Transcript: Hunters

[Xan Kincade]

Title: Hard Days Night
Chapter One: Wolf in the Night

Cast(Open):
Alexander (Xan) William Kincade - Mav

[Xan Kincade]

The night hadn’t found him easy, two nights after the last effect from the sway of the moon, he still wasn’t his full self. With a grumble he rolled over hands pushing bare chested body up from the bed. Bare feet padded against the ground while hand rubbed down against the light trace of hair leading away from his navel. Sandy hair stuck up in places here and there giving him that disheveled look. Stopping blue eyes turned up towards the open upstairs loft area the apartment had, it was his cousins room. But it’d been nearly six months since his cousin, and only relative, Avi, had slept there. Avi said he had some unfinished business in Ireland, and London, Xan would have gone but his cousin insisted that it was something he had to do alone. He hadn’t heard from him in some time. But Avi was one of the best hunters, still sometimes, he had his doubts his dark fears that the only person left in his life he cared for might be dead. It was a thought he tried not to think about. Heading into the kitchen he filled a bowl with his usually breakfast, Lucky Charms, though it was already getting close to sundown, he always ate a bowl of cereal no matter what time of day it was.

Without his cousin he still carried on after all he did have a job to do. He was a hunter, even if he was a half lycan one. He hunted down others who broke their laws, killed or other such crimes. He hunted down those like him, among vampires, witches, everything you might have read about in stories. Taking his place sitting cross legged on the counter he ate his cereal, holding the bowl in one hand. When all the marshmallows were gone he drank the milk, rinsed the bowl in the sink by leaning then hopped off the counter to get dressed. Coming out a short while later locking the apartment door. Black button down was left first three buttons undone, the talisman against his neck. A pair of long faded jeans and black boots. A leather jacket hid two different guns, and a custom blade. The night was young, might as well stop for a drink.

MaGintys Pub. Avi and he used to go there all the time, especially after a successful hunt. Sometimes he went it, he’d friends there, but this wasn’t one of the nights he wanted to be there. Tonight he chose and underground club, usually it had some of the more roudy hunters in the mix. It was a place for those who were ‘unnatural’ to regular human kind, but that didn’t keep mortals out. Moving he could smell those of darkness, lycans and vampires alike. Stopping at the bar he gave a nod “Black an Tan.” It was a good twist on a good beer. Then a voice sounded behind him, “Well, well…what have we here? A little lost puppy?” Xander’s eyes rolled to the jab as he turned around drinking his drink. “Jamison…’eard ya botched yer las ‘unt, aye?”<br>
The man, dark haired, a bit pudgy pushed back the two other guys who made his party stepping close to Xan. “Yeah, well..you aint so hot now without your cousin, guess he musta got tired of the smell of wet dog.” His hand came down knocking the glass and drink from his hand. “Tat, was my drink.” He growled back with Irish accent. “I say someone prolly gut him, bout damn time too.” That was it, Xan wasn’t going to take his snide tongue anymore. In one motion his hand gripped against his throat lifting him up into the air with his strength. “Donna ya ever talk ‘bout ‘im…ever” he threatened. Jamison gasped and gripped the wrist of the man who held him “If you kill, me…you’ll be hunted down.” Pulling him close he sneered “I’m not gunna kill ya…yer not worth me time.” He released the man who slumped to the floor, still standing over him “Your gonna regret that, dog.” Xander replied “Didn yer mam never tell ya not ta mess wit ta big dogs? I’d be careful, I bite.” With a smirk the young Irish shifted. Pushing from the floor Jamison and his crew made it out talking to his crew, plotting how he was going to bring Xander down. Turning his eyes looked over the mess on the floor that used to be his drink. “Feckin’ell.” He cursed and rolled his shoulders forwards, looking back up to the bar tender. People had cleard around from where it had all happened. He could almost sense those who felt disappointed by the lack of bloodshed. He wouldn’t kill someone he wasn’t hunting, even if they deserved it.