Just trying to blow off some steam (Open)

[Lucky Hudson]

Lucky walked the streets of Cleveland in the wee hours of the night wearing a black and green flogging molly hoodie and black jeans with green high top chuck taylors, looking to burn off his anxiousness this town seemed to cause all on its very own. Something about the area just gave off weird vibes to him. Like something that made it feel like his heart was at the bottom of his stomach filled with dread, but also made his darker side more trigger happy... which if he was honest with himself was probably what caused the dread as well. Lucky grew aware of this when he had almost got into a fight with an innocent bystander in line at the convenient store just because it took a little longer because they were paying in change. When Lucky himself has had to pay in change before he was usually pretty understanding with stuff like that. He was anxious, irritable, angry and paranoid, more so in certain areas of the town, as if there was some central place that gave off signals to his brain to make him go crazy. He needed to figure out why though.

He walked around the streets trying to find other demons that may be up to no good that he could kick the crap out of to get all this rage out of his system before he imploded. He avoided the cemeteries, simply because he was not confident enough to go in alone, plus they gave him the creeps, he would even steer clear of them back home too. He was a demon who had an irrational fear of graveyards and he was aware of the irony. 

Lucky stopped at an alleyway he was passing when he heard some rustling. He squinted at two figures trying to make out what was going on, not wanting to run up on a couple going at it in public, like he had more than he'd like to admit back in Springfield. He took a few steps towards them, just assessing the situation, when he heard the woman scream and instantly picked up his pace, sprinting towards them.

As he got closer he realized it was a woman that was the source of the screaming and a vampire being the cause of said scream. Having become familiar with the ridged foreheaded, yellow eyed and fang having bunch in his last three years of demon fighting. Upon realizing that, he also realized he would have to be resourceful since he didn't have a stake since he thought he was smart in only bringing his butterfly knife. "Nice job, genius." He mentally chided himself as he pulled the vamp off the lady and threw him into the wall before bracing himself for the fight.

"Go on, get out of here!" Lucky told the distraught young woman without taking his eyes of the vampire that was getting ready to charge at him and looking quite pissed off.

"You're ugly, but I can get ugly too." He said before morphing into his demon form, in which his skin turns a pale blue, he grows two little pea green horns from his forehead, his eyes turn black and little patterns and symbols protrude from his skin, as if it was in some sort of dead demon language or hieroglyphs that he wouldn't even know how to begin to decipher.

He was stronger in his demon form so the fight came a little easier to him, but he was still a little shaky in his foot work, so hopefully this vamp wasn't particularly specialized in kickboxing. He got a couple punches in while trying to keep his distance. The vampire charged at him, Lucky prepared to block a punch but the vamp decided to leg sweep instead, knocking Lucky off his feet and onto his back with the wind knocked out of him. "Shit." He told himself, looking up at the sky as the vampire approached him.

"You're out of your league kid." The vamp told him as he stood over him. Lucky braced himself to die, looking around him for something wooden that could be a makeshift stake, while still trying to keep an eye on the vampire that may be killing him in just a few swift seconds.

[Oz]

Oz stood in the alley behind the bar counting out bills while his band mates finished loading the last of the gear into his van. Unfortunately the crowd at this particular establishment had not been as big as hoped for but as they say, you win some, you lose some. At least they made enough to cover the gas for the drive here and back, with a little leftover. “All set boss.” He heard the bands drummer speak up and pat the vans side. Oz offered a nod and handed off their earnings for the night. “You guys go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

He watched as they got into the other vehicle and pulled away, red tail lights disappearing around the corner. The Dingoes headed home to Sunnydale. His intention was to follow them. Making way to the drivers door his hand barely touched the handle when the scream met his ears. “Really...” He uttered to himself with a small sigh. Black painted fingers nails tapped at the door handle. Seemed every time he swung by old Cleveland he ran into someone in trouble. He could just hop into his van and go. Surely Faith or one of her crew were patrolling the area and could take care of things. He opened the drivers door but just stood there, fingers tapped once more. Go or stay…“Damn.” He reached behind the drivers seat to pull out a crossbow. Looked like he wouldn’t be headed home so soon after all.

