A/N: When I'm finished with this it will be a short little three-part story, but it's based on an event in a roleplay I did once upon a time. I really enjoyed it so I decided to write about what I thought was the most interesting part. In the future, I may start from the beginning of the roleplay and this will be incorporated into a larger story, but for now I don't have the time. I cut out as much of the history as I could in order to preserve my sanity and your ability to understand what is going on, so if you are interested in how this event came to be, let me know. If I get enough interest, I will most definitely write it at some point in the future.
There she was. He could have picked her out of a crowd of a thousand people, but he didn't have to. She was standing there, just inside the shadows cast by the streetlight, alone, on the corner, just like she had promised.
"Glad to see you decided to meet with me," he said coolly as he approached, grateful for the slight accent he had picked up since he'd been out of the country as well as the hood that kept his face slightly hidden.
"Don't be so happy yet," she replied in an equally cool manner as she turned to face him. "I said I'd hear your proposal. I didn't say I'd accept it."
"Right, well, could we go somewhere a bit more private?" he asked, glancing down the road on both sides. There was no one out, but that didn't mean someone wouldn't come by.
"Say what you have to say or we have nothing to talk about," she said coldly, her hazel eyes not leaving his.
He sighed. She hadn't changed at all. Then again, he would have been very surprised if she didn't act this way. "Alright then. Well, I represent an organization, centralized primarily in Ireland, dedicated to the extinction of all creatures of the night, but primarily vampires. As I'm sure you've noticed in your own hunting, the threat is becoming exponentially higher at an alarming rate."
"Makes for good business," she said in a flat tone, crossing her arms.
"Right, well, I'm sure you can imagine how concerned we are about this and we've received numerous reports from our agents in the area that you are quite a rising star in the field."
"And your point is?" she asked, not reacting in any way to the compliment.
He took a deep breath. "The point is, the world is becoming exceedingly more dangerous and it would be in your best interests and ours if you were to join us."
She smirked. "And what do you know about my best interests?"
"You've done well for a solo hunter, but your kind are quickly becoming extinct. If you join you'll not only have our protection and superior technology at your disposal, you'll also have the honor of being a part of our cause."
"The extinction of the creatures you hunt."
"Yeah. Don't think so. I'd rather take my chances," she said, turning sharply around and starting down the alleyway.
He wasn't about to let her get away so quickly. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her back around. "Look," he said, a bit more forcefully, "I don't think you're fully grasping the danger you're in or the offer I'm making you."
She slapped his hand off her shoulder. "Don't touch me," she spat, glaring at him. "I don't want anything to with you or the stupid organization you represent. Now, if you know what's best for you, you'll go back where you came from and leave me the hell alone."
All he could do was stand there, watching her. He had lost her once and here he was about to do it again. "And what if I don't know what's best for me?" he asked.
She opened her mouth as if to reply when she suddenly closed it again, her eyes searching the shadows of his face. "Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.
Hesitantly, he reached up and pushed the hood back, revealing the entirety of his face in the dim light of the street lamp. He sighed, watching her face for a reaction.
Recognition slowly dawned on her face, replaced by anger in another heartbeat. "Stay the hell away from me," she spat, backing away from him.
"Would you just—"
"No, I don't want to hear it. Just leave me alone," she said angrily, disappearing into the shadows.
He sighed, now alone on the street corner. When the board had brought her name up for discussion of possible recruitment, he'd jumped at the chance to track her down, to see her again. Not for one second had he considered what her reaction would be or how much it would hurt. Now here he stood, staring blankly into the darkness after her, having failed his mission.
He shook his head, refusing to let this go. He took off in a run after her, intent on catching her. She wouldn't escape him this time. She would see his side of things whether she wanted to or not, and he would prove to her that she was wrong.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, her angry words filling the silence of the dark forest around them as she stepped over the body of the now completely dead vampire. "You couldn't just leave me alone and get back on your fucking boat to Europe."
He just looked at her, the crossbow still in his hand from shooting the vampire. His face was unreadable. "I just saved your life," he said, his words cold and even as he watched her advance toward him. "You should be thanking me right now."
"Yeah? Well, I'm not. If you thought coming over here and playing the hero would get me to go with you, you're sadly mistaken. I had everything under control until you showed up," she spat, her eyes burning with anger.
He let out a sarcastic laugh. "Right, completely under control. It had you pinned to a tree with no chance of escape. If I hadn't showed up, you'd be dead right now."
"Yes, because the little boy that ran off to Europe for two years has so much more knowledge about this than I do," she replied sarcastically. "Please, I owe you nothing. Stay the hell away from me or vampires won't be the only thing I enjoy killing anymore," she growled, turning to stalk away.
