Hunters and Demon and Vampire! Oh, My! (For xEmmalia-Chan)

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Olive Oakley
Olive let out a small, soft gasp when he gave the okay, then grinned. She nodded along with his instruction and held his keys, even though they smelled bad. "Yessir," she murmured, loud enough for him to hear. "No feeding on people. Gold Pontiac. First Aid-Kit. Yes. Got it."

Then, as she got back to her feet with a small bounce, she surprised herself by coming over and giving the hunter a hug: one that was gentle by even human standards. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you~!" she squealed sweetly, then she realized that she might be bothering him with the touch, or he might fear that she'd feed from him, so she let go with a heavy blush on her face. If she hadn't drunk so much blood, she wouldn't be blushing so terribly!

"Sorry, Mister," she murmured, then scurried off to find his car. It didn't take long, thankfully, to find the car, but it took a little longer for her to figure out how to open the hatch. But once she realized what to do, she found the First-Aid kit, grabbed it, locked the car and trotted back to the alley where she knew the Hunter was.


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Puck Tyron
Puck gave him a smirk at his unkind remark. After all the riling he'd done to her, he deserved to be dropped down a peg or two. She rolled her eyes at the demon's meldramatic ways, and as she headed to her room, she snapped her fingers a bit and pointed to her bedroom door. "Go," she murmured to Omelette, and the puppy, after a small bark of understanding, tumbled down from the fluffy chair and trotted into her bedroom.

"You have fun pouting all you like," the Huntress said, giving his vessel's ass a slap as she passed him on her way to her bedroom. "Maybe if you behave yourself tonight, I'll take you out when I go grab breakfast."



[OOC: D'awww, I'm glad you love her so much~! That makes me feel very glad! *huggles*]

[EmmaliaChan]

Jesse Hawthorne
He nodded to her as confirmation as she repeated a summarized version of his instructions. She reminded him very much of an eager child, one told that if she did all of her chores he'd take her out for ice cream, or some such sentiment. Not that he minded; it was a slight bit of reassurance that he'd made the right decision, as she didn't seem to be faking it. The sweetness and eagerness to please genuinely seemed to be part of her personality.

His legs were a bit shaky, and he still wasn't quite one-hundred percent, but he was feeling much better than he had when he'd passed out. That was, until he was about to be fed on again by his new companion. The girl was smart - get him to let his guard down and give her his keys, then kill him and take his car... Damn, he should have seen this coming a few hundred miles away. He really was off his game.

Wait, no, she wasn't feeding... She was hugging him, and very gently, at that. His body tensed, unable to discern the proper reaction to either the hug or the string of gratitude. Before he managed to get his muddled mind in check, however, she'd already let go of him and apologized for it. Again, Jesse wasn't familiar enough with human interaction to know how to react. The only physical contact he'd gotten in a very long time was ass-kickings by various supernatural creatures, so sweet gestures of appreciation and fondness and whatnot were outside the range of his social vocabulary.

She left for a while, and for the time that passed he decided to sit, his wobbly legs not wanting to keep him upright for very long. As he heard the pitter patter of her returning footsteps, he looked up with an expression of relief, and his body untensed to match it. His logical, Hunter half was doubting she'd return, while his apparently much more sensitive emotional, normal-guy half had kept the faith in her. "You came back." Though he was stating the obvious, he felt it needed to be noted. It was the first step, after all. The girl would've been much better off if she'd ditched him there and ran.

Taking the kit from her when it was handed to him, he nodded his head. "Thank you." Opening it, he tugged out a reel of surgical thread and surgical needle with the trademark half-circle shape. Setting them on his lap, he fussed to get a small spray bottle of hydrogen peroxide, as well as a bandage roll. While he was used to mending his own wounds, his shoulder was quite the awkward spot, and the closeness of the three claw marks would cause the individual wounds to prove difficult to sew together on either side. But he had to manage... And so far, the hardest part was getting his coat off. Unable to move his bad arm around much, he ended up with one sleeve off and the other stuck on the forearm of his injured arm. Not bothering to get it off the rest of the way, he sprayed the peroxide on it and began his work on fixing himself up, feeling a bit like a patched up rag doll as he did so.


