TRAPPED! (open)

[ana]

baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

“Damn it! Will someone please let me out of here?!”

Usually the wolf would not use profanity so loudly, but she was quite perturbed. What made this even more obvious was that she let out a heavy sigh and a frustrated growl from behind the door of the broom cupboard. She beat against the door a few more times in hopes that someone would hear her and help her out. She had tried many times to unlock the door and to force it out of the way, but there was no avail.

“What the hell…” She said lowly and leaned her head against the door. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes tightly, wondering whether or not she was stuck in a nightmare of some kind. When she opened her eyes to see darkness again, she let out a groan and flicked her little flashlight on her key ring A light illuminated its tip and filled the small broom cupboard. She glanced around. Surrounding her was a conglomeration of things: brooms, mops, cleaning supplies. She sighed.

How did she end up in that cupboard anyway? The only thing she could remember was walking down the third floor corridor, humming as she did so. When she reached a door to which she had no idea where it went, the door suddenly swung open, and she was thrown, seemingly by force, into the broom cupboard. She had fallen upon the brooms, mops, buckets, and other supplies with an oomph and a slight gasp of pain and surprise. When she managed to stand on her feet and find the doorknob, she rubbed the back of her head and ran her fingers through her curly hair.

“Man…” She said to herself and whined a bit. She started to beat on the door once again. “Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! Can someone help me?! Pleeeeaaaaseee?” She let out a faint laugh at herself. She knew that she probably sounded pathetic from the inside of a broom cupboard. But it really wasn’t her fault… Or maybe she just tripped and didn't realize it. Finally she became very angry and kicked the door rather hard causing her to stub her toe. "AH!"

tagz: anyone
notes: haha. she's trapped.
shes in an old abandoned building

[charles]

Charles Veilleux let out a sigh as he peered up at the abandoned building, the real estate agent said it had been awhile since anyone had owned the place and it showed. Charles only hoped that it really as empty, if so it could be a nice place to set up his shop. Walking over he peered into a window seeing nothing inside, looking around he let out another sigh before grabbing the window to open it, it took a moment but soon he had it open and threw in his bag before following and jumping into the house.

Grabbing the bag he unzipped it before taking out a couple devices before moving to one corner of the room and stashing one out of sight, he was about to place a second one when he heard a voice speaking from somewhere else in the building.Reaching down he thumbed the safety off a pistol at his side before heading towards the sound, turning a corner he saw what seemed to be a broom closet at the end of the hall with a woman's voice coming from within.

“Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! Can someone help me?! Pleeeeaaaaseee?”, a moment later the frenchman heard a small laugh and a loud bang followed by a scream in pain. Walking beside the door he put his ear on it.

"Allo? Who iz in there?" Charles shouted in a thick french accent, this town was very very weird, heck this whole country was weird.

[ana]

baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

Ana had started becoming utterly pissed by this point. She was a wolf! Why wasn't she strong enough in human form to rip this door to bloody shreds. "Bitch" She cursed it crossing her arms over her chest. She started sulking back and forth before a smell of human come to her nose. He wasn't far behind therefore....he or she heard her right? The person was coming right?

Ana become very hopeful by this point...That is until the male asked who was in there....Why didn't he just open the door? "Allo? Who iz in there?" Ana glared from behind to door. "A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS NOW LET ME OUT!" She Spanish accent was thick...She could also here this guy was French. How lovely....Both of them speaking English when English isn't their first language. She hoped dearly this man would be able to understand her. It wasn't that she was bad at English but she has the Spanish accent on her.

[charles]

"A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS NOW LET ME OUT!"

Charles was suprised... She was a loud one, but he could tell she had an accent, a familiar one at that...

"Ah maudit, une espangole..." he cursed silently. Grabbing ahold of the doorknob he tried to open it only to find it wouldn't open. Maybe it was locked on her end? Then again the woman wouldn't be trapped if that were the case.

