Nine walked into the tavern, in her black dress and black stilleto's with steel heels. Her hair was short, and black with bleach blonde bangs. She had a pierced lip and a small ring around the middle of her nose. She looked around, with no smile.
She bared her fangs, and found an empty table to sit at. As she moved, her steel heels clicked, a noise she was used to by now. She sat down, and crossed her legs.
Nine cringed, feeling somehting she hasnt felt in years. She moved her dark hues to the stairs. She shuttered and raised slowly to her feet. She smiled and finished her drink, and smashed the glass on the table.
She watched as the cuts on her hand healed, as they always did before.
She looked back at him, and took a step back.
Waiting for him.