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Eva	Night has fallen on Prospect park. Typically this area is a quiet place. There Sure there is some crime but its about average. Not like the weirdness that has been happening over the past few days. Every day people are disappearing only to turn up a few miles away in the bay, dead, with ripped out throats and bizarre wounds. More importantly, those that are found are completely drained of their blood. Even now, people are a little freaked over the whole thing. Still a few people are not heeding the warnings of others to keep out of the park after dark. As a few teens wonder the park having fun as their school year wanes, a few people approach them. "Well, you are certainly a brave bunch, venturing out during these dangerous times." One of strange people states to the teens.
Jean Grey	SEVERAL NIGHTS AGO With razor-filled lungs and leaden legs, Jean runs faster than she can ever remember running through a gauntlet of foliage. Scraping, thwacking, robbing her of what little visibility the silver slivers peeking through the trees provide, branches and thickets seem almost to grasp at her limbs-- and in the back of her mind, in a tiny pocket sheltered from the howling terror consuming its bulk, she's almost glad for them, because they mean that she can't look back. She can't see that for every step she takes, the terrible shape in the darkness over her shoulder looms a little larger. Can't see the thing whose breath - heavy with the stench of meat and metal - heats the nape of her neck as she tries to flail through criss-crossing tree limbs. Even when the foliage finally betrays her - through a root with just the right shape to catch an unawares foot - and the world begins to spin, she feels the weight of **something** bearing down upon her, but as she rolls over to meet her end-- "Aah!" she exclaims while bolting upright in bed. NOW Sifting through death dreams is never fun, but Jean manage to pluck enough details from whomever's last moments she shared to bring her to Prospect Park-- because, after all, the sensible thing to do upon experiencing someone's death is to hail a ride to the place where it happened, well after dark. She's all set to commence combing the park for obvious murder-signs - with her next to no clues - when spiking fear and predatory glee reach out from deeper inside. Maybe half a minute later, she's floating above the two groups in form-fitting green and gold, wings blazing from her back and arms folding across her chest. "Everyone," she calmly, but resolutely commands, "step away from everyone else. Hands up-- now."
Eva	The group that approached the teens just looks at them like they are a meal. One of the group speaks up, "Ooo That one looks like fun. Maybe we should bring her into the family." The man steps forward to one of the teens. He pulls out a knife and cuts his forearm. "Where I take you, you'll never come down from." The teens are terrified. They begin to back away. The one who is approached, a teen girl whois actually very much freaking out especially after seeing the strange man cut his arm. Then there is a flying woman as if this wasn't enough. The teens begin backing away and the strange group begin circling. several of them open their mouths showing mouths full of fangs. They are getting ready to attack... Suddenly, the man who had cut his his forearm quickly loses his head. Standing behind him is a woman with a freaking Machete. "Dunno what you're planning up there but, the only way to stop them is to take their heads. This variety isn't some steak in the heart bring on the garlic crowd." Eva Wilde had been keeping a close watch on the news. From her safehouse in Bludhaven, she had tried to contact other hunters to deal with this. Sadly there weren't any in the area. So it fell to her. Dealing with Vamps is messy business but it needed done. So she grabbed a machete and some syringes. Then it was just a quick run to NYC.
Jean Grey	Green eyes dart between the two parties, watching for signs of acknowledgement from the outer group-- and the inevitable moment when it isn't given and the situation slides irrevocably into chaos. The fangs provoke a sharp gasp of surprise and a widening of those eyes-- followed closely by narrowing; bared fangs //generally// do not mean 'okay, we're sorry, we're surrender', in Jean's world. "Last wa-- " Wait, is someone else-- **SHNNK!** **THLOP!** "Jesus Christ!" Jean's eyes - already drifting towards Eva's emergence point upon catching her astral signature - snap firmly to the flopping body, then up to the machete-wielding woman. "Okay, well-- " Beat. Beat. Mental calculus weighing Xavier-brand pacifism against fighting goddamn vampires. "-- the //only// way?" Green eyes fix on one of the other vampires, sparks swirling within them. The wings extending from her back twitch, flicker, and stretch wide; heat begins to build rapidly around Phoenix's target and the redhead descends. Given a few seconds of concentration, the undead hunter will find himself aflame as the molecules of the air surrounding him are excited to the point of violence.
