headONcollision

[ADUREY COLE DAYLANCE]

This is what you might call a head on collision

Beep beep beep the obnoxious buzzing only continued to get louder. Just your everyday five dollar alarm clock. Though the reaction from the bed was not exactly normal. Most people would just get up and turn it off. Cole was not most people. She did turn it off but her instinct was to grab her gun and shoot. She has found that most things can be silenced this way, and any hunter would understand. Shoot first ask questions later. It was more a mix of being startled and annoyed mainly the latter. This is how she woke up most morning, with another hole in her alarm clock. It stopped its annoying chirping and that’s all that counts right? Groaning she put her gun down . With a sigh she rolled over on to her back, and glared up at the clock. It was eleven pm and she had slept the day away plus she had a meeting to be at, five minutes ago. Luck for her she fell asleep in her hunters gear. That was the problem when you stayed out all night the night before on the hunt your day off

With an ugh and a oomph she slowly got out of her bed, grabbed her gear and keys. Mechanically she turned off the lights, locked the door and proceeded to her truck. She was doing everything mechanically she did not even realize that it had been raining until she was almost soaked. it was her super hunter reflexes No the reality was sometimes she was so focused on the task at hand everything else was secondary. Shaking like a wet dog she zipped up her leather jacket and ran to her car. Sliding in she shook off the rain and proceeded to coach her car to turn on. Like its owner both truck and driver need a little coaching in order to wake up. Cole was not what you called a morning person, and Jeffery her truck was not exactly new. Though once she got him going he sputtered to life she took off. Tearing out of the drive, she ignored the storm rumbling overhead and drove. After all she was late to an important meeting. In her defense she had planned on being late, just not this late. So she drove off fast like anything else she did she didn’t do it half ass. And ninety five mps was not exactly half ass.

Fast and faster is the only speed Cole knew. hard and harder was the tree that appeared out of know where. And loud was the curse words that streamed from her mouth. It all happened so fast. One minute she was listening to the radio with the rain pouring down out side. Next thing she knew some stupid deer was transfixed in her head lights, and the world slowed down around her. In her mind she only had one option, avoid the deer. She never stopped to consider the side effects, as she swerved so hard she spun out of control. Under normal circumstance she would have been in control, but with the storm raging outside she hydroplaned unable to stop. She just had time to curse the deer, as the tree collided with the car. Her vision blacked momentarily, but when it came back it was blotched with stars. Oh mother of a starfish she mumbled a stream of curses that would make a sailor blush. Her breathing came in heavy breaths as her seatbelt pulling tight against her. She was more angry with herself than concerned for her safety. After all hunters heal fast. She looked at the damage all around her. Jeffery was totaled stupid stupid deer she growled out. She struggled against her seatbelt until tore out of it only then did she felt a trickle of blood slid down to her chin. Pressing her hand to her temple she lifted it away it was wet with blood. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and though clearly for a moment. Opening her eyes now they were a lighter clear blue, she had her thoughts together at least for the moment. Reaching for the glove box, she stretched across the seat. The tips of her finger tips barely clipped the handle, but it opened. Its contents spilled out on to the floor boards, guns guns and more guns but more importantly her cell phone. With a reluctant sigh and a snarl on her face she decided she might as well make the call first. Dialing the number she hesitated a moment. I am going to be a little late. Oh I need a new car. I got into a little accident.

First post in forever!
For her handler
Word count:780

[KASPAR MADDOX DIEDERICH]

By pretty much anyone’s standards I’m a ridiculous kind of morning person. The kind who could crawl into bed at 4am and turn around and wake up at 5am for a morning run and be happy about it. I don’t know if it was just my training for sleep deprivation or just how I am normally but I could operate on virtually no sleep with little to no ill effect, of course if I pushed myself too hard, which I usually did, I tend to start falling asleep at the wheel. That doesn’t start happening until I haven’t had any sleep for several days. Bully for me.