A good guys work is never done. He thought to himself as he ran through the dark streets in the direction of the scream. Letting his heightened senses lead the way. The scent of fear grew stronger, the sounds of a scuffle in the alley nearby. The floral scent of perfume wafted over him just as a woman emerged from the darkness. Nearly running into him. She stumbled and he threw out an arm to catch her before she could do a face plant onto the pavement. “Easy, easy.” He spoke softly to her shaking form. “Who tried to hurt you.” A hand rose pointing down the alley before she pulled away and continued to run.

He raised his weapon up, ready to fire as he quietly slinked down the alley. Sticking to the darkest shadows along the edge. There were two. The scent that filled his nose told him one was vampire. The other he wasn’t so sure but certainly not human. Chances were the two nasties got into a fight over who got to snack on the poor woman. Well this werewolf would make sure they never got such a chance again. He pulled the trigger, there was a twang and whoosh as the wooden bolt flew through the air. A loud growl and a poof as it pierced through the vampires back, impaling its heart, and sending the creature away in a cloud of ash.

A quick reload and Oz took a step forward, emerging from the shadows, sights set on the other creature. “Guess you baddies were fighting over who got the girl huh? Looks like you both lose.”  He fired, sending a bolt flying towards the blue colored demon.

[Lucky Hudson]

Lucky racked his brain trying to think of a clever solution to get out of this most-likely-gonna-die situation he's landed himself in. His eyes bouncing around looking for a quality weapon, preferably of the pokey wood and/or decapitating varieties. He saw some old wooden pallets leaned up against the wall and across the alley from him. too far he thought to himself in defeat. Realizing he was running out of time, he began trying to think of escape routes now. Still coming up with nothing. So he was gonna try and talk his way out of it. Distract with words.

"So, what's being a vampire like? Is it as sexy as the movies make it seem? 'Cause I'm not really getting a sexy vibe off of you." He rambled on, maybe he could drag this out if he distracted the vampire long enough to find a way out of this.

"Shut up, Demon!" The vamp angrily snarled at Lucky.

"Hey now, that's rude, you're a demon too. Do I sense self loathing coming from you? So you don't feel sexy either?" He continued from the ground, knowing he was probably going to die a more painful death if this didn't work, but hey, he was buying all the time he could.

The vamp was about to violently react when a projectile burst through his chest, turning him to dust. Lucky was still talking, so his mouth was opened, so some vamp remains went into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. He quickly jumped up from the ground coughing and gagging a little. He looked over to see some dude with a crossbow walking up and reloading as he got closer to Lucky and pointing it at him.

"Guess you baddies were fighting over who got the girl huh? Looks like you both lose." The shorter man said while taking aim.

"Huh?" Lucky said before realizing the crossbow was aimed at him, his face switch from confused to shocked real fast as he quickly jumped out of the line of fire, barely dodging the bolt as he dove behind the side of the dumpster.

"I'm good! I'm a good guy! Please don't kill me!" He shouted, putting his hands in the air as if he were under arrest. Not particularly wanting to die tonight. He had never been shot at before. Well at least not directly.

Lucky sat behind the dumpster, pretty much terrified for his life, quickly morphing back into his normal human self. Shaking in fear.

[Oz]

Damn he missed. There was a slight swish of the bolt grazing fabric and a metallic clang as it pierced a garbage can sending the bin toppling over, its contents strewn out across the pavement. A quick reload and he held the weapon up, eye trained on the sight. Carefully he circled to the side of the dumpster, discarded paper crinkling under foot.

He expected the demon to come charging at him. What he got instead was a plea of mercy. Oz stilled, his brow creased with momentary confusion. He saw a pair of hands rise up from behind the dumpster. He lowered his weapon ever so slightly. Could this be a trick? The demon luring him to drop his guard.? A few more steps to the side so he could see behind the dumpster. Was the guy shaking? The crossbow lowered a bit further. The werewolf debating whether or not to strike…

A small sigh and the crossbow dropped down to his side. “Hey.” He held his free hand up to show it was no longer set on the trigger “Its okay. I wont hurt you.” Part of him hoped this wasn’t a mistake. That he wouldn’t regret not taking the shot when he had it. “What’s your name?”

[Lucky Hudson]

Growing up in the neighborhood of Springfield, Massachusetts, Lucky had heard many gunshots and seen many drive-bys in his young life, but none of them were ever aimed at him so he was certainly shaken by being the target of a bolt from a crossbow, nobody ever wanted him dead before, it was a new experience he wasn't particularly thrilled to be exposed to. He knew it was because of him being a demon, not surprising, there is a reason he tried to keep it a secret for the past 6 years except when he was fighting. He squatted behind the dumpster trembling in utter terror while internally debating whether to run or fight back when he heard the guy that had shot at him begin to speak.

"Hey." The man began, startling Lucky a bit to where he flinched a little. That mostly being a reaction from the abuse he had been subjected to growing up in the foster care system.

"Its okay. I won't hurt you." The guy informed him. Causing Lucky to relax a little as he slowly stood up, breathing a sigh of relief.

"What's your name?' Lucky heard the man ask as he dusted himself off from having vampire remains and garbage on him, he was gonna need a shower once he got home.

"I'm Lucky, Lucky Hudson. You?" Lucky said trying to regain his composure a bit, since he's pretty sure he lost major man points for this interaction. His eye kept shifting to the crossbow in the fellows hand, hoping the guy wouldn't change his mind now that he had a clear shot of the teen demon.

[Oz]

“Lucky.” Oz pondered that name as his eyes glanced from Lucky to the toppled garbage can, the bolt he fired stuck halfway through its thin metal surface. “It fits.” Thanks to his heightened senses and lots of practice Oz did not miss his targets too often. Especially at such close range. Thankfully this was one occasion where he did.

Lucky indeed, Oz thought while bracing one foot against the can and reaching down to pull the projectile free. A quick brush of a thumb over the tip told him it was still sharp. It also told him the bolt had pierced something quite foul in the garbage leaving a rather sticky and unpleasant smelling substance behind. He tossed it away not wanting to think about what it might be.

“Just call me Oz.” He followed Lucky’s gaze down to the crossbow. If he had known Lucky was one of the good guys he never would have fired on him like that. Seeing the way Lucky flinched and picking up the scent of fear made him feel bad. Oz didn’t like scaring or hurting innocent people, human or not. Man he hated to think what would have happened if he didn’t miss. “Sorry I tried to shoot you.” Oz slung the crossbow over his shoulder, letting it come to rest against his back. He held his now empty hands up hoping it would help put Lucky at ease. His hands fell back down to his sides. “Anyway I can make it up to you?”

[Lucky Hudson]

"It fits." He heard he man say as he glanced at the trash can that took the bolt instead of him.

"Well there is a first time for everything I guess." Lucky said in response with a shrug. His namesake didn't necessarily ring true throughout his lifetime, but in this moment, he was certainly glad that it did.

Lucky watched the fellow pull the bolt out of the can, examine it, and then toss it aside. He raised a slight eyebrow at the action, but shrugged it off.

"Just call me Oz." The guy told him in introduction.

"Like the Wizard... or where the where the wizard lived." Lucky said awkwardly with a scratch of his head, unclear on what the wizard in the well known movie was actually named.

"Sorry I tried to shoot you." The man who he now knew as Oz apologized.

"It's okay I guess. I mean I had my demon face on, so it's understandable." He shrugged, justifying why Oz shot at him, Lucky knew he was a monster, and that attempted hits on him were eventually gonna be an inevitability, he just wasn't expecting it this time.

"Anyway I can make it up to you?" Oz asked him. Lucky pondered at the thought for a second.

"Well, food is always good." Lucky suggested with a smirk, realizing he may have just made a potential friend out of this strange scenario of almost getting killed.