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A new job, she had been hired as security. It seemed to be pretty good, pay, location, nothing particularly unpleasant about it. And it wasn't like she was averse to violence. Course her job was to specifically prevent violence, but sometimes that would require the will to commit to it rather than trying to talk someone out. Also, it was owned by another vampire. That meant she wouldn't have to worry about potential issues in regards to treatment from a superior. It was a good place to be while she still figured out just who she was left to be.

She sat at the moment checking the cameras. They gave a good enough view of the building, and let her sit alone and watch. After spending time in the shadow realm she had come to understand why her Wraith had such a habit of speaking strangely. Communication isn't exactly something that's as freely expressed in a place that is like...that. She tapped the weapon by her side, and the sword. She liked having both weapons on her. The gun was usually the more logical choice one would assume, but sometimes different situations called for different solutions.

Mason watched in particular as her employer met with a man outside, a date. Naturally she didn't lose track of what else was going on. Everything was going fine until she saw a grip, she looked closer at the image on the screen and Caia's concern. Already getting out of her seat, she cursed under her breath as she was able to size him up just before the bite, "Blood thief."

She'd seen a great many of them before. She really couldn't care back then, as a paladin or a human. But she was familiar enough with them as she raced out of the room the door slamming behind her as she shut it. Slipping through tables. She reached for the sword, then re-considered. Maybe lopping off heads wasn't the right course of action so soon into a job. Whether it was her employer attacked first or not. Instead she leapt over one of the tables tackling the man to the ground.

Unfortunately, that was not before he'd gotten enough to at least have some of the powers. "Consider your choice of actions carefully. I've probably fought worse." she whispered into his ear hoping to get him to give up then. However, she'd somewhat underestimated his dedication, and physical strength as he managed to jab his teeth into her arm scraping them along, the pain making her let go where he leapt to his feet. He hadn't fed on her, thank goodness. But he still had powers at his disposal, and had a second or two of freedom before Mason could be on her feet and at him again.

Mason was back on her feet, but hesitated as he vanished, she didn't draw either weapon. She was liable to attack with a power at the moment. But then he had Caia in his grip. She narrowed her eyes at him, her head tilted slightly in thought. A moment of instinct told her to just stab through to get to him, but that was just instinct, she didn't make the move to do it. Those paladin instincts occasionally woke up to say hello as a reminder to a more brutal methodology.

She responded to him quietly as he mentioned the sword, "You'd be surprised how useful they are." she said as she tried to think of a way around this. Sifting through her memories of what powers she had at her disposal. Paladin abilities were always so much more straightforward. But that wasn't her anymore. There were some that she knew she could use on him, but they also risked him further harming Caia. Potentially killing her. A non-deadly wound Mason could probably heal, if it was needed, but there was too much risk that he could kill her. She'd recently experienced the Shadow realm, she wasn't keen on someone else going through it because this man was thirsty for blood. 

She was on her feet, at any point ready to take advantage of a mis-step or mis-movement. If that gun would only move for a moment. Mason narrowed her eyes as she heard him speak, he wasn't just a blood thief. He had lost his living privileges in her eyes by his words and actions. But she didn't have an easy way to grant that penalty. Not without sentencing a different one to Caia.

A threat was considered, but Caia spoke first. Asking him to give this up. Again he confirmed to Mason that he no longer deserved the gift of life. Her knuckles cracked, and then Caia made the move herself. Just two or three motions that happened quick. Some of it was chance, but it could be karma. He was injured, and Caia was struggling to get out. Mason had to move fast and now. But a physical motion could be too risky. Instead, she aimed for his mind. The telepath abilities had become rather enjoyable once she'd gained access to them. She attempted to overwhelm his minds with thoughts and feelings, confuse him, make it easier for a real opening to be made by either her or Caia to do something more aggressive.

If it worked, she might just have her chance, she'd again jump forwards attempting to separate the two of them. This time with a little more aggressiveness, trying to grab his gun hand and just keep going with it behind him trying to either break it or yank it from its socket. Best scenario is a serious arm injury, he drops the weapon, and lets go of Caia. She wasn't sure what the worst scenario was.

