Originally posted by midnite127
Crayola swung around the corner into a barely lit parking lot, save for two dimming lights shining down from thin silver poles. She placed a gloved finger to her lips in wonder. "You seemed to be a healthy lady..."Starting to walk inbetween cars, she trailed a gloved finger along a row of windows. "Your car wouldn't be too grungy...not too expensive but bordering over cheap. Well washed possibly...but not likely. THIS is your car!" finished Crayola dramatically, pointing to a white Toyota badly in need of a wash.
Peering in through a window, she smirked. "Yeah, and the little pictures of you and your...boyfriend? Yeah, those hanging around inside the car didn't hint to that either," Testing the handle for an alarm, at not hearing anything go off, she started to pick at the lock all the while silently praying in her head.
'God forgive me for robbin a dead woman but I have to get back to the manor.' A click was heard, Crayola's lock picking attempt a success. Pocketing the lockpick, she started to open the door, only stopping at feeling a shiver brush across her neck.
She stopped, lowering one hand very slowly to her side. With her other, she gently removed her reading glasses, pocketing them away as she turned out into the parking lot, hazel eyes narrowed. "Me thinks I'm not alone..."
Dean stood in behind the car. His blonde hair blowing over his cold blue eyes. He had no emotion on his face, and he didnt move. His gloved hands where balled in fists, and his trench coat blew in the wind also. He starred at the woman, trying to sniff her out. All he could get was the scent of dirt, and human blood that crowded the streets. He was getting hungry again.
He bared his fangs for a quick second, gave her a wink and in a flash he dissapeared. He needed to sink his teeth into something, and find out who this woman was.
Crayola noticed it almost instantly. The quick wink of a cold blue eye, a hint of sharp white teeth. It disappeared as soon as it caught her vision, leaving her with her hand resting on the opening of the door.
Her heart had skipped a beat, it had...thrilled her so to speak. Frightened her? A little but she was...amused more than anything else. Giggling slightly, her eyes started to sparkle as she opened the door, plopping herself down onto the dark plush cushion seat, a water bottle lodged into the passenger's seat.
Closing her eyes, Crayola leaned back, her smile dimming down. "See Cray," She started to speak to herself in almost a lecture. "This is how you get yourself in trouble, bein in the wrong place at the wrong time," She whispered a small chant, the car starting automatically. Letting it heat up, she smirked. "Using my craft for purposes other than being a perfect little witch."
Crayola laughed, narrowing her eyes as she sat back up. "More like the perfect little b*tch..."
Dean sunk his teeth into a teenage prosititute, tasting the mans hormaones rushing through his veins. He had the boy pinned in between a brick wall, and a garbage bin. The boys eyes were almost popped out of his socket, and his mouth was locked open.
Dean growled, ripping flesh off and then dropped him on the floor. He straightened his hair, wipped his mouth, and fixed his jacket. He looked at the dead boy laying on his back, his face was blue now. Dean grinned and sat him up, breaking his jaw so it didnt open the way it did. He buttoned the boys coat, and straightened his hair, and moved on.
Dean watched as peoples breath began to show in the cold nghts air, he felt jealousy and even tried the same. Even though he knew the outcome. His eyes narrowed as he saw the woman in the car. He licked his lips, still tasting a bit of blood, and decided it was time for some stalking. He leaped up grabbing the fire-escape banister, and pulled up so he could leap higher onto the roof. He landed as if he was kneeling then slowly stood to his feet. Ready to follow the woman.
Driving out from the parking lot, Crayola slammed onto the gas pedal, window wide open as she light the night air blow the small blue scrunchie from her hair, her rippled chestnut brown hair blowing wildly across her laughing face.
The music on the radio turned on high, she found she was in a good mood, humming along to the lyrics of the rock song playing overly loud, throwing her hands in the air as she reached near 110mph, going through green after green light.
'Talk about being inconspicuous...' thought Crayola to herself, smirk across her face. She careened around a corner turning uphill, reducing her speed as she started to drive through the more suburban like area of the city.
