Erica returns after some extracurricular stress relief
PG-13 | OPEN TO MULTIPLES
WARNINGS: Bloody entrance
The lobby of the Crown Plaza looked as pristine as it always did. Yellow and taupe plush seating. Yellow bouquet in the center. Marble columns standing tall.
White tile floors shiny and slick with a small pool of blood—
Erica Carmen Reyes; bitten Beta werewolf and all-around sarcastic, tormented bitch; stood by the entrance doors covered from head to toe in the red, sticky substance. Some of it was her own, a lot of it belonged to the monsters she'd just gone out to play with in an effort to relieve some stress and aggravation. She'd let the wolf come out to play and it had been somewhat beneficial.
For anyone who would have searched, no one would find any wounds. The slashes she'd taken from whatever the hell she'd fought out there had already healed. As had the bite marks. The cuts. The bruising. All gone to reveal nothing more than immaculate, porcelain skin underneath the layers of dried and not so dried blood. The clothing she wore soaked up the blood that fell from her skin, having returned to normal once she'd crossed the threshold into the hotel.
Great. This meant she was going to have to do laundry. Erica hated laundry.
Sighing softly, she wrung her hands roughly, splattering more blood onto the floor. The fights had been brutal, worse than the one with the Jabberwocky with Allison. Likely because she'd been on her own this time.
The medallion Derek gave her pressed against her bottom in her back pocket as she bent down to pull her boots off her feet and step out of the pool of blood. She needed to get out of these clothes quickly before anyone found her. No sense in alarming people, after all. And a blonde covered in blood in the middle of the lobby could very well do that.
She really hoped this didn't stain her hair, damn it. Getting blood out could be a bitch.