it burns like heroin :: open

[marissa]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color:black"]Agonizing screams and the smell of blood would've undoubtedly attracted the attention of more than just herself, so the sound of footsteps falling behind her didn't shock Marissa. With an unbothered expression, she looked back over her shoulder to see Alexander, the first of the local vampires to arrive. A putrid smell lingering in the air – not emitting from the bodies – made her believe that the crowd around the deceased would only increase after their arrival. Before he even entered, the werewolf was aware of Zachariah's presence from his repulsive odor alone. If she accidentally breathed through her nose, tonight's death count was only going to rise.

She wasn't entirely sure how they so casually went from hanging around corpses to heading to the minimart, but Marissa was completely alright with the change of action. Zachariah seemed to be the voice of reason in the group; unfortunaly his words went through virtually deaf ears. "Yeah, pretty much," Marissa answered bluntly to his first question. Of all people, she wasn't expecting him to be in disbelief. Wasn't he the one who was practically dead but still somehow standing? Hadn't he supposedly revived an individual from the grave, too? Murder was nothing unbelievable compared to those feats. "It's just like how we ignore science so your existence is possible." She looked back at the rotting man and shrugged. To Marissa, this was an average Tuesday night.

His second question was something Marissa was uncertain about answering, so she'd leave it to Kade. Half of the time, the brunette had no idea what the demons specifically did to enter her hit list. Marissa was just aware that it was necessary to execute them, at least according to the hunter. Sometimes, she found herself pitying the demons, but knowing Kade's reason to hunt... It gave Marissa mixed feelings. "I wouldn't worry so much. She knows what she's doing." The redhead had a distaste for demons, but Marrisa didn't think Kade would ever go as far as reaping two innocent lives. "It's not like she's actually trying to be a serial killer or something." The werewolf paused for a moment to think. "Well, Kade's not the stereotypical 'I should be in prison' kind." A slightly playful smile formed on Marissa's face before she glanced at the taller female. "I hope."