A Demon in Search of its Prey (Ben, Open)

[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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There were so many things in this world that Jennifer had never known. Granted, she never cared to know either. Now that she did, though, things would be very different. Very, very, different. There was new found appreciation for tactics, for cunning, and for mental warfare - all things that would help Jennifer overcome foes. Cower her kin. Accelerate her to a paragon of her kind. That was the aspiration now. Being the first of her kind to graft intellect to brutal combat, thus creating a much more efficient fighter. Mindlessly charging into the fray was, she must admit, a thrill. There wasn't much else out there like random acts of carnage, blood of innocent humans filling the night air. But. Jennifer was over two centuries old now. The time had come to do and mean more.

In the mean time, there were many a thing to be done with Jennifers' time and rush of intellect. First and foremost, something had to be done with the charming pictures of Kara (she learned her name eventually thanks to the blood) she'd acquired a few nights past. She thought she had the perfect idea too. This woman - Kara - posed a threat to Jennifer still; much greater than any individual before her. Enduring humiliation as she did would only drive her to find means to justice against Jennifer. There was no telling what she was capable of this respect, but having an insight into her mind certainly gave her clues. She may rally the covens against the Drakken, enlist the Aranai or... Well, there wasn't much else she could think of that would actually really cause a problem. But it didn't matter. Whatever it was, Jennifer didn't really want it happening. So she had to be made to suffer to the point of resigning all attempts at retribution, or provoked into something pathetically stupid where she could be killed. That was the only way to keep safe.

It was really stupid keeping that bitch alive. Some things, there should not be a first for.

That night she'd spent a lot of time drawing what blood she could from her clothes, (and there was a LOT of it) and containing it for later use. It was too difficult keeping it from her brethren. She'd never really noticed it before, but damn, they could smell blood fucking anywhere. It was too precious to waste on the pathetic newborns. And so, being the crafty Vampire that she had become, she hid it. Underwater, deep underwater, near their prison fortress. Few Vampires cared to swim anyways. Fewer would care enough to look there for her prize. Next, Jennifer had done something completely foreign to her. Despite her new control of mind, she was still very uncomfortable with it.

Shopping.

Well, not shopping persay. All the same, she was entering a human part of the city, a store in fact, with the purpose of not killing them. It wasn't easily done. The entire time the scent of blood kept teasing her. Sapping her focus. She had to keep reminding herself that it was for a much better cause, so she couldn't. She was there to make copies of her pictures, and nothing more. The clerks face was priceless though. He went into the back to process her copies, and returned a few minutes later totally flushed of colour. Looked like he wanted to ask why she had such pictures, but was far too afraid of the answer to dare do it.

Armed with her camera, several copies of Kara in all sorts of sizes, and some vials of her blood Jennifer set off to a new location - Shiver nightclub. She'd never have guessed in a million years that that was where the pretty little whores hid themselves. Made sense now of course. God damn, being dumb really wasn't any fun. Not compared to the fun she was going to have. But she had to be quick. The scent of Drakken wouldn't be one the Valen were accustomed to smelling in their club, if anything could be smelled in the smorgasbord of scents that had to exist in there. Work needed to be finished before the cavalry caught her scent and tried to thwart her.

The second her thick leather boots stepped inside the building, Jennifer found her head swimming. The noise. The vibrations beating through her chest. The scents. The flashing lights. All of it, intoxicating to the sensitive Vampire senses. All the intellect in the world could not have prepared her from the sensory overload, nor could it help her after the fact. Her tattooed hand gripped her chest, above her heart. It felt like it was beating again. Just what the fuck was this place? Jennifer snapped out of it when a couple pushed past her from behind, knocking Jennifer a few steps into the club. Never before had Jennifer thought she'd ever be intimidated by something, let alone a room.

