Chase me down [open]

[kurt]

Kurt has developed a new hobby, it was almost similar to his old hobby. Actually it was basically the same hobby -- hunting. At the moment he was chasing a vampire through the cemetery. Why? Honestly because he needed to release some stress. Usually he'll leave the vampires alone unless he feels threatened. But tonight was an unfortunately for this vampire he was feeling more homesick that threatened.

Jumping over a small tombstone Kurt starts to take in the area. He never did understand cemeteries. A large place to bury the dead. With his old pack they would burn the body and separate the ashes along the pack. His mind snapped back to the moment at hand as he heard a hissing sound. The vampire had gotten tired of being chased and wanted to fight.

A fist was coming towards Kurt's face, not something he really cared about. The movement was sloppy as Kurt delivered a faster kick to the vampire's ribs. This vampire had just rose from the grave and was most likely too weak to actually put up a good fight. There were a couple of blows exchanged for a couple of minutes, but in the end Kurt got the last hit through a left hook to the the vampire's face.

The vampire had fallen back and was impaled into the clasped hands of an angel statue. Ash went everywhere as Kurt coughed heavily. "Darn it." Kurt said as he kicked at a tombstone cracking it. He didn't want the fight to be over, he was actually having fun. Looking up he stared at the heavily present moon in the cloudless sky. "Can I get a challenge please?" he said as he inhaled. Closing his eyes he focused on his prayer before he released a loud howl.

With his head titled back he opened his eyes to get a glance at the moon, hopefully the god will reply with something. Closing his mouth he sighed. Now he felt a bit lonely after killing the vampire maybe next time he could practice having a conversation with the next person he hunts. His eyes slowly move towards the angel statue a childish smile creeps upon his face.

"So...what are you doing here tonight?" he asked initiating a conversation with an inanimate object. He was sitting on a tombstone kicking his legs back and forth as he starts to talk. It was a sight that others would deem crazy. But it was quite normal for this demon.

[Anyanka]

Sunnydale Cemetery wasn't exactly Anyanka's favorite place to hang out. In fact, she really didn't much care for cemeteries in general. They were old, and creepy, and...full of newborn vampires who were entirely too inexperienced and idiotic to even tell a demon for a human. The result? Many of them made the mistake of choosing her as their first meal. Or trying to, anyway. Newborn vampires were like mosquitos; pointless, brainless, but annoying when they tried to bite. Hopefully she wasn't going to have to put up with too many of them tonight...in fact, now that her business here was done, Anyanka was really hoping to get out of here as quickly as possible.

There had been a woman, one who visited her husband's grave every night. Turned out, her husband had been shot by another man she'd been having an affair with, and said woman was now nearly consumed with guilt and rage. Anyanka thought she had begun to make a bit of a breakthrough with this woman tonight. No wishing yet, but it was only a matter of time...

...Her thoughts were suddenly cut off by a earsplitting, inhuman howl. Anyanka froze, her gaze sweeping the graveyard in search of the source of the sound. A werewolf? It was the first thing that had come to mind, and yet...the howl hadn't sounded quite like a werewolf's. She couldn't place it, but it was a little more...demonic? The vengeance demon hesitated, unsure of whether it was worth investigating the noise. She wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with any supernatural riffraff other than her own, and there was every chance that this...thing might attack her. Her curiosity, however, was too strong for her own good. Anyanka changed directions abruptly, quietly and cautiously heading toward where she'd heard the noise.

"So...what are you doing here tonight?"

This voice, in contrast with the howl she'd heard earlier, was distinctly human-sounding. Narrowing her eyes inquisitively, Anyanka veered around a tombstone to face the speaker: a seemingly normal human man, sitting atop another tompstone with his attention fixed on a nearbly angel statue. Well. This was...strange. Especially considering that she could sense that this man wasn't as human as he appeared to be...something was off. ..Not to mention the fact that he was talking to a statue. Oh God, was he crazy? Anyanka didn't handle crazy well. She stood her ground, brushing her brunette hair out of her face to better fix the stranger with a wary stare.

"If you're waiting for that thing to answer you, you're going to be here all night." she stated stiffly, her eyes never leaving the man. She was missing something here, and it irked her. What was different about this man? And where had that howl come from? "Because statues don't talk. Or at least...they've never talked to me. Anyanka tilted her head inquisitively. "Are you some kind of statue-whisperer?"

