As per usual, Neveah had fallen asleep unceremoniously upon her desk, head resting gently yet firmly on her folded arms. She was slumped over and seemingly completely unaware of her surroundings, until Imogen barged in with a loud greeting that snapped her awake. Neveah`s head lifted swiftly as she turned, piercing blue eyes meeting gentle brown ones; Imogen apologized promptly and curtly before explaining that it was time for the hunters to head out. With a small nod of acknowledgment, she rose to her feet and headed towards her wardrobe, changing into a simple sweater and complimentary pants once Imogen had left her alone. Once she was finished, she headed downstairs with a concealed weapon in her pocket, sauntering past the trio and straight outside. Tonight was one of the nights they had prescheduled to go out together, knowing which days the coven was more active than usual at night. She was silent as she led the way down the streets, occasionally eavesdropping on the conversations between the hunters trailing behind her.

``Do you think we`ll see any tonight?`` Imogen asked to no one in particular as she remained glued to Renier`s side, the male having an arm wrapped firmly around her shoulder; he would make sure she did not run off and flee at the smallest indication of danger. Neveah did not answer and continued to walk since she knew one of the males would.

``It depends if we`re at the right place at the right time,`` Damian explained as he shifted, the smallest sound of metal moving indicating the presence of his own weapon somewhere on his body. Renier nodded in agreement while Imogen gulped nervously, her gaze flitting to and fro as if a vampire would leap out and sink its teeth into her neck at any moment. Truth be told, Neveah would quite literally let it happen just so she would not have to deal with the childish, skittish hunter that was clearly not built for this type of work.

It had been a recent guideline that had been reinforced regarding different roles in the world of vampire hunters; there were the actual hunters, the scouts and trackers, then finally the individuals that considered them scientists. The scientists were the scariest, in her opinion, since they strived on imprisoning vampires and figuring out what dealt the most damage to their bodies, whether it be a weapon, poison, or even an emotion. Neveah and her crew were all normal hunters with no assistance from trackers/scouts and scientists. Did she prefer it this way? Absolutely.

``Keep an eye out,`` Neveah reminded them the moment they seemed to start goofing off, increasing her annoyance and the need for solitude. She only trusted herself when it came to these jobs, so it was no surprise that she viewed the others as nuisances and liabilities; she would never go out of her way to save them.. probably. Depending on the amount of vampires, it could be fairly easy to spot them; patrols were always obvious to her and to her fellow hunters. It was always odd to see more than six people wandering the city together, after all.

Neveah continued to lead the trio throughout the serpentine streets of the city, occasionally pausing here and there at any signs of commotion or abnormally large groups of people. It was fairly easy for her to pinpoint vampires that were out and about, their somewhat unique appearances being apparent giveaways; they always looked composed with a silent air of death around them, something she would never admit aloud that she admired. She continued to walk silently, occasionally eavesdropping on the childish banter that Imogen was innocently engaging in; if she had the guts to deal with an incredibly pissed off and defensive Renier, she would have gladly told her to shut up. Unlike the usual times she went out on these ventures with the others, she had not taken the time to tie her lengthy hair, something she should have done in case they did stumble upon vampires; the monsters occasionally resorted to anything when it came to advantages, so a rough hair pull would definitely occur if they deemed it necessary. The thought made her smile briefly before it vanished, freezing completely in her steps when she heard a rather unusual commotion. Her gaze immediately pinpointed on the group that was entering a building, a small smile forming on her face as she decided then and there they would wait outside for them.

``I believe we may have hit the jackpot,`` Neveah mumbled beneath her breath once Imogen, Damian, and Renier had reached her side, looking over at where she was staring with a deadly glare. They nodded silently and they all slid into a nearby alleyway that had a somewhat clear view of the building. Neveah was the one near the front, her gaze never wavering for a second from the entrance the group had used to enter the building. If there were to be a fight, she was already aware of the potential outcomes: all of them would die, as simple as that. Besides, they were also outnumbered and that in of itself was a good enough reason for her to have ignored the commotion. Nothing could really deter her from wanting to wait them out, however, especially since she craved combat whenever it seemed just out of reach. Imogen definitely did not feel the same way, trembling slightly out of fear beside Renier, who was also getting a little annoyed by her behavior. On the contrary, Damian was a silent wall of muscle that waited beside Neveah quietly.