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Maxwell Lindon
The man-child in a woman's body ignored her, but he visibly jumped from her slap to his backside as she went past. It stung a bit, as she had quite the strong arm, but something about it was kind of a turn on. "Hey, isn't it the man who's supposed to do the ass-slapping, Butch?" He teased as she went past, his mood just as fickle as the female body he was inhabiting. Perhaps hormones affected him, too. Peeking up from his pillow, he watched her as she strutted away, eying up her toned rear end and lovely legs. If she wasn't a Huntress who could kick his ass, damn, he would be all over that.

"Breakfast? Pssht, eat me." He chuckled at his own pun. "I already told you, you don't get to be graced by my presence tomorrow. So suck it." He sighed, pushing his face into his pillow and closing his eyes. It was hard to get sleep when the other tenant in the body was bitching at him all night, but he managed to get an hour or so. He wished he could remember how to repress a soul, which would make them not only shut up but forget anything that happened while they were dormant, but he'd been leaving them awake for his enjoyment for so long that he couldn't remember how to do it.

So naturally, the next morning he was awake very early. Miss Marlene hadn't shut up for practically the whole night, and while it may've been easier to go dormant and let her deal with the tiredness of her body, he was a bit afraid of what she might do if he did. For now he had to behave - it was important to at least try to get on his captor's good side.

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Olive Oakley
Olive, when she returned with the First-Aid kit, gave him a grin and sat down behind him. "Of course I came back, Mister!" she chirped softly, handing it over. "You need me, and I need you..." However, once she said that, she seemed to realize what that might implicate, and she blushed more than she had before.

She watched, nervous, as he began to stitch himself up. She had heard rumors and myths of vampires having possible special powers, such as the ability to heal themselves and others, but they were just that: rumors and myths. Otherwise, she would happily heal his arms and scratches for him. Thankfully, it didn't seem to take too long, and once his arm was stitched up, he still seemed to have mobility in it, which was good. He'd likely be limited for a while – but not more than a week, since the tattoo would heal a good chunk of it within the next few days; the tattoo made hunters able to heal as fast as other supernatural beings. And even then, he could use it regularly, but nothing too strenious.

"Mister?" Olive found herself asking softly, as he began to put away the supplies. For some reason, the blood all over him was not causing as much as a panic to her as before. "Wh... What's your name?"


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Puck Tyron
Puck merely waved off the demon's remarks as she headed to her bedroom, then shut the door before changing into her pajamas and heading to bed, with Omelette sleeping at her feet.

The next morning, Omelette shuffled out of the bed and into the living room, licking at the demon's face and hands. Because, honestly, Omelette was a very friendly puppy, and he was kind of dumb, but lovable anyway. After a few minutes of that, he went over to his owner's door and scratched a bit, woofing until Puck came out.

"'M up, baby, I'm up," she laughed softly, shuffling to the kitchen in her pajamas (which were tight around her bottom but not tight enough around her breasts) and putting kibble into Omelette's bowl for breakfast, not realizing that she was bending over at a 90 degree angle as she did so, giving the demon a show.

"You hungry for anythin'?" Puck yawned, shuffling into the kitchen for a glass of water. She'd take a shower in a few minutes, then head out for a quick bite to eat. "Or ya still mad at me 'cause you're bein' a brat?"

[EmmaliaChan]

Jesse Hawthorne
He shot her a look at her oddly worded statement, but didn't say anything, instead focusing on fixing himself up. Though he wouldn't exactly say he needed her, this was definitely a more preferable alternative to killing her. It was easy on his conscience, and he could take responsibility for a victim he was unable to save, and, at least until when (when, not if, as he was still certain that a vampire was a vampire, no matter which way you sliced the cake) she lost her mind, he'd even have some extra help on his hunts, to boot.

