sink your teeth in.

    “Want an autograph?” Silver tongued and SARCASTIC. The Cat slunk her way along shadow, always one to follow her own curiosity. Who was the bold  brunette toeing along her city? Alerting the cops, fucking up Felicia’s gigs. The Black Cat isn’t impressed. “You’ve been leaving a TRAIL, darling.” Snow white strands tip as her head does. Didn’t look like much. Then again, those are always the ones with unexpected BITE. Goody. What ever else she thought so IMPORTANT was nothing in comparison to the thief. 

“If you think a little chaos can be fun.  But you never said you didn’t like blood either.  I warn you, there is a very powerful magic in the bar that keeps customers from lying to the bartender.”  Well that part was obviously a lie.  Though it did make her think about trying to figure out a spell she could make do that.  “Well who knows if those are even true or not.  I mean you can’t really know for sure.”

“I don’t think we have anything near that good.  Maybe you didn’t notice, but this is a shitty dive bar,” she said placing the drink down.  “So what brings you here anyways?”

     “  i said i didn’t like the sight of blood. i think that would imply that i don’t like blood.  “ clearly there was no magical truth spell, if she could still somewhat lie about her preference with blood. it was something she had to watch out for -- witch’s weren’t her favorite. they certainly weren’t the worst, but maria highly doubts she’s their favorite person. “  do you normally have an interesting view on stories? i highly doubt most of them are true.  “

     Maryam can understand the reluctance. Their species; proud - private. She has made quite the impression as the one who hunts her own kind. Though, maybe she didn’t see it that way. Ridding the world of its demons one vampire at a time. Fingers curled into her lap, delicately placed limbs. For a moment, Maryam looks relaxed. Should she be? Sitting across from someone with such determinations. “I’m not here to stop you. Or, kill you, either.” Trust offered the same as that brief smile. “As long as I am not at the top of your hit list.” 

@fangkilled hit that ❤💋

     The wheels of her roller skates were among the only sounds on the street at this hour. Around 3 AM most cities started to grow still. Weekends were a different story, but this was a Tuesday. So she was a bit taken off guard when she came across someone else. She didn’t seem messed up and that moment of curiosity had her slowing down while her imagination went skating off instead. Renown and validation may have been her motivation getting into her former profession, but she really was fascinated by human behaviour and people in general. Especially when they were really pretty with a badass vibe. 

     “Love y’vibe, cutie,” Harley flirted as she skated by, slow enough to maybe chat her up, but not too slow. She wasn’t trying to be a creeper or anything. Pinkie swear.

       gotham city had to be one of the more ... unique places she’s had the pleasure of visiting. it was full of everything -- from crime to shady law enforcement, to movie made villains and heroes in tights. it definitely caught her intrigue. while maria doubts she’ll start buying an apartment here and staying, she can say that her visit has been memorable. it was memorable enough that she was wandering the streets at 3 AM (  though it was more due to the fact that she wanted to catch this sleazy demon  ). she’s so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn’t realize there’s another on the streets until the woman skates by.

—          SHE WAS TRYING to be a good person.  there was a lot about what she was now that leant itself to being monstrous, but she didn’t want to be.  sure, there were people who deserved to meet the dangerous side of her, but she’d kept such a side under wraps.  at her words, corrie grins wide.     ❝ ooh, for what kind of reasons? ❞     there’s a teasing tone in her voice, leaning to bump her shoulder against maria’s. 

snacks.  snacks are on the mind.  she wonders what they had here that was different than australia.  what treats did they have from her home?     ❝ choke on what? ❞     she says with a smile, tilting her empty cup towards maria. 

     her head turns as corrie bumps her shoulder, and her nose scrunches up. “  wouldn’t you like to know?  “ she teases back, taking one last sip of her coffee. once she finishes it, maria leans forward to place it on the couch and then turns back towards the blonde. “  well, for one you keep me from spiraling into a deep, dark cycle.  “ she hums, glancing over at her. “  and two, you’re nice to keep around. you keep me company.  “

—          ❝ i don’t need to see you in the same room to know you’re cute, ❞     she counters.  she’d met both of them, she could imagine.  too actually see them interacting would be an entire other thing, especially if it was so complicated between them.  she breathes a sigh of relief, brushing her hair out of her face.     ❝ well that’s good.  it’d suck for you guys to meet again after so much time and then just give it all up. ❞     a pause as maria continues.     ❝ i mean, yeah, you’re dead but you’re still, like, living. and he’s back now, so you can work it out.  love prevails, you know? ❞     she liked to think that, at least, that love could make it through all complications. 