[kurt]

He heard her footsteps loosely, they weren't hyper as if she was going to attack so Kurt didn't pay much attention. Her scent eventually hit him later on the closer she got, she was probably another person who visited the deceased. But once she was close enough and started to speak her scent was definitely less human. Turning around at the soft voice his eyes locked with her's. Then his eyes and head lowered down her body then back up.

It was only normal for him to study new people to see if they were a threat. But he does have to admit that it is becoming quite harder because people hide their intentions well here. Back at Glaor the beings there would growl or avoid each other. They never hid their motives unless it was stalking. When she said that he would be here all night because the statue won't talk back he turned his head to look at the statue. Hopping off the tombstone Kurt cautiously walked toward the statue. Hearing the term statue whisperer his eyes rolled upward as he started to think. "No." he said sounding a bit disappointed. "I'm not," he moved away from the statue. "Why? Are there people who can talk to stone?! Do you know any?!" his face lit up immediately as he stood behind the statue.

His hands rubbed against the thigh of the statue, his fingers taking in the chips and roughness of the stone. "It must be sad if this...statue? Can only talk to a few people, I wonder it would say?" Getting a stronger grip on the statue he spun around it twice before stopping in front of it. Examining the clasped hands he noticed small traces of ash on the fingertips. I wonder how it feels to have killed a vampire? he thought.

Kurt looked back at Anyanka his face turned serious as he sat at the base of the statue. "Are you visiting someone?" his voice back to a saddened tone. He has long learned that death of others was hard for people then a thought came into his mind. "Oh I'm sorry this must be your dead person!" he immediately stood up and grabbed his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to dis-dis-refrect. Disrefrect your dead persons sleep place." At times Kurt's English falls apart when he's nervous or hyper. The word he meant to say was, "disrespect" but he was ashamed at what he did using the statue as a weapon even if it was an accident.

He held out his palm and proceeded to slap it against his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid. he repeatedly thought. Stopping the assault against his self he apologized once more. He just hoped the other would accept his apology.

[Anyanka]

As the stranger abruptly leaped down from the tombstone and moved toward the angel statue, Anyanka tensed slightly. It wasn't a move that suggested any sort of aggression, however, and so after a moment she relaxed slightly. He didn't seem too worried about her presence here, which meant that either he was unaware that she was a demon, or was unconcerned by the fact that she was. Whichever it was, he didn't seem to be immediately inclined to attack her, which...immediately distinguished him from most of the vampires around here. So he wasn't a vampire, wasn't a werewolf, and she didn't think he was a human...hmm. Interesting.

And apparently he couldn't talk to statues, either. ..Well he could, obviously, but not through any sort of magical ability. Anyanka considered his first question for a moment, hesitating. "None that I've met," she admitted after a moment, shaking her head. "I've met a few sorcerers who can bring stone to life, though..." Here she was, just casually throwing her involvement with the supernatural out there. Then again, seeing as she'd sensed something different about this stranger, she wasn't as inclined to keep her demonic identity a secret as she usually might have been. And her not even pretending to be human wasn't even the strangest part of this meeting. Here she was, actually conversing with someone for the sake of sheer curiosity - and not for any vengeance-related reason. It wasn't something that Anyanka did often, and it was beginning to make her a bit uncomfortable.

When the man began to muse on what the statue might say if it were able to talk, she met his words with a blank stare. It was an...odd sort of question. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe this was the sort of thing normal people conversed about all the time? Blinking, the vengeance demon wondered whether she actually should attempt to answer him seriously. "...It'd probably complain about having to stand still all the time. Who would want to spend their life in a cemetery?" Situated right over a dead body six feet under, no less. Anyanka wrinkled her nose at the thought, and her expression only grew more disdainful at the suggestion that she was actually here to mourn someone. Mourning the dead was a weak human practice...as if she'd ever be caught doing a ridiculous thing like that. But then, her contempt changed to alarm as the man suddenly hit himself in the forehead.