As quickly as she could, Jennifer began prowling through the sea of light, colour and flesh in search of someone she recognized from memories that weren't her own. Someone she could trust to finish her job for her. Luckily, she found who she was looking for rather quickly. A pair of dancers were knocked forcefully to the ground by Jennifer in her haste towards the bar. But Jennifer didn't care. Her restraint was already fading to violence. The usual grip of blood lust was unavoidable in a room full of tightly packed, unsuspecting humans and Vampires. Scarlet eyes found the deep green ones of the hostess behind the counter. Whoever this woman was, Kara had known her to be a Valen. And thus, so did Jennifer. Out of her leather vest slid a handful of pictures of Kara, defiled and defeated, carefully wrapped to protect them from the eyes of those that it did not concern. Jennifer slid them across the counter towards the Vampire, who's eyes had found Jennifers death covered arm. From the other pocket came a vial of Kara's blood, with a small note wrapped around it, written with the womans' blood as though it were ink.

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Dearest Benjamin Kanst;

You're next.
:)

Jennifer Stone

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[/size]Jennifer waited until the woman picked them both up before grasping her wrist firmly with her stronger hand.[/color] "For Kansts' eyes only." Immediately after her wrist was released, she took off towards a door not far from the bar, and disappeared behind it. It was done. Jennifer did what she needed to here. She could already see the mans face if the blood made it to him. Events would replay for him in reverse chronological order, meaning the first thing he'd see would be everything he did to Kara. Perfect. [/size] "Hey bitch,"[/color][/size] someone shouted towards Jennifer, causing her to wheel about to face her very, very unlucky man, [/color]"Who the fuck do you think you are?"[/size] He sealed the deal with what must have been an aggressive push for a human, though Jennifer didn't budge. It caused the man to take a step back and examine his hands, as if they'd suddenly stopped working for him. In that instance of time, Jennifer lost her mind. The beat of the music coursing through her veins, and the desire for fresh blood taking hold.

There were no more thoughts. Jennifer reached out and snapped grasped the mans neck. Wasn't even enough time for him to breath a 'help' before his neck was snapped, killing him. A few people gasped and screamed at the sight. Seeing no more use for him, Jennifer rolled her shoulder and flung his body into the crowd of dancers, knocking many of them over. A lot of people gasped and screamed at this point, many scrambling to get out of the club. Her attention turned to a nearby Valen; a short, skinny guy with a knife in each hand, barreling towards Jennifer with fury. She grinned, and leaped on top of him, sinking her face into the mans neck. In his flailing, one of his knives managed to catch Jennifers back. It tore a hole through her leather vest before sinking, shallow, into her skin. He was at this point dead, but all Jennifer could feel was the warm, sticky blood dripping down her throat and off her chin.

More chaos erupted around. For some reason the music never ceased though. A small handful of Valens emerged from the sea of fleeing people; the few brave ones. Each keeping their distance from Jennifer, still hunched over the downed man. She didn't want to leave his freshly torn neck. They entire place was a tease, and she couldn't handle it any longer. But a fight, was a fight. Jennifer rose slowly, blood still dripping from her face and hands. She shot a quick glance at the door. It wasn't too far away, and god help any Valen who think they could match her strength if she needs to get out. But who would want to leave when all the fun was going to happen inside[/font][/justify][/blockquote][/size]

[BENJAMIN KANST]

It had been nearly a week and Ben still figured out what to do about Aurelia. He had no idea where she was, but every second without her was torture. Now that he knew she was back, he wanted nothing more than to hold her again. But, everything had changed. They couldn't go back to how it once was. Nothing would ever be the same again without their children, their home. All of this left Ben wondering what to do. There was no meaning to his life without Aurelia, and he didn't know how to get her back. He didn't know if she even wanted him back. That last kiss, still lingered on his lips though and Ben couldn't get it out of his mind. He'd turned to even more alcohol, harder drugs to keep his mind occupied. The only thing he managed to stay away from, was women. His mood the last week had been temperamental and the entire coven was learning very quickly that it was best to avoid him. This was probably the most antisocial he'd ever been and it seemed that no one knew how to deal with it. And yet, the coven and club seemed to get along just fine without Ben.