Two sweet eyes peered over at him as he began putting his supplies back in the box. He'd have to clean everything up later and re-sanitize it, as for the moment there was little he could do about the blood covering his hands.He'd done a sloppy job of both the sewing and bandaging work, but he'd been working with one hand, so it was to be expected.

Her question was simple, but the very idea of introducing himself to a vampire made his stomach turn. It wasn't that he found her herself repulsive, but something about the symbolism of telling her his name and playing nice with her - who was a vampire - kind just seemed to go against everything he'd learned. No doubt his uncle would switch him if he could see him now, regardless of his age.

"Jesse. Jesse Hawthorne." He responded, getting to his feet and tugging his coat the rest of the way off. It was ruined, so there wasn't much point keeping it on - shame, he'd rather liked that coat. "You got a name?" He looked over at her, sheathing the large blade he'd beheaded Alfr with and putting his knife back in the waistband of his jeans. Taking a cloth from his pocket as he waited for her response, he wiped off the wards from the ground, not wanting to leave any trace of the less-than-ordinary battle that had gone on there. It would look strange to whoever found the scene, but there wasn't much he could do about that at this point.

With that, he began heading back towards his car, feeling much better now that his wound was cleaned and bandaged. It might seem heartless of him, but he was trying to ignore the girl as much as he possibly could. He didn't really want to end up attached, else it'd be even harder to get rid of her when the time came. Perhaps it was his exhaustion, but at least for the time being, he was wary of her.


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Maxwell Lindon
Affectionately petting Omelette after he got his face thoroughly licked by the little dog, he heard him go wake up his master and lead her towards the kitchen. It seemed he had his human trained well... She filled his food dish practically on command, and the pup didn't even need to use words! Dogs weren't as stupid as he'd first thought - they wrapped people around their cute little paws and used them to their advantage. Cats did the same, of course, but they were much more obvious about it, only going to their masters when they wanted something. Usually, that worked. And that was why he liked cats, too.

But the best part of all was that the dog got him quite the tease from the Huntress as she bent over to fill his dish. If he was still in a man's body, he would definitely have a boner. That girl was hot as hellfire. And take it from him, hellfire wasreally damn hot.

At first he didn't respond, as he was a bit confused as to who she was addressing - or maybe he was teasing, it was a little hard to tell with him since he did it so often. "Are you talking to me or the dog?" He asked, glaring at her. Though he wasn't really mad at her, he did enjoy putting on a show of it. "No, I don't want your shitty ass cooking, if that's what you're offering. And if you're going out to eat like you planned before, no, I still don't want to go, you don't deserve me. I'm just going to stay here and watch porn all day."

Truth be told, he was also too tired to drag himself off the couch to go anywhere. The bags forming under his eyes were evidence of his lack of sleep, but from the distance she was at he doubted she'd notice them. Rolling over to face the back of the sofa again, he pushed himself against it stubbornly. While he was being difficult just for the sake of being difficult, he wanted to be able to have some fun, too. But with Huntress Bitch a Lot around, he wasn't going to get too far from the door without her tazing him or shooting him or generally beating his ass into next week.

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Olive Oakley
She nodded along at his question, shuffling beside him quietly, much like a puppy would its new master. "Uh-huh. I'm Olive Oakley." Other than that, she stayed quiet as they walked back to his car, and once they got back to the golden vehicle, she found herself saying quietly,

"Uh, Jesse, sir...? What... what am I supposed to do?" After all, she wasn't sure if he'd be comfortable letting her ride in the car with him, since she was a vampire and he was a human. Or if he'd even let her stay where-ever he stayed, since she was a creature of the night and he was a hunter.


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Puck Tyron
"'M asking you, dumbass," she muttered, putting Omelette's kibble away. He could be such a dick sometimes, but at least his quips made life a bit more interesting in-between her assignments. "And you're right, I don't deserve you." However, before he could make any remarks on that, or perhaps say thank you, she continued: "I ought'a have better. That's why Omelette's here."