Eva	Eva blinks a few times, "Well, That works too!" She laughs a little. The teens take off running in fear. Things just got really messy. Now, its between the hunter and the flying woman and the mass of vamps who are pissed. "You have no idea how screwed you are." The leader of the group states. They don't set their sights on Jean. She's flying and this variety doesn't fly. Nope their gaze is on the huntress on the ground. They begin moving closer to her. "Oh no. This is why you usually hunt in pairs at least." She takes off running showing off her own abilities. With little warning several of the vamps drop without their heads.
Jean Grey	"Good," Phoenix whispers beneath laughter and screams and crackling flames. Gloved fingers press either temple as her feet touch the ground; burning eyes almost, but don't quite shut. Louder - loud enough to be readily audible amidst the chaos - she wonders, "You //did// just see me set one of you on fire with my brain, right?" as her head swivels towards the leader to meet his gaze. "And whoever this is cut one-- " Beat. "-- four of your heads off?" Fire leaps from the mangled husk of unlife that first drew Phoenix's notice, blazing a trail towards the leader but stopping short of contact. "Awful confident for someone who's gotta know he's screwed," she notes, trying to capture the vampire in a burning circle and force her consciousness into his. "Wonder why?" Barring unexpected defenses, that final question will echo, filling his ears and mind alike.
Eva	Eva notes what is happening Finishing off the group save for the one that Jean has captured she snickers and stands back to just watch. The remaining vamp is now afraid. There is no hiding the fear in his eyes. He can't escape from the cosmic entity Through his panic he speaks, "You two can kill me but we will never stop hunting you. We got your scent. You're just chum in the water for us." Eva sighs. A split second later she is behind him with a syringe in his neck and pressing down the plunger. "Yeah about that. You know what that was and you're going to be feeling the effects in just a few moments. You're going to tell us where your nest is. General rule, I do the hunting, I don't get hunted." She snickers a little. Within moments the vamp drops to his knees and then down to the ground. He can still speak but he is seriously sick.
Jean Grey	{{I'm not going to kill you,}} Phoenix 'says'. Thinks. {{And you aren't going to hunt us-- or anyone else.}} From Eva's perspective, the confrontation between lead blood-sucker and mystery fire-woman has devolved into the former making threats while the latter just stares with her fingers taut against her temples as the air wavers around her. The vampire, however, finds himself in a reflection of the park, headless bodies and ashes piled at his feet. Shafts of bright light filter through the foliage to gently kiss flowers and draw hissing smoke from pallid flesh. It's high noon; the sun's burning wings fill the sky as she issues her promises. {{No. What you //will// do is show me--}} "-- nnh-- " Queasiness washes over the telepath after Eva's syringe is driven home and Phoenix has to brace her hands on her knees for a moment to avoid being swept up in the wave of sedation. "-- what-- " she snaps upright, briskly looks between vampire and hunter, then fixes on the latter with an arching brow. "-- what'd you just do to him?" she wonders, knuckling her temple a little. "I was about to-- oh." Sensory input plays back. "Okay, so, same thing, different-- okay." After a sharp sigh, she lowers her hands, the flames begin to die down, and the vampire finds himself firmly rooted in reality again. Turning back to the vampire, she crouches and says, "Do what she says," to the predator, adopting a slightly gentler tone. "You aren't going to win this fight-- and neither will anyone you send after us. I think that's pretty obvious by now, no? So: play nice; commit to a rat blood diet. You //don't// have to end up like them," quick chin-tip towards a headless body, "and neither does anyone else."
Eva	The Vampire begins to drop. Not dead. No But very much weakened. "Do you really wanna know what it is?" She winces a little hinting that its not exactly a fun thing to know about. "Its a poison to Vamps. Great for getting information. THough you definitely have something interesting going on. Interesting. You had him dead to rights." "ALright! Alright! I'll tell you!" He proceeds to spill about the location of the nest. "Now please. Just kill me. If I go back Jadea will kill me anyway. Just... Please!" The man cries as he is tormented by the sunlight and by the poison coursing through his veins. Eva looks at Jean and smirks, "You heard him. Wanna finish him off or should I give him a neck length hair cut?"
