be_heroes
Lindsey left. Just like that. What a fucking asshole, but whatever. What can I do? I do what I want and when I want and if he doesn't like it, he can ... leave. Like he just did. Hopping off of the counter, I go upstairs and change my clothes. I'm not staying here alone. I wonder where he's going to go? About everyone in this town wants him dead ... and he doesn't care if he dies anyway. Well, fuck him. Where would he go? Grabbing my purse, I head downstairs and walk out, looking around, trying to see where he went. Why was I going after him? I have no fucking idea. Maybe because I didn't want him to do something and die. Just because he didn't care, didn't mean that I didn't care. And that's saying a fucking lot. Usually, I don't care.
Heading down the street, I follow his scent, that delicious blood, I could place him anywhere. Everytime I tell him that his is the fucking best taste I've ever had in my mouth, he gives me a look, but it's true. It is. Or maybe I'm fucking biased. Whatever. Not even all the Slayer blood I've had could compare to Lindsey. Okay, fuck yes, I'm biased. Slayer blood is the best that a girl can get. Thanks to mommy of course.
"Fuck, watch where you're going, asshole," I say and turn around, looking at someone -- no, something familiar. That vampire that was at that party, what a fucking surprise. Hmm, maybe I could have some fun tonight. You know, kill here, drinking there ... much dust. Just for fun.
"What's a soulful son of a bitch like you doing running into people you shouldn't be running into?"
(tag: Soulful son of a bitch and Lindsey ... later on if you want ... baby.)