Don't Wake the Dead (Open)

[kaleb]

Kaleb was quickly beginning to realize that he had a habit of falling into horrible situations. Why did he always end up with the ass end of the universe? Probably because he was so awesome that the universe had to counteract his awesomeness. So what amazingly horrible situation had he fallen into this time? Well it all started at the bar. Kaleb had been asking a few questions about the recent deaths in the area, before long he found a note specifically left for him telling him to meet in the alley outside. Trap? Of course but who could get the drop on Kaleb McPhail? Apparently this person could. Five steps into the alley and everything went dark.

By the time he woke up it had already been a few hours. It was well into night time outside of course Kaleb couldn't really tell, it was all darkness for him. He couldn't even see his own hand in front of his face, he proved this by waving at himself. Luckily whoever had jumped him hadn't thought to check his pockets. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his handheld GPS. The device clicked on and flooded the area with light. Kaleb had somehow found himself in a crypt. A big stone crypt. The GPS continued to recalculate until finally a robotic female voice spoke to him saying "Unable to map your immediate whereabouts, please give a description of your location". Kaleb looked at the device like it was stupid as he said "Um I don't know where I am but its dark, its cold, and it smells like shit!". The device waited a moment before the female voice came back saying "Invalid description". Kaleb threw the device against the stone wall and yelled "Satellite pinpointing my ass!".

He slowly turned and looked around the small crypt he was in before he realized the ground he was laying on was soft dirt. "Oh God why do you always have to fuck with me? Is it just a joke or do you seriously hate me?". With these words of wisdom Kaleb began the long process of digging himself out. After two hours of digging and lots of swearing Kaleb emerged outside of the crypt into the cool air of the graveyard. Just as he started to relax he could hear the sound of his GPS in the crypt saying "Please give a description of your location". Kaleb rolled his eyes and said "The hell out of here, thank you very much". He slowly began to walk away when he suddenly got the feeling he wasn't alone.

[kierrannovak]

Kierran was annoyed, actually, he was beyond annoyed and down right furious. He hated hunters and how they showed up asking questions around town. The bodies hadn't even been completely near Seattle, yet he had been close enough for the Alpha to feel a little threaten. Of course, he wouldn't have even known if it hadn't been for the three youngest in the pack, who had overheard the hunter asking about questions in the bar. Their plan had been childish, but for a teenager and two college kids, it shouldn't entirely shock him that this was their plan. He sent them away before they could do anything else stupid. Still, a graveyard would have not been the choice for the werewolf, the forests were more his thing. After all, it was where all of their prey had went down, screaming their dying breaths before their hearts were ripped out.

As the large black wolf lounged on the tomb's roof though, he was beginning to feel that he should have just killed the hunter when he was knocked out. Granted, there was no fun in that. He stretched a little, his claws reaching out and scratching against the stone and marble, he hadn't come into contact with a hunter in a while and the Alpha wondered where it had went wrong. They were always so careful, this was the closest a hunter as ever gotten to his pack in Seattle. His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he thought about Cianna, who had disappeared, no doubt going back home to her family. He wished Cala had never taken her in, scream and threatened all he wanted, but his mate won out in the end, and there was a time he hated her for it.

The only other threat that came to the werewolf's mind had been that hunter that escaped his very grasp over a year ago, but even then, there was no way that he could have been tracked down to his own territory. All of the thinking only made Kierran's anger grow and getting ready to snap. Just then with perfect timing, from down in the tomb, came a voice. Ears twitched at the sound, the man was not of America, there was a heavy accent on him. European by the sounds, and there was the scuffling of dirt. Evidently, Fox, Ambrosia, and Blaire had more fun than he had thought originally. Of course, he had been snapping at them far too quickly before they could even get a story out about what they did past the where the hunter was. But now he was certain of what was going on, they had buried.

Shifting his weight a little, the crypt groaned a little now. Even with the stuff it was made out of, it was clearly not built to support the weight of an suv sized wolf. There was even more words now coming from beneath his resting spot and they slowly grew louder until somebody emerged. They were rather big for a human as they kept on walking now, seemingly unaware of his presence as they walked away, clearly too thrilled by the idea of having fresh air, 'Tourist. You talk far too loudly,' the Alpha commented. Shifting his weigh again, Kierran pushed himself off of the crypt now, landing with a thump in the grass.

His black hair bristled and stood on edge now, ears flatten against his skull as the werewolf let out an ugly snarl. He took a few steps forward now, watching the human closely. Kierran knew that as Alpha and the original, he looked different compared to his offspring. All of them with their humanoid features, the only other descendant that he knew of that remotely looked like him was Dastan Riley, and Kierran had not had the fortune of turning him, 'You shouldn't go around asking questions,' he snarled, 'It can get you into trouble.'

