| Back from the Dead |
[21 May 2008|05:09pm] |
As soon as shadows kept them safe from discovery, Star ditched the bartender. After all... she didn't want him getting the wrong idea. That was one guy who wasn't coming home for the night.
The distance to where she'd parked her car was four, maybe five blocks. The blonde hurried down the road on her impractical shoes and wrapped her arms tight. It wasn't that cold, but compared to the temperature the air had reached in the bar, outdoors felt practically like frostbite. It was loud, too, with rebel tires squalling and voices shouting and the distant complaint of sirens. She was one girl out of how many rebels? The likelihood of getting followed by an Agent was slim.
What worried her wasn't them. It was the so-called illegals. They had gathered for a private talk, but now they were roaming the streets in who knew what angry states. Plus, there was a betrayer amongst them. Suspicion could get the best of even calm, rational temperaments...
So she had heard.
What was she supposed to do about Leah? Sooner or later, the Feds were going to call the hybrid out on her witchy roommate. The best plan of action was to pack her bags and head for the hills. Or possibly Victoria's hotel suite. Having no idea about the break-up she had more-or-less caused, Star hadn't any reason to doubt she'd be welcomed with open arms. "Yeah," she verbally persuaded herself. "Homeless couch hopper. I can handle that. Maybe I can pay her off in platelet donations." She snorted, and was about to break into a jog when her high heel snapped like a twig.
"Oh, shit!" Star hopped, dangling the errant footwear like it was covered in brown. "Sh- to the motherfucking -it." Teetering against an old truck tailgate, she broke the stem completely off and contemplated what kind of mettle it would take to put her bare feet on the ground.
The ghost in the shadows continued to watch the young wiccan. His breath stuck in his lungs as though the oxygen had been replaced with burning hot tar. After all this time, after coming back from the other side… the one moment he had dreamed of, the moment that he lay tortured in bed over night after night, it had finally come.
Tyler's mind flashed an old memory. He was just a teenager, and he was fighting his first demon one on one. In spite of all his training, coaching, and encouraging, there was a voice in the back of his brain that told him victory was impossible. That same voice whispered in his cranium now, and a chill ran down the back of Tyler's spine. So Tyler did now what he had done in that very first brawl. He took a deep breath, put one foot in front of another, and went forward with as much confidence as he could muster.
He didn't speak. There were no right words that would soften the shock. He kept his eyes fixed on Star, and waited for her to see him and begin the process of realizing what was happening.
Footsteps.
( Stranger )
( Are You Real? )
[Thread: Open to Tyler and Star]
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