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Colin Matthews (notouchnosee) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2009-05-14 21:23:00

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2009-06-01

Dark Alley
Who: Cara and Colin
Where: Streets of Ann Arbor
When: Early evening
Moar: Warning for violence

It was just past dark and Colin was still sort of waking up. He'd headed out of the warehouse he'd been sleeping in, shouldering the army duffle he kept everything he had in. He'd been in this area long enough that the other street people had learned he didn't like to be touched or bothered much. Most of them were happy to oblige him, especially after he tossed that drug dealer halfway down the block last week for grabbing him.

Sometimes, being crazy was an advantage. Just not very often.

He took a deep breath of the warm night air. Not that he really breathed, he hadn't been a vampire long enough to forget that deep breaths didn't really do anything or that stretching his legs was pretty pointless. It didn't matter. It was something to do besides huddle under a streetlight trying to muddle through The Tao of Pooh. He'd never been good at reading, and even something that was written like the For Dummies manuals was hard for him.

Colin wasn't going near the first public vampire bar's grand opening. He'd been in vampire bars before. They creeped him out. Too many pushy blood dolls and people and it was suffocating. No interest at all. Especially when he was hungry. Which he usually was. And tonight he was, because it'd been a few days since he'd fed last.

He wasn't hunting. He never hunted. God, he hated his unlife.

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armani_maneater
2009-05-15 07:07 am UTC (link)

Cara was running a few last minute errands. This was often how her life was -- make-up and hair, errands, stop somewhere to put on the dress, and show up just as Sebastian was looking for her. Many days, there simply did not seem to be enough hours in the day, and today was no exception.

She had just finished running her errands, and she moved with the hurried, confident stride of a woman who had places to be. The drycleaning was slung over her shoulder, all but her dress. She wore that -- the drycleaners had let her change at the store, as they usually did.

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she stepped into the parking garage, long, shapely legs flashing beneath the skirt as a breeze rustled the fabric. Her voice rang out through the garage as she spoke into her cell phone. "Absolutely not!" she declared emphatically. "That was not the agreement! Our contract specifically states..." It was a matter of the cleaning woman again. Up until the past month, this agency had been fantastic. She didn't understand it!

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notouchnosee
2009-05-15 11:59 am UTC (link)

He stopped and leaned against the wall of a parking garage. The woman talking on her cellphone within barely registered. What caught his attention was the small group of street thugs laughing and looking over. Then they shushed each other and headed into the garage.

Fuck, he'd seen that set up before. Colin debated for a moment. There was no reason to believe they were going to hurt her. They were probably just drunk. Okay, they were drunk and they were exactly the kind of people who did things like attack lone women in parking garages.

He banged his head back into the wall, and that's when he heard more laughter and voice. "Hey, hot legs, how about we have some fun?"

Colin let out a curse as the words triggered someone else's memory. April, his first victim. She'd been mugged and raped in an alleyway by a guy with the same attitude. Left barely alive. The girl had seriously had no luck, considering how her life had ended.

Anger, fear, and vengeance started warring in his mind. Fuck it, he couldn't just stand there when he knew what was gonna happen. Might as well put being a monster to good use. Besides, he was hungry and one of these bastards probably deserved what he did to people.

Karma was a bitch, and they'd picked the wrong garage. Pushing off the wall, he headed inside.

	notouchnosee 2009-05-17 07:27 pm UTC (link)
	"No!" he shouted, backing away. If the police came, they'd take him away. Lock him in a cell. And then they'd find out he was crazy and they'd lock him away forever. Or until he killed himself or someone trying to get free. "No..." he repeated as he continued to back away in fear, throwing his arm over his face as if to hide it from her. "No." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	armani_maneater 2009-05-17 08:38 pm UTC (link)
	"I can't stop you from leaving," she said softly, again in that logical voice of hers. That much was obvious -- if he wanted to go, what was she going to do? Try to restrain him? "But things will be worse if they find you that way." But, then, finally, an operator was picking up, and the next five minutes were spent explaining the situation to the police. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)