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Old 10-13-2012, 06:47 PM

Mara decided to venture out to the corner store a few blocks down from her apartment. She felt a need to bake but had run out of sugar.. and milk. Sighing, she pulled her hoodie more firmly over her curly dark hair and wondered why the air was so cold tonight. Glancing across the street at the "hopping" club, she quickened her pace. Not like she would have any problem defending herself, but she was not accustomed to the night-life and therefore was very cautious. She lowered her hoodie, entering the small convenience store and headed toward the back, wondering if they even sold such simple things as milk and sugar. Maybe she would just grab some chips.

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Old 10-15-2012, 12:18 AM

‘The large man was a fighter’ James recalled, ‘years ago I saw a fight... Kale... Kyle... Cal... He became the senator.’

His mind was going a mile a minute, one of his employees is missing. The bouncer says she went upstairs with some well dressed man. That was the last sighting. James had high hopes for the girl. She was young, beautiful, and energetic. Terra. James knew his employees like the back of his hands. They were, in a lot of ways, like children to him.

He put his attention back to the security cameras. The live feed was to the left, he noticed the large fighter order another drink, eyes keeping a vigilant watch over the club, and his boss. He saw the two women being approached by a shadowy figure. He could see a woman walk past the club heading towards the corner store. James could have cared less about what was happening in the club now.
He turned to the right and watched the tapes from earlier, his eyes focused on the red hair of his missing employee. James watched her walk up to the bar where a well dressed man stood. She was with Mr. Wood. James instantly remembered Lewis.
There was a knock at the door.


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Lewis was shocked when he walked on to the top floor of the club again. He quickly regretted not bringing Caleb up with him. A large man wearing a security shirt had Lewis in an arm lock and brought him down the elevator to the basement floor.

“The boss is going to want to speak with you.” The bouncer spoke with a slow pace, Lewis assumed he was uneducated. The man loosened his grip on Lewis in the elevator. The elevator doors opened to show the underbelly of the club, a casino. The bouncer led Lewis to a door by a long mirror. The man knocked and the short Irish man opened the door.

“Mr. Wood,” the short Irishman said with a flare of anger. “I believe you have something of mine.”

Lewis instantly knew not to act smart.

“Yes, sir, I do. She was in the hospital, an accident with one of the drugs you have floating around... shes resting at my pent house apartment.”

“What the number” O’Harron looked up at Lewis his eyes dark and threatening.
Lewis was running out of patience and threw his phone at the Irishmen. “Call her, speed dial one.”

The Irish man pressed down on the key pad, the phone began to ring. Lewis hoped Terra would answer, he didn’t want to catch a bullet for some woman he just met, even if there was something special about her.

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Old 10-15-2012, 08:36 PM

They had tried to tell him. Tried to explain to him what he was, but he couldn't wrap his head around such nonsense. A goddess? The thought almost made him laugh, but the blonde was persistent, however the way she worded her sentences it was almost as if she was giving him a chance. A chance for what, to be this Goddess?

The cloaked woman didn't talk, neither did the old one. Her bird however, kept looking at him like food. He scratched the scruff on his chin. They were definitely on whatever drug he had been hearing about, or perhaps a cult? Anything could be possible. These nut jobs could be the serial killer he was after.


"'Nut Jobs' we are not.
We speak not lies...
but your truth." The blonde said, she kept her red smile that was attractive a few minutes ago. Her words never matched her expression which made the queer smile all the more eerie, perhaps he had spoken aloud or his own face gave away his thoughts. "You must find them..."

The cloaked woman shivered again before she finally finally opened her mouth. More than one voice echoed from it. A voice modification, perhaps. Did they have those?
"If you do not you will fall, and never rise."

"Are you threatening me?"

"We do not threaten." The blonde said, her smile still there.

"I see. May I have your names?"


"The Three."

"You're actual names..." Did they honestly think this a game?
"Clotho"
"Lachesis"
"Atropos." They said it in unison, the cloaked woman shivering and twisted, her chains clinking together as she did.

"Thank you. I will be going now..." He wasn't about to stay there any longer than he had too. He turned, regretting for taking it too fast before starting to walk off when the blonde was there in front of him. How did she-...
"If you desire..." The blonde grabbed his head, closed her eyes and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Awaken Artemis.." He heard her say before everything went black.

