Post by Florian Raniari on Oct 30, 2010 18:52:57 GMT -5
It makes perfect sense.
That was Sastre's first thought as he watched Mac, whom he'd been following for the past hour or so, scamper aboard the black jet that waited at the end of the runway, ready to take off at a moment's notice. The name "Abrielle" was painted in a deep crimson red on the side of the jet, and Sastre smiled bitterly, knowing that he'd finally found Darian. The bastard had been living in the one place that Sastre had never thought to check: high, high above, on board his own private plane.
But was he really ready for this, to face the evil vampire that had been tormenting him for these past decades? He was armed, but only with a single long blade hidden carefully in his sling, and a 9mm loaded with dead man's blood hollow-points (that he'd lifted skillfully from Lily) in his back pocket. His hope was that Darian, seeing his arm in a cast and sling still, would be caught off guard when Sastre revealed that the arm was, in fact, fully healed. It might through the fang off a bit, and even a moment's surprise or hesitation would be all Sastre needed. He could take Darian's head with the blade, he was certain, but he would have felt better with a machete, and with a shotgun filled with his custom vampire-killing shells.
There was always the possibility, too, that "Abrielle" could take off at any moment. He had little time to prepare, and he'd have to make do with what he had. Before facing Darian, though, Sastre knew that there was something else he had to take care of, and the thought of it nearly killed him.
Slipping quickly and quietly into the main terminal, all the while watching intently out the window to assure that "Abrielle" remained grounded, he made his way to the bank of pay-phones that lined one wall. Picking one up, he dug through his pocket until he found enough change, and dialed Madison's cell. It rang once or twice before she answered.
"Hello?" she asked timidly, the sound of her voice causing Sastre's stomach to twist.
"It's Sastre," he replied quickly, still a bit out of breath from his trek across town. "Listen, I don't have a lot of time, but I had to call you before I did anything. It's happening, Madison. Now. I have Darian in a position where I can take him by surprise."
There was a slight pause, and Sastre heard Madison sighing in relief at the sound of his voice. A second later, though, what he'd said caught up with her, and when she spoke, she sounded less than thrilled.
"You're going after him now? Alone? Where are you? Sastre...what's going on?"
"I'm not going to tell you where I am, Madison. I know you'd just come running, and that would put you in more danger. I have a shot at Darian, now, and I'm going to take it. This... This might be goodbye." Those were some of the hardest words he'd ever had to say...
At that moment, a plane came down for a landing, its engines roaring and its landing gear squeaking as it touched down, rolling down the runway and obscuring Sastre's view of "Abrielle" for a moment. He mentally cursed, moving this way and that for a better angle, relived when he finally saw the black jet still sitting at the end of the runway, showing no sign that it was taking off any time soon.
Madison's voice came over the line, tinged with panic. "No, this isn't goodbye!! Don't talk like that." She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her voice had steadied a bit. "Sastre...please...tell me what's going on?"
The old hunter plunged ahead, not wishing to loose his nerve as he spoke to her. "These last few weeks have meant a lot to me, Madison. You've shown me what its like to have that normal life I've wanted for so long. It hasn't been perfect, but... But it's been damn close."
"Sastre...please...stop talking like that okay? You're coming back," she continued, worry creeping back into her voice.
He was about to respond when a massive passenger jet roared past outside, rumbling down the runway before taking awkwardly to the sky. Eventually, once the tumult had died down, Madison spoke once more. She sounded hurt, and afraid, and Sastre had to steel himself against her words.
"Just...tell me where you are...I can come say see ya later in person."
Shaking his head and squeezing the receiver tightly, Sastre clenched his eyes shut, shaking a bit. "I can't do that, Madison. Tell Lily I love her. I'm sorry." With that, he slammed the phone down, a bit harder than he'd intended. He couldn't speak to her anymore, not without giving something away, or losing his nerve.
Finally, his knees shaking and feeling a bit weak, Sastre exited the terminal and strode purposefully toward the jet sitting at the end of the runway. Whether the few scurrying airport workers thought he belonged there, or whether they just didn't care what he was doing, the hunter didn't know, but he made it to "Abrielle" unhindered. It seemed to loom over him as he stood in its shadow.
Taking a deep breath, and saying a silent prayer, Sastre drew his gun and crept carefully up the steps leading into the jet, trying to shake off the feeling that he was marching onward to oblivion.
