Good hunting [o]

[LEV MILOKOV]

When he saw them at their little meeting last week, the guy seemed eager to pick off this vampire. So much so, that he was offering Lev a few extra shinny pennies for the job. Lev took the offer, and earlier, he'd had a friend call up that vampire to set up a deal. They were to meet at the West Terminal bus station to trade off a few things that the vamp was looking for. It might've seemed like an odd place to meet, but hardly anyone was around the terminal late at night and into the early morning hours. So here Lev was, waiting for his target to show up so he could finish the job he was given. As cold and careless as he was, he didn't care that he'd have to murder the guy. Lev only had a few standards to his work when it came to morals, and this job didn't meet any of them. Killing this vampire, who wasn't even that old, would be a breeze for him. Or at least that's what he hoped. Some idiots liked to make things tougher than they had to be. As a hunter though, Lev knew how to look people over and try to guess what was coming next. So surprises were a bit of a rarity for him.

Leaning against a post, he looked at his watch and saw that it was five minutes past their scheduled meet time. Did the vampire catch on to something suspicious here and bail on the meeting? Lev began to think so when things came up on ten minutes, but not long after that, he saw someone turn a corner and approach. "Who the fuck are you?" The vampire asked once he got close enough. Obviously, he was expecting someone else, and not Lev to be there. "Names aren't important at the moment." Lev said in response. The vampire approached some more and caught site of the guns Lev had in plain view. One was tucked away in a shoulder holster, the other at a leg holster. He made no attempts at hiding the weapons tonight, which was made obvious by the vampire's reaction. "You're a fucking hunter, aren't you?" He said as he stopped just short of Lev, pulling out and aiming a gun of his own.

"Holy fuck, that's a first." Lev said. "A vampire who isn't brain dead. How'd you ever know?" The vampire hissed at him, causing Lev to roll his eyes. They always seemed to do that, and he never understood why. Was it supposed to be intimidating? Ha. More like pathetic if you were to ask him. "Bad news for you then. Not only do I hate humans, but I hate hunters especially." Lev simply kept his gaze on him, his expression showing that he wasn't phased at all. "Ooh, well, I'm shit outta luck then, aren't I?" Only about a second later, Lev shoved the gun away with one hand, and pulled a knife free with the other. Moving forward and shoving the blade into the vampire's gut, he then wrapped his arm around the back of his neck and forced him to lean over. When he did, he brought his knee up and hit him in the face a few times. It was a classic and old school move, but it got the job done when he broke the vampire's nose.

Lev knew though that he wouldn't have much time before his target healed, so he had to be quick. Acting on this fact, he shoved the vampire back before pulling the gun from the leg holster and firing two rounds of silver bullets into its head. Immediately, the vampire collapsed to the ground and Lev reholstered his weapon. As he had guessed, it was easy prey, which was clear when the vamp agreed to the meeting. In fact, it was almost too easy, but not surprising for him. The newly turned ones like this tended to be simple. So Lev stepped over the body before taking his phone out and calling up his client. When he confirmed that the job was finished, he left the bus terminal and headed back out to where his car was parked about a block away. Once he reached it, he removed the two holsters he had and replaced them with one to put at his waist. Then tossed one of the guns into his car before covering it up and placing another one into the holster at his waist. He never went anywhere unarmed, especially with all the different species wandering around. So as soon as he hid that gun, he locked up his car and walked towards the city. He was finished with work for the night, and now relaxing at a cafe or a bar sounded like a pretty good idea to him.

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Tag: Open!
Word Count: 830
Notes: -
Lyrics: Waidmann's heil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

uckity fuck fuck.

Angrily a blonde-haired woman lashed out at a rock lying on the ground with her foot. The rock sailed a decent length and crashed into a mailbox, scaring a man who had been shuffling past and making him skitter to the side, glancing around wildly. For a brief second his distress made Karlee Spencer feel a little better about herself, but it faded quickly when she remembered she was supposed to be mad.

At what though? So much had happened since she’d initially gotten pissed off, and now she couldn’t even remember what she was mad about in the first place. Of course that only proved to piss her off even further. . . . Hence the rock-kicking and the scowl that adorned her pretty little face. Her hands had long since gotten shoved into the pockets of her torn jeans, shoulders hunched and head down as she watched her feet move as she walked.

