Who:Selene and Open (She's full on Vampire so be carefull and she's pissed.)
What:Resolving Tom Baldwin/Killing Spy
When:Night (also dinner time)
Rating: Adult Themes
He strode toward her, Selene didn’t move a muscle, eyes flickered blue ready to attack, even here. Now able to consume food, it allowed her yet another way to continue the ruse the identity she’d established in this small southern town.
“I’m Mr. Walker, Tom Baldwin’s replacement.” She could smell the lies, the man’s eyes twitched back-and-forth, he was terrified of her and this was a trap. Studying him careful, she listened to what he had to say. Tom was the only friend she had in this town. He was on point for developing a synthetic blood to help hide her identity. No longer welcome among her own kind, she could not use the clan’s reserves; she was left to her own devices. This turn of events, just confirmed her feelings, she was better alone. Her secret compromised, it was only logical that Tom was dead.
Arms crossed on the table, with an adeptness the man across her did not possess, she lied. Lied, while the rage filled her, a rage born of little things, of insignificant events, hate spawned from years of killing, from hunger. Her voice soothing, she spun her lies artfully. “Mr. Walker,” her words seductive, showing concern, “the room is filled with lycans, it is in your best interest for us to make leave, I fear your life maybe in danger.
( ”More” ) The blood rage took her, consumed her, completely.
Her torture knew no bounds, she ripped his throat out covering the signature vampire marks. Like discarded garbage, she threw him to the ground, all of the bones in his body shattering upon impact.
Finally, she moved to her usual vantage point watching the humans like busy little ants move beneath her. There were no patterns no logic, nothing redeming to her, at least not now, not in this state. She was dangerous.