Once again, it was a typical night in Shiver. Ben had done inventory all day, trying to figure who wasn't paying for their alcohol. It was a surprisingly hard job to keep the nightclub open every night and most people seemed to forget that. After a few hours of trying to account for lost bottles and broken shotglasses, Ben finally snapped and yelled at the bartenders about responsibility. Sure, he probably wasn't the best person to be speaking about responsibility, but then again, he wasn't getting paid to keep track of those things. He was just about ready to fire one of them, but Ben caught himself just in time. It would be a Friday night and if he was going to fire any of them, he'd at least wait until Sunday so he had a week to find replacements. Until then, he was going to figure out which of those idiots couldn't keep track of people's tabs. He hated dealing with the money aspect of the club, but if he wasn't going to do it then he sure as hell wasn't going to convince another Valen to do it. He was pretty sure math was a subject the coven wasn't too keen on. Maybe it was time to hire a couple more accountants. The only problem with that was, humans, just couldn't trust them. They died too easily.

Holding back his rage, Ben stormed down to the Valen headquarters below and grabbed a bottle of wine. As he made his way to the small office in the back, he grabbed a pill bottle from one of the Valen's lounging around and dumped out a few pills, not bothering to check what they were. It was well known that Ben didn't know how to deal with stress and just watching him, it was very obvious. For Ben's lifestyle, stress was rarely around and when he did have to deal with it, there were ways of making it disappear. Not this time though. This time, he would actually have to face the consequences and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Walking into the office, Ben shut the door and collapsed in a nearby chair. Most people didn't realize the office even existed, but even they needed someplace to deal with the money. There were only a handful of vampires working and when Ben entered the room, they all stopped to stare at him. He merely popped the bottle of wine open and threw the pills in his mouth. Washing it down with a gulp of wine, he raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "What? Do your damn jobs....until then, we'll just sit here and be friends."

Needless to say, the next few hours were awkward. Ben was finding too much joy in mocking the others while they tried to do their job. He was pretty sure a few of them were ready to beat their leader up, but held back for obvious reasons. Still, a few hours in and Ben was pretty tired of insulting them. Plus, he was positive that their hatred for him had managed to get them to accomplish nearly an entire week's worth of work. So worth it. "All right, pack it up. Take the night off," he grinned and waited until the room cleared out. It only took a few seconds, leaving Ben alone in the room alone. He sighed and kicked his feet up, swirling what was left of the wine lazily in one hand. Just as he leaned all the back in the chair, a Valen burst through the door and handed him a bound package along with a small vial of blood. Without another thought, he opened the package and began flicking through the....what the hell was this? Slowly Ben sat up as he stared at the gruesome pictures that had just been delivered to him. His eyebrows knitted together in concern when he realized who it was. Kara Aldridge.

Someone had attacked the Teryn leader. Disturbed by the images, Ben finished off the bottle of wine and unwrapped the note attached to the vial. You're next. What was this? Someone taking out coven leaders? Walking out of the office, Ben glanced around, searching for the person who delivered this to him. "Who the fuck gave you this?" When she was unable to answer, Ben opened the vial and brought it to his lips. He took a hesitant sniff before draining the vial. It was a bad idea. Immediately Kara's last memories flashed back and Ben almost roared, feeling the intense pain she had been in. Images of her attacker flashed in quick succession, and suddenly it was gone. When they finally stopped, he opened his eyes to find himself on his knees, clutching his head in the middle of the Valen headquarters. Attention wasn't directed towards him though, but instead towards the commotion downstairs. One of the security guards burst through the door, screaming about the chaos outside. Pushing himself off the ground, Ben immediately knew what was going on. "I want this place cleared in two minutes. NOW,"

[/color] he yelled at the nearest group of Valen's. As he walked up the stairs, Ben pulled the knife out of his back pocket and flicked it open.