Had she been in her tiger form, her ears might have twitched as the sound of gunfire went off several blocks away. It was incredibly low and muffled, but it was there and it was unmistakable. Karlee stopped walking and looked up and about. Gunfire. . . . Meh. It was as good an outlet as any. Rolling her eyes and letting out an irritated snort, she turned on her heel and headed down a different street. A smart person might have gone away from the sound of gunshots, but Karlee was not a normal person and gunshots meant a fight and a fight meant that maybe she could stop being so pissed off for a few hours. Or until someone else pissed her off.

Oh that’s right. The people at Taco Bell had gotten her order wrong. . . . That’s why she was pissed off. Surrounded by idiots and ineptitude. . . . Karlee took little consolation in the fact that they were probably still cleaning the mild sauce off the counters and the table. And probably the broken window she’d thrown a cash register through. . . . Bastards.

The sounds led her down some weird ass desolate sidewalk with hardly anyone walking through it. Great. Fucking great.

Brows furrowed, she glanced around and caught sight of something glinting in a window. She stared at it for a moment, her face relaxing and without checking the road first she crossed the street. She was faintly aware there was at least one other person in the area, but all she really cared about right then was the thing catching the light from the streetlamps. It stopped glimmering once she hit a certain angle, but she knew it was there. Low and behold, sitting in the window of a pawn shop was a few rings and necklaces.

For a few minutes Karlee just stared at them, not particularly caring that whoever was there was getting closer. Mind made up, she walked toward the front door and pulled at it. If the lack of lights on the inside of the shop weren’t enough of a clue, the locked door certainly was. Karlee seemed to think about that for a second, then sighed and simply tore the door off its hinges and tossed it behind her nonchalantly. The silent alarm was tripped instantly, but Karlee didn’t really think she was going to stick around long enough for it to happen.

Without a single smile or even a smirk, she picked up the couple rings and necklaces and shoved them on her already full fingers and attached the necklace around her neck before heading out of the shop again as if it was just regular business.

TAGGED: Lev WORDS: six hundred twelve OUTFIT: jeans and a t-shirt NOTES: thought it'd invade this thread since it's been here for a bit. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[LEV MILOKOV]

As Lev approached the city, he had no concerns at all for who may've been lurking around in these darkened streets. While it was true that he was only human, he dealt with weres and vampires everyday of his life. It was his job, although he wasn't doing it for the better good of his own race. No, he couldn't care less about others. He simply did it for the thrill and for the money. Well, for that, and for the fact that he was basically raised a hunter. He couldn't think of doing any other job, it would literally bore him. Working nine to five at a desk job would be torture, especially on a day to day basis. Granted, his job required him to sit down and do some paperwork every now and then, but at least he got to go out and hunt. That always made up for the boring parts that came with hunting. It was tiring though, and at the end of the day, he was more than happy to go home and relax. Or as he was doing now...going to a bar.

On his way over towards the bars though, Lev stopped when he saw someone rummaging through a store. At this hour, it obviously wasn't just "normal business". So he stopped and watched, leaning against a car as he did so. And just as she came out of the store, he spoke, his arms crossed in front of him. "Causing trouble, are we?" He asked. "I doubt they want you stealing their stuff." In all honesty, Lev didn't care if she was stealing from the store. He wasn't there to try and slap her wrist and turn her in or anything. He simply liked being the asshole that he was, and intruding into other people's business. He didn't care for personal space, or if something didn't have to do with him. He was rude, arrogant, cold, and careless. He also didn't care for what species this younger woman was. Judging by the door that had been ripped clean from its hinges, he was certain that she wasn't human.

Shifting his weight some, he waited for her answer. She could simply walk past him and ignore as if he weren't there, but he'd only follow after her. Again, he was picky and rude. There was no changing that in Lev, he's been that way since he was a child. Of course, back then though, he had to listen to his superiors. If he didn't, he'd be punished, and not lightly either. Often times, their punishments consisted of working and running in temperatures below zero. Whenever you were close to getting hypothermia, was the only time that they brought you back in. He'd gone through it once before, and that was enough to keep him from misbehaving again. Did that carry over to how he was now? Nope. He wouldn't even listen to the police at times. Nevertheless though, he got the job done whenever he was asked to hunt down or track someone.