She watched as he rolled over on the couch, and rolled her own eyes as she headed to the bathroom. "And don't fuckin' peek on me when I'm showering." To the demon's credit, he did not, but when she emerged twenty minutes later, squeaky clean and in nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist and chest, the Huntress was likely just asking for it. "No comments," she said sternly, pointing a finger at him as she shuffled towards her bedroom door.

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Jesse Hawthorne
Oh, this girl. If he was the type to dote on people, he'd probably just want to hug her and tell her everything would be fine. But although she made it almost painfully difficult, he managed to remind himself that she was less than human. "First step's to stop calling me 'sir'. Just Jesse's fine." As per usual, his tone was matter-of-fact. "Then you might want to get in the car, since the cops'll be here soon and we need to be gone before they are." Tossing his blood-soaked jacked on the back seat, he got into the car and sighed, glad to have the plush seat beneath him.

Conveniently for her, hunting often meant sleeping in the day just as she likely did, as most beasties that he found himself hunting came out to play at night. So, for the time being, he'd be heading back to his motel and getting to his room - but not before getting her one of her own when they arrived. By the time they got there, the drive being a bit slower due to him being tired and having to steer with one hand, it would likely be dawn, so he hoped they'd allow check-ins.

Sure enough, the sun had begun to rise. He was grateful for the tinted windows that would hopefully shade her from any sun beams that would normally be harmful. Pulling into the parking lot, he realized he couldn't rightly head to the front desk in the blood-covered state he was in. Well, damn. Luckily for him, the motel was set up in such a way that the rooms were separate from the main building, so it would be possible to slip inside.

Getting out of the car, he went around to open her door for her, hurriedly leading the way once she was out the door. The last thing he needed was for them to be seen. "I'll get you your own room later. For now you're just going to have to chill in mine until I get cleaned up." He muttered as he unlocked the door, gently nudging her inside and shutting it behind him, not forgetting to turn the lock after he'd done so.

Immediately heading to the bathroom to wash his hands, he scrubbed them red raw with soap before heading back into the bedroom. His duffel bag was tossed carelessly on the dresser, clothes strewn about around it as evidence of him having dug through it the night before. Pulling out some clean clothes, he also grabbed an extra T-shirt that was a bit small for him. It had a band name on it that he was unfamiliar with; the shirt had been cheap and he'd needed one, so he'd just bought it out of convenience. Tossing it to the girl, he explained, "For now you should rest up, and we'll go get whatever things you have tonight. Just use my bed for the time being."With that, he headed into the bathroom and got a quick shower, being sure to be quiet as he brushed his teeth and dressed. Once he'd finished, he tiptoed out into the bedroom again to see if she'd fallen asleep.


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Maxwell Lindon
"Ah, yes, the dog named after the only food you can manage to cook in such a way that its edible. A constant reminder of your only feminine ability." He retorted, holding his hand up in the air and flipping her the middle finger without turning to face her. "Of course you'd prefer him. You don't seem to be able to handle anyone or anything that doesn't worship you at your feet. Typical human." To be fair, most demons were the same way. Hell, he himself could be that way at times, although he liked it much more when people thought they were above him when they were actually just his playthings - it made knocking them down from their high horse all the more fun.

As commanded, he remained quiet as she shuffled through the hallway, but after she'd shut the door to her bedroom, he decided to have a little fun. He'd very much enjoyed the modest peep-show - as he could appreciate every part of a human woman's body, not just the parts that were hidden too often for his liking - but that didn't mean he wouldn't torment her for it.

"Ah! Oh, oh, oh, oh YES." He yelped, not actually doing anything but laying on the couch, but his act, unlike his show the night before, was quite convincing. "Give it to me, Puck! Oh! OHHH YESSSS. PUCK ME. PUCK ME HARDER." Convincing as it was at first, he kind of ruined the believability after he started howling with laughter afterwards. Sometimes he couldn't even take himself seriously. Soon enough he was laying sideways on the couch, holding his stomach and laughing so hard he was in tears. Her name was just too. Much. Fun.