Anyanka's eyes widened. "Don't...don't do that!" she told him uneasily, slightly perturbed by this new development. "You're going to give yourself some kind of irreversible brain damage! And anyway, I'm not here to grieve over any dead humans. I'm just...taking a look around." Hopefully if she reassured him of this, he wouldn't hit himself again. That had been kinda freaky. And she couldn't even chalk it up to human strangeness, because by this point she was pretty sure that this stranger wasn't human. What was that word he'd used? 'Disrefrect'? His voice wasn't accented, which would suggest that he wasn't foreign, so...either his vocabulary was lacking, or he was having trouble with English for some other reason. Anyanka narrowed her eyes slightly, and hesitantly took a step toward him.

"Why are you here?"

[kurt]

People who can make stone come to life, that sounded... difficult. That makes Kurt want to find these people and punch them in the face. They can't even fight their own battles making more statues fight for their selfish reasons. People who can't fight their own battles insulted Kurt deeply. Losing his train of thought already Kurt shakes his head. The woman then said something the statue would talk about.

Giving the statue a once over he would have to agree. Being still was not something he enjoyed. It wasn't something he was used to considering he wandered the world with his pack. They never stayed in one place too long. There was a fear that they would get weak or they would lose valuable prey through a large gap in distance.

When she told him to stop hitting himself he didn't see the problem. His hand could hurt, but never him. The woman had a bit of disdain for humans, it was natural considering how humans act. Kurt had only found a few decent humans in his life. "You don't like humans either. Guess they make it hard to be likable." He tilted his head to the side and sighed. Crossing his arms he continued on, "I don'y understand humans...or vampires...or most the people from here. I mean some say they are going to stay with you, but at any chance they stab up in the back...literally!" he made the motion with his hand, "Where I'm from the word betray was never a word. No one thought of betraying anyone. Sure we fought each other for position of power, but that was only for the sake of the pack." Exhaling Kurt started to laugh, "Wow that is good to get off my chest."

His eyes perked up when she asked why he was here. "Hunting." was all he said. It was the truth, hunting vampires had become slightly fun. The newborns though were boring they offered little challenge. Kurt actually missed the harsh survival in Glaor it gave him something to do, made him stronger. Living here he felt as if he was getting weaker. If he went back to Glaor he wasn't too sure if his survival skills would be the same. That was his worst fear of all.

[Anyanka]

She had to agree with him there, humans were anything but likable! They always had to make everything so difficult, with their social customs and their messy emotions. They really were the most disastrous race on the planet; Anyanka wasn't sure how they'd managed to survive for as long as they had. She listened to the stranger's rant with increasing interest as he voiced the very thoughts that had occurred to her countless times over the years. Well...maybe not in exact terms of fighting for power or anything about 'packs', but in general terms Anyanka understood exactly where he was coming from. Which...was unusual, to say the least. It wasn't often that she reached any sort of understanding with someone.

"Exactly," she agreed disdainfully, "That's all they do. They betray each other, or walk all over each other for their own personal gain. And yet...they still try to connect. They still try to reach out to each other, and then they act surprised when the people they claim to love turn on them in an instant. Idiots." Finally finished seething, the vengeance demon fell silent with a slight scowl. The way humans baffled her was so utterly frustrating. And she probably would've ranted on about them longer, if she hadn't been distracted by the nature of the man's words. Hunting? Hunting what, vampires? It seemed the only logical explanation, given that this was a graveyard, which immediately aroused Anyanka's suspicions that he might be some kind of demon-hunter.

But...that explanation didn't fit in with some of the other things he'd said. He had referred to some sort of pack he belonged to, and some sort of place he was from where evidently betrayal wasn't a common occurrence. So he, like her, wasn't human after all. At least that meant she didn't have to worry about keeping up her human facade, then. Anyanka allowed herself to relax a bit, some of the wariness in her expression being replaced with guarded curiosity. "You're not human." she stated bluntly, tilting her head slightly as she surveyed the man. Slowly, she was beginning to piece things together - his identity seemed like it should've been obvious, but she couldn't quite place it...

"What are you, then?" It was a rather forward question, and it wasn't one that many would think to ask so insensitively. But Anyanka didn't have much use for tact, and she really was curious, so...why not just ask?

[kurt]

Kurt could only nod in agreement what was he suppose to do. Everything the woman said was true, sure there were some "decent" humans, but they still acted like fools. Too many years they had a chance to change from what Kurt has read up on. All the wars they had fought for land or simply out of greed. It was a simple way to stop the human problems. Work together.