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Tag: Karlee, Open!
Word Count: 529
Notes: Eh, not my best.
Lyrics: Waidmann's heil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

es, all these pretty shiny things were now hers! Karlee smiled happily to herself and slipped a necklace around her neck and decided that that was quite enough! Besides, all of the other stuff they had looked rather tacky and she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them in public. Probably not even the things she had on now for a few weeks while they were processed and the police took out a report.

Eyes on her new rings, she walked out of the store once she figured the cops would probably be on their way. However she stopped when she saw the man standing outside, watching her. She stared at him for a moment, her arms falling to her side, then snapped “The fuck are you looking at?” when the silence wore for a moment.

“Causing trouble, are we?” he asked. “I doubt they want you stealing their stuff.”

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Karlee rolled her eyes and took a step out of the store. “Shouldn’t make it so fucking easy to do, then,” she retorted, malice and snark lacing each and every word falling from her mouth.

Something came to her attention suddenly: the man smelled like blood. Fresh blood. She looked him over then decided that he had no real blood on him and the scent was faint enough that it was just residue from the odor clinging to his clothes. Maybe he had been nearby while someone was bleeding. Had he killed someone? Eh she didn’t give a fuck so long as he didn’t try to kill her.

Deciding to leave it at that she turned to just leave, but stopped mid-step when she caught sight of a camera. Great. Sighing, she headed back into the store. Already she could hear the sound of the sirens in the distance, but they were still far away so she had some time. Making her way to the back, she broke in the employee lounge door—or the closet that had an “employees only” sign on the door—and made her way to the back, looking to see if there was a VCR or something. So many stores now were just recording directly to the system, not their own tapes. The bastards, making her life harder.

However, it was a small enough pawn shop that they did have one. Slightly relieved, she pulled the tape out of the VCR and headed back out of the store with it in hand. Catch her on tape. . . . Unlikely! If she had been a vampire she probably never would have shown up. However, that wasn’t the case.

TAGGED: Lev WORDS: four hundred thirty six OUTFIT: jeans and a t-shirt NOTES: no comments CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[LEV MILOKOV]

So she had an attitude? Well, that was nothing new to him. A number of people did, especially when it came down to hunters...or someone watching them. Though again, Lev didn't care for privacy crap. He'd watch people all he wanted, and if they had a problem, then it was just that. Their problem. That's how he often took view of things, and from time to time, it's dug him into a hole. However, he's always manged to climb back out and solve things on his own. So when she snapped at him, telling him that they shouldn't make it so easy to steal stuff from the store, he simply shrugged his shoulders. Then he watched her turn to leave, but she quickly went back into the store. Ah yes, those damn security cameras. He was always aware of them as well, knowing full well that they could land him into some issues with the police if he were caught on the job. Not all the cops knew about supernaturals, so to them, it may've looked as if he were just murdering people here and there. If only they knew the truth.

And speaking of the police, even he could pick up on the sounds of the sirens now. The rest of the city was quiet, which made the sirens easily audible. Still though, he leaned against the car and waited. He had no intentions of sticking around to see the police, but this being with an attitude had his interest. Why exactly, he couldn't explain. A store being broken into was nothing new at all in this city, neither were werecreatures and vampires. Although just to see it happening while on his way into the city, maybe that's what peaked his interest. Lev's mind often worked in strange ways. "So, do you do this often?" He asked as she walked back out of the store. "Breaking into shops, stealing their stuff, and making sure you don't get caught on camera? I'm certain that'd be more than easy for someone like you." And by "someone like you", he simply meant immortals.