"Alright madame, can you stand back a bit, im going to open the door," with that Charles pulled out his pistol and attached a silencer to it. He would have preferred not to use it but is a residential area it was a good idea to keep things quiet, especially gun noises. He didnt want to cops on his back.

"Alright madame, are you at the back of the room?" without waiting for a reply he muttered a quick prayer before firing the pistol twice into the lock making sure that any bullet coming out the other side were angeld to go into the wall, a moment late he removed the broken pieces and took out the latch from the door. Charles thought he should have brought a screwdriver then he would need to do this.

Walking away from the door Charles then moved a distance away and kept his pistolhanging loosely at his side. Maybe he was being paranoid but as it was nightime he couldnt be too careful.

"The door is open madame, you can come out now"

[ana]

baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

"Ah maudit, une espangole..." Ana glared...She couldn't understand any of that but one word and by the tone of his voice it sounded like he didn't much like the Spanish."Alright madame, can you stand back a bit, im going to open the door," She stepped back to the far end of the broom cupboard wondering if he were going to kick it down...it might work if he were strong enough ..Only issue with that would be if the door would want to budge.

"Alright madame, are you at the back of the room?" With a sigh Ana began to say 'yes' but was interrupted by gun shots! The hair on the back of her head stood straight up and her body tensed to a great extereme...She could have went wolf on the man if it were a full moon night...Instead of wolfing though she let out a growl..Thankfully not loud enough for him to hear it! He might think she's some could of loon or some insane asylum escapee.

"The door is open madame, you can come out now"...... "Wait till I get my hands on you." She thought bitterly. "Okay, maybe not unless you try something else stupid." Still Glaring Ana moved from the back to the front and kicked the door so it feel to the ground with a clashing sound. She placed her forearms on both sides of the doors opening with her hip out to the side. "What were you thinking?! You could have shot me! Not to mention this either but....I HAVE A HEART BEAT! Jeez...." Ana's heart was racing a tad bit faster than a humans heart would go...She was scared out of her wits! She would be able to calm do now unless Mr Shooty decided to go blasting around with that thing...Silver burns, if he has silver bullets.

((now that he can see her...here is her in her outfit: i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt13/gricrob/Smile/shakira1.jpg shes wearing the hat too XD ))

[charles]

Charles let almost let out a gasp of surprise as the woman exited the cupboard. Her clothing, the good catholic inside him wanted to chastise her for wearing such exposed clothing. With a bit of effort he was able to push that urge down. This was a time for Charles the shop owner to speak, not Charles the hunter.

"What were you thinking?! You could have shot me! Not to mention this either but....I HAVE A HEART BEAT! Jeez....

"My apologies madame, but I had no tools and the door latch was jammed. Don't worry you were never in danger, if you look back you'll find the shots were angled in such a way that if they passed through the lock they would only go into the side wall. Besides I would damn myself a thousand times if I were to harm a woman such as yourself... You are a woman no?" Charles replied with a small smile. In his mind he noticed that woman's last couple words... The statement was an odd one for sure, however perhaps it was something the Spanish said and was simply a miss translation, but to Charles it also could have meant the woman had interacted with the damned ones before. She didn't look tainted, her skin tan and eyes a normal brown,

"Madame, i must ask, what did you mean by that statement that you have a heartbeat? And may I ask what are you doing is this building? Especially dressed like that? Were you returning from a party?" he asked, a moment later he returned the gun to its holster but never replaced the safety.

[ana]

baby are you down, down, down, down, down?

"Madame, i must ask, what did you mean by that statement that you have a heartbeat? And may I ask what are you doing is this building? Especially dressed like that? Were you returning from a party?" Ana watched him put his gun in the holster but he did not return the safety...He couldn't possibly be scared of such a small young women can he? He looked like a tough man to be honest with herself.

