||Pleased to pissed in 18 posts
Who: Kelsey and Katherine (Closed)
What: Darker times ahead.
When: Monday, August 9th, 2003 – 11pm
Where: Back ally’s of LA.
Why: Kel’s on the job.
Rating: PG-13 (or higher)
Growling the slayer had lurched down the ally. It was supposed to be down here. This is where she had been told to go, at this time. Granted she’d run into the object she was to prey on a bit ago, down on another street and the beatings had begun there. However the fucker had managed to stall her for a moment before running down to this ally, where things were supposed to take place originally. Maybe the creature had known this was coming. Tilting her head from one side to the other Kel lit a cig, taking a drag as she held the filter between bloody fingers. Following the beast was easy as the trail of blood it’s broken body left was miraculous, shimmering and shinning in the pale moonlight and flickering street lights of this concrete jungle. LA wasn’t a place where you had to be afraid of lions, tigers and bears, but you sure as fuck did have to be afraid of those who would eat you alive. With a small giggle smoke rolled lavishly over the slayers lips as her mind confirmed that she now, was one of those things to be afraid of in the night. If she could have seven foot, spiked creature with super strength on the run, she was the new thing your parents warned you about. Eyes searched over the corner she knew the mammoth beast would be hiding behind.
Placing the cancer stick back up to her lips another slow drag was taken in with the light above her head flickering on and off with an annoying buzz. Looking up at the night sky offered no form of view like Salem had, well, certain parts of it. Not that the stars mattered really, they were all ready dead. Just like everything else in the world. There was really only two things, those who knew the were dead, and those who didn’t. The demon down that ally, he knew he was dead. That’s why he feared for his life, because his mind wanted to remain in a suspended bliss that he wasn’t dead. Delicate fingers released the paper and tobacco causing it to fall slowly to the ground. Dark brown eyes filled with pain and viciously murderous intentions watched the cigg fall, bouncing on one end, then the other before settling in it’s final resting place on the cold concrete. Using the tip of her shoe the dark slayer ground the ash out before leisurely making her way around the corner. The demon stood, searching the walls for any form of escapes and brown eyes let him continue for a moment longer as the slayer leaned against the wall, watching her victim scramble like a helpless animal trapped in a box. A sick looking smile spread over her face as eyes lit up at the sight of broken bone protruding from one of the creatures arms, which had been the cause for the steady trail of blood that was left.
( Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens, brown paper packages tied up with string... )