Of course, a human who knew that they were doing could get it done as well, but the immortals had it much easier. Still, even though things would've been a lot less complicated, he desired to remain human. No way in hell would he become one of those damned things. A walking corpse that had ridiculous looking fangs and fed from the blood of others? Not a chance. And what about those flea infested and fly bitten things they called weres? Nope. No desire whatsoever. So Lev eventually pushed himself away from the car, once again showing no respect for personal space and privacy as he walked towards the creature in front of him. If she wanted to spin around and hit him once he got close enough, well, he's gone through it before. His sarcastic, rude, and blunt attitude has gotten him smacked or hit by numerous women. Did he care about that either though? Of course not, which was why he was walking towards the being.

"If you'd like, I could stay here and play witness." He said as he approached. Oh yes, Lev was definitely a persistent ass, and it was showing more than ever. Of course, he was only kidding though when saying that he'd stay. If he did in fact tell them that he was a witness, they'd likely raise a lot of suspicions. After all, he'd probably be the only one around by then, and with no tape, he didn't have much proof. For this, they'd probably press him even more, or even go as far as making him a suspect. Police these days. They were always after everyone.

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Tag: Karlee, Open!
Word Count: 647
Notes: -
Lyrics: Waidmann's heil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

atisfied and carting a new tape to record a movie over, Karlee headed back outside of the shop to continue with her everyday life. She wasn’t surprised to see the man still standing there, as if he was waiting for her or something, but she had half expected him to have moved on or something. Didn’t he have anything resembling a life at all?

Karlee stopped in the doorway and stared at him for a moment, deliberating. After a few seconds she opened her mouth to say something, then decided that he wasn’t worth the effort and just turned and headed down the sidewalk, admiring one of her new rings. Whether or not it was made from any real jewels wasn’t the point of the whole thing, so she would probably never get it appraised. All she liked about it was the fact that it was shiny and looked good on her finger so everything else was just minute, gratuitous detail.

“So, do you do this often?” Huh what who? Oh. It was that guy. Was he following her? Bah. Didn’t people have lives? “Breaking into shops, stealing their stuff, and making sure you don't get caught on camera? I'm certain that'd be more than easy for someone like you.”

Her response was a grunt followed by thorn-rimmed words; “What’s a jackass like you care?” Her patience was beginning to wear thin.

The were-tiger reached a block where she had to cross the street and she headed right across the street, already well aware of the fact that there were n cars on the road nearby to mow her down. She didn’t give the man a single glance, but now that they had started walking in a different direction, the wind had shifted and she could now smell gunpowder.

Great. . . was she dealing with some mugger? Awesome. Maybe she’d get to eat tonight after all.

He further ramified her thoughts when he decided it was a good idea to continue to speak to her. She made an annoyed growl under her breath. Youth these days. . . . “I don’t fucking give a flying fuck if you want to stay and talk to the cops. In fact, I prefer you fucking did because that way you stay way the fuck over there.” It was complete with a hand-wave in the direction of the shop.

Had she been in her tiger form, her ears would have been pressed flat against her skull. Not only in anger, but because the sound of the sirens—still at least a couple miles away—was deafening.

Without turning or stopping her pace, she once more attacked the man with her sharp tongue. “Listen if you’re going to fucking mug me I’m going to tell you right now it’s a shitty idea and I have a feeling you’d like to live a full fucking life, amiright?”

TAGGED: Lev WORDS: four hundred eighty two OUTFIT: jeans and a t-shirt NOTES: no comments CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[LEV MILOKOV]

With each moment that went by, Lev grew increasingly more amused by this girl's attitude. Little did some people know, that whenever someone gave Lev an attitude, he just pushed even further. The angrier they got, the more he prodded. So to say that he was rude and persistent, was just the tip of the iceberg. "I don't." He said in response to her question. It was something he just threw out to get a talk going, even if she was bitter about it. People could yell and threaten him all they wanted, and it wouldn't have any effects at all. Even if this were went as far as shifting and attacking him, he'd still throw out a few rude and snarky comments. It might've meant he was gambling with his life, but that's just how he was. He gambled with his life with each day that he went out to work. So what difference did it make? That was the thought that ran through his head from time to time, and if he died because of his antics, so be it.

