Who: Damon Salvatore and Hal Yorke What: Hunting When: Over the weekend Where: Small town in California, IDK Warnings: Violence
They'd been in town a couple of days now. And yet, they seemed no closer to capturing the Shapeshifter. He hadn't been exactly sure what the hunt had been when he took it. But, that had been part of it's appeal. A mystery. Something to occupy his mind, as well as his thirst for blood and violence. But, he'd quickly worked it out. It wasn't hard, all of those similar murders, all apparently perpetrated by different people, most of whom had airtight alibi's. The trick was going to be working out who the shifter was.
Luckily, the shifter's MO, seemed to be to pick up girls in this particular nightclub. Or so it seemed. And this was why, he was leant against the bar, with Hal wincing about how dirty and sticky it was. His eyes scanned the dancefloor, he was hungry. And while there was bagged blood in the car, he'd much rather find a pretty neck to bite. Sometimes, he just waited for a girl to approach him. But, Hal was giving off an unapproachable air, so he didn't think that was going to happen if he stayed here. Instead, he assessed the potential targets. Then, he saw her. Dancing as if she didn't have a care in the world, and yet, as if she wanted someone to notice her. Needed someone to.
He turned to Hal, "Keep an eye out will you? Say my name if you see something suspicious. I'll hear." And with that, he glided onto the dancefloor, his body moving with the beat of the music, until he reached the girl and matched the movement of her body. She smiled up at him as he approached, and rubbed up against him. He revelled in the feeling of her lithe body against his, for a moment. Before tilting her head up so her eyes met his. "Don't be afraid." He purred, before tilting her head to one side, and burying his teeth into her neck.