|
Post by Belle on May 30, 2008 18:34:32 GMT -4
A smile toyed on the edges of Belle's lips as she swayed slightly, as she made her way out of a small side room. "You just weren't very fun at all." She muttered to herself, glancing this way and that at the doorway to the room to make sure there wasn't many people around, and then glanced one last glance into the room behind her.
Well that was going to be a lasting memory for who ever found him in that room.
The man was lying in a pool of his own blood...Slowly growing larger around him, as it left his now lifeless body. He had bloody scratches on his face and chest, and a large stab wound in his back, which was where most of the blood was coming from.
Belle had on a stappy black dress, knee length, and had her blonde hair down over her shoulders. Red was the color of her nails, and they blended in with the blood. Black ankle high boots were her shoe choice, she always loved some kind of boot rather than trainers.
She headed on down the corridor from the back of the restaurant she had found herself in. These men were so guilible, it was almost too easy and boring, she wanted someone who sated her appetite rather than leave her craving more. She licked some blood off one of her nails before ending up in the main body of the restaurant. Belle moved her way through it calmly, and left into the bright sun of Los Angeles.
She put a slight face at the brightness, and then took some sunglasses off a nearby stand, flashing a pair of jet black eyes at the stall keeper, before slipping them on, and walked off down the street.
She needed somewhere that might prove a challenge...Maybe even someone who could fight back. Suddenly she changed direction in mid-stride, surprising the people who were walking behind her, but she pushed them away, with more force than was neccessary but she didn't really care. After walking for about ten minutes or so, she came across a small, dark bar, that looked promising. She made her way in slowly, walking straight to the bar, making sure she knew all eyes were on her in the small place. A smirk crossed her lips as she pushed the sun glasses up into her hair and out the way, before sitting at the bar. The bar man started walking up slowly and she held up her hand to him. "Not yet." She said with a small smile, her British accent apparent in her voice.
She turned and glanced around the bar for a moment, deciding if anyone in here was worth her attention.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 4, 2008 1:36:12 GMT -4
Shane swigged his cold beer, he was dressed in his usual leather attire with the sunglasses still on. Concealed in his pocket was his dagger; short but very sharp. He looked around as the bar's doors were opened once again to reveal a woman; a pretty one at that. Shane eyed her for a bit before opening up his cellphone, reading a message he had received from a fellow hunter.
"Damn!" He cursed to himself. A man had been found dead in a side room in his own pool of blood. The hunter told Shane that it wasn't a suicide but not quite a human attack either. Shane sighed, slipping his cellphone away. Fantastic... more blood to look at he thought bitterly as he drank again from his beer.
Once again, he glanced at the blond woman. How unusual it was for a classy-looking lady like her to be in a slummy bar like this one. The picture the hunter had sent Shane of the scene; was not a nice one at all but it gave him some ideas of how it happened and what attacked the man. Being a hunter wasn't exactly a glamorous job. Shane finished his beer, chucking the empty bottle into a bin nearby with ease. He slipped the barman some money and exited the bar, heading for the alleyway next door.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 4, 2008 5:37:22 GMT -4
Glancing round the place, Belle's eyes fell on a guy in sunglasses in a dark place. A small smirk crossed her face at the stupid idea of a human wearing sunglasses in a dark place, but then she didn't care about that. He looked interesting, although invested in his phone a lot..."Tut tut, phones ruin everything." She muttered to herself, giggling slightly before turning to the bar tender and then that interesting guy, catching his eye with a small smile.
"Maybe I'll have one." She said to the bar tender with a wide smile, and sat with her hand round it until the guy left, following him out the corner of her eye. "I don't like beer...Why did you give me beer?!" Belle suddenly said to the bar tender quite innocently. "There have it back...I haven't had any." She told him with a small frown.
Then almost like a little kid, she gave a laugh before slipping out her seat and following the path that guy had taken. She could see which way he had gone, and seemed to be heading the way she had been before...She didn't like that.
She stood near the mouth of the alley, leaning more on one leg than another, and smoothed an imaginary crease in her dress. "Isn't it strange and dark down there?" She asked softly to him, twirling a strand of hair through her fingers.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 4, 2008 5:43:02 GMT -4
Honestly, Shane had no idea why he was where he was. The hunter had merely told him to go this way, then again he could be possessed or a shape-shifter, who knows..... even though Shane thought it unlikely, he always knew that hunter instincts were bound to be right at some stage. Shane sighed, looking at the dead end in front of him.
"Bloody idiot...." He muttered, turning around. He stopped abruptly at the sight of the blond woman from the bar. What the heck was she doing down here? Shane heard her say something and kept his hand near his pocket, just in case.
"Exactly why you shouldn't be here." He spoke, with just the edge to let her know he knew what he was doing.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 4, 2008 5:50:48 GMT -4
Belle pouted slightly when she heard this guys response. "Oh." She said somewhat softly, so it was unlikely anyone would hear it unless they were right next to her. "Perhaps I should go then...There's so many places to see and so many people to meet!" She giggled, waving her arms up and around gestering around her.
"I'm happy to have met you...Mr sunglasses dude." She grinned. "I don't know your name..." She followed it up with, and turned around. "I'll just go and find someone who will talk to me then." She said, walking a couple of steps away from the alley, and looked back at him with a grin.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 4, 2008 23:49:38 GMT -4
Shane raised an eyebrow, following her slightly. Mr sunglasses dude? Who did this lady think she was? "As much as I'd like to think Mr sunglasses dude is my given name, it's not." He smirked, his smartass self coming out. He pondered on whether giving this woman his real name; after all, you just never knew who was out there waiting to attack.
