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[hunter]

It was dark. Had it always been dark? No. It wasn't dark. His eyes were closed. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to open them. The sounds of the world outside frightened him. A woman's blood curdling screams for help, the yowling of some sort of cat. The sound of clothes ripping, and then an almighty crunch. And then... Silence. It was as if the very air had stopped circulating, and all the world was still, save for one sound. The soft drip, drip, drip of a thick liquid hitting the pavement. What was going on? He tried to move, and made to cry out in horror, but he could do neither. His body was numb, immobilized, and his mouth would not work, or maybe it was his throat. All he could do was lie there, and listen, as the events carried on around him. And then, nothing again. No sound, no light, not even a breathe. His chest grew tight, and his head dizzy, and he felt himself begin to slip away, drifting further into the subconscious of his own mind...

The panther looked up from the corpse of the lifeless woman, blood dripping from his maw as yellow eyes gazed around the empty lot beside Hot Shot. Something had happened there, he knew it. But he couldn't quite remember what. Or how he had gotten there. Or why he'd attacked the woman. All he rememered was watching her leave Hot Shot, and then... pouncing. His claws had ripped through clothes and flesh with ease, leaving ribbons in their wake as he turned on her. His jaw was powerful, and her feeble throat was no match as he closed his jaws around her jugular and bit down. Blood had spurted every where. Over him, over the road. Everywhere. He could still taste it, coppery and warm, rolling around his mouth. And yet, a part of him liked it. Letting out a low yowl he dipped his head and tore off a chunk of flesh from her shoulder, devouring it before a low rumble made him look up. Headlights in the distance. A car approaching. Slowing. Stopping. The panther was still until the last moment, before finally, blending in with his surroundings, he took off into the trees, making for a familiar place, and scent. It was strange that he knew where he was going, without knowing where he was going, or so he thought. But he was an animal. Nothing more. No rationality. No control. No trace of human left.

The sun burned bright, forcing Hunter to wake. His body ached in places he didn't even know he had, and his eyes momentarily refused to work as he sat up, lifting his fingers to brush hair out of his eyes before he stopped. Why were his fingers red? Was there something wrong with his eyes or... Blood! A shout of distress left him and he stumbled to his feet, staring dow at his blood stained hands, and shirt. In fact, he was covered in blood from head to toe. With no recollection of what had happened. That was the most unnerving part. Turning on his heel, he realised he'd woken in his backyard. Thankfully no one was awake yet. Making his way up the back porch, he slipped in through the washhouse door and made his way for the shower, making a mental note to burn his clothes afterwards. As he stood naked in front of the shower, his eyes slowly lowered over several prominant bite marks that covered him. One throbbed against his shoulder, another rested on his hip, and a third still oozed blood from his chest. And while he couldn't feel them, he knew there were more on his back. What had caused them? he had no idea. His eyes looked away and he closed them, trying to remember as a dull ache spread through his skull. After a few minutes of no luck, he stepped towards the shower and turned it on, moving under the warm stream as it heated. He stood in silence, watching the water stain red as the blood washed away from his body, his hands raised in front of his face as he stared at the shaking appendages. He just could not remember. And it frightened him.

"Hunter, is that you sweetheart?" His mother. She was always up early. Maybe she had noticed that he hadn't come home the night before. Hunter looked towards the door, his hands dropping to his sides. He didn't know what to tell her. He didn't know himself. As long as she didn't come in, or notice the smell. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, mom, it's me," he called back, clearing his throat as he ducked his head out of the shower, rivulets of ruby water dripping down his face. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I was at a friend's place last night. I'm sorry for not calling or anything."

There was silence before his mother called back something and he relaxed. He was a good kid, he had gotten good grades at school and now he was attending the local college in Shreveport on a scholarship. His parents trusted him. Stepping back under the shower he washed off the rest of the blood before he turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his hips. If only he could remember what had happened the night before. Stepping towards the mirror, he stared at himself before his vision blurred and he had a sudden image of a great black cat lunging at a helpless woman. All too soon the image was gone and Hunter was left pale faced and trembling, gripping the hand basin. What was that? He was still thinking about the image as he carried his bagged and bloody clothes down to the dumpster, a hand raking through his hair as he looked down the street afterwards. Something had happened. And he needed to know what it was.