Occ; rough intro, sorry about that. I'm just getting back into using this character.

[kaleb]

Kaleb stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of an inhuman voice behind him. He had let his guard down thinking it was safe, foolish seeing as he was in a graveyard. However the thrill of escaping his own grave had clouded his judgement. Kaleb slowly reached into his jacket and unholstered the .44 Magnum Colt Anaconda he carried with him at all times. Yet again he found himself thanking whoever was watching that whoever had knocked him out had been too stupid to check his pockets.

Kaleb slowly turned to face the voice but nearly collapsed from shock upon looking at the speaker. A wolf, about the same height as Kaleb staring at him only ten feet away. Kaleb instinctly cocked the hammer of the Magnum back, the large weapon was loaded with silver bullets engraved with ancient angelic runes. Maybe not enough to kill this large beast but definitely enough to put some pain into it.

He slowly smiled and cocking his head to the side he said "Well aren't you a big pup, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage here. Then again your kind aren't exactly known for being fair". Was taunting a giant wolf smart? Probably not but Kaleb had never been the smartest Irishman in the world. He slowly took notice of his surrounding mapping out escape routes and strategic points should this ensue into a fight.

He needed to stall the wolf long enough for him to think of a plan. He smiled at the wolf as he said "Nice to meet you by the way, the names Kaleb McPhail, mind if I ask you your name? Or do Alphas not have names?". It hadn't been hard for him to guess that the wolf was an Alpha. Though he had never seen one before he had heard tales of them from other clan members of the McPhail clan.

He slowly started to step to the right, almost as if circling the gigantic beast as he continued to say "I am guessing it wasn't you who knocked me out, no you are far too smart for that, you would have just killed me if it had suited you". Kaleb may have acted like a fool often but he was far from it, he knew his chances alone against an Alpha were slim. He continued to put things together in his head as he said "I am guessing there was some misunderstanding. You aren't the ones killing people are you? Werewolves I mean. Atleast you aren't responsible for the deaths in the immediate area. You wouldn't leave the bodies to rot in the middle of the streets, that's too sloppy for you. It's Skinwalkers, I've guessed that much. How does it feel to know that another pack of dogs is moving in on your turf?". More taunting, that would surely save Kaleb's skin.

(OOC: No worries, just please don't kill my poor Kaleb, he is kind of an idiot.)

[kierrannovak]

The Alpha watched as the hunter reached into his jacket now, and a low growl escaped him. How many times had he told them to take away the guns? Clearly, not enough and he could sense that it was loaded with silver bullets. His claws ripped against the ground as he shifted his weight from one side to another, watching the hunter with a little more care with the threat of silver. While a single bullet could not take him down, it still caused pain and that was something Kierran planned on avoiding. He was usually pretty good at it, but most of his hunters prey had been slight and average, some of them even old man. This was a new breed as far as the Alpha was concerned, and the bigger they are, the harder they fall so to speak.

"Funny, I could say the same about your kind," he snarled back now, annoyed at the idea of being taunted with. Did this hunter know nothing of fear? Kierran took a few steps forward now, his eyes still locked on the hunter. Could he tell he was a werewolf right off the bat? It was so strange, usually he was mistaken for a Black Dog or something else, even so much as a skin walker and the comparison, while they were considered cousins, did nothing more than enrage the Alpha. Being compared to his brother's offspring was nothing high of the sort, and like all Alphas, they tended to believe that their own was the superior to the other's, even the vampires.

The next comment caught Kierran by surprise, and his snarls ceased but for a split second of confusion, "They call me Kierran...You know of the Alphas? Impossible!" Hunters knew nothing of them, they did not even know of their mother Eve, as far as they were considered. His mind dug in far, thinking of the name. Kaleb McPhail...McPhail. The man was clearly from Ireland, but it had been a long time since the Alpha had set foot in that territory, even with the countless wars that he had served merely to spread the gift of the werewolf across the seas. Annoyance was building in the Alpha now, his patience was growing thin. He did not have time for games if it meant that hunters were starting to catch onto the true origins of the supernaturals that they hunted.

