Hunting Ground

[valerie_vause]

Most of the buildings that surrounded the outlying areas of the campus thrived. There were only a few apartment buildings and hotels that had problems with guests apparently clearing out their rooms in the middle of the night without paying. Never to surface again. The normal consensus of thought on the matter seemed to be that Vegas just drove people to strange things. Like people were prone to running off and going nuts in one specific state because of, what, bright lights? Valerie didn’t buy it. A handful of people might just decided to start fresh, the rest? She’d wager things in the night took them.

For that reason she had decided to check the areas out. The fact that the properties were all within walking distance of each other sent warning bells off. On the outside things looked alright, but as she detoured down the alley between two of hotels she felt the hairs at the back of neck rise. That tingle of unease as she sensed them. Behind the dumpsters a struggle broke out, the scuffle easy for her ears to pick up. Then from the shadows a figure appeared, bleeding and running towards her. Behind the girl two figures stepped into sight.

“Don’t just stand there, get her!”

The command had been barked from a tall, muscular vampire with short red hair to a shorter, leaner one with a mop of unruly dark curls. Valerie rushed towards the girl, grabbed her by the arm and all but pushed her sobbing onto the bright sidewalk with a shout of, “Run!” There was no time for anything else as the dark haired vampire tackled her like a linebacker. The girl let out a scream and took off as the air in Valerie’s lungs got forced from her body. She groaned with the impact and felt the skin of her palms scrape into shreds along the filthy ground as she landed. The blonde scrambled forward on hands and knees as the demon latched onto one of her boots. She let out a frustrated snarl and kicked out with her free leg to collide with his collar bone. It did the trick and dislodged him.

Valerie wasted no time in getting to her feet before he could grab her again, she turned only to come face to face with the taller one. “You’ll make a nice replacement.” The growl made her roll her eyes and she spat back, “You wouldn’t like me.” With lightning speed she dug her fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer just to headbutt him roughly. “I cause heartburn.”

She kept a hold of him as he staggered back to use as leverage as she kicked out at the shorter vampire who’d made it to his feet. When he stumbled backwards Valerie brought her knee up to hit the red head in his groin. When he doubled over the blonde used his back to aid her forward flip over him. She pivoted to deliver a vicious kick that landed at the base of his spine and sent him into his shorter friend. Instinct had her check her back and she almost sighed. Two more sauntered slowly up the alley behind her. Valerie turned to the two she currently fought with an exasperated, “Just how many of you are there?”

The tall one grinned, “Just us four, you’ll be enough to share.”

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[valerie_vause]

The sharp look that had been sent her way didn’t bother Valerie as she watched it turn to more puzzled than one of hostility. She hadn’t meant anything bad by the amusement that had tainted her feelings and she wasn’t going to apologise for it either. Sabra would have to learn that humour was subjective, and the topic had been one the blonde hadn’t expected. Though, initial surprise gone, she understood why it had occurred. Even if it left her mildly embarrassed. Given her age she’d never thought much about children, given what she was she never once considered having any. Right then however she got a glimpse of what it could be like, to teach another being the ways of the world. To guide with information and patience. Honestly, it was slightly frightening.

Though she did nod in agreement when Sabra took notice that she was in fact a female member of the human species. “Yes, we’re women.” The words had rolled off her tongue just before she caught sight of the brunettes gaze. Arms instinctively crossed across her chest as she cleared her throat, and when their eyes met Valerie glanced off to the road, seeing but not really watching a car as it passed. She understood it was only confirming to itself that they were the same, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable for her. No different, really, than catching a stranger glancing there. Which, technically, Sabra was.

Should she mention posture right now? Valerie glanced up at the brunette and decided against it. For the most part she walked quite well, all things considered. Over time she’d adapt, and there were much more important things to discuss before that. Valerie paid attention to the woman as they walked out the corner of her eye, so when she stopped in her tracks the blonde did too. Turned slightly to look at the brunette but said nothing. Giving her a moment to think, or process, or sniff out scents. Alright, the being now known as Sabra could be doing anything but to Valerie it looked like she was just looking around. Maybe getting her bearings, learning the streets.

Valerie felt her lips part, not shock exactly, perhaps a little surprised. For a being that couldn’t say the word conditioner it sure managed to wrap it’s tongue around revulsion. The tone used only intensified the word and the blonde knew instinctively that the brunette understood every word she’d just said. She was learning to talk in proper sentences, to string words together not only correctly but with feeling behind them.

“People here live in houses.” She said calmly, head tilted to watch the reaction she might get.

The last time she’d broached the topic of a home it hadn’t been great, though not particularly bad either. However, would it be wise to try and find the one the original Sabra had? valerie didn’t think so. It lead to too many questions from those who might have known the woman, and this new being was not ready to mingle in a neighbourhood with her own little picket fence and car. Which left only a few options.

“Right now shelter is a good idea. There are a few cheap hotels I could get you into. If you’d prefer for the time being, we could look at some of the derelict buildings but if you want to exist here, that kind of place is not a permanent solution.”

Valerie paused to chew the inside of her lip, let her words register before she added, “I think you should be somewhere that you’ll have access to running water, electricity and laundry. Do you eat human food at all? If so, then I think we should look at hotels.”

Obviously the blonde had considered that Sabra would have no money, but she had enough tucked away for emergencies. This felt like one. Even if she did lament the fact that at this rate, she’d never have enough for a second hand car.

[primordial_visitation]

"I eat other things."

The intonation behind it was just weighty enough for attention to be drawn to where Sabra looked. Namely, back down the alley, just for a moment. A gestured reminder of vampires meeting her nutritional needs. Possibly even Valerie, herself. Quite how far Sabra's cuisine extended was yet clarified. It was more than a little possible that she might have taken to nesting in sewers or slaughtering the human occupants of the first place which came along, had Valerie not met her.

Maybe already had.

There was little understanding of the term 'hotel', though. Possibly even 'derelict'. A degree of reading between the proverbial lines was necessary and the blonde provided enough hints for her to figure out... If not the basics, then near to them. A place where fundamentals were provided or somewhere they weren't, seemed to be the long and short of it. She did understand 'houses' and the unspoken 'home'. Things were clicking over, unseen, within her mind.

Things would likely be just as filtered in reverse. Valerie had essentially just come into the acquaintance of a being from the infernal abyss. Even one without a memory was a valuable resource, if only for its more instinctive knowledge. It had already demonstrated the ability to sense what formed her Slayerhood, after all. Eventually, if Sabra became more stable, that might even form the basis of a future meeting of minds between them.

But a lot could happen between now and then.

There was a momentary sway of head from one side to the other; Sabra appearing to be tuning into another wavelength or perhaps just using the motion as a form of inward contemplation. Whatever it iwas, it resulted in a decision.

"A roof. And walls. And you will bring me things."