Smell of Faeiries at Dusk [Haylee]

[haylee]

Its human, Haylee reviewed that much of Stan's wording while in thought. All before feeling uneasy and reflected to a moment or two ago. To where she had convinced herself that: It was just a animal and that she didn't need to run wild in imagination. Wait a minute, Haylee perked a eyebrow while trying to ease over the growling Stan ensued. "How can you tell?" Just what happened to be in the pockets of a vampires power? [Meaning, their abilities]. How far it spanned, truth from fiction. Come to think of it: Did she really want to know? With a shake of her forehead, Haylee noted on Stan wanting her to speak more. That felt ironic.

Being that she had stated previously: A idea of talking to much. Perhaps that would either draw the person out, to introduce themselves. If they felt they could wedge themselves into a conversation? Who, really knew. Though, she didn't like the idea of being watched and opened her lips, "Uhm. Oh, uh-what were talking about?" Losing sight of things briefly, until it dawned on her all of a sudden. The human condition, well, wrinkles really. "Oh! Uh, wrinkles. I think, at a certain age they are the least of my problems." Then, decided to add what she felt about the subject.

"Though, it's kinda how god made me to be." She wondered if she had done enough talking yet, hopefully. It appeared to be good enough as yet another branch had snapped. Then a rustling of leaves appeared before someone lept out, it kind of reminded her of a charged battle cry."Dirty fanger, you're gonna speak about the lord, when you are near vampire scum?!" Officially and publicly, you couldn't condone a human killing, though behind a door: It was approved. Human's sullying their race, should be taken down with vampire scum. From the initial outcry, Haylee had stood, mainly out of instinct. Safe to say that this has NEVER happened to her.

[Stan Davis]

Haylee got the hint and continued on talking, maybe stumbling a few times but not enough to let the man know that Stan was aware of his presence. Stan just remained quiet, his ears perked to hear any sound that indicated the man was on the move. Haylee spoke up about God, which told the two exactly what this man's intentions were, he was a member of the Fellowship. Those dirty, rotten Christians had been after Stan for a while, since their headquarters had been initially set up in Dallas, Stan's area of jurisdiction, it was rather hard to maintain a good neighbor relationship with the Bible Pushers.

Sure enough, the man leapt out, ready to strike at them both, apparently, the Fellowship did not even care if they harmed a human, just so long as that human was consulting with a vampire. Of course, Stan knew this, but it still shocked him every time he remembered. Stupid humans. While Haylee stood in shock, Stan had already acted.

In a split second, he had turned around completely and seized the Fellowship member by the throat, raising him up off the ground as his feet dangled and he clawed at Stan's hand. "You'll apologize to my lady friend," he said, mentioning lady instead of girl.

"I won't apologize to that sleeper," he spat, still clawing at Stan's grasp.

In anger and rage, Stan dropped him to the ground, his knees buckling once they hit the Earth and he rolled a little. Before he could grab the stake, Stan had jumped on him, his fangs extracted, grabbed the man's neck and bit him, drinking the blood quickly.[/center][/color]

[haylee]

Like a deer being caught within a view of oncoming headlights, Haylee remained frozen upon standing. As said before, nothing like the set up of the immanent danger had ever: Transpired for her. It felt like a movie! Naturally shocked, there was a little room for bewilderment on how the attacker spoke, naming her a fanger. [Even calling Stan alike "scum."] Before she knew it, Stan had grabbed the man responsible for disturbing them by surprise; via holding onto his throat. A palm rose and covered her mouth, catching sight of the feet dangling from the man. A low gasp arose from her, though she couldn't say anything! She needed to. It's what her conscious was trying to get her to move toward. As this, well, it had to stop! Just as Haylee was about to say her peace, the man refused to apologize; after being told to.

Lord! W-what a dirty mouth! Haylee's thought popped up for a split-second; quick in disbelief upon being called something not so nice. How truly hurtful, shocking and damaging words can be. Only, that was not all to have even transpired, in such a split second. The man was dropped from being held and then he tried to go after a stake. Before he could actually do anything, Stan was ontop after a small roll. Then, both pair of fangs were exposed; what happened next is not a sound that she'd soon forget. A scream, a curdling one. The only good thing from it, is that it: Shoved her conscious into motion. This couldn't be the right thing to do. Her voice slightly strong, though draining at the end of her wording."S-..S. stop! Stan, No.."