``Is this a good idea, Nev?`` Imogen`s weak, sheepish voice resonated from her left, earning her an annoyed glare from all three of the other hunters. She glanced between them all and lowered her gaze, fumbling her words like a nervous child would. ``You see, there was just a lot of them..``

``You haven`t lived until you`ve killed multiple at once,`` was Neveah`s blunt, unamused response before she focused at the task at hand again. Her words were another harsh reminder of how dangerous she was. Besides, she had even helped a certain scientist from a different city learn an incredibly immoral tactic that most vampires were unaware that was being implemented behind closed doors: de-fanging. The term was self-explanatory; they had learned how to extract the fangs from vampires, rendering their abilities to suck blood from their victims. It was something she had laughed at the first time she had seen it in action, the desperation that overwhelmed the eyes of a vampire as it practically begged for blood. The scientist had thanked her while also agreeing to ensure no one knew of her involvement. She was already viewed as a dangerous, malicious hunter already.. that would definitely worsen things. Her gaze narrowed when she saw the door knob twist, an indication that the group was potentially leaving.

``Jackpot,`` Neveah repeated with an eerie smile, her gaze closing in on the group and their formation; it was the way they were organized that gave them away, at least in the eyes of a seasoned hunter such as herself. A small squeak left Imogen when she saw them, her eyes wide while Renier had to firmly hold her in place; the brat was definitely trying to think of a way to flee the scene already. Neveah sighed as she looked over at the two men, not caring enough to look at Imogen`s pathetic expression and anxiety. ``Let`s have fun, shall we?``

It was rare- incredibly rare- for Neveah to impulsively waltz straight into the eyesight of vampires, yet that was exactly what her plan was. Besides, she knew what they would most likely do the moment they saw her specifically: run. Nowadays, vampires had grown elusive towards her above everyone else, steering clear of her path as if she were the plague itself. With a hum of amusement, she led the way towards the gathered individuals that she presumed to be vampires, glancing back to ensure Damian and Renier were in tow; Imogen was, unsurprisingly, being quite literally dragged along. She was careful, however, to be out of their sight for as long as possible; it would be pointless if they fled immediately.

Neveah knew it was best to approach looking as innocent as possible as well, just in case they were humans. The last thing she needed was to draw her weapon in the face of an unsuspecting human that would certainly scream bloody murder. She could not help but recognize one of the men from the night before, scoffing silently in annoyance.

Neveah was silent as she listened to their words, amusement plastered across every inch of her face. Of course, she should have expected them to put two and two together, especially when she had willingly waited for minutes. Although she had recognized that one man from before, she did not care enough to point him out; her attention was fixated on the one that was talking. Her instincts were telling her that his threats were not entirely empty, that there was a higher chance than usual that this would be an easy victory for the vampires. Imogen`s squealing and protests that were penetrating the silence was a huge indicator of the size in numbers. Usually, a hunter would immediately deescelate the situation and request to simply move on, but not Neveah. Taking on multiple vampires at once was like child`s play to her; a hobby even.

``Easy?`` Neveah repeated with a smile, her gaze drifting towards the other vampires. She knrw she looked nonthreatening and she planned on maintaining the facade for as long as possible. Heck, they had no idea the atrocities she had already commited regarding their kind. She wanted to make them comfortable, to make them think she was stupid enough to show up unarmed; it was why she had not dared reach for the weapon that was concealed within her pocket. ``That stings a little.``

She decided to play into the banter, knowing there was no true harm in speaking with them. It was a different story if she actually managed to piss them off, but that was something she needed to wait towards the end of their exchange for. Any bit of information she could get would be appreciated, so she played along. With a glance towards Imogen, who immediately shut up upon seeing the anger shimmering in the depths of her blue eyes, Neveah spoke again, ``I`m sure you`ve heard about me in one way or another, so that begs the question.. Who might you be?``

Neveah kept a close eye on every individual that she had seen, tensing and narrowing her eyes at any small movement. Of course, she was still paying close attention to the vampire that was conversing with her; honestly, she figured if they had not been on the verge of all-out combat they would probably be able to banter for hours. At his question, she hummed thoughtfully before replying, ``So I know the name to write down on my kill list.``

She was far from a fool and, although she was not as old as the vampires in front of her, she was combatively intelligent to the point where most humans viewed her as a monster. This was precisely why she noticed the subtle signals and the movement in the shadows; it could mean only one thing: a flank. Instead of panicking and telling the other hunters what was unfolding, she let it happen. Besides, she wanted to watch them as they realized she was more of a threat than they thought.

``A weapon?`` Neveah raised a brow at his words, her smile growing further. She was enjoying this.. a lot. On the contrary, Imogen was still wriggling in Renier`s grip while Damian glared daggers at the vampire in the lead; she found it amusing the way they were acting. ``I don`t need one.``

Her words were a half-truth since it was impossible for her to kill a vampire without one, but she could- and has- managed to tire out a vampire by dodging every single attempt of a direct hit. The others clearly did not understand the point of her words when they withdrew their weapons; she nearly called them idiots when she realized a fight was on the verge of happening.