#simplyamplex

           " y’know ... i’m a little harder to scare off than you give me credit for. ” the words are tossed in lieu of a greeting the moment the other opened their front door. lainey crosses her arms across her chest as she appraises the other with an expectant look from the porch. “ so if you stop tryin' to push me away, it would save us a whole lotta time. ”

"It's not because Halloween is over that we still can't have silly masks, right?"

"Hey there!" Not his smoothest line, but it had been a long night. "You look like you could use a drink."

“So you know that hockey player that I told you about that’s from Minnesota?” Harley questioned. Of course Kalmera knew, he was all Harley could talk about these past few weeks. Mainly complaining about him and how he shouldn’t have any interest in her and also saying how she felt nothing for him. “Well, he texted and said he was coming to visit during his break. I honestly didn’t think giving him my number meant anything. He lives over a thousand miles away, does he honestly think it’s going to work if I gave in to him?” 

        If someone didn’t pull her back she surely would’ve ended up in the newspaper the next day. With a loud gasp she stumbled backwards, hands reaching for a hold on the guy who prevented her from being hit by it at full tilt but the momentum was fierce enough to make her lose her balance. The other person cushioned her collision with the concrete as both went down but they were out of rech for the car that sped down the street as if nothing happened and disappeared around the corner. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, the adrenaline hazing her mind for a moment before her head turned at the man who saved her.  ❛❛Oh my god... oh my god, are you alright? I - what the heck...?!❜❜  

And then she walked through the door. He started to approach her, but a strange scent distracted him. He had known then that she was one of his kind, but she smelled off. He had never gotten close enough nor been intent enough to tell before, but there was definitely something off about her. So he stepped back and observed. He waited until she left and followed behind her, curious as to where she may go. There were woods not far from the bar, and he watched her enter them. He stayed back for a few minutes before following. “What are you doing?” he couldn’t help the disgust and almost horror in his voice when he saw what she was feeding on.

     d r u n k. that was the only word to describe lucy as she stumbled through the door. she held her dangerously high heels in her hand as she sauntered ( stumbled ) toward her fiancé. “christiaan,” she slurred, ignoring the other men in the room as she seated herself upon his lap. “darling, i’ve missed you. you are handsome, aren’t you?” manicured fingers cupped his face, squishing his cheeks against her palms ; her breath reeked of alcohol. || @simplyamplex

The ice in her glass clicked softly as it settled. Dark eyes focused on the amber liquid as she dragged her finger around the rim. Gerard was the last person she was interested in seeing. Something about having to come to him for a matter like this made her seem weak. Such a detestable state of being..."Gerard,” his name finally left her lips, though not without a hint of disdain. Their opponent's power paled in comparison to theirs, but that only mattered so much — it was the persistence that was going to be a challenge. Neither she nor Gerard, had time to deal with such a petty manner, made worse by the fact that their opponent had amassed a following. It would be far easier to put aside their differences now and end this than to allow themselves to be toyed with. “It seems we have a mutual...issue,” Rosalie sneered, her upper lip curling in disgust. “I suppose we should call a truce?” her voice was strained as she finally allowed her gaze to turn to the man sitting next to her at the bar.