Tanith (silverwhip) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-02 04:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-25, tanith |
The world's problems can be blamed on vampires and familiars. Trufax.
Who: Tanith, Eztli (absolutely NOT her familiar), and OPEN!
When: Evening
Where: Random bar in Ann Arbor
That fucking cat was still outside.
Tanith could see it for herself anytime she looked out a window, and this in itself was rather disturbing. The staff was talking, and Tanith heard from their whispers that it circled the grounds all day, waiting for her to come out. If approached, it was perfectly polite, and would ask for her. It was driving Tanith absolutely insane. Why wouldn’t it just go away?
She did her best to keep busy (in the dungeons, preferably), but there was only so much that could be done. All of her appointments for the evening had canceled. Canceled. That had never happened before. Most of them cited nervousness about the recent, ahem, political situation. Well, that was just great. One night where the collective vampire population of Scarlet Oak really needed to be punished, and not even the most masochistic of them was up for it. Go fucking figure.
Tanith and The Cat were at a stand-off. Had been ever since it had shown up. If she went outside, it would make a beeline for her. Worse, it would try to talk to her again. So Tanith had spent her time inside, caged in like an animal. It was inexcusable! Worse, she could sense her element’s growing displeasure. These long baths and hot tub soaks weren’t quite doing it. She couldn’t get to the pools without crossing paths with The Cat, and eventually, water itself was just going to get plain ole’ pissed off.
Unacceptable, she told herself yet again. With a noise of frustration, Tanith grabbed her jacket and began the trek through the mansion to the garage doors. She was getting out of here. The rain had let up to at least a drizzle, and however unadvisable it may have been, Tanith had never been one to shy away from riding her motorcycle in the rain. Fuck it. Fuck everything. She hit the garage door button and made a beeline for her bike. That Damn Cat wasn’t a fucking cheetah, she’d just outrun the fucking thing.
“You have to come back sometime.” Tanith looked up in alarm when she heard the voice in her head. The Cat was sitting, calm as could be, in the center of the driveway. Tanith found herself so angry she couldn’t even respond. She only hopped on the bike and sped out of the garage.
To the little bastard’s credit, he was much faster than Tanith had anticipated. While much better at sprinting than a long chase, anywhere around thirty-five miles per hour it seemed to have no trouble catching up with. And it was a truly amazing thing just how swiftly other vehicles cleared the road when drivers saw a full-grown cougar chasing after a motorcycle. Once Tanith properly tested its limits, she upped her speed. If it meant going 60 in a 30mph zone? Well, fuck that, too.
Twenty-six minutes and two speeding tickets later, she was into Ann Arbor proper. When the first cop pulled her over, Eztli caught up to her. The cop automatically assumed she’d been alarmed and tried to outrun it, though tried to assure her that familiars were nothing to be afraid of. Then he’d commented that it seemed rather suiting, as her facial features had a distinctly feline hint to them. Tanith was pretty sure he’d been trying to hit on her, and wished like hell she could have beaten the living daylights out of him. He let her off the hook. The next two cops? Not so kind. Well, fuck them too. In the time between them she was able to lose the cat. Once in Ann Arbor, she stopped at the first bar she saw.
It wasn’t a hole in the wall, which she was glad for, but it wasn’t really her type of place either. A little too professional and the woman in leather pounding shots of whiskey just didn’t fit in. This may have been a blessing in disguise. At least people left her alone.
She drowned her sorrows at the bar and weighed her options. It was a fast process, considering she had none. The only way to get rid of it would be to hop a plane, and she’d be giving up a lifestyle she’d become damnably accustomed to. And she had the sinking suspicion that unless she put an ocean between them, it would only catch up to her eventually. Europe wasn’t her thing. Australia was out of the question. The thought filled her with an ache she fought back with another shot.
When the TV above the bar started blaring with local news on the current crimewave, Tanith scowled and slammed her empty glass on the bartop. “Change the channel,” she said, shooting a look over at the bartender.
He blinked at her, and seemed the proper amount of intimidated. “To what?”
Tanith sighed. “Anything not talking about goddamned vampires.”