A Belmont working together with another Hunter what a Joke

The streets of Oakheart, stories, about the nightclub here, and just Oakheart in general, special shops being connected to the supernatural had a way of making a man like Hunter sick, or maybe it was just the whisky. As he took a sip of his flask, before he sat down waiting for the woman, he would work together with, mostly he stayed away from other Hunter´s or at least kept his name out. But this time, he had no problem with it, even though it probably was the alcohol talking, the Belmonts had a name, there had been cursed not just by the creatures they hunted but also the humans and other Hunter´s stories about them, being connected to black magic, or using black magic.

That could even be enough to let the Belmont´s being targets by other Hunter´s even if they did not know the truth to be honest, not even Hunter knew it anymore.  An all the people who, maybe knew the answers where dead, he was the last of his line, the last Belmont´, but the end would come eventually, and for every demon and vampire he could, throw back into the shit-hold they came from, would be his legacy. And it would be enough for him, he knew his line would end with him. He knew he would never have a family again, so fighting and drinking was his life, there was nothing else to it, fighting and drinking would be his end.  

That kind of ending, was something not all, could accepted but he was ready, when death would come, he would face it, hopefully not sober. He then took another sip of his flask before he put it inside his jacket, and looked down on his phone the other Hunter´should be here any min now.

Outfit

Calliope was okay with working with others. But unless it was someone, she had confidence in, she didn’t think they were going to be much help. She just believed many people thought they could be hunters and being shit at it. She had worked hard for this and would not let some guy with a superiority complex ruin it for her. She had not dressed up too much. She wanted to just have an outfit that was easy to move around in. It might seem like she was weaponless, but it wasn’t true. She had mastered the art of hiding weapons on her body, without it being obvious. And of course, she could always call for her soul sword, Devna. It was the perk of having a sword bound to your soul.
Calliope only cared about other hunters, if they somehow got on her radar. If they stayed out of her way, she didn’t mind them. Unless they were her allies, of course, but not many of them were. She had fallen over the name Belmont in her research, but she had honestly believed them to be a dead bloodline. She hadn’t heard from any of them in a while. Maybe they couldn’t keep up with the other hunter families, or maybe the bloodline just got infected by supernaturals and the hunter gene died out.
Nevertheless, she was going to meet one of them now, so they couldn’t be completely useless. She arrived and on her way to him, she saw him put the flask into his pocket. She walked up to him. She had seen a picture of him before going out. She stood in front of him. The top of her head would align with the top of his ears. He was likely about 10 centimeters taller than her. ”You are going to follow my lead and only speak when I ask you to, got it?” She might come off strong, but she had a very specific way to do things, and nobody was going to get in her way.

As the woman appeared in front of him demanding him to follow her lead, he gave a chuckle. “ Sure Beautiful, its not the end of the world not taking charge, but know this the missone comes first.” He added before he pull his flask out again taking another sip, that was until he noticed there, was no more alcohol in it only drops. He then gave a sigh before, he would put it inside his jacket, where his amulet was the weapon made for killing demons and vampires by angels and given to the Belmont family, to protect them.

Silver bullet was also hidden inside, as he had gotten his hand on a gun, and a smaller thing such as holy water, and other stuff.  “You most be joking, Calliope, I will speak but I can work together, and follow your orders, if the plan works if, not only thing that matters is killing the beast and sending a message.” He added before, he closed his jacket. As the rain started to slowly fall down on everyone in the city.


This woman seemed confident at least, she had not killed him on sight, like other hunter´s sometimes had tried to do to his bloodline. Being a part of this bloodline, was not easy, never being seen as a complete Hunter, because of the Rumours of black magic, being connected to your bloodline, just because they did not follow the same creed, they were not protectors, as such only thing they, where made for was killing the creatures hiding under the beds, like vampires and demons.  As they got soaked in the rain, he looked at her for a moment, “what is the target, I know its either a demon or a vampire, maybe more than one, why would, Hunter´s else need to work together, so what is it.?” He asked, clearly, interested in getting on with it, so he could drink again, a sorry excuse for a Hunter, some would say but some would also say that, he knew how his life would end why not make the most of it.

”Don’t call me that,” she said without looking at him. She flipped her head to him when he kept speaking. ”And what should come above it?” It was not that she didn’t know she was beautiful. It made others want her, and assume she wanted them too. But her standards were high, and not many could reach them. She might pretend sometimes, but it was just that: Pretend. She looked at him when he took forward the flask. She was about to comment on it, but just smiled for herself, when it was empty.
She had decided to just ignore him, unless he said something she needed to respond to. She looked over at him when he spoke about sending a message. ”And what message is it you wish to send?” To her, it was not about sending a message. That was something you did, if you needed recognition for your work. She didn’t. When she had been younger, it had been a part of it. She had wanted her family to be proud of her, but now she did it, because someone needed to protect the humans, and she had the training and abilities to do so.

She hadn’t tried to kill him yet. The night was still young. He was already getting on her nerves. The only reason she did this, was because her family had arranged this. It was a way of figuring out if the Belmont’s were really as corrupt as the rumors said. So far, nothing about him screamed black magic, but she couldn’t tell yet. She was getting wet as they walked through the city. She moved her hair back and put it in a messy ponytail. ”You should have a gotten a memo describing the assignment.” Either he hadn’t gotten it, or just not bothered reading it. It was irresponsible in her opinion either way. ”Two blooddemons,” she explained. She was sure she could have taken them on by herself, but it was a good way to see, if he had loyalty to other hunters. If not, she would have to take them out on her own. It shouldn’t be too difficult, unless he worked directly against it. ”How much training do you have?”

As she seemed to be a bit annoyed of what he calls her, he gave out a sigh, “sorry my bad Calliope.” He really, did not want to start a fight with another Hunter ‘the demons and vampires always took priority when it came to him.

When she asked what, kind of message, he chuckled, before he answered her question even though he thought it made sense. “That if they hurt humans there are consequences, I think it is and easy enough thing to follow, but clearly they have not understood it.” He added as he raised his eyebrow to her, before he started to walk with her, yeah, a memo talking about two demons, made sense.
“yeah, two blood demons, all I really paid attention to, that it was demons or vampires.” He added before he kept going, with her down trough the city.

When she asked how long he had trained, he looked at her. “They did not tell you? Well since I could walk and talk, my family trained me to it.” He added before he walked on with her, at least he had something pretty to look at right even if it was another Hunter.

“You ?” He asked clearly wanting and answer for her, to he did not care for demons and vampires, if he was looky neither did she, because he could not deal with a person seeing the good in those two races. Maybe, that was connected to his past, or maybe he just did not like them, or maybe it was both, but in theory these creatures had always been hiding under human’s beds.