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Terra was laying stretched out on the couch. Her eyes on the TV, even though it was a rerun of a show she had seen a week ago. She could hardly remember, and further more didn't care to remember. It was a dull show. The windows to the place were all open, and when/if Lewis came back for her, and was able to check who had accessed the passcode, he'd probably learn that there had been several more attempts to unlock the elevator. All of them failing.

Her eyes finally started to close when the phone on the table rang a loud obnoxious ringtone that could've awoken the dead. She shot up, the sudden change in noise made her heart leap out of her chest. Well, he certainly didn't want anyone to miss incoming calls did he? She twisted her head to glare at the number and considered not answering. How would she explain that? 'What noise? Oh the one that temporarily rendered me deaf... yeah, I haven't any idea what you're talking about.' She took the call; "Yes...?" She asked a small bit of venom in her voice.

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Old 10-16-2012, 01:33 AM

Amalia scratched her head. She was bent over her work in an awkward and uncomfortable-looking position. She had been staring at the paperwork she'd been delivered for hours. 'No trace...' 'euphoria..' and'Sudden death' were the words that were colorfully strewn about her report. "What the hell am I missing?" a vial of hair, blood, and urine from each of the murder victims were placed in a rack on her desk, labeled to her satisfaction, along with pictures of every contusion and laceration that medical examiners could find on the bodies. Pictures of the victims' faces were included, she chose not to concentrate on them too hard.

Sighing, she stood and walked out of her office and down the hall to the break room. A fresh pot of coffee was sitting on the counter, surrounded by other hospital employees, but she wasn't interested in either of them. Caffeine was a toxin, and her co-workers thought she was frigid, and tended to avoid conversation with her. She reached inside the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red grape juice, also labeled. She poured a cup and headed back to her office. She refused to leave until she'd developed an idea of what kind of drug could have killed these people, and she knew that meant it was going to be a long night.



Chase tapped his pencil on his chin. The loud music around him, mixed with the sweet smell of sweat and alcohol, that formed a cloud over the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, made concentrating on his work very difficult. He watched mouths move around him, and noticed each time one of them formed the syllables to his name 'Chase Neale' he said to himself. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue, and the tongues of young and beautiful girls. He shook his head, 'Need to focus. My deadline to develop an idea for a new novel is less than three days away, and so far I have nothing.' He thought that the lights, sounds, and outlandish clothing of the club scene would help him get his creative juices flowing, but they just made him want to goof off. He stood up, finishing off the last drops of his drink and made a beeline for the side door.

He pulled a cigarette out of the pack in his shirt pocket and lit it. He took a long drag, held it for a moment, before exhaling steadily, sending streams of smoke from his nose and mouth into the sky. he rolled his neck, trying to relax enough to think. He had just gotten his mind clear of all of the club distractions, which he could still hear going on behind him, when the sound of rustling trash startled him. He let out a soft yelp, tensing up a bit, before relaxing again and going to find the source of the noise.

His journey took him just shy of the mouth of the alley, where a Man's body was poised on top of a pile of garbage bags. He immediately assumed that the man was drunk, and a wave of pity washed over him. He reached out to the man, "Hey, buddy. I don't think it's smart for you to sleep here. Do you need a ride or something?" as he neared the man, he noticed a large black eye, and fat lip developing on the man's face.
Chase began to mumble to himself,"Man beaten and robbed by club-owning mob family that killed his wife. Man vows revenge on said family. He lost the first round, but he'll be back. The next time it will be wit heavier weapons, and aid from a group of gang members." He pondered this idea for a while, "Nah, it's been done too many times before." He huffed, for a moment he thought that he'd finally found his story line.
He shook the man again, "Hey, buddy... you alive?"

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Old 10-16-2012, 04:26 AM

Lewis sat down in a large leather chair along the wall of O’Harron’s office. The Irishman was speaking with Terra. Lewis was thankful she answered. O’Harron, despite his age, was still a force to be reckoned with. Lewis was hesitant to make a move, even with his new power. Lewis assumed the short mobster wouldn’t care about his political affluence.