...For being hundreds of years old, he was really such a child.

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Olive Oakley
Obeying his orders, Olive nodded and got into the car, in the backseat, then followed him quietly as they snuck into the motel. She didn't mind not having her own room, especially after staying in the wilderness for two weeks. In fact, she'd feel better if he stayed with her anyway. He made her feel safe, even if he was completely wary of her existance.

Unlike in mythology, and in the horror stories parents often told their children, vampires do have the ability to sleep, just as they have the ability to be awake when the sun is up. However, the sun does burn them, though not as fast as some hunters wished (since it took several minutes of exposure), so they do their best to avoid it as much as possible.

When they went into the room (where the thick, black curtains were keeping the sun out), she plopped herself down onto the bed – it was so soft, and it had a comforter! – and she was unable to stop herself from sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down on her bottom. That's what beds were for, right? Bouncing and sleeping! But she stopped when Jesse re-entered the room, since he would likely disapprove.

Olive took the shirt when he gave it to her, before changing once he went back into the bathroom. She was flat-chested – something she'd been cursed with as a human – and very waif-like in appearance, but that was likely her overall naiveness shining through. If she knew more of the world, it would possibly show in her expressions and appearance. When she dumped her old clothes into a pile on the floor (except for her panties and her muchly-padded bra) and put on Jesse's shirt (which was long and adorably big on her), she snuggled down deep into the covers of Jesse's bed, and moved the pillow so her head was lying where most humans would put their feet, then fell asleep to the faint pitter-pattering of the hunter's shower, snoring softly.


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Puck Tyron
At the sound of his owner's name, and his own name, Omelette looked around the room curiously, then shuffled over to the demon and licked at his face, mistaking his tears of laughter as tears of sorrow. Silly little mutt.

Puck, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and headed into her own room. "You done, dickface?" she asked as he roared with laughter, shutting the room with her foot and leaving whatever she did in her own room to the imagination of the demon. She came out a few minutes later, with her hair tied up in a wet bun and in a t-shirt and shorts. He'd kind off been hoping that she wouldn't wear a bra, or panties for that matter, but the straps were peeking out around her shoulders.

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Jesse Hawthorne
It was a little more than depressive to see the fragile-looking girl snuggled in the bed, snoring softly and sleeping soundly, seeming to be completely trusting of him not to hurt her while she was most vulnerable. Her naivete was so disarming that he had to pause for a moment to recollect his thoughts; this was the same vampire he'd brought in earlier, right? The one who'd attacked him and drained his blood? It was hard to picture it, seeing her like that.

Rather than wake her and send her to a separate room, especially considering how she was clothed at the moment, he just took the second pillow from the bed and propped it against the wall. His trusty knife went underneath it in case she tried anything while he slept, although the length of the blade meant that the handle peeked out slightly, and he flopped down on it, wishing he'd changed into something a bit more comfortable than jeans. Ah well, he didn't really have anything else, and it wasn't like he was going to sleep in his underwear in front of the girl.


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Maxwell Lindon
At her dickface remark, he only laughed harder, eventually running out of air and ending up with hoarse wheezes as the only laughing he could muster. Once he regained control of himself, he flopped sideways to comfort the confused dog who'd been licking his face with a bit of petting.

The little bit of a tease he got from her bra strap peeking through her shirt was enough to make him take note of how sexy she looked. Sometimes it was what he couldn't see, but was reminded was there, that got his gears going. The stringy, wet bun she'd put her hair up in was so casual and imperfect that he liked that, too. Not because he was appreciating it for what it was, but because he liked women much better when they were like she was right then. She was sexy, and she didn't even need to put effort in to be so - that was the definition of turn-on for Max.

