Get a little HIGH on life

What the hell was Axel doing here?

The music was too loud, everyone was getting drunk, they were practically having sex on the dance floor, and the women looked like whores. These were the kinds of people that Axel tried to avoid. These people here were the ones that gave human kind a bad name and often made him wonder if he wanted to even save these disgusting people. They were nothing but full of sins and the next morning they’re going to be nothing but regret. So why was he doing it?

Because he was a hunter, and it was kind of a hunter’s code of “honor.” Protect those that have no idea that’s in the closet of the darkness, and to make sure that they keep their innocence. Although, a lot of the time, that doesn’t happen, most of the victims that survive their encounter with the supernatural end up knowing that everything that they were told was fake was real. So when they had told their parents that there was a monster in the closet, there was probably legit a monster in the closet, it’s kind of hard to erase that kind of knowledge from your head.

Axel stood in the corner of the club, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes gleaming with a look that warned others from getting close to him. He was here on business, he wasn’t here to take down some drunk girl and show her a good time. If anything, he would rather his women be straight and willing than drunk and stumbling. Even though he thought of everyone in here to be low lives, there was still some respect that he had, but it wasn’t a lot.

On the outside, his trusty companion, his German Sheppard Winry-Ann, was walking around the building keeping watch. Axel had trained that dog well, she knew the smells of the different creatures in the world, and knew when it was time for her to step in. Honestly, considering that his hunt had to do with a vampire, Axel would have liked to leave her back at the motel. That was a no go though.

After his last hunt, and being in Alaska, Axel’s body was taking a toll from the sudden temperature change and his left leg was beginning to bother him. It always started with his leg first, giving out on him, whacking it on things without even feeling it, all of those kinds of things. It was a terrible feeling to have that thought in your head, thinking that you’re about to be put into a wheelchair. Someone would’ve thought that when the bad news had rolled off of his tongue from that doctor that he would’ve taken it easy.

Of course not. Axel was as stubborn as stubborn could get and he wasn’t going to allow the thought of being paralyzed on his left side stop him from getting his hands around the neck of the demon that had killed his mother…

This train of thought had been knocked away from him when his leg had suddenly given out again and Axel had caught himself on a nearby table, the people sitting at it staring at him with a glare in their eye. They were judging him, and putting him into the category of a drunkard. Not even close. Axel enjoyed his alcohol, but he didn’t drink to get drunk. With a glare that spelt out death, the people stood and left their chairs quickly, giving the table up to the grumpy hunter.

He smirked as he eased himself down into the chair, his hand instantly going to his left leg, rubbing it in a frustrated way. This was something that Axel could go without. Hunting vampires was a hard case, and with someone who had a leg that was going to give out whenever it wanted too wasn’t something that he was looking forward too. That just meant that Winry-Ann would have to do most of the work and Axel would have to wait for the perfect moment to close in on the blood-sucking monster. He just hoped that he could get there before it was too late.

There was a frown on Axel’s face as someone clearly tripped on his leg, and he didn’t feel a thing. Maybe it was about time for him to call it a night, time for him to tuck himself into his bed and sleep away the numbness. No. He couldn’t, there were too many live riding on this, and it was a big thing. This vampire had been hunted before, which was another reason why Axel couldn’t let Winry do all of the work. For all he knew, his dog was probably already hurt…

That frown on his face deepened, and he was now more concentrated on the floor where there were millions of people. His eyes drifting to those at the side, conversing with each other and making out, and buying drinks… so on. It was all of the normal stuff, but there was something in particular that he was looking out for. He was looking out for a stiff man, someone who looked out of place, who watched his prey like a hawk… who was a skilled hunter.

And no, that didn’t mean him.

Besides, the moment that he turned his head a little bit to scan the rest of the dance club, his eye caught the attention of the young woman that he was apparently sitting next too. Had no idea who she was, had no idea why she was just sitting in the corner by herself, and really, Axel didn’t give a damn. All that he was interested about her was that she looked a little like the whores on the dance floor… a perfect meal for this vampire.

Awesome. Not.