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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 28, 2011 6:50:48 GMT 1
"Yes now we wait. And in the meantime we feed."
She opened the door, keeping an eye on Simone.
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Post by Simone on Jul 28, 2011 7:00:03 GMT 1
Simone just stood in silence, not really reacting.
She wasn't going to manage to run out at this point anyway, and wasn't going to risk angering the stranger without an actual chance of getting away.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 28, 2011 7:10:00 GMT 1
"Come on."
She stepped outside, waiting for Simone to follow.
"I'll make it easy for you the first time, I have a volunteer."
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Post by Simone on Jul 28, 2011 7:13:27 GMT 1
"A volenteer for what exactly?"
Somehow she just knew that she wasn't going to like the answer.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 28, 2011 7:20:02 GMT 1
"A volunteer for us to feed on. He'll probably be at the pub down the steet. He better not have been drinking. I told him not to."
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Post by Simone on Jul 28, 2011 7:30:09 GMT 1
Well she had been right in the fact that she wasn't going to like it.
"I see."
Simone answered to not attract too much attention from the woman while looking fpr the right time to dart.
Not that she was sure if she was planning on actually eating someone, or if it was some sort of kinky thing, but either way Simone wasn't up for it.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 28, 2011 7:49:30 GMT 1
Sarah began walking towards the pub. This guy was someone she always knew was there when she needed him to be. He wasn't a ghoul though. Perhaps if he ever changed his mind.
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Post by Simone on Jul 28, 2011 7:54:38 GMT 1
Simone waited until her kidnapper was going through the door before making a run for it.
Running as fast as she could, she was heading for a night open stire or a phone booth, which ever turned out to be the closest, and it turned out to be the phone.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 28, 2011 13:30:11 GMT 1
Sarah went into the pub and just expected Simone to follow. The door closed and opened again, and Sarah turned around expecting Simone to be there, but it was some random human.
She growled and darted out the door to find Simone.
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Post by Simone on Jul 29, 2011 15:53:10 GMT 1
Making it to the telephone booth Simone instantly dialed 999... Just to get stuck in a phone queue. Well that was enormously bright of them. Not knowing what else she could do she quickly force closed the door, trying to keep it that way as her captor approached. This was not her best plan. Maybe she could call someone else that would actually pick up before the woman managed to get in there?
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 30, 2011 7:25:39 GMT 1
When Sarah reached Simone and saw what she was doing, she got even madder. She pushed open the door on the booth with such strenght a window broke, and she grabbed Simone, dragging her out of there before slapping her so hard she almost spun around.
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Post by Simone on Jul 30, 2011 19:23:07 GMT 1
With vampire rage, glass and slaps flying all over the place, Simone really had no chance to react or even really register what was happening until a burning pain spread across her face.
Getting out a "Son of a...!" and a hand held against her cheek in reaction to, probably, the most painful slap she had ever encountered she just decided to shut up and hope that someone saw it and would call the police for her.
Of course no one did. Great.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 30, 2011 19:49:31 GMT 1
"You ungrateful little bitch, get back to the pub."
She said behind clenched teeth and pointed towards the pub.
No wonder she didn't believed there was such a thing as vampires even when she became one herself, Balthazar was such a lame excuse for one.
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Post by Simone on Jul 30, 2011 22:50:23 GMT 1
Although Simone wondered what she had to be grateful for (the bitch slap perhaps?), she didn't argue.
Figuring she was probably - or hopefully - safer in a pub than on an empty street, she just listened and walked back to enter to pub... Even though being slapped didn't do much to make her more intimidated, it was probably best not to push it.
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Post by Sarah Winters on Jul 31, 2011 6:48:58 GMT 1
Sarah didn't say a word on the way to the pub, until they entered, Simone first this time,
"Left, to the guy with the stupid goggles on his head."
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