Jean Grey	"I... felt a little of it," Phoenix replies with a sidelong look towards the huntress. "Just a little. So, yeah, kinda. I didn't think these... //these//-- " As she stands, she turns more fully towards Eva while gesturing towards the predator-turned-prey. "-- were so much of a 'New York' problem as a 'creepy, mist-shrouded, Eastern European castles' problem, so since I'm apparently wrong as hell..." The vampire's pleading and acquiescence leads her to trail off, let him spill in peace, and fix her gaze firmly to him until he's done. "... well, it might be nice to have options, y'know?" And speaking of options... Turning to the vampire once more, she offers, "I'd rather he live," in response to Eva's second question. Two fingers extend towards his right temple; the other hand finds her own. "He was-- I don't know how this //works//, but he was alive, right? At some point? There's a //person// in here-- isn't there? Under the fangs, and the terrible hunger?" As those last three words are spoken, the vampire finds his perceptions shifting until - once again - the park is at once the perfect, moonlit hunting ground and a daylit oubliette. "So... " Her eyes just about shut. "... what if the hunger was gone?" she asks of Eva. "You seem... familiar... with these... with this; would it matter... ?"
Eva	Eva frowns and hangs her head, "I've never heard of a Vampire coming back after feeding. This one has been around a while it seems. When they are changed, they don't exactly live anymore. They become major preditors. Taking his hunger away, if you could do that, would leave you with a timebomb. The fact is, When they are turned anything that was human about them is removed. They become monsters." She looks at him and shakes her head. "We can't leave him alive. He is right. He goes back to the nest, they will kill him for giving out the information. He has to go back because that is their nature. The one who turned him is like the head of the nest. Plus, even if you could convince him to go strictly animal blood, it will only take one slip up for him to be right back in this situation, killing and turning people. I can't take that risk." She twirls the machete in her hand. "Its gotta be done sadly."
Jean Grey	Eva's treated to another long bout of silence and Phoenix peering intently through the vampire. In the night-thing's thoughtscape, the imperious sun wraps her wings around her body. Life-giving rays grow cool and silver as a black, starless veil falls over the astral park. {{I'd like for you to focus,}} whispers the Phoenix-moon. {{on Before. On a memory from a time without the hunger-- something happy. Something you miss-- anything. Can you do that... ?}} The redhead has her doubts, given Eva's brisk lesson-- but the core of it - the necessity of controlling this threat quickly - means that she //has// to try; psychic iinstructions are thus accompanied by several seconds of searching for an appropriately comforting memory as beads of sweat erupt across her brow. Whether she's ultimately successful or not, she'll step away once her search is concluded with a murmured, "... alright," and a small nod. "Do it-- I've done what I can for him." More steps backwards are taken to give Eva her space; her eyes remain locked onto the pair of them for as long as it takes. "So you've done this a time or two, huh?" she quietly asks, post-lopping.
Eva	With a quick motion, the man loses his head. Its messy but, its over. Eva pulls out a hanky from her pocket. Something she knew to bring. She quickly wipes her face off, clearing any of the red liquid that may have got on her. She takes a deep breath, "Thats that. I think I will wait to clear the nest. Its not fun to go alone. Usually really dangerous. I will see if I can get ahold of some hunters in the area to deal with that." She looks at Jean as she wipes off the blade and then slings it on her hip. "Yes. This and a lot of other things. I've been doing this since I was 12. Not just vamps but... Lots of things. Werewolves, skinwalkers, Shifters, demons, Ghosts and more. Its a sucky life and I have the nightmares to prove it. I'm actually trying to get out. Its just I couldn't find anyone to deal with these vamps so I came out and did it myself."
Jean Grey	"One of the people they took was a mutant," Phoenix softly says. "Maybe, anyway-- they were definitely psychic. Powerful, too: whatever happened to them, they were crying out for help so urgently that I-- we sort of-- " A beat spent trying to find the right way to explain spontaneous oneiropathic mind-melding to a non-telepath while making tentative, finger-crossing gestures is followed by her arms folding loosely across her chest. "-- touched brains while I was sleeping. Which meant I got to dream their last moments before whatever happened... happened." Another beat passes as her eyes fall and her arms tighten, and then she tries to make eye contact with the huntress while softly clearing her throat and swallowing. "Why do you do it?" she asks, bringing her voice up a bit. She brings a hand up to push hair behind an air, then sweeps it towards the bodies and assorted parts. "This-- what compelled you to spend-- " Squint. "-- what, half of your life, now, on fighting monsters?" Other than a brief raising of the eyebrows, she seems to have taken the revelation that Eva's been doing this since she was 12 in stride.