Already the place was clearing out pretty quickly. When he saw the dead human and his attacker, Ben rolled his eyes and walked towards them. A group of vampires lingered around, looking ready to fight, but incredibly weary of the woman. "What the fuck is the meaning of this? Do you know how damn hard it already is to keep the police off this place? And then you go and kill one in front of....Oh for fuck's sake, you're a Drakken," Ben threw his hands up, exasperated when he got close enough to recognize her scent. "Really? Really?!" A bunch of fucking idiots. He was surrounded by a bunch of idiots. "Well are you at least having a better night than I am? Yeah, let's all fuck around with the Valens because screwing over one coven leader isn't good enough," Ben snarled, not even bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice. He hadn't even given any thought as to what the Drakken was going to do with him, he was just pissed that he had to deal with this. "And now I suppose you're going to make a point. Just get this over with, I don't even care."
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notes: so...it kind of sucks
credit: REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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I T S A L L C O M I N G D O W N
the world ends and fades out[/font][/size][/center]

The air seemed to stand still with all the weak little Valens playing the number game around Jennifer. Centuries of knowledge gave her insight as to what to do when surrounded by multiple foes. Drakken strength gave her the command to carry out such capabilities - something a Teryn could never do. Quite calmly Jennifer glanced around her, taking note of who was where. A pair of Valens stood behind her, thinking they blocked her exit. Three more stood more or less in front of her. None of them seemed to enjoying what they'd signed up for, each shooting nervous glances at the body of the fallen. Who would make the first move?

Without much warning, a challenger appeared. Reeking of frustration, he stomped over towards Jennifer and starting fuming, pointing out quite stupidly that she was a Drakken, as if she didn't already know. It was all she could do to contain her laughter and smile politely back at him until he was quite finished venting. Poor little boy.

[/size] "You misunderstand me, Benjamin Kanst. Any "point" I had to prove is already swimming through your mind, and those images will burn there forever. This," she winked, gesturing towards the bloodied body, "this is merely for fun."

Lazily she gazed around for some way to make things more interesting. She couldn't find much though. All the people had fled finally, leaving Jennifer standing in the middle of the dancer floor surrounded by 6 Valns now. Iron bars created the illusion of a sort of boxing right around them. It wasn't much of a cage, but it was enough to inspire Jennifer to keep fighting. But would they? "Well don't mind me. I'll just stay and have fun with the place, there's no reason for any of you to get involved. That is, unless you have some sort of problem with my new decor arrangements," she snorted, meaning the body on the floor. Her tone was playful and teasing, almost flirtatious. Obviously, directed towards Benjamin. Jennifer did her best to put a pout and flutter eye lashes as she continued, heavily mocking Benjamin for his known tendency towards a single thing. "You seem like you need to... blow a load off Benjamin Kanst. Why don't you play with me, here, alone? Who knows, maybe you'll have fun? Or am I too much woman for you to handle by yourself?" She grinned playfully at the Valen leader. He wasn't very impressive at all. Then again, neither was that Kara woman, and to top it off, she was pretty stupid as well. So much being the brainy ones. This one seemed scrawny, selfish, and really easy to snap in half. Jennifer was a little disappointed. She hoped the next coven leader was more impressive, otherwise, Jennifer would really have to reconsider the strength that such people supposedly held. Maybe a title was nothing more than just that.

No matter the answer, Jennifer was going to stand tall and enjoy the ride. Whether or not she had to go through some Valen goonies, Kanst was going to very much regret taking a step through that door and yelling at her like a lunatic. If he was to try to run, she could catch him. If he was going to shield himself with his people, she would tear their hearts out and force feed them to him. But if he stood and fought, alone, just as Kara did, perhaps there would be mercy in Jennifer to allow him to see out the night. Perhaps. "And please, if you're going to dismiss them, have them put on something more action-y? Something we can really move to? Thanks babe."
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[BENJAMIN KANST]

This was something Ben was already used to. The other covens always seemed to think they could walk in and do whatever they want. It was just frustrating any annoying now more than anything. They had their fun, while he was left with clean-up, bastards. More often than not, it was his blood being cleaned off the floors. Last time this happened, Ben had been left pinned to a wall with a sword through his chest. Now this Drakken wasn’t exactly bringing back fond memories. His jaw clenched as he watched her gesture towards the dead body. Sure, he was a vampire, death was somewhat ironic to them, but the look on Ben’s face was anything but amused. In fact, he almost seemed disgusted with the mindless killing.

