Who: Booker & Blair Where: London What: Escape When: Nov 1st - night Warnings: language
For some reason, Booker thought they could just hide in the shadows and all would be forgotten at some point. The memories would block them out, or that they would be replaced by something else. Unfortunately, that was not what happened. He had cheated the wrong crowd and they weren't let them go that easily. If it had just been him, the vampire wouldn't have worried as much, it would have been easier to slip away. He would be harder to track alone. He wasn't alone, however, and he was running out of options. They had been met at every turn, him and his ghoul. If she had been anyone else, he would have ditched her to her own fate but he cared what happened to her. Why, he didn't know, but he kept her around.
For now, they were running down the narrow back streets, his hand wrapped around her wrist. As a human, she couldn't run like he could but so far, she was managing to keep up. The only sound around them was the sound of their feet, her desperate breathing and the odd echoing of those tracking them. Fucking hounds. The airport had been guarded as well as the ports and train stations he'd found.
Skidding to a stop, he almost ran them right into the side of a building before taking a sharp turn. How was he supposed to know that the casino belonged to weres? The turn took them to a dead end and he gritted his teeth, putting her behind him. The hounds would be on them in seconds at this point... he'd have to kill them. "Listen to me, for once, Blair. Stay there and close your eyes." Thank god for their mental connection.