"Well you see, if the gun were to hit me...I would have no heartbeat left. That is why I said that...What other reas....Oooooooh....aye ya aye" Ana stopped talking and looked the man over. She now had her back laid against one of the door with one leg crossed over the other. She had met people like him before...If he is one that is...Ana was not sure....a hunter.... "I'm not walking dead mind you." She told him pointing to a cut on her elbow from the fall into the cupboard. "You can put the safety back on that thing...I don't feel like driving you to the hospital for a bullet in your toe." She gave a small smirk at the older man, thinking of a bullet in a toe made her want to giggle.

"I dress like this often. No party either...I like exploring. I'm a Spanish belly dancer so most of my clothes are usually a tad revealing." Ana gave a shrug. If he didn't like it he didn't have to look. She did enjoy her clothes but not to the point of wanting to show off to everyone. "I'm Antoinette...Call me Ana...And you are?"

[charles]

"Well you see, if the gun were to hit me...I would have no heartbeat left. That is why I said that...What other reas....Oooooooh....aye ya aye. I'm not walking dead mind you."

Those words made Charles the hunter return in full force. The woman knew about the damned ones, vampires. If she knew about them what other information lurked within her mind? Any human who knew what she did would have been hunted by the Volturi... And this girl didn't seem like the sort of person that could fend them off. So that meant one of two things, she was either under the protection of a vampire, or she was something else. While he had never hunted anything other than the vampire he had been tutored on the other damnable creatures that stalked the planet.

For a second he watched as the girl cut herself in order to try and prove the she was not tainted.

"You can put the safety back on that thing...I don't feel like driving you to the hospital for a bullet in your toe."

Charles continued to stand there thinking about his options. If the woman was truly one of the damned then she may have to be killed. He hoped that wasn't the case, he was loath to kill a woman even if she was damned but he had a job to do.

"I dress like this often. No party either...I like exploring. I'm a Spanish belly dancer so most of my clothes are usually a tad revealing.I'm Antoinette...Call me Ana...And you are?"

"Madame Antoinette, I am well aware that my weapon's safety is still off. My name is Charles, and after what you just said im happy i did that" with his right hand he pulled the pistol out of his holster and let it hang at his side. He was no longer smiling, this woman knew something and he would figure out how.

"Now tell me Antoinette, what are you, how do you know about the vampire and why have they not killed you yet."

[ana]

Ana's eyes watched the gun. Charles had pulled it back out...The young werewolf was not scared in the least now. She was more than likely ten times faster than him and if he decided to hunt her she would move back to Florida or Spain, so no big deal. He would eventually loose her tracks. She sighed. "I never said vampires...I said the walking dead...I could have meant zombiees."

She rolled eyes being a smart ass. "Now tell me Antoinette, what are you, how do you know about the vampire and why have they not killed you yet." "Vampires tend to stay away from me...And I do to..They smell of death and decay...But mind you, no matter how much I don't like them if I were you, only kill the red eyed one because they are usual the murderers. I'm not saying anything else...because it is not for your ears to hear."

Ana stopped speaking to the creepy, messed up in the head man for a moment. "Thank you for getting me out...And if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving know Sr Charles."

[charles]

Charles glared for a moment before holstering the pistol again, this time flicking the safety on. If she was one of the 'were' creatures then the weapon would be no good at the moment. Silently he cursed himself for leaving that night without the proper weapons. The pistol might hurt it but without the proper ammunition it would only be a scratch.

"Thank you for getting me out...And if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving know Sr Charles."

"Very well, but know that in Europe I hunted vampires, and each and every one was a monster that deserved to be put down. I find it hard to believe that things will be different here. I don't know what you are, but tonight i shall pray for your soul. Next time we meet I may not be so nice.

He stood there waiting for the woman to leave, once she was gone he walked over into the cupboard where after searching for a few minutes he was able to find where the woman had cut half earlier. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a swab and vial and grabbed a sample of blood. He didn't know how useful it would be but he could use anything to get an edge on the creatures that resided in the area... Who knows maybe he could create a cure? The thought lingered in his mind for a few minutes. He had the resources and money to begin the research. It would make for a nice change of pace to his usual hobbies.