Valens may not have been the most liked, but to Ben, the Drakkens were worse. Even he didn’t appreciate the few Valen killings and he sure as hell didn’t understand the Drakken way of life at all. This was not in any way fun. “Then I suggest you take your fun elsewhere.” He had every right to attack the Drakken and kill her (or well, attempt to) but Ben tried his best to hold his tongue. The images of Kara’s broken and bloodied body were still clear in his mind. He was well aware of what she was capable of and it actually made him sick. If this Drakken could do something like that to a Teryn, Ben wasn’t sure that he would be much more competition. Sure, he knew how to fight, probably better than Kara, still, compared to a Drakken, Ben was a wimp. She was even more of a smartass than he was and that was possibly a bigger blow to his ego than knowing that she could probably kill him.

His grip on the handle of his knife tightened at her words. “I don’t think blood really matches the color scheme. I’d rather not hire you as an interior designer anytime soon if this is your idea of good.” Trying his best to stay composed, Ben walked down the stairs to stand next to the other Valens. There weren’t very many opportunities for fighting and Ben could feel the tension in tha air. They may have stayed behind, but he could tell they didn’t want to fight. Shame, he wasn’t looking forward to possibly losing the most loyal ones in the coven. He smirked when she suggested it was just the two of them alone. “We could always go downstairs, pop open a bottle of wine, but, uh, I think we have different ideas of fun.”

This was something Ben was going to have to take care of on his own, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to dismiss the others and get himself killed. He was a bit smarter than that. So hopefully, if he went down, someone would have the brains to continue...hopefully. Holding a hand up, Ben indicated for the others to back off but he made sure they still stayed. “Give us some...alone time, eh guys?” he smirked and stepped closer to the Drakken. When the DJ actually changed the music per request, Ben shot him a cold glare and he immediately vacated the premise, leaving the music on. Idiot. “Taking down the Teryn leader, hardly a fair fight. I can’t imagine she put up much of a struggle. What, got tired of killing your own kind?”

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[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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I T S A L L C O M I N G D O W N
the world ends and fades out[/font][/size][/center]

If looks could kill, Kanst may have had the upper hand in the fight to come - his look of utter repulsion would be enough to disintegrate Jennifer on the spot. Alas, it was not so, leaving Benjamin fuming pathetically from the assumed security in numbers. It was hard to tell whether or not the comedic sarcasm was the man suppressing some form of rage, or just his overall nature, crisis or not. Regardless, all Jennifer could do was smile back happily, amusing herself with the situation she created for herself, and the delicious aroma wafting about the room.

Rather childishly, Jennifer all but ignored everything Benjamin spoke to her as he careful paced forwards towards her. Her gaze shifted between the frightened faces behind Benjamin, the few determined ones, and the flailing DJ off in the corner. Next, Jennifer took a good look at everything she could manipulate around her - guard rails could be unearthed, bodies flung, floor tiles removed. There were enough opportunities strewn across the room to put Jennifer at ease.

Her gaze snapped back onto Benjamin when she noticed he had actually separated himself from his pack, and halfheartedly asked them to back off. Brave. Very brave. For that, Jennifer contemplated letting him keep his life another night. Peering into his eyes as though the best answer to the problem was lying within, she contemplated the option. Vacancy fell upon her for many seconds. Until the DJ - as per her request - changed the song to something much more to Jennifer's bouncy, aggressive feel. Something they could fight to! The consequent flash of anger from Benjamin provoked the first verbal response from the Drakken in some time.

[/font][/size] "Seems the fear I cause over-rides what little respect they have for you, big boy." Her tone was as accusing as it was disturbingly flirtatious. Anything to squeeze out the last few drops of rage from the whore. Jennifer always did like to play with her meal before she devoured it. "Why, if I didn't know everything the poor Teryn women knew, I wouldn't even think you the man in charge here. You certainly don't command yourself like she."

