Finally Home [Alistair ]

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Christina huffed at his comment, "Nice try." She joked with him but he mentioned her old weapons and she almost perked up until he told her that they needed to stay at the base. "I understand." She did understand, at least he was going to get her the knife back. "I know they need it more." She added, trying to reassure him. It's to bad that I couldn't have those back though, I guess I'll have to find some other means of getting some for myself. She decided to worry about that later though. Christina followed him back through the tunnels and into the outer city.

Home sweet home.... She thought to herself, somewhat missing the place she had once called home. The only one that came to mind was the one she stayed in when she was in the unit. As soon as her parents died she had left, there wasn't anything for her anymore. She remembered the day that her parents hadn't come back. The dreadful day that she decided she was done with hunting vampires. If it wasn't for the fact that her parents had gone out of their way to kill the vampires they might have still been alive by now, but no, they had gone out and gotten themselves killed.

I would have loved to know who those vampires are, if any still survive, I'd gladly kill them, but going out of my way to kill them when I know it wouldn't make me feel any better anyway.... What is the point, I know those in the unit will just so it anyway, so I might as well live my life the way I wish to live it. She decided, keeping her thoughts to herself. It wasn't long before the base had come into view. "This place hasn't changed a bit." She always said that when she would come here. Sometimes there would be different people lurking, other times there would be more, or less than before. That was the life of a hunter though, death happened, or others left for a reason one way or another.

Alistair Valkyrie

[Alistair Valkyrie]

The way back to the place the Hunters' called home wad thankfully an uneventful one, relitivly calm; You could almost pretend, if you closed your eyes, that the world wasn't some sort of Hellhole. Safe to say, it was the visuals that were far from astheticly pleasing, but the bounty hunter had long grown used to them; After all, it was all he'd ever known. Degrading buildings, shells of what they once were, littered with piles of rubble and brokem bits of an era that once was. It must have been a peculier thing, to live without the fear of being bitten, of death or of being infected with that which makes you a vampire... Although it seemed an idyllic concept, deep down, the idea of actually living that life seemed... Dull.
Perhaps that was a self indulgant opinion; He was not a blood bag, and did not live the daily horrors of what must wait humans beyond the gates of the inner city, and held enough knowledge and skill in order to defend himself with... Yet he felt he was born for this, for the hunt and everything that came with it.

The tunnels were dark, grim and well walked, and he knew them like the back of his hand. As soon as the tunnels opened up, the lights he had seen from the wasteland of the Scorch flooded the area, lanterns, fires and the few generators the people could salvage pumping out streams of light in an effort to ward off the dark. The Hunters' unit, the base from which Alistair worked, was one of the taller structures in the landscape; What had once been an apartment building now served as the hub for the Hunters, and contained one of the very few large generators in the outer city. It powered most of the building with light, making it a beacon for those that lived near it and a deterant for the undead.

Home.

While the place remained the same, those that lived there came and went frequently.
Some were near perminant fixtures, hunters that were very skilled or very lucky, and those that generally remained to maintain some form of stability on their informal organisation.

"Same old," Alistair responded casually, keeping up the pace as they headed towards the building. He shifted his gaze to her. "Do ya miss it?"

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Christina walked next to Alistair, listening as he told her that it was the same old. His question hadn't surprised her, she had an answer but she wasn't sure if it would be a good move to tell him or not, if there was one thing she had learned while being a hunter though, it was that lying would be a bad move. "Yes." Another reason for her being honest was because she promised herself out of anybody, she wouldn't lie to him. She hoped the subject wouldn't be about her coming back though because even though she missed being here she didn't have the heart to come back. If I had the motive to kill vampires, I'm sure I would have been a fine hunter, but I also have moments of hating humans too. What kind of person am I?

She was pulled from her thoughts, "I let my memories of this place swarm my mind all the time." But that is just it, memories. I'm not about to admit anything more than that. She decided to herself, having finished her comment she forced a fake smile to appear on her face. I miss this place so much, it's weird not waking up in the morning to see my parents or him or anybody else in the unit. It had been hard for her to up and leave everything behind, but since her parents were gone they weren't able to convince her to stay, she had been tempted to use Alistair as a reason to stay but was reminded that she believed things could only get worse for them here.

Alistair Valkyrie

[Alistair Valkyrie]

He'd expected a yes.

Christina had always been the more sentinental of the two of them, so despite her the choice of her leaving being her own tye bounty hunter knew she'd carry some level of affection for the place, however small. He remained silent, watching her closely from the corner of his eye, monitoring her expression. Even if she had choosen to lie, Alistair would have known; It was not only a case of how well he'd known her, which if course would give him insight into her mannerisms, but of how well he'd learnt to detect false truth in others... It had become so natural to him. It was far from an exact science, and ge could not claim to be able to read others without mistake, but he knew to watch for the basics... The tell tale signs. After all, it was always worth knowing if someone was musing on stabbing you in the back or not.

She spoke again, this time bringing a smile. Alistair withdrew his gaze from her, his own expression nearly unreadable; She'd been faking it, although as to what point and purpose he wasn't certain. Since the Unit held both memories of her family and of their deaths, he supposed being around him and his kind was both a comfort and a misery for her. Still, she could have declined his invitation, and did not have to stay.
The sentry guards on duty cast Alistair judging glances, fingers tensing on gun triggers, but let him pass by with a nod of acceptance; They cast Christina the same judging look, but a casual dissmissive gesture by Alistair granted her access. Trust and respect here were earned, through vampires slain and tireless resvole, both of which flooded Alistair's record.

What had once been the apartment complex's lobby was flooded with warm light, a welcome from the chilled night which lay outside it; The area was a vast hub of activity, full of hunters and those that chose to work with them, the air hot with conversation and the smell of food prepared by the makeshift kitchens. The unit had tried to establish some manner of civilised society, even offering up work to outsiders in the forms of cooking, cleaning and providing medical care in return for food, shelter and protection; Safe to say, it was a popular choice.
Alistair looked to his companion, now able to see her properly in the light. "You wanna come up to my place, kid? I'll make you somethin'," He offered. Alistair far prefered preparing his own meals then dealing with the organised chaos of the communial dining area.

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Christina ignored the guards who had expressions as if judging her, she had decided a long time ago her actions had been worth a greater cause her to her and nobody was going to encourage regret, not now, not ever. Though if they wanted to shot her, who was she to stop them, she had after all betrayed them for her own happiness, if hunting and having freedom was happiness. She remained calm, refusing to be intimated by them. If I'm going to go down, I refuse to be a coward when I do it. She was grateful that the guards left her alone, but she hadn't been paying attention to know that it was Alistair that had dismissed them.

The place looked better than she had thought, but she was to prideful to accept the fact that her leaving had been a mistake. There is no turning back, I won't come back. "I take that back, it looks better than when I had left it." She chose to correct herself from her earlier comment, though it had come out as a mumble so she wasn't sure if he had heard her or not. Alistair asked if she wanted to come up to his place. To avoid being stared at, yeah... Besides at least up there I can smack myself in the forever for leaving. Assuming he isn't looking of course.

"Yeah." She answered him, then came to realize he was planning on making her something. "I can help... Err or something." She wasn't one for offering assistants, this was awkward for her, but it didn't feel right to make him to everything himself. I wish I had caught something when out there now, at least then we'd eat my catch instead of him having to make something he had gotten from here. It was easy for her to be somewhat happy while being here, even with her parents dead it still felt homey.

Alistair Valkyrie