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Notes: I want to ask that the person who takes up my RP can at least do a suitable post in response.

[savannah]

Savannah met Hunter when she went to the local college to check out the possibility of going there for the next year. In as much as she hated everything that her family dictates, which includes a college education, even she had to admit that having a degree wasn't such a bad thing. So, after walking away from the Ivy League opportunities available to her in New York, she decided to look in to the 'hallowed halls' of Shreveport Community College. She spent all morning looking around and meeting with the admissions people but the only good thing she found in the minuscule school was Hunter.

They had literally bumped into each other while turning a corner and she came pretty darn close to spilling her coffee all over his baby blue shirt. Her were reflexes being better than an average girl's of course, she maneuvered her hand away from him just in time but the hot, foamy liquid did end up on the floor. Just like a good southern gentleman would, Hunter had offered to buy her another cup; he had also written his number down on the sleeve. She didn't notice it until he had politely excused himself, saying that he was late for class.

That was exactly three days ago. In those 72 hours, Savannah had dialed his number about 50 times but she never actually called. After all, what do they have in common? He was a nice boy who went to a community college and seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. She, on the other hand, was bratty, bitchy and a billionaire. That last part really shouldn't matter; she never really let it become a factor before, but, after having met him, she wasn't sure if he'd be ok with her being who she was. Not to mention the fact that she changes into a brown full a few nights a month and he was undeniably human.

Savannah grabbed her phone one more time and dialed the number her fingers knew quite without her brain even really registering which buttons she's pushing. This time, she hit the call button and put the phone to her ear. She was still in her pajamas because it was quite early and she was counting on it going to voice-mail since he was surely still asleep. It rand about four times and, to her surprise, he picked up.

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire

[hunter]

A silence seemed to have fallen. Unnerving and quiet. It made the street seem all the eerier, even more so when a breeze picked up, tousling Hunter's hair and forcing him to look in the opposite direction, to avoid the stinging in his eyes. A deep sigh left him and he turned, making his way back to the house as he fumbled in his pocket for his now ringing phone. His eyes barely registered the 'unknown caller' on the caller id before he answer, his voice raspy and forced. As he spoke, he realised his throat hurt some and he swallowed hard before attempting again.

"Hello, Hunter speaking," he answered automatically, stopping on the front porch as he raked a hand through his hair. To his surprise, a female responded. Now, where did he know that voice from? Frowning, he concentrated on the light feminine tones, it suddenly clicked. It had been three days ago, or at least, he thought it had been three days. His capacity for time was a litle wonky at present. So he wasn't sure of anything. "Oh, S-Savannah? Well, good mornin' to you too."

Yeah, that was her name. Savannah St. Claire. They'd bumped into each other on campus at Shreveport community college. And when he said they bumped, they literally bumped. It seemed that she had way quicker reflexes than he did, and the two barely managed to avoid the hot splash of coffee that erupted from her styrofoam cup. Of course, being the gentleman that his mother had raised him to be, he offered to buy her another, and then, wrote his number on the napkin. Not something that he usually did, but she was cute, and it was more impulsive than anything. It was as if he felt a connection to the girl. He didn't know how or why, but he felt more connected to her than he had three days earlier.

"I didn't really expect you to call," he spoke after a few moments of silence, rubbing his shoulder slowly, feeling the bite underneath his shirt ache some as he touched it. "But... I'm glad you did. How are you?"

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[savannah]

The ringing had stopped but it took a while before Savannah heard actual words from the other end of the line. It sounded to her like Hunter was just up waking; it occurred to her that she may have woken him up. Poor thing. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, covering up her own surprise at him picking up the phone at all. He recognized her voice and got her name right on is first try. Definitely a good sign. Although, Savannah doubted that he was waiting around for her to call, you really never know.

