Damon left the car in one of the streets, which he'd probably fail to remember later, and headed out on foot. He briefly checked to see that his weapons were still in position in his belt and jacket and glanced around, unsure where to start. There had been killings recently, strange ones, definitely his division, and they could only be matched to a vampire, or possibly a werecreature. And so, as usual, Damon was hunting. His hand ghosted over the handle of the large sheath he'd use to decapitate a vampire before patting at the outline of the gun (containing silver bullets) that would kill a werecreature, or just about anything else. He was prepared, as always.
As he headed down onto the boulevard, Damon saw a young woman sitting on a bench who looked far too well-dressed to fit in here, wearing a cloak. He didn't look too closely at who it was, though, as he was working. Trying to find a place to start, Damon glanced around, looking for anything that could be out of place.
Sat Jun 09, 2012 5:27 am by Guest
