Note: I had this AWESOME fight scene typed out then BOOM! It closed out and didn't let me save it. I was pissed! So... I gave up and rushed through it. -cries-
I'm so sleepy, I haven't had any kind of sleep so forgive me if it jumps a lot or if there are mistakes x_x Please, be nice to me!
"All of the strigoi were dead when we arrived. Someone else is hunting them." Gus told Quinlan, "Maybe you can recruit him too?"
"Perhaps..."
"Power in numbers, man. Just jack him up like you did me."
Quinlan smirked as he nodded.
"What about your lady friend, is she better?"
The half breed frowned, he had not been able to visit her in the past two weeks. The sun would be setting soon, she would be leaving the library about now if he remembered correctly...
He knew she could take care of herself but something still worried him about her after the window incident.
Without giving Gus an answer, he turned and left. Outside he saw the sun was low enough that he could walk in the open without any harm coming to him.
"Hey!" Gus ran up beside him, "I'm not letting you go alone, what if you see some action? I ain't missing that shit!"
"Of course. Or is it because you wish to see Bridget?"
"...No idea what you're talking about."
"That's what I thought." Quinlan smirked.
"You could get hurt, too."
"Riiight..."
The sound of gunshots filled the area and the two wasted no time in running to where it originated. Halfway down an alley, they heard the shots were closer. The loud growls gave away that there were strigoi in the area, maybe the shooter needed help taking them out, or maybe he was corrupted and needed to be put down. The second thought had been happening a lot lately...
Finally making it around the corner the two saw the shooter as he shot the last strigoi that was attempting to attack him.
The man looked at the two before he took off running out of sight. Gus started to run after him but Quinlan stopped him. The man was covered in all black, a full face ski mask on his head, minus the hole for the mouth. The black snowboarding goggles over the eyes seemed a bit dramatic but gave nothing to his identity.
The man was rather muscular from what he could tell and he had one hell of an aim, all of the shots being right between the eyes.
"You're not going after him?!"
"Hmm..."
Quinlan examined the bodies of the strigoi and saw silver bullets.
"It seems this human is worthy to fight along our side as well. Perhaps you will have a partner to watch your back."
"Like I need someone watching my back."
"Do not get cocky with me. Everyone gets caught off guard every now and then."
...
"Sooo, snowboarding goggles, a mask, wearing all black with police gear..." Bridget smiled at Gus, "You have no clue who or where he is?"
"No."
"Winter, your ex hunted vampires, didn't he?"
Winter looked nervous as they spoke of this new man who hunted the vampires, "Yeah, he wasn't very nice to me..."
Gus looked up at Quinlan then to Bridget, back to Quinlan again, "Wasn't very nice? Like, what? He abuse you or something?"
"More like neglect. He cheated on me with several girls at a time." She said with shame in her eyes. She saw by Quinlan's expression that he wanted to know more so sighed, getting up and walking to her room, "I don't really want to talk about it, though."
Bridget shook her head when Winter was out of the room, "She wouldn't give it up to him so he went out with all of these other girls and screwed them instead. The only reason he went out with her was because she was a virgin and he wanted to brag about taking someones virginity. He made an attempt to rape her one night but she kicked his ass before he could even touch her."
"Fucking douche bag." Gus stood up and changed the subject after seeing Quinlan's expression.
"There are plenty of guys that hunt the vampires now, though."
"Maybe we could get info from the people in the area that saw him. We should do that while the night is still young."
Quinlan nodded and stood up, facing the closed door that Winter was behind before leaving.
Winter came out of her room after she heard it was quiet and sat down on the couch, "Bridget, Stacey said some man came in the library today. She said he was asking for books about witches."
"So...?"
"Then he asked for me by my full name. Stacey said I wasn't there because he looked like a total creeper."
...
"Yeah, we hired him to take care of the monsters that were starting to kill people in the area. He wasn't much of a talker and I'm not sure where he is now. We paid him after the job was done then he left. A woman that works at the gas station across the road was the one who told me about him."
Gus nodded at the old man in the motel next to where the masked shooter was last seen. His next stop was apparently the gas station.
Crossing the road seemed to take forever. Quinlan was already there, standing outside and nodding towards the door.
The woman behind the cash register looked bored out of her mind, flipping through a magazine and letting out a lazy, "Welcome, how are you?" when he walked in.
"I'm having a vampire problem."
"Good for you, sir."
"No, I need help getting rid of one. You got anybody for me? Someone I can get to kill these things?"
The woman nervously pulled at her light brown hair and took out a piece of paper after seeing nobody else was in the store. Quickly, a name and number was written down and the paper was folded, "I should warn you, he's kind of scary."
Gus opened the paper to see a number, above it was what he guessed was a codename: Black Swan.
"The name may sound sissy but this guy is the real deal, text him a location and a time. He will meet you there and take care of your problem."
If it was one thing Gus knew it was to not take sissy sounding nicknames lightly. He remembered the one man he was in trouble with one time named 'Sugar' and a chill ran down his spin. Such a big guy with such a sissy name.
He laughed to himself upon remembering the memory, "Thank you, ma'am!"
He walked out to see Quinlan's serious and expecting gaze.
"Good luck, man. Got his info."
"Tomorrow night we will meet him, get in touch with him later today."
...
At the library, Winter was organizing the books. Her fingers found an old one that had fallen between the wall and the book case. It took some effort on her part to finally pull it out. The thick, crusty layer of dust and mold on it suggested it had been there a while.
The title was scratched out and some of the pages were stiff. One page she saw scribblings in what seemed to be another language.
"I think this is German..." She whispered to herself, "Witches of the past..."
She moved her gaze across the room, confirming she was alone before she slid the book into her jacket. She planned on burning it later.
...
Gus arrived at the designated area and stood with his hood up against the wall of an old broken down building. Quinlan stood out of sight, in the shadows.
A quick touch on his shoulder caused him to jump and he didn't even try to play it off as he usually would. The shadow of Gus' hood hid his face.
"Black Swan?"
He received a nod.
Gus went to punch the goggles on man's face but he dodged and popped him on the head with his gun. He made several attempts to trip the mystery man but he was to quick for him in the dark. Gus was thrown against the wall and the man made an attempt to run but Gus reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket, jerking him back and punching him in the face.
Quinlan attacked him from behind, his arms forcing him to the ground but the half breed fell when his feet were kicked out from underneath him.
'Can't believe I fell for that.' He thought.
'Black Swan' flipped over, seemingly disoriented. A punch to the face from Gus made it worse.
While he seemed to be stunned from the hit, Quinlan jumped out and grabbed the man, trapping his arms behind his back. Gus then took the opportunity to punched him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold.
...
"He has enough gear on him..." Gus said, "Damn, this is the same room you had me tied up in! I don't feel comfortable in here."
"Quiet." Quinlan said to Gus then looked down and saw the one known as 'Black Swan' starting to regain consciousness. Slowly at first, he looked around through his black goggles then started jerking his arms, "Calm down, you are safe."
Black Swan let his head face downward slowly and Quinlan reached down to pull off the goggles with the ski mask.
Familiar blue eyes looked back up at him, pitifully and he couldn't seem to form words.
"Winter..."
She closed her eyes and sighed, "Yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you."