Mya walked down the empty street. It was past nine, so not many people were out in this neighbor hood. It was residential, full of families and kids. Most Dark-Hunters wouldn't even bother looking here. But after 4000 plus years, she knew Daimons inside out and backwards. She watched her feet as she walked, keeping her face down. It may look like she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, but her ears and nose were alert, listening and smelling for signs of trouble. She thought it was going to be another slow night, like the last week. Mya haven't had a good fight in months now and she was starting to get restless. Not even running could help her. The wind shifted and the scent of a Daimon blew towards her. It was close. She looked up to see a mother/daughter pair get pulled into an alley. Without hesitation, Mya ran after them. She found a Daimon walking towards them with a hungry look in his eyes, his gun pointed at them. Of course he had a gun. They all had guns now.
"Hey man, what ya doin'?" He turned and pointed the gun at her. "Jeez, what is it with you guys and guns? I remember the old days when you losers actually knew how to fight. We would get down and dirty and have a good ole' time." Mya sighed and shook her head. "Depressing really." She spoke quickly, making lots of hand moves to distract him from the fact that she was slowly moving in front of the humans. The moron waved his gun at her.
"I'll shoot you." She stopped since she was now right in front of the pair.
"Did you NOT just hear a word I just said? You wanna shoot me, fine. I don't care. Have a effin' party!" So he shot her. They idiot had crappy aim and hit her right side. Mya barley even flinched.
"That's it!" She leapt at him and punched him right in the face. He fell to his knees and shot her three more times. It hurt, hell she was getting shot! But the pain didn't bother her. Not anymore. She had learned how to block it out long ago. She snarled at him and pulled out a dagger. Mya charged him, but the coward turned and ran in the darkness. With her excellent night vision, she could make out his outline. She threw the knife and could tell by the smell it had hit it's mark. She put her hands on her hips and smiled in triumph.
"Damn I'm good." Mya suddenly remembered the two humans behind her. She turned to face them. The mother had her arms wrapped tightly around her daughter and they were both shaking. They cowered on the ground by the wall. She knelt down in front of them and gave a gentle smile.
"It's OK, your all right now."
"W-W-What did he want?" The mother stammered. Your soul, She thought to herself, but she couldn't tell her that.
"Nothing. He's gone and will never bother you again." Though several of his kin might. Again she kept that to herself. She could tell from the look in their eyes they were scared of her too, even though she had saved them. She don't blame them though. Hell, I would be scared of me! Mya was 6'2" with midnight black eyes. Her hair a dirty golden blonde with tips as black as her eyes. She was wearing all black, including her favorite leather trench with now had several bullet holes in it.
"You're bleeding." Said the little girl, pointing to her side. Her shirt was wet with blood and she could feel myself getting tired.
"It's all right. Through and through. Doesn't even hurt." Mya gave her one of nicest smiles trying her hardest not to scare the crap out her. I took a step back as they stood. The mother smiled.
"Thank you." She nodded.
"Just doing my job."
"Will we see you again?" Mya paused. She knew that she could never see them again. It would be best if they forgot about her. If she ever did see them, it would be saving them.
"I hope not." It took the woman a moment to understand then she nodded.
"Oh right good bye." Mya nodded again and thrust her hands into her pockets as they walked away. Once they were out of sight, Mya snapped her fingers and she was home.