After crossing the street, she snapped at him once more as he addressed the police. She had said that she preferred him to stay with the police and talk with them, just so he'd be far away from her. And even though Lev never really intended to do such a thing, that thought alone would've gotten him to keep tagging along. Tell him to do one thing, and he'd do the opposite, just to push somebody's buttons. Of course, he wasn't like that twenty-hours a day and seven days a week. While working, he often did as he was asked by whoever it was that hired him. He liked to keep his customers pleased, as it always brought him new ones. If he kept getting dissatisfied people, he'd eventually gain a bad reputation for the work that he did. That meant a decrease in people who came to him, a decrease in the money he earned as well. But again, Lev wasn't in it for the pay. Sure, he usually got nice bits of cash for what he did, though he always worked for the thrill.

Upon hearing the were's next comment, Lev snickered. She thought he was a mugger? Ha! He had better things to do. "I know, I know..." He said in a bored tone. "If I tried to mug you, you'd kill and eat me. I deal with you freaks all the time, and that's what I always hear." It wasn't a lie either. Immortals always tried to push it upon him, that he was only human, and that they were either a vampire or some kind of were animal. It didn't faze him in the slightest, so her threats would do no good. "So, which one are you? One of those flea bitten weres, or a blood sucking parasite? I'd guess the prior with your attitude." He was taking a stab at her being some kind of cat, and yes, he was being stereotypical about it. To him, her attitude matched up well with that of a cat. Feisty, rude, and likely quick as well.

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Tag: Karlee, Open!
Word Count: 551
Notes: -
Lyrics: Waidmann's heil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

arlee wasn’t sure if he was going for some sort of impact by going on about her being inhuman in the indirect fashion that he was, but it wasn’t going to work. It wasn’t like he was the first person who had figured out what she was and he certainly wouldn’t be the last one. Not everyone knew about vampires and the likes, but they were out there, and if she always got surprised about it every time someone put it together, then she’d probably be surprised quite a few times.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his own version of how things would go. Oi vey someone was dealing with a bunch of idiots all the time, wasn’t he? “I wouldn’t fucking eat you, you moron. People are gamey and I’m sorry but you definitely don’t look like you have enough meat on your bones to sustain me for more than an hour,” she snapped back at him irately, looking him up and down for a moment appraisingly. Yup. . . he definitely was not the most muscular person she had ever seen and a person definitely had less tasty parts than a full-grown cow. “Much rather devour a juicy Angus cow than you.”

There he went again with the prying questions and attempting to bother her with the fact that he had already figured out what was going on. Once again she rolled her eyes at the sheer arrogance the man exuded. Youth these days.

“Like I’ll fucking tell you, douche. I don’t know you from fucking Joe Blow,” she snapped. He could ask all the questions he wanted to until his little heart was content, but if he expected to get any sort of answer from the tiger at all, he was poorly misinformed and would find nothing but disappointment. “For all I know if I admit to anything you’ll bust out a fucking thirty and start trying to pump me full of fucking silver and I gotta tell ya I am so not fucking going to deal with that tonight.”

TAGGED: Lev WORDS: three hundred forty-six OUTFIT: jeans and a t-shirt NOTES: no comments CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[LEV MILOKOV]

Upon hearing her insults about his muscle mass and "not having enough meat on his bones", he simply shrugged. "Guess that's a good thing then, isn't it? Might keep the weres with different opinions about humans from eating me." Again, he was resorting to sarcasm. She could say whatever she wanted, and it likely wouldn't upset him. As for her, it didn't look as if it were the same case. Everything he did seemed to piss her off in one way or another. But who could blame her? Tons of people got upset with Lev in a fairly short amount of time, he had a natural habit for pissing people off. And even if he had been serious about what he said, it could've been true. If he was really too skinny for the enjoyment of some were creatures, maybe it would stop them from feasting on him. On the contrary though, maybe it wouldn't. Ether way, he didn't intend on letting a were get that far. Or anyone else for that matter.

What she said next actually made him snicker as he continued to follow her, keeping watch of her movements just in case. "If I had wanted to pump you full of silver, I would've done it already. Or if it makes you feel better, I would've tried to. I don't like wasting time with things." Most of the time, Lev did what he had to do, and then moved on. At times, he'd take a bit more time to do something extra, such as mess around, but that didn't happen all that often. As far as this situation goes though, he doubted his statement would do much for the weretiger. He knew she'd probably never get around to trusting him, and he was the same way. He didn't trust very many people, so at least he understood that aspect of her. That didn't mean though that he had respect for this being. No, if you wanted respect from him, you had to earn it. He wouldn't just give it to people.