Mr. Wood said you were safe, I’ll send his driver to bring you back here. You’ll be safer here with friends.” James O’Harron hung up without an answer. “Your driver will pick up my employee and bring her”, The Irishman’s focus was toward Lewis. His gold tooth shone brightly in the dim lighting of the office.

“Yes, of course, I hope you do realize I was a perfect gentleman the whole time I was with her.” Lewis eyes darted to his phone that O’Harron placed on his desk. “The phone might come in handy to let Caleb know to pick Terra up.”

O’Harron tossed the phone towards Lewis. “I trust you were Mr. Wood. I trust you were. Drink?”

O’Harron poured two glasses from a large decanter, while Lewis shot Caleb a Text. The beverage had a smell of honey and spice. As the drink made its way to Lewis, he found the smell surprising relaxing, the aggression he was feeling from the Irishman melted away after the first sip.

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“Get Girl. With the Mick.” Caleb knew what his boss wanted. He was to race back to the high rise and fetch the red haired woman, the club owner was pissed. Caleb downed his drink and left the club. He passed the two women he assumed were lesbians taking with some guy.

Probably scoring some drugs the guy looks the type.

Caleb needed to sober up, so, he ran across the street to the corner store for a coffee.

The store was nearly empty. The store owner was behind the counter. He was a older man, older then Caleb with a strong accent that he couldn’t place, but knew it was middle eastern. In the back was a short asian woman wearing a hoodie, Caleb could have sworn her eyes looked silver at a glance. Caleb made his way to the back of the store. A large coffee machine was in the back corner.

“Pardon me miss,” Caleb said as he moved toward Mara, who was blocking him from the machine.

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Old 10-17-2012, 03:49 AM

Mara was contemplating what she wanted to snack on. She no longer felt in the mood for baking, or junking out on anything really. Feeling like she just wasted a trip to get nothing, and not wanting to look suspicious, she decided she'd get a bag of chips or something. She jumped and turned her head quickly as a very large heavy-built man pardoned himself as he headed toward the coffee station.

She edged back out of his way. "Sorry." Glancing toward the door, she turned, grabbing a bag of chips and heading to the front. Before she reached it though, a hooded figure dressed in black suspiciously walked up to the front counter and quietly gestured to the owner, who looked suddenly startled and fearful about the hooded man. Mara, being short, ducked behind the aisle, apprehensively glancing around. She might be jumping to conclusions because she didn't traverse often at night. Yes, that could be it. She sighed, slightly in relief, as the hooded figure turned as if to leave. But instead he pulled a gun, lowering his hood. "No one move."

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Old 10-17-2012, 04:19 AM

Terra sat there for a second, not recognizing the voice right off the top of her head. She was about to ask who it was when the phone hung up. She pulled the phone away, as if to make sure it had really disconnected... yes, it had. She set down the phone before looking at the door. Realization slowly set in; O'Harron?

The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was sweet, disgustingly sweet. He pressed a hand to his face, only to intensify the underlying throbbing in his head. His whole body ached... and the noises from the street made him feel nauseous. He opened his good eye, looking up to see a man standing over him.

"Hey, buddy... you alive?"

"Yeah..." he grunted, it took him a minute but he finally managed to push himself up and out of the trash. He gave the man a once over, evaluating him before not pinning him as an immediate threat. "I'll live..."
As his body slowly adjusted, he felt the sharp sting on his hand. There was an X underneath the blood on the pillow of his thumb, just like the victims. He looked back up the the man, "Don't suppose you saw who threw me out here?" He said closing his hand and putting it in his pocket.


The man watched as they left. Trouble finds everyone...

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Old 10-17-2012, 03:24 PM

"No, man, I'm sorry. I can't say that I did. I came out here for a smoke and you were just laying there in the garbage. To be honest I thought you were a drunk, but then I saw that shiner on your eye, and realized that you're either a really clumsy drunk, or someone beat the hell out of you." Chase took one last drag on his cigarette before crushing the ember under his shoe. He noticed something was off about the man when he stood up, he seemed to carry himself like he was in pain, but that was obvious since he looked like he stepped out of a Rocky movie, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was the way he stood with authority, seeming to put all the weight on the balls of his feet, like he was an animal about to pounce on his prey. He was obviously angry, 'but I would be too if someone beat me up and threw me in the alley with the garbage.' but it was a cold, calculating anger, very controlled. 'He's either a boxer, or a cop.'
"So how'd you end up in this mess anyway? Or are you just being tossed into garbage piles all the time?"