                >> ⚔️ <<              ❝       WASTING ENERGY    isn’t of use to anyone,  to those with an extra   AMOUNT   going for them.   works for the both of us.         ❞             he shrugs,  not in the mood to really get into anything as of right now   ———-  the   HUNT   that he’s currently on is a half   PRIORITY   for him.  

                ❝       right.  it created a hassle and about   FIFTY   dead humans throughout the last city or two.  tracked it   MOSTLY   down here.  i’d rather   not   lose it this time.        ❞

     fifty dead humans. she fights the urge to pull a face, though it’s hard not to. she’s never been a fan of her kind going in for the large kills, and it’s pretty obvious why. just because they were vampires and needed blood to survive didn’t mean they needed to create a massacre. but maybe that was just her and her common sense.

             FIRST CONFUSION, but then swift annoyance crossed her features.  fingers clenched tightly at her sides, though she didn’t make any move to attack.  it was just some MEAGER effort to try and withhold a biting retort.  it was only somewhat successful.  “my stuff is here, lady, so f u c k off.  s’just an old, dumpy building, take your business elsewhere so i can sleep.”

“Say I was to ask you,” she said with a simple and playful grin.  It was a slow night so far, so it was sounding more and more fun to make mischief and chaos.  Maybe not quite the level of spiking people’s drink with blood, but something.  She stared hard at the woman, confusion in her eyes, “Do you know him?  Like you personally know Dracula?  Because if you do, I know some very nice people with white coats and a special jacket for you.”

Maya nodded and moved to make the drink.  She grabbed the well to pull it up with the tonic, “You want this or something nicer?”  

      “  ask me what? if i enjoy having blood mixed in with my drinks?  “ well, she’s not about to admit that yes, she does like that. that would be admitting that she was a vampire, and well -- that’s not something you just blurt out. there’s a reason why it’s kept as a secret. her expression slowly morphs into more of a deadpan expression. she didn’t even know dracula personally, anyways. “  i can’t say i do. other then the tales told.  “

THE  HOT  COFFEE  OPTION  IS  ALWAYS  A  TEMPTATION.  the  real  trick  is  in  resisting  it.  but,  as  proven  by  the  prick  in  the  corner,  sometimes  it’s  really  for  the  greater  good  to  just…  give  in.  besides.  he’s  wearing  white  chinos.  by  his  logic,  he  shouldn’t  be  surprised  if  they  get  stained,  much  the  same  way  he  must  expect  this  young  woman  not  to  be  surprised  by  his  greatly  unwanted  attention.  she  nods  once,  observing  the  man  without  bothering  to  disguise  her  disgust.  “ i’m  sorry  your  first  experience  of  the  diner  happens  to  coincide  with  him.  he  must  be  here  for  a  conference  or  something;  i’ve  never  seen  him  around  before.  but  things  are  quietening  down  now;  i  can  sit  with  you.  strength  in  numbers,  yeah?  i’m  ashley,  by  the  way. “  she  offers  a  hand  to  her,  beaming  brightly,  still  very  much  aware  of  their  unwanted  guest  in  the  booth.  “ what’s  your  name? “

                >> ⚔️ <<              ❝           MM   . .   don’t need to thank me.  while i’m   less   decent than i used to be   . .  i’m   fair   to those who deserve it.         ❞                 he replies,  rather   HONEST   in his delivery to her.   she doesn’t have anything to fear from him  ;  less she starts something.  then she   MIGHT   need to worry a bit.

             ❝           really   ———–   and if you’re   WILLING   to help i wouldn’t mind.  tracking it seems to be   SIMPLE   thus far though.        ❞                

     “  well ... you saved me from wasting my energy on something pointless. and from having to defend myself.  “ despite her demeanor, she didn’t like getting into fights. or having to prove herself in the fact that she’s not the bad guy. it got tiring after a while. especially when she didn’t ask for it, more times then not.