Demon Hunters IDCMC

Oki this is a WIP story biased off a P&P RPG me and my boyfriend did a few weeks ago to test a widget system for a friends gaming system. I know some chunks are really rough and in some ways there supposed to be but mostly its because I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story so Im putting it somewhere where someone might see and or read and possibly tell me what they think. So without further ado here is me OC story.

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Crowds in the castle halls of the International Department for Control of Mythical Creatures parted like the waves of the Red Sea for Vicktor Davies. Victor muttered about idiots and jerk offs while watching interns and others scurry away from him and other hunters smirk and snipe at him as he maneuver thru the ancient stone hallways lit by modern technology.. He knew he stank and looked worse than normal being covered in blueish black blood as he was but he had just got back from assignment nothing he could do about that yet.. His normally tied back dark hair was slick with sweat and sticking to his face and in smears of blood there. He has several days growth of beard and mustache dusting his ruggedly handsome face His shirt and pants were torn and shredded in places where ragged cuts could be seen crusted with his dried blood. He marched into his shared office and tossed a burlap bag leaking the blue black blood on to his messy desk before dropping his six foot tall frame into his chair witch squeaked in protest of his weight..

“You know Cathrine will have your ass for that.” spoke a clam reserved voice with a British accent from his partners side of the office. It was Michelle St Rothchild his too-up-tight-in-the-pants partner whom he wouldn't trade for the world. even with her brutally strident icy demeanor. He spun his chair about to stair at the icy goddess he got to work with. He let his eyes rome up her chunky scuffed boots that he knew housed a five inch double edged dagger much like his own in the left one. Brown leather clad legs with empty dual holsters to her worn tan shirt toped off with a brown duster that looked like it had seen better days. In her small lap was a large well worn leather bound historical tome tittled “Monsters Myths and Mavericks” in a faded gold coloring with yellowed pages in witch she was writeing..

“Do you ever stop writing in that thing?” He asked with out even addressing her comment on there boss.. Her vibrant green eyes flicked up to his mischief filled blue ones and she sighed shaking her head once before setting the book down in her lap. He sat eyes transfixed on her soft face smooth ivory skin thick heavy lashed eyes plump cheeks and lips giving her a look of almost constant innocence. He scoffed at that thought lightly she was anything but innocent. Flaming red hair pulled back into a loose messy bun. He knew from years of working with her that she had a body to match that angelic face. If they wern't partners he might have persuied her as a romantic interest years ago.

“ I'm nearly 30 ..”

“ Your not even 25 you dolt did you forget how old you were?” he interrupted slightly spinning in his chair attempting to joke with his far to serous partner.

“I'm nearly 30” she begin again more forceful “You know company policy for hunters is when they reach the age of 30 they take on a apprentice for two years then retire and leave the company or retire and take a desk job. I do not intent to take a desk job when I am forced to retire so I'm going to record anything and everything from my tenure here that way I can retire in peace and wont be bothered by the company since there wont be anything they could possibly need from me.” she explained for what seemed the hundredth time.

“Yeah but thats over 5 years away you've got plenty of time to do that you should be enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the chase and the fight.” he sighed and shook his head “And yes I do know Catherine will have my ass witch is why I came here first instead of to her office. He watched with a smirk at the closest thing he was going to get to a look of shock registered on his partners innocent face.

“I'm kidding Ive already seen her no shes not happy with me since I blew up yet another building but since I'm not wearing my ass as a hat I think everything is ok.” He said laughing softly before winking once as a drop of sweat slid down beside his eye running into a smear of blood..

“You have no shame.” Michelle uttered quietly while hoisting the book back to her lap to continue writing. “Oh and take the carcass to the lab don't you dare leave it in here I refuse to clean up another carcase of one of your kills exploding over the weekend from the heat in the office. Take a bath and get some clean close on after hitting the infirmary. You smell foul.” she said in a manner he knew to be concern.

“Aye Aye thats where I'm headed.” He grumbled as he stood carrying the dripping bag to the door of the office “You know you should take a pill or something for that stick in your ass.” he jested with his friend. Her eyes flicked up again for a brief moment before her hand slowly turned up and her long gracefully middle finger flicked up as she flicked him off. He laughed heartily at that.

“Any time any place just say the word.”he said as he hurried out of the office leaving her his partner huffing playfully for his benefit..


Michelle watched her partner go smiling softly at his overt playfulness. Others might consider him the American cowboy stuck in the wild west and her the blistering British ice bitch but neither were accurate descriptions. Yes he was an American but in the heat of battle he could easily gain composure and lead quiet effectively and as for her self she wasn't cold just controlled. She was not the type to tie up her emotions into a job that involved so much death as hers often did. So she left them at home in order to focus better. She yawned and stretched with cat like grace before closing her training manual. He might scoff at her recording but she knew from experience after she finished training her apprentice he or she was going to be on there own with only the book as there guide and she wanted to make sure that she was leaving the care of the world in well prepared hands. She locked the old books leather and silver lock as she put the book in her very neat desk.

She looked over at the puddle of blood on Victors desk and rolled her eyes. For as talented a leader and hunter as he was ,he just could not or simply would not do his paper work properly. She moved over to the desk and looked at piles of half filled out forms and notes and sighed again. It seemed that cleaning up after him was her second job not that she minded so much. She hummed an old ditty she learned as a child while she carefully scooped the damp papers into a trash bin and wiped down the desk as best as she could. She made a mental note to tell the janitor to scrub it with bleach before his shift was over just to make sure it was as clean as they could make it. With her partner you never could tell what exactly he was brining back to the office..

Michelle moved to a small locked table near the door and used the key she kept round her neck to open its elaborately carved wolfs head lock.. She lifted the smooth desk lid and smiled at the beautiful sight before her. Set in a glass lidded velvet lined case were twined 9-mm Barrettes she favored. A smile broke over her face as she put her key away while lifting the glass lid with her other hand. Picking up both wepones like a lover would touch there partner she let her eyes rome over the cold silver metal.. She slid them into her hip holsters and picked up a extra set of preloaded magazines and slid them into the small pocket behind her guns. She closed the case and the lid of the table before locking. She stepped over a foot or so to grab her leather wide brimmed rangers styled hat off the hook by the door. She stepped out of her office while pulling the door to. She tipped her hat to one of the interns walking down the hall towards her. The intern squeaked out of fright and bowed lightly before quickly skittering away. She arched her brow and sighed the ice bitch thing was beginning to be a bit wearisome.