Stopping a good ten minute walk away from the manor, she skidded to a halt. Her idea of going slow had been 80mph and she didn't bother to slow down before making a stop, skid marks being the most prominent mark she noticed once she stepped outside the car.
"Oops?" It was more a question of whether she should care or not. Letting out a warm breath in the chill air, Crayola placed her hands deep inside her pockets, walking briskly back to the house, not noticing the pair of eyes that had been watching her...
He was right behind her, following just as fast as the car. He leaped from building to building, and once down into the road and into some trees. When she reached where she wanted to go, he leaped over her and onto the mansion rooftop ducking low so she couldnt see him. Though, he wanted her to feel like she was being followed.
Crayola widened her eyes innocently, placing back on her glasses. Putting a hand to her mouth, she gasped, smiling. "Oh my dearie me, really need to watch where I'm driving," She giggled, almost airheadedly as she continued, starting to place her hair back into a sloppy pony, several blonde tinted brown curls hanging to her face. "Just got my licenses and I...er, 'rented' this car and I just couldn't resist!" Pocketing her hands, she turned and started to walk away from the stranger. "Be glad I didn't hit you, Mr!"
'Yeah, 'specially considering car's stolen and all. Getting blood on the windshield really would have made my day.' A small smirk appeared from her sarcasm, Crayola in decent spirits despite the circumstances. All she could do was hope everything worked out...or if they police caught her they'd only give her probation with three months of community service.
Laughing to herself, she reached the rich velvet doormat, a small yellow light going on overhead, the mahogany doors to her front. She took out a golden key and put in the lock, starting to frown slightly as she unlocked the door. Stopping as the door swung open rather ominously, she turned around into the neighborhood.
Trees swayed in the shadows, in the distance, rottweilers barking, the occasional streetlamp casting its glow on fertile grass. 'So why won't it go away...?' She let herself into the house, slamming the door behind her. Throwing her jacket into the darkness, she started to reach for the light switch. 'The feeling that...I'm not alone,'
Something hairy brushed past her reaching hand. Crayola screamed...loudly, flipping her hand up away from the source and illuminating the house, a power surge going through the bulbs from her sudden shock. At seeing what her hand had brushed past, she let out an anxiety ridden breath, pointing accusatorily to a black mink scarf hanging shamelessly by the lights. "DON'T...do that!"
Sighing, Crayola shook her head, making her way to the kitchen with a scowl. "I needs to gets me something to eats..."
Dean watched from the sunroof, his eyes could see her as clear as daylight. He moved as she did, into the next room. Pearing from above, he watched her move, deciding that this wasnt his style he stood up and smashed his foot through the roof window and jumped down, his combat boots making a thud as he landed behind her.
Though, before she could turn to see him, he dashed into a dark corner and waited for her to investigate the sounds. She looked like that type of person. He could sense that she was a smart girl, but he couldnt tell what exactly she was.
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He quickly moved behind her, grabbing her arm and swinging her around. He quickly grabbed her other arm and raised both over her head and pinned her tightly to the refridgerator.
"Hello." he said with a smile. He sniffed her, and it was clear what she was. It had been a long time since he had sniffed something like this out. "I'm sure you blood is delightful.." he growled. Even though he had no intentions of killing her at the moment, but he made it like he was thinking about killing her right then.
Crayola widened her eyes, caught offguard by the sudden assault. The stranger with the startling blue eyes, breaking through the sunroof, pinning her too tight for comfort, the threat of having her neck ripped out...
'The broken god damn sun roof,' she thought slightly annoyed, figuring if she lived through the encounter she'd have to pay out of her wallet. Taking a breath, she leaned her head far back from the stranger, surprised her heart hadn't exploded yet. Any minute now, she expected to feel fangs digging into her neck, especially considering witch blood was more than delightful, it was potent, intoxicating even.
Wanting to get her last few words out, but only able to raise an eyebrow, Crayola spoke innocently, the smallest hint of threat despite her being overpowered. "You...do realize you're going to pay for that, right?"