Enjoying the view enough to keep his mouth shut, he continued petting Omelette as he silently watched her go about her business, waiting for her to be the first one to speak - his sides still hurt from laughing so hard, anyway.

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Olive Oakley

It was a bit surprising that both of them slept as well as they did. Even when Olive awoke shortly around one in the afternoon and looked to see if Jesse was still there. She had actually looked worried that he would NOT be there, for whatever reason. But when she saw he was okay, she grinned and snuggled back down into the pillow's folds, curling her arm around it like it was a teddy bear, then went back to sleep.


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Puck Tyron
"So you're not going out for breakfast?" Puck asked after a moment, watching the demon pet the dog, HER dog. Her Omelette. Hers. After all, she was the one who took him away from the pound. When she got no answer, she shrugged and grabbed her keys, shuffling over towards the demon.

For a moment, he worried she would punch him. Instead, she bent forward, kissed her puppy on the head ("Bye, baby," she cooed), then glared at Maxwell. "You hurt Omelette, I will fucking kill you. Understand?"

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Jesse Hawthorne
Jesse slept soundly until around two in the afternoon, at which point he woke up slightly sore from sleeping on the hard floor of the hotel room. It was carpeted, but that didn't really give him much relief. Waking to see that Olive seemed to still be asleep, he again didn't have the heart to wake the girl, as she looked to be quite comfortable. Picking up his pillow and putting it back on the bed, he sheathed his blade and began the cleanup process.

First he picked up his bloodied clothes from the bathroom, placing them in a plastic grocery bag. Then he went to check over the pile she'd left on the floor, tiptoeing around the bed so as not to wake her. Sure enough, splatters of blood were on them, likely from when he'd beheaded the vampire she was holding on to. He couldn't exactly leave her without clothes, though... But she had his shirt, so he only put her top in the bag, as it was the main thing with blood on it anyway.

Once he was done playing housekeeper, he needed to take a breather in order to decide his next move. She seemed fine in his room for the time being, and he didn't really want to disturb her when it was unnecessary. Things he still needed to do before he could leave were getting her things she wanted to take with her, replace the jacket and clothes he'd ruined, and see about getting her some blood from a blood bank.

Since he'd need to wake her to get her things, this option was out. For the time being, he had plenty of clothes to last him a while without needing to take the time to go to a laundromat, so that wasn't a particular priority, either. The city they were in was large enough that he would definitely be able to find the type of bank they were looking for, thankfully. Though she'd fed the night before, he doubted she'd gotten enough to satiate her for long, considering the pitiful state she'd been in when he found her. She needed her strength back as soon as possible, as well, so that was first on the to-do list.

Being as it was something he could do on his own, he decided to write the girl a note, leaving clear instructions for her. Taking a page out of the back of the notebook he used for information gathering, he tugged a pen from the outer pocket of his duffel bag and began writing.

'Olive,
Make sure you stay in this room while I'm gone.
Do whatever you want besides that, just don't get seen.
Housekeeping might come at around four; let them know you're inside so they leave.

Jesse'

He placed the note on the little end table beside the bed before heading out, being sure to lock the door again behind him, and rushing the process as much as possible - although even then it still took him a few hours. He got some to keep for her for later, not knowing how often she'd need to feed and not knowing the next time blood would be available. It was a risky thing to do, stealing blood and all, but if it had to be done, it had to be done.

When he arrived back, he was a little bit worried what he'd find when he opened the door.


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Maxwell Lindon
Her demeanor as she headed towards him seemed somewhat aggressive, but considering he hadn't really done anything wrong, he doubted she'd hit him. As expected, she instead leaned down to say goodbye to her puppy, and he rolled his eyes profusely. "I might just do that, since now I'm jealous 'cause I didn't get a goodbye kiss. Say bye bye, puppy."

But he would behave. He'd hate it, but spending a day not causing trouble didn't seem like such a bad idea. It was too early in the morning, and he was too tired, to cause any real mischief, so he'd make her let her guard down before he did any real destructive work.