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Matthew is both loves and hates his job. He loves it because he can kill and use his demonic powers...but he hates it because he is banished to earth. Though he works for Satan, he does free lance on his own...though all hunts have to be approved. When a young vampire comes to him for assistants in killing a female, Matthew happily accepts and sends word to Lucifer about the hunt application. A sick joy spreads through him as the approval gets sent his way. Working to get intel on the girl, and stalk her in his best fashion...by meeting her. He is set to kill her...but maybe he wont.
First Post
Matthew sat in the bar, his hand gently clutching the small glass of dark, red liquid. The young female behind the bar radiated fae energy. His eyes drifted to the moving tattoo on her upper leg. A butterfly. Matthew chuckled. "Nice tatt." His voice was thick like honey and smooth like jazz. His leather jacket hung on the back of the chair he claimed over an hour ago.
"Thanks." She almost purred as she leaned over the countertop, pushing her breast even further out of her low cut shirt. His dark eyes drifted to her breasts, just for a moment. Any other night Matthew would have gladly taken the girl home...or to her home, but tonight Matthew was on a mission. He needed to find out where his latest prey was.
"Any idea if this girl hangs around here? My buddy said she was the one to talk to for...more exclusive clubs in the area." He gave the bartender a smirk. Hoping his laid back demeanor would make her more open to talk.
"Exclusive clubs?" She raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Super clubs...would be a better term, right darling?" He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.
"Oh! That is correct." She looked around at the humans in the bar. "But honestly, the best one in this town is down stairs." She whispered. "But to get in you have to prove you aren't human." She looked him up and down. Matthew sighed slightly, showing he was not human was difficult. He couldn't use his powers in the open, or show his true form.
"Come on, you are a fae...you can see who I am. Even if you can't my name, Matthew Taylor, should do the trick." As his name left his lips the fae's face paled slightly. Matthew had built a reputation in the Super World as someone who was not to be played with. Though no one truly knew who he was and what he did, he made himself known...for this reason alone. Getting into super-exclusive places was a necessity in his line of work.
"Go towards the bathrooms, the last door in that hallway...knock five times. Password is Butterfly." She whispered, almost to quietly for Matthew to hear over the tvs playing. He nodded once and downed his dark drink. Heading towards the bathrooms, after grabbing his coat. He did as instructed, knocking five times and giving the password. He was let into a small stairwell that led deep underground. The closer he got to the club, the more the music seeped out of the large double bright blue doors. Matthew pushed the doors open and stepped onto the balcony that over looked the large dance dancefloor. Neon smoke swirled around the dancers, almost alive.
Matthew slowly made his way down the stairs, avoiding the dance floor he walked over to the bar. A birth smile spread on his face. "Mak!" He called. A large man turns and smiled. His bright yellow eyes brightening at Matthew's appearance.
"Lee!" The man's voice matched his look. Deep and rough. "What brings you to my woods?"
"Just traveling." Matthew said simple. He never gave to much away when it came to his work.
"Well let me show you around tomorrow." Mak smiled. It had been three years since Matthew meet Mak. They had meet shortly after Mak had been turned into a wolf. For some reason Matthew took a liking to Mak, he had been a factory worker in his human life, but after he turned he was an alpha. A powerful one at that with his mate, Adie. Matthew took a seat next to Mak, turning to the dancing crowd. Watching as bodies swayed together. And watching the smoke dance along the ground. His eyes scanning for the girl he was here for.
PLOT
Matthew is both loves and hates his job. He loves it because he can kill and use his demonic powers...but he hates it because he is banished to earth. Though he works for Satan, he does free lance on his own...though all hunts have to be approved. When a young vampire comes to him for assistants in killing a female, Matthew happily accepts and sends word to Lucifer about the hunt application. A sick joy spreads through him as the approval gets sent his way. Working to get intel on the girl, and stalk her in his best fashion...by meeting her. He is set to kill her...but maybe he wont.
First Post
Matthew sat in the bar, his hand gently clutching the small glass of dark, red liquid. The young female behind the bar radiated fae energy. His eyes drifted to the moving tattoo on her upper leg. A butterfly. Matthew chuckled. "Nice tatt." His voice was thick like honey and smooth like jazz. His leather jacket hung on the back of the chair he claimed over an hour ago.
"Thanks." She almost purred as she leaned over the countertop, pushing her breast even further out of her low cut shirt. His dark eyes drifted to her breasts, just for a moment. Any other night Matthew would have gladly taken the girl home...or to her home, but tonight Matthew was on a mission. He needed to find out where his latest prey was.
"Any idea if this girl hangs around here? My buddy said she was the one to talk to for...more exclusive clubs in the area." He gave the bartender a smirk. Hoping his laid back demeanor would make her more open to talk.
"Exclusive clubs?" She raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Super clubs...would be a better term, right darling?" He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.
"Oh! That is correct." She looked around at the humans in the bar. "But honestly, the best one in this town is down stairs." She whispered. "But to get in you have to prove you aren't human." She looked him up and down. Matthew sighed slightly, showing he was not human was difficult. He couldn't use his powers in the open, or show his true form.
"Come on, you are a fae...you can see who I am. Even if you can't my name, Matthew Taylor, should do the trick." As his name left his lips the fae's face paled slightly. Matthew had built a reputation in the Super World as someone who was not to be played with. Though no one truly knew who he was and what he did, he made himself known...for this reason alone. Getting into super-exclusive places was a necessity in his line of work.
"Go towards the bathrooms, the last door in that hallway...knock five times. Password is Butterfly." She whispered, almost to quietly for Matthew to hear over the tvs playing. He nodded once and downed his dark drink. Heading towards the bathrooms, after grabbing his coat. He did as instructed, knocking five times and giving the password. He was let into a small stairwell that led deep underground. The closer he got to the club, the more the music seeped out of the large double bright blue doors. Matthew pushed the doors open and stepped onto the balcony that over looked the large dance dancefloor. Neon smoke swirled around the dancers, almost alive.
Matthew slowly made his way down the stairs, avoiding the dance floor he walked over to the bar. A birth smile spread on his face. "Mak!" He called. A large man turns and smiled. His bright yellow eyes brightening at Matthew's appearance.
"Lee!" The man's voice matched his look. Deep and rough. "What brings you to my woods?"
"Just traveling." Matthew said simple. He never gave to much away when it came to his work.
"Well let me show you around tomorrow." Mak smiled. It had been three years since Matthew meet Mak. They had meet shortly after Mak had been turned into a wolf. For some reason Matthew took a liking to Mak, he had been a factory worker in his human life, but after he turned he was an alpha. A powerful one at that with his mate, Adie. Matthew took a seat next to Mak, turning to the dancing crowd. Watching as bodies swayed together. And watching the smoke dance along the ground. His eyes scanning for the girl he was here for.
