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Post by Micky Havens on Apr 27, 2008 17:23:23 GMT 1
Micky didn't know why she couldn't just do it, why she couldn't just kill Thorn like she had originally set out to do. She was ashamed, and more than anything confused. Her jaw was still bruised from the fight, her bottom lip still swolen. But just because she failed in killing the vampire, due to her own uncertainties, that did not mean that she had to swear off of her duty. She was a hunter, first and fore most.
She walked the streets, her grey hooded sweatshirt and ripped blue jeans concealing the weapons. A stake in the front pocket of the hoodie, a switchblade in the right pocket of the jeans, and a dagger, bound to her leg, hidden. She was ready for anything, and wouldn't hesitate. She was back to her old self, deprived of happiness, set on some form of vengeance.
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