"Well, come on then." With a slow jerk of her head the Brit indicated the path they would travel. Over the wall and through the graves a hunting we will go,' she mused to herself with a small, secret laugh as she raced towards the brick wall. Jumping from street to car and flipping up on top of the wall she stood with a smile as the alarm went off enjoying the chaos she wrought. "And do try to keep up," she smirked knowing the challenge would keep the slayer hot on her heels and the hunter mind strong within her. It was so much easier to toy with people who's brain functions were impaired by the aftermath of orgasms they have never known or the sating of hungers they couldn't show in the light. It took some of the challenge out, true, but there was a certain undeniable sadistic lure to it.
Extreme running was something she knew fully well they both enjoyed. The watcher had improved her skills while stalking the potential and yet remaining unseen. Therein was the rub. But there was nothing to hide now. Both dark sides danced freely in the open with a sensual lure that was difficult to ignore. Katherine's body floated and flipped with gleeful abandon, the sounds of Kelsey's breathing and grunts giving her more than a little pleasure. Knowing that she was in control and yet being chased fulfilled many nasty little thoughts that begged for attention after her long, self imposed chastity.
As the cliffs came on she turned to face her slayer precariously perched at the edge by the tips of her toes. Elegant arms glidded out gracefully to her sides. With a wickedly sensual grin she tempted the raven haired young thing, "Can't stop now." Her chest heaved as she spoke, the darkening of her brown eyes opening up many more possibilities than a simple slash and bash. With that she dove backwards in a perfect arch. As she turned her eyes glued to the cliff that she might angle in at the just the right moment. A tiny puff of sand was all the stir she made as she landed in the mouth of the cave.