Thread: Confrontations WHO: Paxton Rivera and Winifred Jordan WHEN: Today, after classes WHERE: The hallway
Paxton had been checking her out. He'd figured out her schedule, he'd figured out where her locker was. And, as luck would have it, her last class today was in a remote wing of the castle, and this hallway went directly from that wing to her locker. Best to wait it out. It was a lonely corridor, and Paxton could pounce on her here.
He was sitting in one of the windowsills, pretending to read a book. He looked comfortable, but he was listening keenly for footsteps. Nobody messed with his little brother like that. At least, not some uppity hunter-turned-vampire. She was going to have a stern talking to. Paxton wasn't carrying any holy objects, because demons weren't particularly fond of those either. They worked on faith, anyway. Demons didn't believe in God anymore than they did in the Devil. It was like having faith in upper management. But he did have some garlic spray on him, plus he'd eaten some extra.
He heard something. Paxton turned his head and saw her coming. He shut the book and called out: "Winifred Jordan."