here's to the night (Friedrich)

[Darlah Knight]

Oddly enough, Darlah wasn’t afraid of the night. It was probably because she was so used to working with vampires and that she’d written enough Pro-VWRA articles that she was convinced none of the supernatural would harm her. As of yet she hadn’t really been harmed by any of them. Indeed, humans did more harm to her than the vampires or werewolves ever had. Humans had been the ones writing the hate mail and sending threats to her work before she’d been fired and even now she got the weakly letter of hate. The only thing the vampires ever did to her was maybe sometimes take a little too much blood. But she’d never been bitten without her permission and werewolves had literally done nothing to her. Actually, sometimes she wondered whether the people who said they were werewolves really were, because she’d never seen them shift or anything. She couldn’t deny vampires on the other hand, she had the bite marks on her arms to prove they existed. Not that she was complaining about that. She didn’t consider herself a Doll or even a whore of sorts. She genuinely didn’t mind losing a little blood. It didn’t hurt her (usually) to give away some blood. Darlah thought of it sort of like donating, only without the needles and instead of going into a plastic bag, it was going into someone’s mouth.

The night was cool, but not overly so. The thing about working for vampires was that your nights tended to end a little late. Darlah didn’t drive - it was just sort of pointless in her mind when you lived in a city with so much traffic it was probably just as fast to walk to work as to take a vehicle - so she was walking home. Her hair was down and a bit curly and she was wearing what she went to work in, which, thankfully, included a light jacket. It was still a little chilly for the tank top that was underneath. White wasn’t really a great decision, but her wrist had stopped bleeding long before she’d put the jacket back on. Blood was just one of those things you had to get used to if you let someone sink their teeth into you.

Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she turned into Central Park. It was more of a long-cut than a short-cut, but Darlah thought that it was a nice night and she wasn’t in any real hurry to get to her apartment. Lights lined each side of the sidewalk. She stopped suddenly, thinking she heard a noise. It was an automatic reaction to hearing something at night, though she was perfectly aware that now that vampires had decided to let themselves be known, it shouldn’t be unusual to hear someone walking along. What worried her was that it sounded way too close and she couldn’t see anyone around her. But vampires wouldn’t hurt her, surly. Not when they had an image to protect. Still, she felt like she was being watched and she couldn’t help but continue on her walk more cautiously, now a little more alert than before.

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[Friedrich Wolfram]

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For the first time in months, Friedrich was giving himself a break from hunting, and it seemed like he picked the perfect night for it. He chose to walk around Central Park because he knew there weren't going to be very many people around, if any. Inhaling deeply, he stopped and winced - he had forgotten that some ribs on his right side were bruised. It happened around noon that day when he was trying to reposess a man's truck. Without warning, the guy tackled him so hard that it knocked the breath out of him and caused his ribs to be in the state they were in now. It wasn't too severe, otherwise it would hurt too much to move, but it was inconveniencing and it reminded him that he wasn't immune to injuries.

He kept walking, making sure to take shallow breaths. When he saw a figure in the distance, he watched its movements closely to try to determine what it was. It seemed human, but he couldn't be too sure, so he was going to have to get closer. It didn't matter if he was on a break from hunting or not - he still had to be alert. He gradually got close enough to be able to confirm that she was human, which was a relief. With his bruised ribs, he wasn't in a fit enough state to fight, but he would have tried to anyway. Knowing now that she wasn't a vampire, he fell back and almost let her out of his sight.

Until he heard the same noise she did.

It sounded fairly distant from where he was, but he could tell that it was close to her. It could have been anyone: A vampire, a mugger, or someone else with different intentions. The need to protect her emerged, and his pace quickened so he could catch up with her. Once he was close enough, he approached her and started to walk next to her, hoping that he didn't scare her. When he saw that it was the same woman he talked to the other night, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Small world," he said, then added quietly, "by the way, I heard the same thing you did. Walk quickly." Fritz glanced from left to right, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket. "And if I tell you to run, do it," he told her, keeping his voice low. Of course he had a weapon with him. It was a butterfly knife with a silver blade, and it was residing in the pocket of his hoodie. That was the quickest place he could draw it from. It would take a few crucial seconds to get it out of one of his other pockets.

Fritz heard the noise again, but he kept walking. Whoever this was, they weren't being very subtle, so it couldn't have been a vampire. Not an older one anyway. The noise was made again, but this time it didn't stop. It was footsteps falling on crunchy leaves and dead grass, and they were quickly getting closer. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look in the direction it was coming from, and the noise stopped. Then, a hooded figure jumped out at them from behind the bushes, and his first reaction was to draw the knife from his pocket and lash out. The figure jumped back so fast that it stumbled and fell on the ground clumsily, its hood falling down. It was a kid who looked to be around fourteen, and he started babbling loudly, saying that he was only trying to scare them. Due to the kid's thick New York accent, it was hard for Fritz to understand him.

Rolling his eyes, he glanced at Darlah, and then back at the kid. "You need to find a new hobby or else you're going to get hurt if you keep this up," Friedrich warned, putting the knife away and then helping him up. "Don't you know that there's a curfew? Go. Home," he growled. The kid nodded and ran away as fast as he could. He didn't really like having to be mean to him like that, but what he did was so unbearably stupid.

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