A snort escaped the werewolf, 'You are clever, aren't you? You're little guessing game is right though, I did not have the pleasure of running into at the bar.' Nor was he really going to dwell on giving the hunter any more than that. The last thing that he wanted was this hunter to go looking for his pack in the off chance that he did actually escape his grasp. He watched as Kaleb started to circle, but he remained stationary and unmoving, his ears still lying flat as the man continued to talk. His last comment though, rattled the Alpha's senses. He side stepped quickly, his hips slamming into a grave stone, clearly he was too big to fully maneuver carefully in a place full of standing stones, 'YOU LIE!' Kierran snarled and actually took a snap with his jaws. While it had been no where close to Kaleb's body, that didn't mean that he couldn't move, 'There are no skinwalkers in Seattle, they wouldn't dare come into my territory.'

His anger was slowly on the rise, thinking might become problematic soon, and even though he didn't want to admit such things, the hunter could be right. Why now after centuries of being careful, would a hunter start showing up asking about maulings. His pack didn't maul in the street, it was far too dangers and they kept their own hunts to the woods. Kierran was still growling, his hair bristling even more and his tail swayed in annoyance, 'Tell me what you know,' the Alpha demanded now, it seemed that his playtime may have to be put on hold.

Occ; hahah, likewise =] but dont worries, no killings shall happen.

[kaleb]

Kaleb watched the Werewolf carefully as if waiting for it to grow horns and this all turn out to be a dream, a really stupid dream. He didn't like this situation, it had disaster spelled all over it. He wished he had a partner like Aidrian or Damian, not Bobbi, he didn't want her hurt ever. When he noticed his words were starting to have an effect on the wolf it brought a slight smile to his face. Beware Kaleb, he who irritates Werewolves!

He continued his slow movement despite the werewolves obvious dislike of it and when questioned of the Alphas he made a fake shocked gesture. "You mean to tell me that I know you but you don't know the McPhails? This is completely outrageous! And I thought we could act professional!". He let his taunt sink in for a few moments before saying "The McPhail clan has been hunting monsters and demons for over a thousand years. We observe, guard, and hunt. The first one is important because we have records on all you little beasties. Even you".

Kaleb stood still as he let his words sink in. Must be pretty shocking to learn that while you thought you were all secretive, the truth was you had been watched for centuries. It wasn't like the clan knew everything about him, far from it, Kaleb was willing to bet no one even knew he was in America. But they knew he existed, that made them alert.

When the Alpha became heated once again due to the revelation of Skinwalkers in his territory, Kaleb had to contain a laugh. Leave it to the dogs to get territorial. He smiled slowly as he said "I'm afraid its true. Though I have no proof I have a strong suspicion, it just doesn't smell right you know? And I have a very good sense of smell". When the wolf asked where they were he merely made a helpless gesture as he said "I have no idea? They are very elusive. But when I find them you will be the first to know, okay pumpkin?". With that Kaleb attempted to turn and walk away casually. Pretend to be casual and avoid suspicion. Yep, after a good hour this was all he had come up with as a plan. He was a very brilliant man Kaleb McPhail, they might add the to his eulogy.

[kierrannovak]

This hunter was testing his patience now, the longer they talked the more he seemed to develop an attitude of some sort, and Kierran was not one to be taken lightly. It was a shame that this Kaleb was alone right now, it would have been fun to take down a partner. His eyes narrowed as growled at him, he didn't know his family, the name only seemed vague. However, it was easy to make the promise now that it wouldn't be long before he did know this Irish family and was crushing their bones between his maw. The Alpha was getting done with the taunting though, humans were foolish, this one especially so but the taunts were only part of it.

He was a little disturbed by the thought that they actually knew about the Alphas. Since the dawn of time, they had been so carefully, evidently not though if there was a hunting clan that knew about them. If that was the case though, why not try and kill them? Maybe Kaleb was only bluffing, but Kierran couldn't take a chance on it. Everybody he's ever run into, he's killed...hasn't he? There's only one that has escaped...unless there had been some one else long ago who had masked their scent, "Fuck you. Don't patronize me, hunter," the Alpha snapped, strings of saliva falling into the dirt now as his tail swished again in dangerous annoyance. Time was running out.

Everything was still a shock, but Kierran shoved it aside now. He wouldn't let it taunt him any more, not for now, not when he was alone and dealing with a threat. His eyes kept close on Kaleb, who seemed to still think it was in his best interest to move slowly. His jaws snapped again, another snarl escaped him as he took another step, he didn't want the distance between them to close any more, not when he wasn't the one doing it. His ears flatten as Kaleb talked again, this time about the skin walkers and his tone took that same patronizing affect now, like he didn't take him seriously. Skinwalkers were the least of his problems now, he'd send the pack to them. They were more than enough to deal with intruders in Seattle. Cala will deal with this.

