[Quest] The Hunters and the Hunted.

[Demetri Malius]

Gabby smirked as the young man followed behind her, obviously intrigued by her offer, having decided to take her up on it. She strolled along, her hips swaying side to side as she followed the worn road of town, taking it to the nearest pig station. Even though they didn't run on good terms with her, she loved that they couldn't help but begrudgingly give her information. She noticed a few chuckles come out from the dirty blonde, and looked behind her.
"Oh? What's so funny back there?"
"Ah, nothing really. Just thinking about what might happen to any poor sop that might cross our path. m'm sure that the man we left back might have been pretty lucky to have it so quick." He seemed to lean back and smile at the moon.
"Heh, I've always respected a bit of crazy." She grinned back, resuming her trek.
The man behind her picked up his pace to make it to her side, waving a hand as he began to pelt her with questions. "So how does such a lovely maiden find herself in the business of contract killing? Did they kidnap you as a kid and teach you to love every spilled drop of blood like it was your first born?"

"Not every bloodlusty soul in this place grows in the same way. Ona  wild guess I'm gonna say that's how you got into it. But no, I happened to be thrown into it a bit, but then again, I have always been a troublemaker and a rebel." 

Victor seemed to want to dig deeper, her answers being well said, keeping him from the entire truth but specific enough to answer his question. "How long have you been in this world? Did the smiling child invite you here or did someone else summon you?Are you single?" He seemed to pull away just before the last one, running a hand through his hair and giving a smirk.

She gave a sigh. "Not a prime, sadly, but I willl put of a hell of a fucking fight before I let any sonuva bitch put me down." She seemed to speak with a low, primal growl towards the end of her sentence, that is, until she addressed his last, hushed question. "That depends on whether or not you can hold my attention~" she spoke, flirting with him. " I seem to hold yours quite well."

Victor seemed to nervously chuckle and change the topic with more questions. “So how are lycanthropes in this world? It's not going to try to convince me on the benefits of a vegan diet is it? Also what did that moron back there do to deserve having his best friend bitten off like that? Would be good to know as I would not like to make the same mistake." 

Gabby thought for a moment. "Never really thought about it, probably just try to find some poor dumbass who decided to head out by himself and night and take him. There's a lot of people that go missing in Darkshire, as well as every other city in the Moors. Luckily, people here also fuck like rabbits and make up for those that don't make it. And as for the fucker we left back there, just do't lie to me or try to fuck me over, at least in a bad way~." She gave a little wiggle of her hips at the end, enticing Victor's eyes for a moment before he turned away and spoke up.  "Good to know."

"Hmmm, but what about you, huh sweet stuff? Were you blessed by the so called "curse" of being a Prime? Being able to become like a god and come back even after death?" She spoke with sarcastic enthusiasm.

 "Well, I had thought that maybe the name would answer it for you. After all, I was in Dante's Abyss last year. What a jolly time that was..." Victor spoke with a dark chuckle.

Gabriella paused for a moment, tongue in cheek as she remembered seeing a showing of it at a deadbeat electronics store a long time ago. "Huh, So the Victor Wolfe. The one that backstabbed that one bitch and sent her straight to the underverse?'

Victor answered with only a smirk and a show of hands.

"You sly fucking devil. I love it."

They continued on, entering the station, Gabriella taking the lead as they were greeted with an officer of the law. The man was a hunk of meat, seeming to be waiting to pound a face in, his veins nearly popping out of his neck as he smoked a cigar. 

"Ah, you again? Sadly we don't have any rats to feed ya today."

"Fuck off Wilbur, go scarf down a cock in the muggy as forest."

"I would if you didn't eat all of them first. Got word of what happened by Little Philos. At least I am gonna get a discount at the bar there tonight because of it."

Gabby flipped him off as she continued past the counter, hopping over. Victor stayed quiet, letting Gabby lead the way, unsure of what exactly was going on, but light on his feet just in case things went south. It bugged him to be in this place.

"Ey, hold up there," the officer Gabby called 'Wilbur' held a hand in front of him as he tried to go over the counter. 'Who the fuck do you think you are, eh? 

"Hey Pighead, leave my fucking date alone, he's straighter than you'll ever be and  doesn't suck cock like you do."

The hulk of a man grunted, blowing a bit a smoke to the side as he mumbled something vulgar and let Victor pass.

"Whats's up with all these assholes, are you a part of the guard?"

Gabby made a sour face. "Fuck no I'm not a pig. They just know not to fuck with me and I dont fuck with them. Literally and figuratively. Think of it like a truce. Fatface over there is in charge, so anything he says, goes. At least to all these dumbfucks. I don't give a fuck about him myself."

An office grunt seemed to be filing some paperwork before he groaned, seeing Gabby.

"That's right you little fucker, give mama some of them papers. I want the ones for the werewolves."

With a groan he replied." Look, we already sent out a squad to--"

"Call them back, this one is mine."

"We already--"

"She pulled the grunt in close, staring into his eyes. "Call them off and give me the damn paperwork."

"Fine." He grumbled as she let go, calling out to the squad to come back, receiving a less than amused response. "Just try to fucking not immediately kill the fucking clients. Not for their sake but I want at least a day break between seeing your ugly face. "

"Let me carve out your eyes and we wont have them problem hmm?"

He rolled his eyes before getting back to work.

"Funny relationship you got going on here." Victor observed.


"Yeah, wouldn't trust it back where I came from but its a fucking dream here. Alright so let's see..." she spoke as she skimmed the pages. "So we gotta see some couple over up north of Dakshire, but just west of here, and see what's going on up their ass, says something about them being directly involved in the shit. We can start there. Just follow the road up there, " she spoke pointing down a worn roadsign. " and we should be all set. Fuckers out of town are always getting into shit." She spoke just as they came back out through the front door, guiding her companion.

Victor nodded, but stopped for a moment, trying to figure out how she got so much influence with the force. "So what is it that you do that makes them work with you so much?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Long story is for another time, short story. i'm a zombie. Now let's get going before the sun gets up, shit fucking hurts my eyes."