[Stan Davis]

((I did not use the word sleeper, it was something else but the site automatically edited it cause it wasn't a good word I guess))

As he drank from the Fellowship scum, he could tell Haelee was unsure of what to do. Stan typically forgot that humans had those emotions that he had lost long ago and Haylee was no exception. He did not even consider how that pretty little country girl would react. A little noise that escaped her, he snapped back into reality. He paused, his mouth hovering above the bite marks, his fangs dripping with blood. The temptation to ignore her and keep drinking tugged at his inner creature, his bloodlust addiction, but he remained still.

While his eyes were glued to the wound, his nostrils flared in frustation and he pulled them away to look at Haylee. He sighed, but it had a scent of a growl to it, even if he tried hard to hide it, he had blood on his mind. Finally, he let go of the man to look up. "Haylee, he was trying to hurt you-" he paused, not sure what else to say. His fangs were extended, there was blood on his mouth and he looked tense. "I'm a vampire," he said, as if he really had to remind her.

Instead of watching the Fellowship man like he would have done if Haylee was not there, he focused on her and tried to calm himself down. In fact, he did not even notice when the man pulled out a silver chain from his pocket and threw it around Stan's neck like a lasso. The burning sensation brought the Dallas vampire to his knees, unable to get the silver off of him.

[haylee]

[ I figured out what "sleeper" was, so I edited a little bit. Sorry to be OOC here].


Whomever interrupted them, was clearly not a fan of vampires; nor anyone associated with them. A obvious assessment, once Haylee's brain fell into action, while slowly gathering things and trying to focus. Slowly, the "whomever" in terms of a person had made sense. [Though it was ironic]. She wanted NOTHING to do with the Fellowship and somehow, it found her. Well, this singular person had, anyways. As Haylee couldn't forget the initial outcry of a curdling scream, her line of sight wouldn't erase the sight of fangs drenched in blood. At least by then: Some of the commotion had ceased; in terms of causing harm. With a hard, silent and timid gulp, Haylee tried to bring words to her lips since last speaking. She appreciated what Stan had tried to do, really. Its just that she didn't want anyone to get hurt, including the one responsible.

"I-..I know he was." At least that was a beginning of sorts; as to noting the person whom tried to go after her. Fear is a very powerful tool. As with hatred. In her opinion, the Fellowship literally gathers in on it. Naming it a "cause" and this person, whom attacked: Didn't seem to mind the actions set forth."It doesn't-um, well. Matter. If you're a vampire, or not." Just stop. Everything needed to slow down, kinda like in a calming motion. She didn't need a reminder, as to what Stan was. It didn't escape her now, like it had before. Now, her forehead shook a little. This was crazy. Moments ago: All had been fairly so-so. Haylee as well, didn't notice as the man; their attacker as he had pulled out a silver chain. From his pocket no less and had thrown it around Stan's neck! This was bad; to put it simply as Haylee saw Stan brought to his knees.

Mainly on how the chain affected him. "What in lord's name, is wrong with you?!" Somehow finding the surge to yell at the attacker, perhaps a little off put. There was no mercy given, when it had been shown from her opinion. Again, she had to do something, this time it was to remove the silver. Although, Haylee wasn't confident: Not being much of a fighter, feeling that maybe the attacker wouldn't quit. With her morals, she had to try. Despite feeling like a mouse in that possible regard of fighting as she moved forward. She had never been so scared out of her wits. Could this get any worse? It was probably bad to ask, now attempting to reach for the silver.

[Stan Davis]

Haylee responded quite differently than Stan had imagined. Again, he had to remember that she was not a vampire and she could not jump up and take this man down with the blink of an eye. It was rather different with humans, first off, they had emotions clouding their judgment and they have to think about what to do next instead of just doing it. Hesitantly, she moved forward after asking what was wrong with the man. Grabbing at his neck, Stan just remained a bit helpless, trying to figure out what to do now that his lovely human had a bit of stagefright.

She needed to act immediately and she did not known what to do. Now what would Stan do? He was the hero in distress and his damsel was not acting quickly. Reaching for his stake, the Fellowship Member tried to move from her reach to finish Stan off. In order to miss her reach, he had to loosen the chain a little bit. Stan could heal quickly, but not that quickly, he needed a bit more time and maybe that stake to be stopped. But thanks to his lucky stars (that star being Haylee) the man dropped the stake as he fumbled around to try to drive the stake into Stan, hold the silver around his neck and escape Haylee's grasp.

Sometimes, humans just couldn't multitask and it was clear this guy was incompitant. "d**nit! Look what you made me do and I'm trying to send you to the Good Lord! he spat as he tried to leap on the stake. All the while, Stan had tried to wiggle out of the silver, it was going slow but he was trying.