Post by GRETA THORN on Jul 19, 2016 21:38:09 GMT -6
━ BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD ━
San Francisco. It was a place where monsters roamed and the humans were plain stupid. At least that was Greta Thorn’s opinion on everything. Maybe that was why, after leaving behind her the old torture days, Greta was running around San Francisco with money she stole from dead John’s and killing just for the fun of it. Maybe that was why, after a long night of partying and drinking with random females and men, all of which liked to get a little grabby. Maybe that was why, after having gotten a few people drunk, she had brought them all back to her home for a little rumble in the sheets. Of course, that was the night before and while on the way to her next bar, she found herself listening to everything around her. But tonight, unlike all other nights, the sound of a scream touched her scenes.
Usually, she just ignored it but as she drew closer she heard the mumbled words of a male, and the few words that she caught made her blood boil. Without even thinking she moved closer, her leather clad outfit making her blend in with the night. Her leather pants along with leather jacket were thrown over a red tank top with her hair pulled to the side and let her long brunette curls. “Hey!” she called out, catching the attention of both the male and the scared and timid young woman. The man seemed to smirk before telling her to get lost, but all she did was a smirk and cross her arms over her chest, heeled boots sunk into the dirty ground. With his eyes on her, the female disappeared and ran at the cue of Greta’s head tilt.
“You a john?” she questioned with annoyance and boredom, but the man wasn’t talking. And without a thought, she lashed forward and snapped the guys arm. Sure demons were known to have little interesting abilities up their sleeves, but Greta like the hands-on approach. The man screamed out in pain before she asked again, “You a john?”
The man, in pain, nodded his head and begged for her to leave him alone. She smirked, her eyes turning black within a second. She was getting ready to kill him when she heard the sound of something behind her. She groaned, hopefully, it wasn’t a police officer, or she’d have another death on her hand. Not that she minded, but she really didn’t need the distraction nor the extra kill before going out for another drink.
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