((TAG Brennan/Darian/Lily/Mac/Madison/Will))
That was Sastre's first thought as he watched Mac, whom he'd been following for the past hour or so, scamper aboard the black jet that waited at the end of the runway, ready to take off at a moment's notice. The name "Abrielle" was painted in a deep crimson red on the side of the jet, and Sastre smiled bitterly, knowing that he'd finally found Darian. The bastard had been living in the one place that Sastre had never thought to check: high, high above, on board his own private plane.
But was he really ready for this, to face the evil vampire that had been tormenting him for these past decades? He was armed, but only with a single long blade hidden carefully in his sling, and a 9mm loaded with dead man's blood hollow-points (that he'd lifted skillfully from Lily) in his back pocket. His hope was that Darian, seeing his arm in a cast and sling still, would be caught off guard when Sastre revealed that the arm was, in fact, fully healed. It might through the fang off a bit, and even a moment's surprise or hesitation would be all Sastre needed. He could take Darian's head with the blade, he was certain, but he would have felt better with a machete, and with a shotgun filled with his custom vampire-killing shells.
There was always the possibility, too, that "Abrielle" could take off at any moment. He had little time to prepare, and he'd have to make do with what he had. Before facing Darian, though, Sastre knew that there was something else he had to take care of, and the thought of it nearly killed him.
Slipping quickly and quietly into the main terminal, all the while watching intently out the window to assure that "Abrielle" remained grounded, he made his way to the bank of pay-phones that lined one wall. Picking one up, he dug through his pocket until he found enough change, and dialed Madison's cell. It rang once or twice before she answered.
"Hello?" she asked timidly, the sound of her voice causing Sastre's stomach to twist.
"It's Sastre," he replied quickly, still a bit out of breath from his trek across town. "Listen, I don't have a lot of time, but I had to call you before I did anything. It's happening, Madison. Now. I have Darian in a position where I can take him by surprise."
There was a slight pause, and Sastre heard Madison sighing in relief at the sound of his voice. A second later, though, what he'd said caught up with her, and when she spoke, she sounded less than thrilled.
"You're going after him now? Alone? Where are you? Sastre...what's going on?"
"I'm not going to tell you where I am, Madison. I know you'd just come running, and that would put you in more danger. I have a shot at Darian, now, and I'm going to take it. This... This might be goodbye." Those were some of the hardest words he'd ever had to say...
At that moment, a plane came down for a landing, its engines roaring and its landing gear squeaking as it touched down, rolling down the runway and obscuring Sastre's view of "Abrielle" for a moment. He mentally cursed, moving this way and that for a better angle, relived when he finally saw the black jet still sitting at the end of the runway, showing no sign that it was taking off any time soon.
Madison's voice came over the line, tinged with panic. "No, this isn't goodbye!! Don't talk like that." She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her voice had steadied a bit. "Sastre...please...tell me what's going on?"
The old hunter plunged ahead, not wishing to loose his nerve as he spoke to her. "These last few weeks have meant a lot to me, Madison. You've shown me what its like to have that normal life I've wanted for so long. It hasn't been perfect, but... But it's been damn close."
"Sastre...please...stop talking like that okay? You're coming back," she continued, worry creeping back into her voice.
He was about to respond when a massive passenger jet roared past outside, rumbling down the runway before taking awkwardly to the sky. Eventually, once the tumult had died down, Madison spoke once more. She sounded hurt, and afraid, and Sastre had to steel himself against her words.
"Just...tell me where you are...I can come say see ya later in person."
Shaking his head and squeezing the receiver tightly, Sastre clenched his eyes shut, shaking a bit. "I can't do that, Madison. Tell Lily I love her. I'm sorry." With that, he slammed the phone down, a bit harder than he'd intended. He couldn't speak to her anymore, not without giving something away, or losing his nerve.
Finally, his knees shaking and feeling a bit weak, Sastre exited the terminal and strode purposefully toward the jet sitting at the end of the runway. Whether the few scurrying airport workers thought he belonged there, or whether they just didn't care what he was doing, the hunter didn't know, but he made it to "Abrielle" unhindered. It seemed to loom over him as he stood in its shadow.
Taking a deep breath, and saying a silent prayer, Sastre drew his gun and crept carefully up the steps leading into the jet, trying to shake off the feeling that he was marching onward to oblivion.
((TAG Brennan/Darian/Lily/Mac/Madison/Will))