The hallways of the hospital's basement floor were eerily quiet. The only part of the hospital that would see any activity at this time would be the ER. Ameli was still pouring over her work, her juice all gone, the bottle laying empty in her recycling. "What is it that I can't see?" She knew there had to be something that she missed, but the Victim's blood tests were negative for every toxin in the book, and there were no outward signs that the medical examiners could find that suggested they died from any physical contact like strangulation, suffocation, or blood loss, though the cuts on their hands had to be pretty nasty. The autopsies also turned up negative for internal bleeding, organ failure, and all other internal causes, and pathologists couldn't denote the presence of any bacteria or viruses. All that was left were toxins, and Ameli had absolutely nothing.
"What if It's some sort of new drug, something no one has seen before?" She thought aloud, but then shook her head. Every poison had a chemical composition, but whatever this was, it left no trace.
She stood up from her desk and stretched the hunch out of her back and neck. "I need more juice." She grabbed her keys from the desk, and locked her office door behind her, beginning a leisurely walk to the corner store for more juice, where she hoped she could clear her head enough to figure out this poisonous mystery.

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Old 10-18-2012, 04:44 AM

Caleb made his way past the woman. The isles left little room. Caleb couldn’t help but notice that the girl had a strange sent. She must of rubbed up against some man, the sent reminded him vaguely of his boss.

He grabbed the largest disposable cup they had, and even though it was a extra large cup, it looked dwarfed in his hands. The coffee smelt fresh and the sent his brain in to high gear in anticipation. He poured the carafe, and shut off the machine having finished the pot. Another person entered the store. Caleb began to walk toward the counter when he noticed the small woman ducking down. His first thought was that she was drunk or high. His second thought was that she might be crazy.

“No one move.”
The man who entered said. Caleb looked over to see the hooded man holding a gun to the teller. The gun man’s hand was shaking and was clearly nervous, or in the worst case spun out.

Coffee in hand Caleb walked up to the front counter. He reached in to his pockets and fished out a couple dollars.

“I said no one move.”
The gunman’s shaking hand pointed the barrel of the gun towards Caleb.

“Just let me pay for my coffee. I have work to do.” Caleb said, as if the man was asking for change. The man behind the counter looked white as a ghost and was wondering what Caleb was thinking. A handful of crumpled ones were placed on the counter .

“What are stupid, I have a gun don’t move.” The man said. Caleb assumed he was just nervous, one of the poor trying to make a quick dollar. The mans clothes were too clean for that, probably a kid trying to prove himself to some game. The thought made Caleb laugh out loud.

“What’s so…” Before the gunman could finish Caleb threw his coffee in to the mans face, and with a grace that seemed unnatural for a man his size he knocked the gun up as the trigger was pulled. Dust from the ceiling rained down as Caleb put the man in a headlock. The store clerk passed out in shock.

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Old 10-21-2012, 08:18 PM

Amara's eyes widened as she watched the scene unfold quickly. The hunky large gentleman had such a grace when he moved, splashing the hot coffee in the hooded man's face would have been exactly what she'd have done. She winced as the gun went off, not used to firearms. She was well trained in non-artillery combat, so guns always made her jump a bit. Mara straightened up as a young woman with red hair walked in. Mara thought now might be a good time to noncholantly leave. The last thing she wanted was the attention at a gun-scene. Her parents would flip and make her move to the "nicer" end of town. Yah, no thanks. She didn't need that right now. Living near her parents was her worst fear ever since she moved out. If she had her way, she would have disappeared, changed her name and get a low profile job, earn a hard living. But it was impossible, her parents knew too many people on Olympus, it would never work...

Amara edged towards the door, keeping her head low.

