(Time Skip-Next Day)

Early the next morning, Rue was not in a good mood. There were several things that had her grouchier than usual but the key one-as always was the time. She despised mornings. She was the farthest thing imaginable from a morning person and she intended to keep it that way. Any other time she would have spent her morning after a night of successful hunting sleeping and enjoying her accomplishments. Only this morning she couldn’t sleep in.

The previous night she’d failed miserably in terms of hunting. A tiny part of her believed that the jerk she’d asked about her appearance had been right but a larger part of her blamed herself. Last night she’d acted like a novice. She’d made the biggest mistake and did the expected. She’d dressed like some sleezy little party girl ready to be taken and devoured. She hadn’t dressed in her usual comfortable reliable jeans and faded leather jacket-as far as accessories went Rue believed that every girl should have one of these. It was much more reliable than any man and it also came in handy during a scuffle. In short she hadn’t been her self. She’d tried to be someone she wasn’t….In short it all came back to what that stupid jerk at the club had said last night! He had some nerve acting as if were some god…acting as if her flipping omniscient, he knew nothing!

Yet her inability to sleep in and her lack off successfully killing at least one flipping vampire were all small things. They were just chips off the proverbial iceberg, very small chips off a very large iceberg. After huffily disembarking that blasted club in the wee hours of dawn she’d heard some very tragic news. At the beginning of her evening her partner in crime Liam Mason had disappeared suspiciously. At first she’d thought it was because of the overly large crowd or because he’d found a possible target. Sadly she was wrong…what people say about ignorance is true. It really is bliss. When Rue had returned home she’d found her phone’s voice mail filled with the despaired and frantic blubberings of a distraught Liam. It wasn’t until Rue had hurried over to his apartment her stake drawn and ready to dispose of a whole army of vampires for her friend that she found the source of her partner’s sadness in the form of a box…. With this discovery, Rue discovered that her partner’s fiancé and her best friend was dad.

This last event was the biggest chip on her proverbial iceberg. It was also because of this that Rue had hatched a scheme early in the morning. As things were going she was running on less than an hour of sleep and yet one wouldn’t be able to tell that from her appearance. Her appearance showed something else entirely. Her appearance was that of an angel out on her avenging mission…ahh screw it. Rue was out to get a job and kick some vampire butt in the progress. In recent times Rue and other slayers had come to a shocking conclusion, they’d been having a difficult time finding vampires but that was only because they could never seem to find a strategy of deciphering vampires from humans. They’d finally found a nest egg though. They’d finally found out where all the nasty vampires liked to hunt. It wasn’t clubs and it wasn’t always dark alleys. A vampires main hunting ground was somewhere in the exclusive and elusive world of fashion.

Knowing this Rue had come to a solid decision. As much as she despised modeling and as little as she knew about it she was going to get her revenge. And if it required she parade about in clothes that cost more than her apartment to get the attention of one stupid leech then she’d do it. Danielle’s death would not go unheeded. The suckers were in big trouble now.

Making her way through the early morning crowds, Rue’s legs carried her forward with a quick brisk somewhat angry stride. Without pause she glanced down at a piece of paper where she’d scrawled out an address. Assured that she was going the right way she upped the pace to make sure she reached appropriate place at the appropriate time for her first interview as a model. Although dressed as she was she wasn’t sure her appearance screamed soon to be model so much as vengeful murderess. Then again it wasn’t like she had her stake on display. So those suckers wouldn’t know what hit them. First things first though she had to get the job. And she would get it. Finding the proper location she slowed her fast somewhat annoyed walk down until she came to a stop. After Rue had stopped she took a few minutes to smooth her hands over her outfit of choice before she stepped inside placing a look of fierce determination on her face she handed over her application. For the most part she looked like every other girl that had decided to come to the direct source and apply for the position. Unlike the rest of them: she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She had something personal at stake here.