Eva	Eva frowns, "I am so sorry to hear that, Miss. That is horrible. I honestly wish it didn't have to be this way. I wish we could just turn back the clock on these people and they would return to being human. Sadly, the only rumors I've ever heard were ones that there was a cure but only if they haven't fed. To my knowledge, its just a rumor though." She sighs, "Please, don't go fishing in my head. You likely wouldn't want to see some of the stuff that is there." She shutters at the thought. "Hell, I don't want to see some of the stuff thats there." Finally she takes a deep breath. "When I was 12 My parents were killed by a Ccoa. I didn't know anything. I didn't know they were hunters. At the funeral, a pair of hunters pulled me aside and explained that my parents weren't what they told me they were. That they were hunters and traveled around killing these monsters. I wanted revenge more then anything. I wanted to understand why my parents kept this from me. Why they weren't honest. For the past 12 years I learned and grew. I studied everything I could get my hands on. Dropped out of school and started hunting."
Jean Grey	The apology gets a slight headshake; horrible or no, it was not Jean's first brush with death. The rest, she quietly nods through with an expression that's somewhere between regretful and thoughtful-- until, that is, Eva switches gears to issue a warning. "I won't," Phoenix immediately replies. "I wouldn't-- your mind is yours. And you aren't trying to eat-slash-murder any children, so there's no real need to mess with it." Once that promise is made, it's back to listening to - and, before long, slowly approaching - the huntress, arms folding tightly as mournful regret takes over her features. "I'm s-- " She pauses just short of blurting Eva's apology right back at her. "-- sure they would've been proud of you," she offers instead while planting herself a few feet from the huntress. "You must be an incredibly strong woman, to've been driven into this life by that level of tragedy and stick with it for as long as you have." Even if she //does// want to leave it. "What //would// you do, if not this? If you didn't feel you had to-- I mean, you say there are other hunters, but it's still //you// out here tonight, when you could've waited for one of them to get around to it. The-- kokoa took your chance to make that choice from you, once, but it sounds like you're ready to at least-- I dunno, /think/ about making a new one for yourself."
Eva	Eva frowns, "Ummm, Sadly. There is a joke that goes around amongst hunters. You don't quit. You don't leave the life. You don't find old hunters." She sighs. "Its very difficult to get out of the life. Once you know the stuff that lurks in the dark, you are always looking over your shoulder and keeping an eye out for signs of trouble." She frowns, "I'm strong enough. The whole speed thing is new though. I don't know what is going on there. I only know what The Flash explained to me when he helped me get things under control. When I first came came back I was moving at high speed without thinkign about it. I couldn't understand why people were all frozen!" She snickers. Finally she listens to that question. "I... I dunno. When I was 14 (fudged the age!) I wanted to do stuff like be a teacher or something cool to help out people. Sadly Now that things have changed, I dunno what to do. I've been working as a consultant to people who have supernatural problems. I am setting up my home as a safe house for hunters. Warded and everything."
Jean Grey	"I know a school where Supernatural Phenomena 101 wouldn't raise - many - eyebrows," Phoenix says, her expression brightening just a little despite the corpses littering the ground and the conversation alike. "If you're already consulting-- I mean, it's a lot like that, only with a lot more, you know." Her voice drops a hair. "Teenagers." Beat. A little lower as her gaze shifts sideways. "With super powers." And then, back to making eye contact with an even volume: "But it'd //pay// okay. You could still build your safe house, go hunting when you wanted-- //needed// to. I... can't tell you that it'd be //entirely// safe - lotta crazies out there, after all - but it'd be a chance to help people without having to fill the nightmare tank every night. Teach 'em how to defend themselves-- maybe even figure out new ways to deal with this stuff, together. You'd at least have a-- I dunno, a //chance// to break the pattern." She exhales softly and lets her hands hang at her sides. "If you wanted."
Eva	Eva blinks a few times. "Supernatural Phenomena 101. That would be a huge difference between the way things are usually. Its usually a pain steaking thingto avoid telling people about it. Still, If you believe it would help, I am willing to help out in that manner. I would like to keep my home. That safe house. I have a rather large library there which is very useful for this sort of thing." She looks around, "Would I be able to learn about my own powers?" She asks curiously. "If so I am interested. Here is my number." She quickly writes down her information and and address. Handing it over, she smiles, "Look forward to seeing you again."