"I'm so scared," he said, rolling his eyes. "Please, you couldn't kill me even if you wanted to."
She turned back around, her face a mask of determination and her eyes burning with fury. Though he was a bit taller than she was, he couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by her appearance.
"Don't tempt me," she growled, not blinking as she gazed right back at his cold stare.
He crossed his arms. "You've always been all talk and no follow through, I'm hardly scared."
She glared at him. "Fuck you," she spat before turning to stalk off.
He sighed, shaking his head. He'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it was clear that it was the only way to get her to see his side of things, to make her come with him. He pulled a small pipe out from the side of his knapsack. He quickly aimed and blew into one end.
A small dart flew out the other end, hitting her right in the arm. She immediately yanked it out and turned back toward him. "WHAT THE HELL are you trying to…"
Before she could finish her sentence, the substance inside the dart caused her to begin losing consciousness. He lurched across the gap between them as she collapsed, catching her before she could hit the ground.
He brushed her hair away from her face, looking down at her now relaxed features, tracing the scar that ran along the side of her face. As much as she hated him, he couldn't help but hope somewhere, deep down, the spark that had brought them together the first time still burned, however faintly. Only time would tell.
Gently as he could, he disappeared into the night again, carrying her in his arms.
Slowly, her mind began to slip back into consciousness. She was aware of a slight rocking sensation, which she attributed to dizziness from the poison in the dart. The next thing she noticed was the softness of what she was laying on. Realization hit her and she slammed back into full consciousness, sitting bolt upright in the bed.
She was in a small wood-paneled room with mirror against one wall and a small circular window against the adjacent one. There was closet door a little to the left of the bed and at the far end of the room was a door leading out somewhere. Her cloak was hanging on the hook on the door. She felt violated. Her anger was reignited, but the rocking of the room was starting to make her sick.
Dreading what she feared what she'd see outside, she scrambled to the window. As far as the eye could see, waves of blue.
She turned from the window, her stomach churning with every wave that hit the side of the boat. The bastard had kidnapped her because she wouldn't come back with him to Europe without realizing how very seasick she could get.
She headed for the door, intent on finding her way to the deck with the hope that the air would ease her sickness and that she would find him and make him pay for what he had just done. When she opened it, she was surprised to find a single hallway with two other doors and a small staircase up to a door where light was shining through. It was a much smaller vessel than she had expected.
She raced up the stairs, the queasiness beginning to overcome her. Without paying any mind to whom or what was on the deck, she raced to the edge, just in time throw-up over the edge.
Hearing her gagging behind him, he turned from what he was doing at the front of the boat to see her hanging over the edge. He smirked slightly before turning and crossing the deck and disappearing below. He returned shortly, a bottle in his hand.
He watched her again as she stared out past the horizon, trying to overcome her seasickness. "I wouldn't try swimming if I were you," he commented, watching her jump slightly at the sound of her voice. "We're a long way off and your chances of getting back to shore are pretty slim," he added, walking up beside her and leaning against the railing beside her.
She said nothing as she turned to face him. If looks could kill, the one she wore would have struck him dead in a heartbeat.
"Here," he said, holding out the bottle to her. "It'll help with the seasickness."
She watched him suspiciously, hesitantly taking it from him. Tentatively, she sniffed the mouth of the bottle. Then, staring him right in the eyes, she held the bottle over the railing and emptied the contents into the water.
He gritted his teeth, keeping calm. He knew she was doing this out of defiance, and he probably deserved it.
She looked at the empty bottle, as if debating what to do with it. Then, she turned to the railing and chucked it as far as she could into the ocean. She turned back to face him. "You're right," she said. "I feel so much better now."
He took a deep breath. "Look, I know you're pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but if you'll just hear me out--"
"There is nothing to talk about," she spat, clearly holding back her anger the best she could. "You left. You came back. I told you to stay the hell away from me and you kidnapped me. What the hell do expect to accomplish with this whole stunt?"
"Time for you to listen to what I have to say," he said, staring right into her eyes. "It will be you and me alone on this boat for at least a week and a half. There's nowhere for you to run."
She glared at him. "If you think that for one minute that trapping me in the middle of the ocean will give you any chance at winning me back, you've got another thing coming. All you've done is given me another reason to hate you."
"You can cut the theatrics because I don't want to hear it."
"Well I guess you should have thought of that before you kidnapped me."
The face-off would have continued if not for her overwhelming seasickness causing her to turn back to the railing. He just shook his head. "When you finally decide to accept my help instead of dumping it into the ocean, I won't be hard to find," he said before returning to his work.