She grinned, something she knew he wouldn't know about. Hearing his voice again gave her the familiar butterflies that she's been getting all her life when a boy she likes was around. Hmm, I guess I like him, she thought. Easy was another word to describe her, as much as she hated to admit it. There was a few seconds of silence, within which, she couldn't seem to find anything to say. She may have given a low giggle just to make a some sort of sound. She didn't want him to think she hung up. That would have been so 7th grade.

He spoke then, saving her from having to come up with something clever to say. It was way too early for her normal wit to come out after all. "I'm well, thanks," she answered him. "And you?"

Luckily, etiquette dictated that one asks that back and wait for a proper answer. It gave her time to collect her thoughts. It seemed she shouldn't have expected voice-mail and planned what she was going to say. He was making her feel like a kid again with the giggles and speechlessness. Boy, was she in trouble.

"Hey, listen," she asked after he answered her question. "I was wondering if you could help me. You see, a crew on my desk kinda got loose and now it's all screwed up." This was true, she had, actually, tried to fix it herself to no avail. "I have no idea how to fix it. I was thinking, if you weren't busy right now, maybe you could talk me through it?"

This was, by far, the lamest excuse to call Savannah had ever used. But, she didn't have much to work with. Had she gone with her initial thought of inviting him out for a night at the Hair of the Dog, he would have probably freaked out. Undeniably human, she remembered.

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire

[hunter]

It was a tad early for a social call, wasn't it? Hunter dropped down onto a porch seat, rubbing the back of his neck before he slumped down, head resting on the back of the chair as he closed his eyes. It was strange, he hadn't talked to Savannah for more than a few minutes, but he'd known it was her as soon she spoke. Shifting, he opened his eyes, smiling at her voice. She certainly was cute, and she had a pleasant ring to her voice. Course, she seemed too good for Shreveport Community College, but he couldn't exactly tell why. hell, he was too good for Shreveport community college, but he hadn't wanted to go too far away from his home, so had decided on a scholarship even though they could have more than afforded his college course.

"That's good to hear," he smiled into the phone once more, lifting his hand to brush it through his hair as he looked up at the porch ceiling. "Yeah, not too bad. Things have been... a little weird the last couple of days. Have... have you ever... blacked out? For more than one day at a time?"

He didn't know why he was asking Savannah this, but he didn't know who else to talk to, and he was worried. Still, he didn't have long to dwell on what he'd asked her when she spoke again, and he found himself chuckling. A broken screw? that was... a really lame excuse, but cute.

"A broken screw? Well, if you can't screw it back into place, you could always get a hammer then give it a good hit, it should go back into place," he murmured, rubbing his chin. And then, a thought came to him. He straightened, and smiled. "Hey, would you like to go out with me tonight?"

Ok, seriously, did he just ask her out? He hardly ever asked girls out, and when he did, he knew them for a lot longer than a mere three days. Well, even less, since they hadn't spoken since they'd almost bumped into each other.

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[savannah]

The girl was barely listening to what he had said when she asked him how he was. Something about passing out, she thought it was, but what functioning neurons Savannah had this early in the morning were occupied by trying to figure out what to say after he had stopped speaking. And, all she could come up with was the loose screw story. She thought it sounded like there more screws loose in her head than anywhere else. The gentleman that Hunter was, of course, he didn't bust her for it. He even actually offered some suggestions, though Savannah could almost hear the disbelief in his voice. "Good idea," she said vaguely. "Thank you."

A silent sigh escaped her when she knew for sure that her lame story wasn't about to be questioned. She had to suppress a giggle, though, when she heard what he said next. He had just asked her out! Sure! she wanted to yell out. But, Hunter seemed like he was a nice boy; unlike most of the guys Savannah tends to get drawn to. Take the Merlotte's bartender for instance. He was anything but nice. So, Savannah thought she had to be a little more lady-like with this one and said instead, "Tonight? Well, what did you have in mind?"

She wondered what sort of things good little southern gentlemen like this boy here would think are fun. Personally, Savannah thought the whole area was pretty much a bore and had no idea how long she intended to stay. Maybe having Hunter in her life would help her decide to do so.

Savannah Kristelle St. Claire