Vampire AU for one_shot

[howbraveyouare]

Karen was usually such a careful vampire. She had lived for over a hundred years without so much as a close call, always avoiding even the best vampire hunters, but there was something about Frank Castle. He was sharper than the others. Better. Driven by something that she didn’t completely understand. She’d heard about him through the undead grapevine. He had quite the reputation for snuffing out vampire lives.

She hadn’t expected to run into him in that alleyway. As she fed on a man who’d intended to slip a pill into her beer, she heard him approaching, cornering her. Karen let her prey slip from her arms, weakly tumbling to the ground half-conscious. Her head turned to look at him, blood smeared around her lips. She was ready to fight if necessary, but instead she defended her actions.

“He’s scum. A date rapist. Would you really save him?”

And save him from what? Karen never killed her prey. She simply took from them and left them frightened, something she felt they all deserved. No one would believe them, anyway.

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[howbraveyouare]

She pressed her lips together tightly. It was like being between a rock and a hard place. Karen felt like she should tell him where the Blacksmith was, even if he wasn’t threatening to kill her, just because the man was a disgusting representative of their race, but she knew there would be consequences.

Karen sighed. “Fine. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’ve never been there, but I hear he takes a lot of his prey back to a converted warehouse in the meat packing district. I don’t know where he lives. That’s the best I can give you, but… But I can help.” She sniffled, sounding dangerously close to that overemotional point when tears came. “You might need someone on the inside.”

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Frank operated on the belief that vampires were lying and manipulative, so her tears didn't appear to mean much to him. "You said you've never been there. How does that make you someone on the inside?" Aside from just being a fellow vampire. Frank wasn't sure that would be enough.

"And what makes you think I trust you?" He didn't have a real reason to believe anything she had just said until he confirm it for himself.

[howbraveyouare]

Karen stepped closer to Frank. She had plenty to be afraid of, but she could act like she didn’t. Folding her arms across her chest, she tried to look tough. Honestly, Karen was one of the younger vampires in town and that meant weaker. She’d only been around since the 1960’s and hadn’t had much of a chance to build up strength or notoriety. The Blacksmith could have squashed her like a fly. So could this hunter, but Karen could bluff.

“I know you don’t trust me because you can’t see past my fangs. People like you never can. The fact is, though, if you have a vampire on your side you have an in. I can get into places you can’t.”

[ex_one_shot695]

"You kill people. Who knows how many you've killed." Frank's hands aren't clean, either, but at least he knows the people or vamps he's killed deserved it. Frank doesn't know what her track record is based off of one low-life.

"You could just as easily turn around and tell the Blacksmith how to get to me." He sees that as a lot more likely than her helping him.

Even though he's saying all this, though, he's clearly considering it. Frank reaches into his coat and tosses to her a pair of silver handcuffs. "Put 'em on."

[howbraveyouare]

Her jaw drops open as she catches the cuffs. It shouldn’t be surprising that he doesn’t trust her but it’s offensive all the same. “You’re an asshole,” She blurts, glaring at him with her fangs showing.

Still, she snaps on the cuffs and walks closer to Frank. Now she’s pretty much at his mercy. There’s no way out of these things. Karen is going to make it abundantly clear that she’s unhappy about the situation, though, by pouting and shooting daggers the entire time her hands are bound.

“Are we headed to the meat packing district, or what?” She taps her toe impatiently, raising an eyebrow at Frank.