The only thing that Lev had for her, was that she was a woman. He had at least enough courtesy to not to hit women. Shoot, maybe. If it had been required of him for a job. Even then, he tended to go easier on them. Hitting women though, was something he never did. So even if the weretiger turned heel and dealt him a punch, he wouldn't swing back. Again, he had the slightest amount of courtesy to avoid doing such a thing. When it came to mouthing off though, gender didn't matter. He'd insult and curse at women just as much as he would with men. It was showing now as he talked with the tiger, having absolutely no respect for her desire to be left alone. "If you don't want to tell me though, I can take guesses. Lion, tiger, panther, or a cougar maybe?" He was purposely trying to get on her nerves, pushing her to see how much of his attitude she could take.

With his guesses, he was only going with the basics for now. He's seen other were cats before though, including a cheetah. Cheetahs were a bitch to deal with, but he wasn't afraid to admit that it was one of the few who got away from him.

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Tag: Karlee, Open!
Word Count: 582
Notes: -
Lyrics: Waidmann's heil - Rammstein
Template: Ryder

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

nother annoyed harrumph was exhaled sharply through her nose and Karlee didn’t bother looking back at him as he responded to her quip. It hadn’t been intended for an insult, and it seemed he hadn’t taken it as one, so that was a win across the board.

“That was the point I was trying to make, fucktard,” she snorted irately, glancing around once more to make sure she could safely cross yet another street without being run over. No cars, safe passage. She didn’t miss a stride as she stepped into the street, jaywalking down the road diagonally. Why waste time going across the crosswalk, turning, and then going along the sidewalk if she could cut all of that extra time out? She wasn’t exactly taking small steps, either.

And yet, she wasn’t exactly running from the man tailing her, either. If she had wanted to she was sure she could just take off and leave him in the dust at a moment’s notice. But that required too much fucking effort.

“If I had wanted to pump you full of silver, I would've done it already. Or if it makes you feel better, I would've tried to. I don't like wasting time with things,” he attempted to explain. As he said, he was trying to make her feel better, but his words only managed to sour her mood even further into the path of uncontrollable rage.

She wasn’t quite ready to get violent, but her fists were clenched at her side.

Karlee once again didn’t look back at him, but managed to somehow snarl at him as well as she walked quickly. “Don’t fucking patronize me, dickweed. I’m not fucking Mr. Smith from the fucking Matrix. I can’t fucking dodge bullets. But by god my last act on this motherfucking world would be to take at least part of you with me before I died, got it?”

The girl really had a mouth on her.

This time when she crossed the street, she didn’t look. She remained on her path, but the block ended and she wasn’t paying attention. She heard the engine of the car before the squealing of the breaks and tires. The tiger didn’t jump out of the way or flinch. No, she merely turned around just as the car stopped, the grill was a inch or two away from the hips, and glared at the driver in the seat who was swearing at her.

Glaring, she lifted her hands and slammed them palm-down on the hood, denting the metal inward with two huge craters. Had she put anymore strength into it she might have destroyed the engine or other inner workings of the car. “I’m fucking walking here you jack-piss motherfucking shit-bag!” she snarled, making the driver lean back against his seat, eyes wide and mouth agape.

After spending another second glaring at him, she turned and kept walking, leaving him to deal with the damage to his car. Meanwhile, what’s-his-dick was still behind her, prattling off what kind of cat she could be. The sound of her teeth grinding was actually audible, but she didn’t answer him. Her steps had become heavier and her hand was actually starting to bleed as her nails dug into her palms from clenching her fists so tightly. No, no she couldn’t let this ruin her night. . . she had pretty new jewelry and once she ditched the dodo she’d be able to go home and relax. . . .

TAGGED: Lev WORDS: five eighty one OUTFIT: jeans and a t-shirt NOTES: actually a got a post up. . . hurray. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera