Calazar’s Tuesday night odd encounter(Calazar)
Date: 2026-01-27 01:11
(Calazar’s Tuesday night odd encounter(Calazar):Calazar)
[Tue Jan 27 2026]
On Franklin Avenue
It is night, about 6F(-14C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by grey clouds. The mist is heaviest At Hawthorn and Lake/span
There is a waxing gibbous moon.
After a typical day of trying to beat back the Legion, gnomes, and insufferable vampires Mercy is enjoying some introvert time out on the street at 1am, loitering around the darkened streets as delinquents often do staring at her phone and slurping boba.
It is 1am in the morning, 6 degrees outside, with the moon nearing its fullness and partial cloud cover from lofty grey clouds. While Mercy sips at her boba there is a whimpering sound and the sight of a young girl maybe 10 years old with long golden hair, a pale face that looks a little sickly and feverish flush across her cheeks and nose with big blue eyes. Her winter coat is wool with a white collar and she does not have mittens so she keeps rubbing her hands against each other and has velcro shoes instead of snow boots, she looks losts with her gaze flitting this way and that and she smells bad like maybe she isn’t being bathed or cared for at home, a little dirty too.
There are few people out at this time of night; even the unaware of the city seem to avoid being out after dark if it can be helped. Instincts are a hell of a thing. Mercy however has significantly fewer worries there and lingering by her lonesome in the cold and dark and the teen seems at complete ease until she hears the whimper. Her head shoots up and she spots the young girl easily with no one else around, it’s not the freezing temperature that makes her stiffen and almost choke on a boba pearl but rather the surprise of seeing someone so much younger than herself out alone. “Uh..” She starts, peering around the street as if hoping to find the owner of this lost spawn, while kind of shuffling closer into the girl’s path and waving a hand to get her attention. “Yo, you uh- what’re you doin’ out here by yerself?”
When Mercy starts at the young child in the street with insufficient winter clothes there is a kind of wary look from the young girl at the older and thus naturally cooler teenage misanthrope. “Um…” she kind of shys away a little after being addressed and partially turns away like she might just walk back the way she came while peeking at Mercy. “My mommy left. Daddy was shouting and she left. He said to look for her if I was going to keep crying… I just want to find my mommy.” she explains in a petulant and pitiable voice and a feverish looking complexion.
The wary look the girl gives Mercy is received without judgment. She’d probably look at herself warily too if she were someone else. And so the teen slows her approach and lets the girl have a couple feet of personal space- though she kind of cranes her neck forward like she’s really observing the child and by extent, the situation, more closely. “Oh. Aigh’, well.. which way did she go? Maybe I can help you find her.” Normally Mercy has the maternal instincts of a woodchipper, but newer ones contest that nature and if nothing else she can certainly empathize with the plight of abandonment.
As Mercy nears the young girl there is that odor again thank rankles Mercy’s senses. Upon closer inspection there is some blood stains on her sneakers and the sleeve of her winter jacket has some blood too, perhaps that is where the odor is coming from. The young girl sniffles and edges a bit closer to Mercy while still facing half away as if ready to dart. “I don’t know. I heard a lot of yelling and banging. When I went to the living room, daddy said mommy was gone but I can’t find her.” given Mercy has been out here a few minutes maybe longer being a cool teenager staying out after midnight because fuck old people and sleep. She has not seen any women passing by in a hurry or really anyone except maybe a car a little while ago.
The scent of blood on its own has never been very alarming, Mercy herself is a little spattered in it presently, but even she can’t shake the sensation of wrongness to see it decorating a child’s attire and for the scent to be wafting off of the girl who does not herself appear injured. It lends enough to the imagination for it to start running wild, and she struggles all the more between her apprehension and this insistent need to assist a lost pup. “.. Yer daddy sounds like an asshole.” The older girl observes aloud, not minding her language because she’s never needed to. Then with a huff and some unease in her expression still she tries to beckon the girl along with her in the direction she’d been heading initially- there had been no woman passing by, but she’s not about to leave the kid out here alone with a ‘see ya’ so if nothing else it’s some stalling time to figure out what to do. Or hope, for perhaps the first time in her life, that she runs into a police officer. “Maybe if we keep walkin’ we’ll find some sign of her, yeah..? You ain’ look so good though, where’d all the um.. yer kinda..” A hand gives the all over gesture. “Where’d the blood come from?”
The little girl is shivering and haze comes every time she breathes. Those big blue eyes look up uncertainly at Mercy but she is a girl and dressed like she can handle herself. So she edges a bit closer and holds out an unmittened hand with pale almost blue fingers and an icy touch. “Blood?” she asks then looks down at herself unable to immediately spot it. “I don’t know, I got dressed at home and came to look for mommy.” there is a concerned look and she asks Mercy, “Do you think daddy hurt mommy? Maybe she needs help too… Should we go check for her at home?”
Mercy has to fight the urge to recoil from the girl’s outstretched hand just out of reflex, one that probably would have tried to fire off even if said girl had been healthy looking and not smelled of violence, but she pockets her phone to free up a hand that gingerly takes the young girl’s frigid one into a light grasp. Are they supposed to be that color? It is pretty cold and not everyone runs as hot as a werewolf, maybe she’s just forgotten what it’s like. “Do I think-” The only thing more uncomfortable than finding herself responsible for the wellbeing of a child is also having to answer difficult questions she was never taught to navigate when speaking to one of this age. “.. Nah, course not. We could go check though, if yer worried. Lead the way, miss uh- what’s yer name again?” This was probably not the smartest thing to do but how could she say no to those eyes? Mercy is in rare form tonight, and even offers her boba out to this ominous child after taking another sip.
“Priscilla.” the young golden haired child says and when Mercy offers the boba the child shakes her head insistently and kind of tugs at Mercy’s hand leading her back the way they came. “What is um your name?” she asks while trying not to hurry but clearly hurrying back along the path of her footsteps which are visible in the snow to check on what may have transpired in her home. “You don’t look like you live at home anymore. It must be so nice and quiet.” she says in a kind of forlorn manner.
Though Mercy furrows her brow a little at the refusal, it’s a fleeting moment of suspicion and hey, more for her. So off they go with this mysterious girl now leading the way. “S’Mercy.” She replies between loud slurps of the beverage, eyes passively roaming around the street for anyone else loitering out at this hour who could potentially take over as Priscilla’s temporary guardian. The girl’s statement seems to catch her offguard as they move at a more hurried pace that she easily explains away as worry for the missing woman. “I don’t, an’ it can be. Can also get lonely. Often.” She confides to the girl, figuring her inner thoughts were probably safe with a kid who will forget she even exists in a day or two. “Yer parents fight a lot? Mine did too. Ain’ like all the yellin’ an’ tension.”
“They do.” Priscilla says sadly and the house must not be far because they are standing in front of a house with the lights off and the front door is slightly ajar. There is a nervous look from the young child as if anticipating some great horror behind the ajar door, her icy cold hand squeezing at Mercy’s warm hand. “Its to quiet. Daddy is never this quiet, he always sleeps with the tv really loud.” now that Mercy can see the two story townhouse a couple of things immediately stand out. There is only the little girls tracks in the ice and snow coming down the steps and this house kind of looks abandoned. The lights off, no care for the lawn, the windows have no curtains but are still dark.
Mercy might be kind of dumb and plenty reckless but even she can’t ignore the deafening sound of warning bells going off at the sight of this house. Her hand tightens around Priscilla’s a little more to hold her back as Mercy’s own boots kind of dig into the snowy walkway to anchor themselves down. There are enough signs here and within her own grasp that point to a rather obvious conclusion but she doesn’t want to acknowledge it just yet, and so she asks instead, “.. Are you sure you wanna go in there? You ain’ gotta, if you ain’ feel safe. Could take you somewhere else, someplace warmer maybe.”
“But what about mommy?” Priscilla asks pitiably with a look at the ajar door and the darkness beyond and then up to Mercy with those feverish cheeks and big baby blue eyes. “If daddy isn’t home we can just check for mommy. I don’t want to lose her, she is the only nice person.” and then she blinks away tears welling up. “Girls at school are so mean.”
Curse these maybe human maybe animal but very much protective urges. The tears win her over, albeit with a groan, and her heels un-dig themselves from the ground to allow Priscilla to lead them closer to the door and dark, potentially sinister home beyond it. “Alrigh’, alrigh’, jus’ a quick look..” Mercy mutters, more to herself as a comfort, every step tentative and fighting through the unseen force that is a gut feeling she won’t like what she finds inside, trying to converse with the girl still as a way to keep her own nerves in check. “.. Ayeah, they are. I remember this one bi-” Ahem, she tries again. “This one girl in my first grade class, Stacey Carlisle, was always hoggin’ the best crayons. Ain’ wanna share the nice purple one I liked an’ even -snapped- it in half in front of me when I tried to take it. So I pushed her.”
As the two girls near the ajar door a chilly wind rushes in and swings it open to reveal a dark hallway with a single light at the end. Its from the bottom of a door where the crack is and maybe it is a bathroom or a bedroom at the end of the hall. There is another squeeze and a hurrying tug at Mercy’s hand as the young girl Priscilla tries to hurry into the seemingly abandoned house. “Mommy!” she calls out as they cross the threshold though if Mercy pulls back the girl rushes towards the end of the pitch black hall where the light can be seen under the door.
Mercy is nothing if not committed and she’s come this far, so even when the wind whooshes the door open and every bit of this is seeming more and more like some kind of ghost fuckery she follows Priscilla past the threshold and into the house. Maybe some part of her, despite all signs, hopes there might be any kind of happy ending behind that door at the end of the hall.
It is a few steps into the dark hallway after the little girl that Mercy’s senses prick like a wolfhound whose ears suddenly go into radar mode. The smell is stronger that off odor and hint of blood. But the scents in this house are fresh. There is no home smell that comes from a group of people living somewhere for awhile. These are just recent scent trails like drifters… a door is swinging open in the dark to her right there is a hiss and a man coming out to bullrush her! Even the little golden haired girl Priscilla has turned around and those blue eyes glow… where has Mercy seen that before?
Was it karma, or something else entirely having its fun with her lately? This would be something for Mercy to reflect on later if she lives long enough to have that luxury. At the very least if these aren’t ghosts she can, to some capacity, hurt them- and she’s more prepared than she seems. Physically reacting through hardwired instinct she tries to move out of the way of the man rushing her and get some distance between them while reaching back for her crossbow which is already pre-loaded with a wooden bolt, the cup containing her boba already having fallen and half-exploded on the floor.
It is not hard for Mercy to juke the male figure that tries to rush her. The man slams into the wall breaking the studs and putting a torso sized hole in it. Meanwhile as Mercy draws her crossbow bolt the glowing blue eyes narrow and suddenly… YOINK! Mercy is telekinetically pulled from the doorway deeper into the dark hallway then the door is slammed shut… Oh there are not just a small glowing eyed child and her apparent father here but also the mom and they all have vampire fangs. That odor was the stench but seeing as they are all breathing and hissing they are clearly activating their bodies and have Mercy in their trap!
Not this shit again. If Mercy didn’t kind of hate vampires as it is she certainly does now, and after she confided all those dark secrets about her past and Stacey Carlisle, too. Her boots scrape the floor as she tries to fight back against the telekinetic pull and she lifts the crossbow to take aim at Priscilla now, locking onto her glowing eyes to try and get a bolt right between them.
*fwang!* the bolt is released and causes the golden haired, blue eyed child to fall backward with a wooden bolt sticking out of her forehead. Unfortunately for Mercy while she seems to have killed? Shot a child vampire the woman and man dressed in east coast winter clothes take the opportunity to rush her at the same time. Neither one of them is really trying to fight instead using force and surprise to try and bite her throat and her wrist at the same time! They have their hands on her, she is being grappled, fangs drawing close to her skin. Just as its do or die there is a *eeeeeeeeek* of a door opening and Calazar stands there with glowing green eyes and an insufferable fanged smirk. “You know I was hunting this pack of unaffiliated vampires. I did not expect to find you in their trap.” he says in a gregarious spanish accent as if he’s forgiving Mercy for her perdicament.
Even knowing what Priscilla is, or was, burying a bolt in her skull and watching her fall back is a sight Mercy isn’t likely to forget anytime soon once the adrenaline wears off. For now it’s one worry taken care of, two to go. Said two now so closed in on her that there’s no chance of her being able to fire another shot, and the weapon follows the boba in hitting the floor while she’s locked in a struggle just to keep their fangs at bay. In all this close-quarter panic the teen’s bones start to audibly snap and warp, the stakes triggering her need to shift, and through all this she has about two seconds to register Calazar’s sitcom worthy arrival as well as his teasing. “DON’T JUS’ FUCKIN’ STAND THERE!”