But his retort at the mention of Kara did catch Jennifer off-guard, if only for a moment. Specifically as to why Jennifer struck down the Teryn in the fashion she did. Eyes narrowed sharply. Before she could think much further, she blurted out in a more Drakken fashion, "Opportunism!" Well. Whatever. It was as good excuse as any. Truthfully she didn't really know why. Or care to know why, or care that she didn't know why, or care to tell that she didn't care to know why, or, well fuck. "I chose to smite that pathetic excuse of a Vampire because the opportunity fell upon me, and the benefits were to my liking." Though she wasn't aware she was doing it, her tongue was slowly tracing circles around her lips, yearning for the blood once splattered across it. "What do I get from beating down my own kin? Honour. Pride. Prowess. Respect, naturally. But you Kanst, you bring something completely new to the table." She held her breath right there, as if there were more to the thought (which there obviously was). "What?" she snorted, "You expect me to tell you or something? Why the fuck would I do that?"

Still grinning, Jennifer took notice of the blade Benjamin seemed to have been grasping for dear life. Right. Dexterity and fancy maneuvers were their forte. A strength she'd so kindly have to tear away from him. "This is all just the sum of merely trying to take advantage of every little... opportun-"

The beat of the song had just ramped up. Jennifer felt in her body it was time to act, leaving her sentence trailing off. Without even bothering to finish her last word, Jennifer flung around and grasped at greasy iron polls serving as railings around the platform. Tremendous effort released a sizable chuck of steel and concrete from the foundation of the club, which found itself hurdling towards the Valen as quickly as it was removed. There was no hesitation to see if the blow had landed or not before Jennifer removed another section of metal - a little more carefully this time - so that a straight segment of iron had been drawn from the concrete like Excalibur, a large mass of which still clung to one end of the pole. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]

[BENJAMIN KANST]

Ben wanted nothing more than to wipe that damn happy smile off her face. He was sick and tired of cleaning up his club. All he wanted was one night to relax and nobody was letting him do this. In all his fights, Ben had never felt such rage. From Alice’s sword through his chest to Aurelia’s knife in his shoulder, all of it was starting to play in his head and it was making him furious. The scent of fresh human blood drifting around the room was doing nothing to help either. At this point, he didn’t even care of it was the sweet Valen blood on the floors or if it was the Drakken’s foul blood splattered across the walls, Benjamin was craving blood like never before.

He was just waiting for her to make the next move. The smirk on his face was practically begging the Drakken to do something, anything. Ben wanted a reason to fight her. His grip on the knife had tightened to the point where the handle was close to drawing blood from his palm. When the DJ changed the music, the look on Ben’s face should have been enough to kill him. He was almost ready to forget about the Drakken and kill the DJ instead. Lucky for him, the guy managed to take a hint and he scrambled off. The Drakken’s comment did nothing to calm Ben down, his lips pulled back in a snarl and a growl built up in the back of his throat. Even the Valen behind him seemed to take a few steps back from him. Every word from her mouth was almost like a physical blow and that was far more than enough reason for Ben. He wanted to kill her. It didn’t even matter if she was far more experienced than he. Ben was pissed.

There were no sarcastic retorts. Instead, Ben slowly circled, already preparing for the Drakken’s first move. Disgusting. Only a Drakken would strike down the Teryn. Sure, they weren’t much of vampires, but that was no reason to harm them. They were peaceful enough and Ben played nice with them. This time, it was his turn to be silent. His eyes narrowed as she spoke and he tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to continue. He didn’t understand what this Drakken was playing at, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. This wasn’t some calculated takedown of the coven leaders. No, this was just for fun, amusement. For once, Ben was growing tired of the conversation. He wanted this to be over with. This type of reckless abandonment was so unlike him, but Ben didn’t seem to care whether he lived or died. Maybe that’s what was different.

