the nest inhabiting the rickety old house and barn, it would have been Dante.
Tagged: @dante * Word Count: 914
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ALIX QUINN
Werecoyote
Dread Doctors' Experiment
Posts: 373
Age:
29
Occupation:
Photographer/hunter
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Christian Callaway
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 19:04:37 GMT
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Post by ALIX QUINN on Jun 9, 2021 17:54:39 GMT
She knew better than to go into a hunt alone now. The last couple of years Ralphy had guaranteed that was her only way of working. Cut off her connections, leave her isolated and fighting for her life, be the only light out there when she desperately needed someone. The thought had made Alix laugh a dozen times since she’d called Brady to her building under a pretence and had the lid blown off of her entire life by her cousin. Laid bare she hadn’t known where to turn but what Mystic Falls took in misery and blood, it had a tendency to give back in another way. Against Ralphy’s wishes she’d found another life here.
He would’ve crapped bricks at the sight of Dante. No less physically intimidating than Derek had been but a hunter, like her family, one who had seen past the thing her uncle had turned her into. He would not back down for Ralphy, would not have let her get so close with a gun. Derek, unaware, had almost died. Alix wasn’t about to let it happen again.
Together they’d go after the nest today, not for a few more dollars in the bank for her get the hell away from Ralphy fund, but because it was the right thing to do for Mystic Falls. It was justice for those in this rural corner had been slaughtered the last couple of weeks.
Spotting his vehicle approaching Alix had slithered down off the back of her truck. She approached, that sheen of confidence she didn’t always feel bone deep revealed in the half smile on her lips. It died like a bulb dimming as the concern seemed to work its way through him. Alix’s lips pressed together, her hands rising to ward off the argument. ”Hence me waiting out here for you. These guys are bad news, I don’t want to tempt fate with them.” Another added weight to her conscience, overlaying the photos she’d seen of what had been left behind in the farmhouse. Colour leached from her face, the pit of her stomach dropping hard enough that she needed that momentary touch, the reassurance that could come from the physical, even if that touch did just linger a moment.
Green eyes stared up into brown, long fingers cradling her cheek, the brush of a thumb over her cheek bone. She nodded, knowing he would understand what it had meant. The calm before the storm, the strapping on of metaphorical armour.
A lift of her chin, the shuttering of that light behind her eyes as Dante’s flicked up to meet hers. She’d tried to put in her research on the nest, had found what might have been a trail close to Mystic Falls but things like this, that could slaughter this successfully in a town where hunters were thick on the ground now were old and canny and had trails leading back decades if not centuries. Alix huffed out a breath as Dante confirmed that he’d dug and oh boy he’d found. She started to back pedal towards her truck, sliding the shotgun and the bag of tricks she’d packed out of the bed of it. ”I guess that works for snacks between meals.” Most vampires didn’t take animals that big when they were avoiding human blood, the smaller the easier to catch she guessed.
Red brows furrowed as she slung her bag over her back and started back towards him. Leader. That was going to be the hard back. Newly turned vamps were as strong, hadn’t faced the threat of hunters multiple times and still walked away the victor. ”Who is he? Don’t worry, between the … what is it?” The hair on the back of her neck stood up immediately as there was a sustained rustling from the direction the crack had come from. There was still some sun in the sky, a hope that at least some of the nest didn’t have daylight rings. Alix’s shotgun swung up as a girl, probably not much older than fifteen stumbled out of the treeline. ”Help!” The shriek went up as she saw them. Blood stained her neck, trailed down over a dirty set of pyjamas, smiling crab faces looking ridiculously out of place for the moment. ”They’ve got my family. Oh God.” Her eyes went wide as she saw their weapons, her progress on scraped and bloodied bare feet stopped dead.
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ALIX QUINN
Werecoyote
Dread Doctors' Experiment
Posts: 373
Age:
29
Occupation:
Photographer/hunter
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Christian Callaway
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 19:04:37 GMT
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Post by ALIX QUINN on Jun 22, 2021 19:28:03 GMT
There was an echo of her father’s words in there. She’d seen concern in Dante’s expression. In the cut of his words, so much more than Seth Quinn had ever managed for his kids. There was empathy beneath those dark eyes somewhere, something that was lacking in her dad, far more than she ever would’ve believed before Brady had pulled down the veil her family had always kept over their lives. Something monstrous had lived behind it. Murder. The ice cold slaughter of their own blood. If they’d been here they’d likely have encouraged Dante to take that step for them, seeing nothing but that reflection of themselves. Alix looked up into those dark eyes as he had cupped her cheek, stroked his thumb along that arc of bone and knew it was nothing more than a faint echo. Dante had a reason to despise vampires, a reason to what to stamp them out. It wasn’t that absolutely hatred of everything.
The overwhelming differences were what had her lifting a hand, fingers curling around his wrist for a moment to squeeze gently. A reassurance that ran both ways as she’d made it clear there was no way she’d have charged right into the heart of that nest on her own. ”Preaching to the choir,” Alix managed hoarsely. Some lived in peace, as she did herself, but that peace was a fragile thing for everything, everyone, and she’d have said the same thing about herself not so long ago. Blood on her hands, that shocking weight throwing out the scales she’d spent the last couple of years struggling to balance. This would help, the things that had killed that family dealt with.
Her lips pressed together, trapping the taste of him on them for a moment as Dante pulled back from the kiss and went to retrieve his phone from his pocket to check what he’d found on the nest. Vampires following their leader across state lines, probably all the harder to kill with that one dominant figure in charge. Smart, strong and violent, always a dangerous combination. Backing up towards her truck Alix had enquired after him. someone like that had to have been on someone’s radar … although, smart. The thought that the nest might’ve come to them struck like a hammer blow with the snap of the twig. ”We’re gonna find out,” she breathed. Alix gritted her teeth, hands already bringing the shotgun up. Almost ready to blow the girl in two.
The cry was loud, torn out of a throat smeared with blood … hers, someone else’s, she couldn’t tell from this distance. Alix moved closer to Dante, not close enough that if the girl was turned she could take both of them out at once. The girl stopped the moment she saw the weapons, her plea still bubbling from her lips but trailing off. Dark eyes darted to her and Alix gestured with her shotgun to stop her where she was. ”Where are they holding them?” she asked hoarsely. ”Do what he said. Come in slowly, hands up. We’re not going to hurt you.” Not unless those dark veins shot beneath her eyes, fangs flashing for just a moment before Dante used the gun he held with an unerring accuracy.
Lips quivering, eyes filling, the girl did as she was asked. Hands shook in the air, her bare feet sliding on the dirt as she approached. Up close Alix could see the wound on her throat, two ragged tears in the skin like she had fought. Probably not turned, the wounds would’ve healed if she had been. ”Y-you have to. They came the n-night before last. My dad …” She burst into tears, her hands reaching out in front of her like a plea as she approached, most of her focus on Dante. ”Our house … about a mile back there. They left last night, came back bloody again … they’re going to know I’m gone. Sooner or later, they’ll know. Help? Please? Please don’t let them die.” Six feet away she came to a halt, her eyes tripping from the shotgun in Dante’s hands up to his face, just in time for the tears to break, streaming down over blood smeared cheeks.
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