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Old 10-24-2012, 03:23 AM

Caleb tightened his grip around the man’s neck, cutting the blood flow to the man’s brain. Caleb knew that the man would be feeling drowsy soon. Soon he would stop flailing, and soon the man will pass out. Caleb could feel the weight change, and let the man drop to the ground unconscious. Caleb turned around to the exit and began to laugh. A woman entered the store, she hard red hair and was young, probably underage and headed to the club. He also saw the pretty Asian woman make her way to the exit; she was crouched low, trying not to draw attention to herself. Caleb walked out of the building, as carefree as he walked in, pushing past of the red haired woman who just walked in. She would have her hands full with a passed out gun man, and a fainted teller.

The night air was beginning to cool down, but it was still warm. Caleb figured some of the woman in the club line would be wishing they had a coat. He began to make his way north to where he parked the limo.

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Old 10-28-2012, 01:53 AM

Demitrii wasn't hearing anything that he wanted to hear. He started to doubt himself, thinking that maybe this guy was apart of his imagination. Ha. Fat chance. Figments didn't kill people. He had to be somewhere. Maybe he just hadn't asked the right person. "It comes with the job. Though when I signed up for it, they had promised women and money rather than shiners. I guess that is how it goes. Listen, if you hear or see anyone peddling drugs or looks.... off... way off.. give me a call, Mister~..." He said pulling out a card with a number and his name, prompting the man to give him his name. He could do a background check later on the man.

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Terra waited for the driver. She wasn't going back to the club, even if Mr. O'Harron believed it was safe. Of course, she also didn't know about the deal Lewis had made with the O'Harrons. Somehow, she'd bribe Caleb to let her off... she knew she wasn't strong enough to take him head on if he denied her request but she could... no. He didn't deserve had happened to the nurse. Maybe if she just called Lewis and told him that she wanted to go home... Fat chance of that happening.

---

The man shook his head. "I'm not offering trouble. As a matter of fact, I am offering you the chance for quite the opposite. Think about it. Perfection... Perhaps, my beautiful Judgement... you could make your amazing clothes line a huge hit. Use your fascinating charm that no man can seem to appreciate," he said pausing, "Or perhaps, Joi... you could learn to be more like your friend here... outgoing and happy. Someone men would fall to their knees for..." A devilish grin crossed his lips.

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Old 10-31-2012, 01:06 AM

Chase gave the man his signature smirk as he extended his hand, "The name's Chase Neale. I'll be sure to give you a call if I find something out." Chase waited for the man's reaction, but he didn't seem like the type to be a fan of his work, he was used to teenage girls and middle aged women being obsessed with his novels. That was why he was on the lookout for a new story, something fresh to get his adrenaline flowing, he wanted to target a new audience by starting a crime novel series, he just wasn't sure how. He looked at the card, 'Demitrii Wane, with the Olympus law enforcement. So I was right about him being a cop, then again, he could still be a boxer.'

Amalia's eyes widened as she brushed past a rather large man and into her usual juice stop. There was a man lying on the ground gun in hand. She covered her mouth to mask the shock and another woman edged past her. She leaned to look over the counter, seeing the teller also on the floor. She wasn't really trained in general first aid or anything, but she knew how to check for a pulse.

She didn't want to go anywhere near the man with a gun in his hand, so she checked from his neck, which was sticky and warm and smelled like coffee. Seeing that the armed man was still alive, she stepped around the counter to check the teller, whom she knew only by face, not bothering to learn his name. Both the men were alive, and she began to wonder what had happened, thinking maybe it had something to do with the man and woman that had passed her on the way out. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and dialed for the local police station. After tapping her foot for about a minute while she was on hold, she finally got through, and gave all of her information to the woman that answered. She was told to stay put, and not touch anything until police arrived. She rolled her eyes, she knew the procedure, having often worked closely with the forensics team, but she decided not to say anything since the woman obviously didn't know who she was.

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Old 11-01-2012, 03:38 AM

Mara glanced anxiously at the small store that was in a dimly lit corner of the street. She quickened her pace, hearing the sirens in the distance. She wondered if it would be smart to blend into the crowd but knew she would stand out like an elephant in a room.. This is why she never went out- she was a magnet for bad company. If she hadn't lived such a sheltered life, then maybe things would be different for her. Amara was so used to running from trouble, not being a part of it, that she never really... lived.