Today was one of those rare days where I wasn’t so happy about having to get up. I didn’t mind getting up and going for a jog in the rain, just the opposite, it felt good in the humid Louisiana weather we have, just a mild break from the normal suffocating hotness. Rain was just part of life, not something that got my blood pressure going. No, my job did that. I had just stepped out of the shower when I had heard my cell ringing, not the ringtone set for personal calls either. Quickly I jogged though my bathroom, stepping carefully with wet feet on the tile, I didn’t want to break anything today, and I had enough of that a couple nights ago. As I moved quickly now with sure carpeted footing I tied a towel around my waist. I never knew when work would literally com barging in here so I wouldn’t want to be caught in a compromising situation, even if it was in my own home. I pressed the answer button on my cell and then pressed the speaker button. ”Kaspar speaking,” said as I turned to walk a step into the bathroom to grab a small towel to dry my hair. With the towel in hand I moved back into my bedroom, an eye brow rising as I listen to the voice on the other end of the call.

“I am going to be a little late. Oh I need a new car. I got into a little accident.” Christ this hunter was going to be a pain in my ass. We hadn’t even met yet and she was giving me work to do. Yeah my job was to be the baby sitter to over grown childern with guns and a license to kill. I loved my job most of the time. Huge most of the time. My gaze rolled o the celing and I took a deep breath before I picked up my phone and took it off speaker, ”let me know where you are, I can just pick you up. After our meeting we can bring you to a car rental for you so rent a car until we can get you a new one. Sit there, behave, Don’t shoot anything unless it is six feet tall, furry, and trying to eat you.” I let out another shigh and shook my head, “I’ll be there in ten.” Without waiting for a further reply other than her location I hung up the phone and tossed it onto my bed.

Maybe it was a bit rude how I just hung up like that, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about getting another hunter to be incharge of. I would do my job, keep her alive, clean up any mess she left behind. Hunters were durable, I had no doubt she would take care of herself. Hunters don’t have one thing we handlers have. Handlers are immune to the lycanthropy disease, we can never become a werewolf. We are trained just as much as the hunters are to hunt werewolves, but they have more innate skills for the hunt, to better be able to kill werewolves without being killed or infected. But what kills the hunters when they become infected or go rogue? We do, I do, the handlers.

I had just done that just days ago. My Hunter was out numbered and bitten multiple times, becoming infected. It was a month long battle to kill him. My heart hadn’t been into it, you don’t kill your friends. The government discourrages Hungers and Handlers from forming any kind of relationship beyoind a business one, but that has not happened with Killan and I. When you travel with someone, live with them nearly every day, open your home to them, and sent them to their possible death on a nightly basis you couldn’t hlp but to form a bond with them. Killian and I became friends, good friends. We’d go out on our nights off together. I knew in my head that it was a stupid thing to do, but sometimes you just can’t help it. And we couldn’t.

This wasn’t Killian now. I had a new hunter that I was in charge of, I was too duty bound to anything less than what my job required of me. I would go find her and her broken down car and do my job. I quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and a pair of well broken in black leather boots. I had to move quickly if I was going to be there in the ten minutes I said and still make some phone calls I had to.

I glanced down at my watch quickly; I guess the calls could be made while I was driving. I grabbed my keys off my dresser and was out the door. I loved my car, well… my car for local driving, the thing was terrible on gas so it wasn’t for long distance driving. It was an amazing 1969 Z28 Chevy Camaro, orange with black racing stripes. I was in my car and driving down the road in a short amount of time. While driving I made calls I needed to, to my boss to get funds to rent a car and the purchase of a new car for her, a tow truck for her totaled car, and so on.

It was just a short drive from my house to where she said she was. I saw the truck right up against a tree, pulling up along side of it and put my car into park. I stepped out, leaving the car running and walked around the front of it to go to her truck. I tapped on the window and pointed to my car, ”Get in.” Again without waiting for a reply I walked back around my car and got back in it, I wasn’t about to stand around all day in the rain waiting for her.