It was a good thing Ben was no longer paying attention to the conversation. As the Drakken spun around, Ben had already dove off to the side. His hands hit the ground as the mass of steel and concrete passed overhead, missing its target by a few feet. He made sure to keep the knife pointed away from him as he rolled into the impact of his landing. Despite the chaos that had broken out between the Valen, Ben was strangely calm as he landed back on his feet. It didn’t matter that her weapon was much more powerful than his, he still had speed on his side, something the Drakken wouldn’t have with that weapon. Instead of taking the time to assess the situation, Ben merely cracked his neck and ran straight for her.

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credit: REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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I T S A L L C O M I N G D O W N
the world ends and fades out[/font][/size][/center]

She should have known he was prepared. If Jennifer had only been paying more attention... Oh well. The flying hunk of the club may have missed its target, but it nonetheless caused a Valen standing behind Benjamin to scream out and dive in the other direction in a manner much less tactful than Ben. Truth be told she would have been very upset should that have been the subduing blow to Kanst. She hoped he had a little more fight in him than Kara did. Pitiful woman. She deserved much more than what she got that night - a pity her life remaining in tact was needed for Jennifers plan to come to life. Benjamin, on the other hand, was not required. But would he earn it? Possibly.

The momentary lapse of judgment that was Jennifer day dreaming allowed for her to be caught off guard when she returned. Benjamin was charging straight for her. Oh how she beamed at him! So much more brave than she ever gave him credit for - and resourceful too! Knife in hand, Benjamin was barreling towards Jennifer at a pace that again, she had to give him credit for. Perhaps the Valen were underestimated. Jennifer had little time to react. She could wait for him to get closer to him, and with the superior reach of her weapon, hope to crush him before he got in close. But that was far too passive, far too giving and reliant upon Benjamin. Jennifer needed something a little more headstrong.. A little more daring.

[/font][/size] "You've got balls, little man. I'll give you that - you've impressed me."

With great strength Jennifer hurled her new weapon forwards towards Benjamin, though not in any attempt to strike him down. The strike was laid down early, so that the concrete portion of the pole could fly several feet forward and crash into the ground with terrible momentum. It crashed down with a tremendous roar, sending bits of concrete spiraling in every direction like deadly little daggers. The kicker? Jennifer went with it. Jennifer did not relinquish the pole, allowing herself to be pulled along with her weapon. It became nothing short of a pole-vault - spring boarding Jennifer forward at a speed combined with all her strength and momentum combined. Both arms were extended forward in hopes of snatching up Benjamin by his waist. Of course, a miss would send Jennifer flying at a stupid speed into the bar, with little she could do about it except try to break stuff with her flailing arms along the way. If she had aimed that correctly?

Benjamin would find himself mounted by a woman, and for once in his life, want to be anywhere but. Jennifer wold make sure of that. Her grip was stronger than his (particularly on the right), and once she had him, she wasn't letting go. No matter how many gashes he tore in her, she would not relent. [/font][/justify][/blockquote][/size]

[BENJAMIN KANST]

Ben’s goal was to throw the Drakken off, take her by surprise. That didn’t quite work out as well as he planned. As he began charging for her, he was painfully aware of how little he had actually thought this through. He was hoping that if the Drakken choose to use her weapon like a baseball bat, that he would hopefully be able to dodge the giant bat. Even if he did make it to her, he figured he would need something more than a knife to take her down. Sure, the Valen were quick on their feet, but that only meant Ben could dance circles around her. When it came to power, he was pretty much next to useless. As he neared her, Ben could practically see the wheels in her head turning. Just a little closer, and Ben was ready to launch himself at her in a wild tackle. All he needed to do was cause injury just enough to level the playing field. The weapon she held was the only thing he needed to watch for.