The power worked, and so did the disarmament. She was able to release his arm as the gun clattered to the floor. Instead drawing the sword from her back, fully intent on beheading the man. Though such intent was not necessarily immediately visible. Nor would it come to fruition. Instead, another bullet sped through the air followed by the sound of the gunshot. There was some blood splatter that hit her, but she was unharmed. Though the clothes would most certainly need to be cleaned. Her eyes shot momentarily towards Caia and back to the man.

Alex had a hole in his head. There was a flicker of a smile on her face, but it faded soon after it showed up. She hoped it had gone unnoticed. She re-sheathed her sword watching the body collapse. Mason saw Caia slump as well and nearly panicked thinking she'd been injured until she heard her words. She frowned.

Right. She had killed a human. Mason had become desensitized from when she was a paladin, killing undead regularly had made her a lot more resistant to the feeling. Zombies to vampires, until gangsters also brought no guilt to kill. To her, this was much more normal. But she understood the issue. "Someone had to." she said quietly in response. She wanted to remind her that the man would doubtless have gone on whether it was her or someone else to end him. "Or he would have continued."

Mason heard her question calling the cops, Mason didn't yet respond. But she also knew the answer was, reasonably speaking, definitely no. There was no best case scenario for that. She said people would come looking for him, "Eventually someone may. But this is Harper Rock. Anything can happen. Most people who are left aren't normal anymore."

Already Mason was starting to think of ways to fix this. She called her wraith, telepathically. Just in case, I want you to find somewhere to dump a body. Check the forest, and the river, maybe check the gangland slums as well. Somewhere it won't be easily noticed. Then come to me at Daffodils. he couldn't respond. But he could find her afterwords.

If only they had more people they could rely on, this would be much easier to clean up. For killing vampires, the bodies often disposed of themselves. For killing zombies, you really only had to clean yourself up. For gangsters, the crime scene was just one of many. There were so many people with guns that were bought and sold you'd never know who owned what.

When Caia tried to smile, Mason nodded her head and smiled back, somewhat sympathetically.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come out sooner. I didn't want to kill him because all I knew was that he was a blood thief. I didn't realize how far he was going to go." she admitted before looking back at the body and thinking, "My wraith is searching for somewhere I can send him. Normally the fact that you used his gun would be a good thing. Except he's got both your blood and mine on him now."

She tapped the arm that was cut and nodded to her wrist. "So we're going to need to make sure he goes somewhere they won't find him." she realized just how bad this might sound, given how much calmer and more experienced she was acting about it, she hesitated before speaking. The truth was the best way to do it. "I...uh. I was a paladin...for awhile. I usually tried to hunt down the vampires doing the most killings. At some point that ended up diverting to a few gangsters. Usually I wasn't the one hiding the bodies. But I figured out how they should have done it."

Mason took in an unnecessary breath, they needed to start moving. She checked for his phone, wallet, and anything electronic that could signal his location when people realized he was missing. They'd need to destroy them. Then when they found somewhere to bury, or sink him maybe, they'd put those somewhere completely different. The forests here were somewhat big, and as long as she didn't stay in them long it shouldn't be too hard.

"We could potentially just throw him in the slums. There's so much that happens there, another death may really not be noticed. And someone other than cops are likely to get to the body first. Or, we get a thick sack, put him in it tie it to something heavy, and sink him. Bury him underwater. Only other option I can think of is to put him somewhere in the forest, but go too long and the fae might be a bit unhappy. Whatever we do, we should decide now."

Mason nodded as Caia seemed to agree with her. To Mason, it was cut and dry. To her he'd forfeited his right to life. But she'd long been that way. It was strange, how much she'd really changed from when she was just another human, interested in art. How much even her personality had shifted, from fear, to anger, and then here. An almost complete neutrality over her own actions and those of Caia. Except that it essentially just felt like duty.

