Re: Prologue - Jaylene Harris
Jaylene didn't have a clue about the intricacies of vampire society. She still didn't even know what she was, for cryin' out loud. All that she was certain of was that this douchebag had lit a perfectly nice guy on fire and was, somehow, God knew how, holding the fucked up monster-man that had attacked her (and a perfectly nice guy) in midair, like some kind of crazy fucking circus trick, only she couldn't see any cables or wires, and this all seemed like far too elaborate an act to be staged... didn't it?
Walking warily over to the blondie in the expensive clothes, sort of expecting to get crushed or set alight or frozen or some dumb thing, she reached for his holster from as far away as she could. She assumed that he could overpower her (or, like he'd threatened, drop the monster-man to deal with 'em) even with the sidearm to her advantage, so she didn't even bother to hold him up. Instead she looked the thing over, flicking the safety off if it were on, but not aiming it at the floating man yet, but considering it.
The most she'd ever shot before had been gophers and the occasional crow... well, not counting the neighbor's crazy fucking horse that they'd needed to tranquilize... still, she had doubts about just shooting to kill some dickhead molester like a fish in a barrel. "You're not gonna kill us, I don't care if we have to talk to the fucking tooth fairy," she told him. Truth was, she didn't really plan on sticking around too long to do whatever the man wanted. She was still planning on getting Charles to the hospital and then getting him out of here, then going on as if tonight had been one messed up nightmare. Just so long as this batshit sorcerer-fella gave her enough leeway, things would be fine, right?
Jaylene looked the monster man over with some strange mixture of remorse and anger. "You dumb fuck, I told you to fuck off when you had the chance, now look at what shit you've gotten everyone into, huh?" She wished she'd had a chance to actually speak to the police. It'd have been comforting knowing that they were on their way to deal with this so that she didn't have to. Because of that, she lingered longer than she had to, but eventually she lined the weapon up with the center of his body mass and shot the brute, unhappy with what she was doing. This was all a bad dream, she just needed to get through this part.