When she hurled the weapon in his direction, Ben smirked, ready to easily vault over the path it was taking. He was not prepared for what the Drakken was planning though. It came down far too early and at an angle, effectively blocking Ben from seeing the Drakken’s next move. His only choice was to run backwards and avoid the spiraling weapon. Ben dug his heels into the slipped dancefloor, trying to stop his momentum and head the other way. His eyes widened when he saw the Drakken flying towards him with arms stretched out wide. As he ground to a halt, instead of trying to stand on his feet, Ben threw his weight back. The motion ended up being similar to that of a baseball player sliding towards base, except this time, it was a little less graceful. His left shoulder impacted the ground and shards of concrete dug painfully into his skin. He glanced up just in time to see the Drakken fly overhead. Ben pushed himself off the ground, trying to roll away from the grasp of the Drakken. But with the sudden turn of events, Ben’s reaction was slowed.

He was sure the Drakken had intended to grab more than his shirt, but that alone was enough to take Ben along for the ride. As he slid backwards, Ben was rather taken aback and he grabbed her arm, blindly stabbing at it. When her grip didn’t relent, he knew what was coming next. They were about to hit something. Hard. In a last minute effort, Ben gripped her wrist and twisted his body, hoping that she would take the impact instead of him.

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tag: jennifer/open
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notes: i hope that...makes sense O.o
credit: REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[JENNIFER STONE]

stay down if once you have fallen

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It was a gambit, launching herself face first at her foe. Especially one know to be nimble and whatnot. Still, it was a learning experience, and the more she learned, the easier it would be to overcome the Valen and proceed to the lovely things she had planned for him afterwords. Hurdling right over the man, she caught a glimpse of shock and smugness plastered on his face, as if surprised by his own ability to evade her sudden movement. It was all she could do to grasp his shirt as she flew overhead, in hopes of tossing him in front of her to break her fall against the wall. The moment her fingers sunk into the frail cotton however, she could feel the sensation of a hot knife striking the carapace like skin over her right arm. Though there wasn't much in the way of penetration, it stung nonetheless. Enough to have her grip falter, and the delicate seams of his clothing tear apart. Where Benjamin would end up, Jennifer had no idea. But he wasn't going very fast, and would surely be able to recover. She didn't really care at that point, she had her own landing to worry about.

All the Drakken could really do was put her strong arm forward and hope for the best. She was traveling too fast at too straight an angle to hope to simply rebound off it like she could otherwise. With a deafening crack, Jennifer collided with the wall of the building, once carefully adorned with many fine bottles of alcohol. To Jennifers surprise, she had actually broken right through the wall, landing and rolling down some steps which she could only assume lead into the heart of the Valen headquarters. She stumbled to her feet as quickly as she could with a soft groan, all the while considering simply dashing through the HQ, taking all the unsuspecting whores by surprise. The sound of crashing bottles falling from their shelves above drew her attention upwards however. She shook her head. She wasn't going to get distracted, not yet. There was something that had to be done first. Her failure to eliminate Ben as quickly as she had done with Kara got her a bit agitated. Luckily for her, agitation was a beautiful fuel for focus and carnage. Jennifer pushed her way through the fracture her body had caused in the wall, suddenly becoming aware that for making such a mark, she wasn't in a whole lot of pain. Nothing Drakkens weren't accustomed to from a life of fighting anyways. Crashing into the wall would have hurt a lot more than bulldozing through it.

Thousands of dollars of alcohol dampened the souls of Jennifers' shoes as she stepped through the crevice and back into the deserted club scene. Immediately realizing the threat, she stepped our from behind the bar and scanned around for Benjamin. This time, no more playing around. No more jokes. No more idle chatter. The man was going to be broken and torn apart with Jennifers own two hands. Which she noticed, were bleeding. In fact, her entire right arm was covered in blood. Mostly from her shoulder, which was considerably less durable than her actual arm. Blood cascaded down the faces of the dead, emulating their tears.

As soon as she spotted the man, she flew forward and closed the gap between them. A flurry of blows surged forward in an attempt to catch him off-guard as early as possible, each aimed around his center of gravity limit that uncanny dodging ability she'd succumbed to earlier. If nothing else, her assault would hopefully push him into a corner or near a wall, limiting more options.

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