He can't possibly comprehend why they think their above all the other creatures in the world. With all their knowledge wars shouldn't be happening, there possibly wouldn't be any homeless people or poverty. Simply combine everyone's power and resources to one. But no the world was based on looking out for number one. Letting out a low growl of agreement to Anyanka's statement on calling them idiots.

Then the topic of the conversation changed from idiotic human beings to Kurt. That was quite a shock to Kurt. Pointing to himself he blinked, "You want to know about me?" Making sure he heard her right. "Yeah I'm not human, I'm a Fenrir demon of the Tark'est pack from Glaor. A place where night rules most of the time and surviving is a sport. I kinda miss it."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets he looks up at the night sky, "But I'm not sure if I can ever go back there and be the same. I've spent too long here and I don't even know where my pack is now. So I might as well get comfortable in this place." A bit depressed he sighed. Raising his head he smiled, "What about you? You're not human either, you smell nice but not human. I'm sure you have a lot more interesting story than me."

Kurt's mood changed as quickly as the breeze. He never did stay sad too long when he was alone. Actually he was studying Anyanka's reactions. He still has lots to learn about blending in with humanity no matter how much he despises it. For him it was like hiding who he really was and beating it to death with a stick so it could stay down.

That was why every time a good hunt comes by he'll take the challenge. Little things like that remind him of his home world and who he was. It kept him quite satisfied with life and kept him going.

[Anyanka]

A Fenrir demon. That explained the howling. Anyanka had never actually met a Fenrir demon before; as far as she knew they tended to stick to their own dimension - but she'd certainly heard of them. A new kind of curiosity lit her eyes as she silently wondered how he'd managed to end up here in Sunnydale. His words suggested that he'd been in this dimension for quite awhile now, and he seemed to be alone. Unusual, too, since Fenrir demons were pack creatures...

But regardless, knowing that he was a demon and not a human allowed the usually wary vengeance demon to let her guard down a bit. At least she wouldn't need to keep up pretenses here. Allowing some of the tension to ease from her shoulders, Anyanka moved a few paces forward to lean lightly against a tombstone a little ways across from where Kurt was sitting. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she surveyed him inquisitively. "I can't imagine anyone wanting to come to this dimension. Why did you leave? ...How did you leave?" she asked; inter-dimensional travel could be a bit tricky after all. Perhaps fenrir demons possessed some kind of power to travel between them? It was an interesting thought, although she couldn't be sure...

She was distracted, however, when the other demon asked her about what she was in turn. Anyanka's first instinctive reaction was a defensive one. She'd become quite accustomed to keeping her identity a secret, and so this question initially put her on her guard. But then, she reasoned, there really wasn't much reason to hide anything from Kurt. This was actually one situation in which she didn't have to pretend to be anything or anyone other than what she was, and she had to admit that this was a bit of a relief.

"I'm a vengeance demon. Have been for a little over a thousand years now." Anyanka replied with a touch of pride, at last beginning to smile a little. Vengeance was one of the few things in this world that she actually found pleasing, after all. "And you have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to tell someone that. Pretending to be human is one of the most mundane ways of wasting your existence possible." She rolled her eyes for emphasis, a light sigh escaping her lips. Attending high school, for instance, was certainly not one of the things she had ever planned on doing upon arriving in Sunnydale...and yet she'd been roped in nonetheless, a requirment of keeping up her little charade.

"Oh. My name's Anyanka. ..Humans call me Anya." she introduced herself as an afterthought, before she could become too disgruntled reflecting on the current life she led.

[kurt]

Upon hearing the question of how he got here caused him to burst with laughter. "I have no idea at all! One day I was following the pack, then I saw a bright light. Walked towards it ended up falling with more lights and soon hit hard in Sunnydale. Nothing about that experience was pleasant." He shivered as he remembered the scene play through his head. "It was my first decision that I made without the pack...and it was not a good one in hidesight." he said.

He really did miss his home it was so nice to livei n Glaor...for him. Other people would consider his dimension Hellish...Well even though it was a hell dimension it was home and he was home sick. "Vengeance demon? Vengeance demon... vengeance demon...OH! Aren't ya'll called justice demons though? I've heard of ya'll. There was a similar tale back where I came from. You helped wrong women if I remember correctly."