Calazar draws his cutlass from his hip and steps into the hallway even as Mercy is half changing. Its probably good she’s in progress because the one that is trying to just nom her arm sinks their fangs through the jacket and manages to break the skin while the one at her throat is held off for a moment longer. “I did not think you would accept help.” he says with some amusement and instead of actually helping Mercy he steps in and beheads the young girl turning her into a pile of ash. Though given her telekinetic abilities and the whole luring Mercy into a trap one might wonder just how old a vampire she really was…
Now it’s Mercy who adds to the horror movie elements of the night as her body near folds in on itself, elongates, tears open, and is every bit as grotesquely loud as one imagines. Her cries of struggle and frustration are replaced by wet, guttural snarls and the much larger animal she’s become may be a wider target to sink teeth into but much more difficult to hold in place, trying to quite literally shake off her attackers if not completely bowl them over should her wildly snapping jaws not manage to catch a limb first.
The unnaturally large amber-eyed wolf is able to throw off both the biting vampire man and woman filling up the hallway with her larger than life lupine frame. Calazar doesn’t seem all to eager to move further into the now cramped space with her so he motions up with a hand and the woman vampire is hurled into the ceiling unable to move or reach Mercy(wolf) for the moment. This leaves the man with dark hair, dark eyes, elongated fangs, and a scrawny appearance against the wolf. He is to hungry with the bloodlust to think to flee or back down perhaps newly turned or just willing to push his luck while the numbers are two to two. He lungs as Mercy(wolf) and unleashes bear mace right into her face! What the fuck when did vampires start using gadgets!
Mercy(wolf) gets mace’d of all things, and probably wakes up the entire neighborhood with the series of loud, shrill canine shrieking that follows. Her eyes are sealed shut and she shakes her head roughly like that might somehow dislodge the searing sting in her eyes, but she still has her sense of hearing and it’s a cramped enough space that her jaws inevitably close around the vampire man’s torso- the haggard looking one, not Calazar. This time. Teeth pierce deeply and lock in as she uses her weight to shove him back, down, rolling onto him as he hits the floor where she can easily if still blindly rake and tear what little flesh is really left in his bony body, piece by piece until she’s satisfied he’s met death a second time or close enough to as the blood dribbles from her maw and in a growing pool around him.
Now that Mercy(wolf) has been bear maced and also left a bloody mess of still clinging to life vampire on the floor… She is also getting that sweet sweet hit of vee courtesy of the bony vampire being a gusher. Meanwhile the front door is busted out as the female vampire goes running into the night. With one dead, one greviously wounded, and one runner. Does Mercy(wolf) stay and finish off her prey, does she instinctively run after the female sprinting down the street, or does she lunge at Calazar. The mostly friendly vampire says, “I think you got him.” while remaining near the pile of the first kill with a little crossbow bolt sticking out of it. He doesn’t have his sword up but its clear Calazar is ready just in case Mercy(wolf) rushes him too.
Though she does detect the hurried footsteps of the remaining female vampire through the sounds of movement, shredding, and the pounding of her own furious heartbeat, Mercy(wolf) can’t see the fleeing target and her urge to chase isn’t triggered. What does immediately catch her attention however, is Calazar’s voice again. She might be a little peeved still about an earlier incident, that her evening was ruined by more of his kind, that her boba lays frozen on the floor of this shitty house, or all of the above. Throw in that she’s a riled animal amped up on vee and it’s easy enough to guess why she leaves her now mostly unmoving victim to lunge in the direction she’d last heard the only other vampire in the room still standing.
As noted Calazar is expecting something from Mercy(wolf) perhaps more the chasing of her assailant but it isn’t unreasonable that she would assault him. Right as she lunges Calazar nods up and Mercy(wolf) is lifted up to the ceiling where she can thrash wildly unable to touch the floor or use the walls for leverage. “It’s a little early for our next tussle…” he says and steps through the door he had appeared dramatically from earlier… The sound of running can be heard Mercy(wolf) falls back to the ground the telekinetic lift that immbolized her ending just as Calazar goes soaring through an open window and then bounds up into the sky and onto a roof across the street. Perhaps Mercy(wolf) can catch him, perhaps not, the vampire she bloodied and mauled does a great act of being dead in hopes he too is not ashed leaving Mercy(wolf) to pursue Calazar or do something else entirely.
Mercy(wolf) really had just wanted to do something good, so it stands to reason that it would all go so wrong in such spectacular fashion. Now the blood soaked, blinded wolf finds herself heaved up into the air and there’s a good bit of flailing before a hind foot makes contact against the wall and lets her kick off from it just as Calazar is making his dramatic exit. The pre-existing momentum allows her to break into an unsteady run not long after the unseen force drops her back to the ground, and this large, reckless, frenzied, BLIND beast crashes its way out of what’s left of the wall by the front door in pursuit of the man, no doubt causing several near accidents from barreling down the streets in a sightless rage.