Post by Szandor Colden on Oct 9, 2007 22:24:41 GMT -5
The initial surprise of being caught during his feeding had passed. Szandor had flown away at the first of the gunshots fired out, jumping out of the window of the apartment he had raided and dashing down the streets. The only question on his mind was how he could shake the men on his tail, literally, and where he should run to. Back into the suburbs, away from people into the remote landscape? Or further into the city, on the thought that perhaps the hunters chasing him would not risk shooting openly in a public area? The only problem with turning further into the city was that he wouldn’t be able to run in his wolf form; and if he changed back into his Human skin, the Humans would know something was amiss upon seeing an unclothed man being chased down by other men. It was possible he could pick up some clothes on the way to blend in with the civilians, but that would slow him down. And although his speed was greater than those who were chasing him, it was he who had been ambushed and unprepared; they were likely still close on his tracks.
Another shot fired passed him, confirming his suspicions. Szandor did not doubt that the bullets being aimed at him were of silver content, these men seemed to know what they were dealing with.
He’d take his chances; there was no question in his movements now and Szandor, as the wolf, began his sprint through the dark alleys into the heart of the city; perhaps he would lead them to some Vampire cave.
Jumping onto a dumpster, the lid caved in, but he easily hopped a chain link fence, keeping his eyes open for a shirt or pants hanging around anywhere.
But first, he wanted to know exactly how many hunters were chasing him. He perked his ears and paid close attention to the footsteps behind him, and from which directions the gunshots were coming from.
Another shot fired passed him, confirming his suspicions. Szandor did not doubt that the bullets being aimed at him were of silver content, these men seemed to know what they were dealing with.
He’d take his chances; there was no question in his movements now and Szandor, as the wolf, began his sprint through the dark alleys into the heart of the city; perhaps he would lead them to some Vampire cave.
Jumping onto a dumpster, the lid caved in, but he easily hopped a chain link fence, keeping his eyes open for a shirt or pants hanging around anywhere.
But first, he wanted to know exactly how many hunters were chasing him. He perked his ears and paid close attention to the footsteps behind him, and from which directions the gunshots were coming from.