He smiled when she said that she felt better that she could admit who she was. "Thousand years! Wow! You must know a lot!" When she told him her name he smiled, "My name is Kt’phrel Ulruu Reeven of the Tark’est pack. Or Kurt for short. Kurt Harkness my human name. I'm glad we found each other because talking to vampires has never lead to a good talking partners. Or some other demons they are so... conceited."

Kicking his legs back and forth was the same as a dog having a tail wagging back and forth. Kurt was extremely excited and happy about being able to talk to another demon who didn't want to attack him or use him. "Anyanka, nice."

[Anyanka]

Kurt's tale of how he'd ended up in Sunnydale was certainly an interesting one, and Anyanka leaned forward slightly at the mention of a bright light. She contemplated for a moment, her expression inquisitively calculating. His description made it sound as if he'd stumbled across some sort of dimensional rift or portal, one that he hadn't known was there. Could these things occur naturally? Anyanka had always assume that portals had to be created by someone, either through means of a spell or a vengeance wish...and the idea that this might not necessarily be the case was fascinating. "It sounds like you found some sort of dimensional rift." she told him thoughtfully, pretty much just thinking aloud by this point. "They're very rare, though...interesting..."

It was something she'd have to look into later, but for now she'd focus on the conversation at hand. In fact, now that Anyanka was allowing herself to relax a bit...she was in danger of becoming her usual chatterbox self. Nodding in response to Kurt's musings on vengeance demons, the usually moody brunette seemed to almost brighten up. "Yes, that's us. 'Justice demon' is just flattering propaganda, though. You know, because we don't sound quite as...scary that way." Anyanka nearly laughed upon imagining what Halfrek, another vengeance demon who was both her friend and rival, would say to that. Hallie had always firmly stuck to the term 'justice demon', but Anyanka had always thought it sounded kind of pretentious...

She was jerked from her thoughts when Kurt spoke again, and in truth she was a bit taken aback. Anyanka didn't really talk to people much -- not like this, anyway, and it had never really occurred to her that this was actually nice. But now that she thought about it, she supposed it was...for a little while, at least. She simply could not neglect her demonic duties for too long, but...for the moment, at least, being able to relax a bit wasn't so bad. As long as she was careful, of course.

"Vampires are right up there with humans in the 'crazy' category." Anyanka replied lightly, unable to keep herself from showing a bit of amusement at Kurt's enthusiasm. "Except they think with their teeth. Which makes them even more likely to get in your way." She wasn't particularly fond of vampires, but found them to be more of an annoyance than a complete, baffling mystery like she did humans. At least it was easy to tell what motivated vampires. Blood, fame, power...the vengeance demon shook her head. "But...this conversation hasn't been horrible," Anyanka added as an afterthought, which was more or less her way of saying 'HEYY THIS IS FUN!'. "You're probably the only person I've met in Sunnydale who doesn't make me want to burn this town to the ground. ...Which, I guess I couldn't do anyway. Not unless someone wished for it." She shrugged lightly, as if burning down a town was a subject that normally popped up in casual conversation.

[kurt]

"Dimensional rift...like noise?" Kurt said as he tapped his chin. "Eh nevermind." quickly dismissing his ignorance. Listening to her clarify the name of Justice demon he chuckled. "Names." he said more to himself than her. Going back to the thought of dimensional rifts he wondered if he can recreate a rift. But there was still that thought that he wasn't ready to go back. Well he was ready because he was homesick, but he wasn't prepared in finding his pack again.

It could take years to find his pack, but maybe months to find another pack. And he has gotten a bit soft since he has came to Sunnydale. His attention snapped back to when he noticed Anyanka seemed distracted by something else. He laughed when she said something about vampires thinking with their teeth. "I know that feeling well." She seemed like a very nice demon to Kurt. "This was nice. And so are you. I'm glad you took some time to talk, if you ever need a Fenrir demon...well...I'm in town. My kind is better at tracking than being found." he laughed.

Sunnydale in flames, that didn't actually sound too bad. Standing up from the tombstone Kurt sighed, "Well I better get back, nice meeting you again Anyanka." He waved before running off into the night. His mind was going back to the dimensional rifts she mentioned earlier. Soon enough he'll figure a way to get back home. And then the second problem will arise, will he want to go back home? Decisions, they were not made for him to make, he missed being with a group.