Wishing she had the guts to cross the street and walk into the vigorous club she had seen from her flat, she cringed. What would her parents think... but was she really this pitiful? Maybe just for a few minutes, until the law enforcement had left. Besides, her parents wouldn't want her to ruin their.. reputation in society, right? Mara laughed half-heartedly and strode across the street. A club couldn't be that demeaning.. but she hesitated at the daunting double doors, remembering the article she had read earlier. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

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Old 11-07-2012, 05:45 AM

The ride felt like it took hours. Caleb was watchful to ensure he stayed below the speed limit. He didn’t want any unwanted attention. He counted his nightly crimes; assault of an officer, fleeing the scene of a crime, and now driving under the influence.
This night was nothing in comparison to his old life of crime. Part of Caleb missed it the excitement of it. However, working for Lewis made its own excitement, and had far greater reward.
The streets were empty and the streetlights were hypnotic, to stop from falling asleep Caleb turned on the radio. The woman on the news was talking about the murders that have been plaguing the city, and she was speaking with some doctor who studied killers.
“The ritualism shows that the killer feels he is working for a higher power. Trying to appease some tribal and archaic god.” Said the doctor, “The only thing that separates this man from that of your common psychopath is his ritualism, there is no pattern to his killing as Bundy, or any other killer you would find in a text book. If there is a pattern it eludes both myself, and the others in my field.”
Caleb continued to listen as the doctor spoke of other killers, and some crimes that haven’t been solved that could be early work of the killer.
After a left and quick right he was in front of the large high rise. The guard in the lobby nodded as Caleb entered, and moved toward the elevator.
Within moments he was up at the top floor pent house. The door opened and Caleb stated forcibly and matter of factly, “Terra, its time”

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Old 11-12-2012, 04:30 PM

Terra looked around at Caleb, a sweet but sad smile on her face. She wondered how long it had been since a girl had genuinely taken interest in him. With his scars and his hard demeanor, she doubted anyone was able to get close enough. "Caleb," she turned around to look out the window before looking at him again, "Would it be too much to ask, for you to take me to get some of my clothes? I'm obviously not going to be going home any time soon, and there are some belongings that are too important to me to leave there. I would ask you to go and get them, but I think you can understand the need for a girl's privacy when there hardly is any..." The sweet smile slowly deteriorated with every word, and she even added a bit of a raised brow in attempt to invoke pity from the man.

It was a nice fat juicy lie laced with too much truth to even differentiate the two. Still, had Lewis been there she doubted he would've fallen for it. Good thing it wasn't Lewis who had come for her.


Demetrii nodded, "Mr. Neale. Again, if you hear anything, don't hesitate to call. Any information could help us." He said. As his voice died off, he could hear the commotion across the street. He looked over his shoulder at Chase before muttering, "Don't follow." As he left the alley. He could feel his adrenaline hammering against his chest. Even with the cloud cover, he could feel strength renew his body. His vision was more vivid, as if someone had flipped a switch and turned up the contrast levels. His hand was settled on the butt of his gun, before he slowly made his way over to the convenience store. He had missed Caleb by the time that he got to where he was. There was a head of dark red hair in the night, almost auburn in the night sky. However it was styled just as it always was with this woman. "Amalia?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He lowered his hand from the gun. "What the hell happened here?"

Elizabeth laughed as she turned to exit the doors of the club, her smile fading as soon as she left the doorman's sight. However, spotting the girl in front of her she turned it back on within a blink of an eye. "WELL! Aren't you just the most precious thing!" she said without forcing any of the enthusiasm. Her smile showed off teeth that could fill a shark's mouth as she moved closer to Mara. "Simply darling! Oh oh! Don't worry, I don't bite, lovey. You're too cute!" She glanced up to the club before turning back to the girl,"Do you want to get into the club?" She asked. "OH! I can get you into the VIP section! No charge or skin of my lovely bones!" She singsonged while shaking her hips in ryhthm before giving an audible gasp, as her eyes brightened as she grabbed the girl's wrists with excitement. "Perhaps you would like to meet O'Harron! Ohhhhh, he'd just eat you up! C'mon! I insist!"

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