So Shane decided on an alias, John McIntyre. "John McIntyre at your service... may I know the name of the beautiful lady standing before me?" He walked right up to her, a holy water bottle secure and invisible in his jacket pocket. Shane waited for a response, wondering if the hunter had already cleaned up the 'crime scene' or was waiting for him to get there first.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 5, 2008 4:55:05 GMT -4
"Aww shame, it would be a funny name." Belle smiled at the sunglasses comment as she watched him wander back up the alley. She wondered if he was the police or a hunter. He acted slightly like one, although she wasn't sure just yet. She smiled when he complimented her, "Flattery gets you everywhere." She giggled. "I met a John once...He wasn't very nice...He hurt me...I hope you're nicer than he was." She told him, starting to walk in the direction away from where she had killed that guy. "My name's Belle." She said, twirling another piece of hair around her finger.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 5, 2008 6:54:08 GMT -4
Due to his 'abilities', Shane could sense there was something wrong with 'Belle'. She certainly seemed strange to him, and he was grateful he had a few weapons on him. He, however, could not recall reading on any supernatural that acted in this way. Shane wasn't sure what to do: follow his hunter instincts or just go along with the chick.
"Me, nice? Heh, it only lasts until someone gets on my nerves." It was his little way of warning her that if she messed with him, she'd seriously regret it later. Shane folded his arms and walked beside Belle, still keeping a wary watch on her.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 5, 2008 7:07:52 GMT -4
"Oh don't worry about that...I'm sure one of us might have disappeared before I get on your nerves." She giggled. Belle then slipped her hand under his nearest crossed arm with a small smile. "Aww come now, why so tense?" She asked softly, "You're not scared of me are you? That wouldn't be very nice..." She said her voice a little lower.
"I'm not that scary am I!?" She asked, looking up at 'John'.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 5, 2008 7:17:39 GMT -4
Shane, having her arm slipped into his, relaxed a bit. He sighed, knowing he should believe his hunter instincts but... screw them! He managed a small smile back at Belle, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.
"No you're not that scary... " chuckled Shane. He glanced back at the alleyway, thinking if he should leave the hunt for now. Blast it.... Tom'll take care of it he thought, looking at Belle.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 5, 2008 7:33:36 GMT -4
"Good." Belle smiled, well with a small smile anyway, that had her hidden meaning to it. She steered John away from alley, not forcefully but more controlling. He didn't need to go near the place the guy had died, and the fact he kept looking back, gave more of an idea away that he might not be who he seemed. What a game to play.
"So do you want to go for a drink or something?" She asked him. "I know this cute small bar, thats fairly quiet and close by." She said to him, turning a corner, seeing the sign. "We could go and talk or something." She suggested with a smirk.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 5, 2008 7:56:59 GMT -4
Shane bit his lip as he was steered in another direction. He wasn't really sure whether to resist or not, but he then had no choice but to go along with her. Shane had to be careful not to look back at the alleyway, feeling he was giving too much away.
"Sure, usually I've got a schedule to keep but not this time." Shane replied in regards to her bar question.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 5, 2008 12:00:40 GMT -4
"Well for lil ol' me I'll take that as a compliment." Belle said, as they walked towards the bar. At least it wasn't far, and she knew where she was going. She had spent quite a lot of time in L.A, finding that guys were often very guilable and more fun when they actually found out she was going to kill them.
This bar was a favourite of hers and had frequented it a number of times, she liked the dark corners. After they walked in, the bar was in front of them, Belle took her arm off his and gestered to the corner booth. "I'll be sitting over there...If you wanna get a girl a drink." Belle smiled, and wandered off, humming to herself as she sat down.
|
|
|
Post by Shane Brute on Jul 5, 2008 15:21:01 GMT -4
It was quite unfortunate Shane had no idea where he was, nor did he trust Belle either. See, these streets were foreign to him as he had been raised in Lawrence, Kansas. Shane just hoped this woman was what she appeared to be, not the other way around. They entered a bar that he could not catch the name of. Damn it. Shane nodded as she went to sit down. He walked to the bar bit and ordered two cold, strong beers. He paid for them and headed to the table they were seated at.
Shane handed Belle a beer, opening his own. "So, tell me about yourself." He swigged his beer.
|
|
|
Post by Belle on Jul 6, 2008 15:51:29 GMT -4
As 'John' went to get the drinks Belle frowned slightly as she sat down. Perhaps she hadn't made a big enough name for herself in this stupid country yet, she thought to herself. But then again, all that would change when she killed a few of the hunters over here...Then at least she would have more fun playing with more people.
She glanced around as 'John' was walking back with the beers, glad that there weren't many people around. Although this was a pretty exclusive place that she had found, and was glad of. A smirk crossed her face when he asked her about herself.
Well I'm a demon, and eventually I want to kill you, and let America know I've crossed the pond, she thought to herself with a giggle that escaped her. "Well there's not much to know...I came here from England...And I must say I prefer it here...So many more people." She laughed, with a practised innocence that only came from a lot of practise on a lot of people, some hunters, which she prided herself on killing. Oh yeah...she wasn't one to be messed with however crazy she may be.
"But what about you? I mean you're all on your own, but I bet you have all kinds of secrets hidden under all those layers." Belle whispered with a smug grin, playing her game that way she wanted to play it.
|
|