In truth, she didn't blame his desire for the blood of vampires. As a paladin she definitely understood the use of such an ability. But his methods were much stranger than hers. But now, after accepting herself as vampire and that it was not the fault of each vampire what they were, her viewpoint was shifted. And his actions were no longer acceptable.

Mason smiled at Caia as she thanked her, "You're welcome. It is sort of my job. Sort of anyway, coverups aren't usually...eh...covered." she furrowed her brow. Regardless, it was time to get moving. She started checking the mans personal items. Have to get rid of all of it. She didn't plan on being found with his stolen possessions. Whether or not he obtained them legally or not wasn't the problem, vampires were checked regularly and it wouldn't surprise her if they found a missing persons items in the search.

She heard Caia's comment on taking out monsters. It was pretty accurate to Mason's thoughts really. At least, it was accurate now. "Yeah. And the soldiers have been...less than helpful." she commented. Even if she was on their side, their actions were just about useless. A hassle to the good vampires, and an irritation to the rest. The only bright light was that if there was anyone with notoriety roaming around, there was a good chance they were getting shot.

And then someone else came in, at first she started running over the story before she realized Albert was in fact going to help. He'd get black strash bags and clean up while they got rid of the body. Mason nodded her head to him, he also offered his truck to move him. That could help, keep everything in multiple situations. Though, she might be able to just teleport him to the location. "I'll be fine. Thank you. Wounds heal quick. Ma'am?" she looked at Caia, realizing she hadn't really asked if she was alright until Albert had brought it up.

Caia was fine. That was good. Though, from what Mason had heard, when being involved in a murder, even a justified one, sometimes it was best to seek psychological help. She had no idea if that applied to vampires. Or if there was anyone that she could trust to see. Besides there was the issue that they were covering this up. This was all besides the point, they had an issue right now, and it wasn't whether or not anyone here was mentally healthy.

Caia's bite wound looked bad, but for a vampire, it should be fine. Mason's own injury would be on it's way to recovery quite fast. She doubted it'd last any more than a day. Probably be gone by next sundown. She smiled slightly as she saw Caia take off her shoes. Yeah, she was never the type for wearing higher heels herself, at least not for a long time. Then again it was for a special occasion. So she also didn't blame her.

They worked on bagging up the body. Naturally Mason's current clothes were likely screwed now. The sleeve was at least. She'd probably find a way to burn it maybe. Or clean it out of blood and then just trash it. Just needed to insure there was no evidence to trace back to her at any point. She nodded her head to Albert as he again repeated they could use his truck. She wasn't certain yet if that was necessary or not. But made sense to use someone else's vehicle. She'd have to make sure there was no video recording of this event.

As she was thinking about that she heard Caia speak, she was willing to let her leave this. At least, she'd understand if she chose to. Mason stood up straight and shook her head, "I appreciate it, but no. When I said anything can happen in Harper Rock, that wasn't an exaggeration. I knew that when taking a security job. It may not be in the job description, but something was bound to happen." she shrugged, crossing her arms, "Besides, having a job...helps keep me attentive. I've been kind of...lost, since I came back from the Shadow Realm. Still am somewhat."

She slapped her hands against her sides, taking in a breath and looking at the back door, "I'm going to go quickly make some changes to the security footage ok. Make it look like there was just a recording error. Shouldn't take too long. Keep...it out of site for now. We can use the truck but there may be other options and-

"Holes and hovels, empty, alone, quiet." The voice came from her wraith who, as most, wasn't exactly visible. She could see Mason make a face at his sudden entrance but otherwise smile as he continued. "Guidance of word and sound. Of water, of filth, of trees."

"He means he's found places to hide the body. Apparently any of the places. But...have you been to the forest yet? I'm most inclined to drive deeper in, head to the river, tie him to some stones or bricks and then put him in. I may have to go for a swim and try and cover him in dirt at the bottom or something. To me it feels the safest option. But, we could just bury him in the forest as well. I think putting him anywhere risks someone finding him sooner, which may mean more evidence to find on him." She said.