Kierran watched as the hunter turned now, giving him his full back as he slowly started to walk away. The man had a death wish. The Alpha did not wish him to walk him away, he deserved to die for the way he acted. A snarl escaped Kierran, loud and ugly as he prepared himself to spring forward now and sink his teeth into the man's flesh. He didn't care if there was engraved silver bullets, anything to bring this man down would be his dying pleasure. Though, he had to think, he couldn't be an animal no matter how hard it was. His weight shifted a little now, as the great wolf stared and watched his prey walk away before finally speaking, "And I'll tell your clan that you said hello." His voice was dangerously even, with a hint of a laugh. After all, it had been a long time since he'd been to Ireland.

[kaleb]

Kaleb laughed aloud for the Alpha to hear. He was enjoying himself despite the danger of his situation. It wasn't everyday that he had the chance to insult an Alpha who intended to kill him. He continued walking until the Alpha issued out a threat against his clan. Without thinking Kaleb turned and walked up to the Alpha and stared straight into his eyes as he said "My clan has fought and killed hundreds of your kind pup. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons! All of you little monsters have tried to fight and destroy my clan but each and every one of you have died against the power of my people!".

He was past the point of no return now, he could endure the threat of death and even hell but not the threat of his family. He threw the pistol away as he stood strong and pulled out his combat knife before saying "Come then wolf. Beast versus beast, animal versus animal! If you can beat me then you might have a percent of the chance to beat my clan, maybe!". He stood now a short distance away from the Alpha and readied himself for the brunt of the Alpha's attack.

While waiting for the attack a poem his father once read to him as a child played through his head. 'Into the frey once more. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day'. With the thought of his father Kaleb realized what drove him to be so angry and reckless. His parents and brother had been lost against the supernatural. The idea of this wolf killing another of his family drove him to be ready to fight and die against the Alpha.

Without backing down Kaleb moved a little. He had to be smart about this to have any chance of surviving. The gravestones and crypts allow for a better chance to avoid the Alpha as he had a chance to hid in the stone hideaways. He prepared to move as fast as he had to if the Alpha attacked. He wished silently that he hadn't thrown away his pistol. It would've helped tremendously in this fight. Slowly he came to terms with the idea that he might not survive. But he needed to survive, he had someone now. Someone he didn't want to leave yet. The image of her popped into his head, Bobbi. For her he would try to survive.

[kierrannovak]

His eyes narrowed a little as he stared at the hunter, annoyed at the fact that the man was laughing at his very situation. If anything, he should be in fear. Then again, these hunters, most of them don't fear dying any more, they don't care if they leave anything behind. His tail swished in annoyance, that was why Kierran choose to attack something else, something close to the heart when he was dealing with these annoying types of hunters. But so far, it was hard to get a reading on this Kaleb McPhail, other than the fact that he didn't like anything threatening his clan in Ireland. Kierran's ears flatten a little, "Innocent offspring, maybe," he snapped, "And don't through my kind together with demons. Shows how little you mere humans know about the world crumbling around you."

Kierran watched as the hunter tossed his gun now, and it went flying a good few feet before landing with a thump in the grass. Curious. He just stared at it for a moment before turning his head back towards Kaleb, a warning growl escaping him as he eyed the dagger. A close combat weapon. Kierran would rather deal with buckshot and salt rocks than the stings that a blade could bring on him. He wasn't stupid, he knew what bait was waiting for him. Plus, there was the matter of that gun. The large wolf side stepped a little, but his eyes remained on Kaleb who was moving in closer.

He allowed the hunter to believe that he was herding him to degree, that he was rather wary of him in general even though his growls were becoming consistently dangerous sounding. A trapped animal. A stupid animal. The gun was closer now, really close and then Kierran hopped to the side, his jaws snatching up the metal object in his teeth. Even though it wasn't touching him, he could sense the silver loaded in it. He wanted it far away, and with that, he turned and placed more distance between himself and the hunter before turning sharply, and letting the gun fly. The moment it flew though, the Alpha turned his attention Kaleb now, his full attention.

An ugly snarl escaped him, saliva dripping from his teeth in long tendrils as his black fur bristled to stand on end. The tombstones could be used to an advantage or disadvantage, but that still didn't mean that Kierran didn't wish to be in the forest right now. He darted closer now, snapping close to Kaleb before yielding away quickly, out of range, "I'm not going to kill you Kaleb McPhail, I'm going to break every bone in your body and leave you for the dead." His claws scraped at the ground, uprooting grass and dirt and flinging it towards the hunter now and moved in close, swinging his weight into into the human to crush him up against a tombstone.