Renegade fighter

                              “Entertaining, terrifying, absolutely mysterious. Jerry Springer meets --- Rocky Horror?” cue the confused expression as her forehead wrinkled at the thought, wondering if maybe there was a better reference,almost waiting for the shifter before her to come up with one as the vampire continued to grin, unaware before this very moment that she indeed would be ecstatic to see the blue eyed cannibal. “Ah, you know me, cowboy, same old, same old.” an utter teasing, airy tone now as her words mirrored his own, just in a less gruff nature as Kenzie chuckled deeply before attempting to answer his question. “Opened my own shop, selling my own line and everything. Suppose that’s something to tell --- and now I’m realizing that besides work and my side activities that we both know shouldn’t be spoken about in public, I’ve done absolutely nothing else!” which prompted the brunette to shake her head gently at her own lack of fun lately; well, normal people fun. “Would you like to get a drink? That’s if you’re not busy being all mysterious, aloof guy.”

                              “His loss.” she added while placing her bag back upon the counter top,phone slipped back comfortably into the front pocket as Kenzie looked over her new companion for the night. The vampire wasn’t exactly heartbroken that the other male had chosen something else over their drinks as it was only a means to an end; the end being that she had liked the look of his veins the first time they had met. As the male before her complimented her obvious looks, Kenzie allowed her lips to show their slight gratitude, smiling sweetly for a brief moment as her eyes gave the other’s outfit a once over. “Don’t think you’re going to win the award for town hobo anytime soon; might need a few more holes in those designer jeans first.” the brunette teased with ease, gaze softening as the offerings for this evening settled in. “Gin and tonic to start, if you’d be so kind. A drink and a dance? Well, how about we test those conversation skills of yours first and if they’re to my liking, then a dance is definitely on the cards. I’m Kenzie.” 

                             In hindsight, this probably was an extremely bad idea, something the petite vampire was well aware of as she followed her blood lust towards the private massacre but made even more clear as her body went sailing through the air as though she were a twig his foot happened to stand on; without noticing. Kenzie had only ever seen pictures of Cassius, other than that she only knew him from the stories that Remi shared with her, fond memories and absolute horrors that frightened and delighted the brunette all the same. No, she hadn’t actually come across him before and certainly not in the state that he was now which definitely wasn’t how Remi had ever described him as being ---- hell, Kenzie hadn’t even realized they had found him and  it wasn’t until those predatory eyes bore into her’s without comprehension and confusion that she realized who he actually was; so why the hell was Cassius Carmikael asking who she was? To make matters worse, the original suddenly seemed to snap out of his clearly manic state and started playing with her, something that Kenzie had seen for herself as Remi would play with her toys or those she found interesting, but it was nothing that had actually been done to her, save for Dawson; though this was quite different. “I --- .” lost for words momentarily as she spun around to attempt to catch the original, which in itself was another foolish mistake. “Kenzie Hale ---- which doesn’t mean anything, I know. Remi’s my maker.” her last words spoken louder, even though he could hear her perfectly fine, but it was the only thing she could say that would spare her life; she hoped.

                                  “Well, that’s just great.” the brunette mumbled under her breath, hands fidgeting with her phone that displayed the ‘sorry, can’t make it text.’ that was an hour late. With her red lips pursed together at the thought of heading home with nothing to do, Kenzie looked around the busy bar before noticing someone sitting just to her left; alone. “So.” the vampire began casually, heels tapping lightly on the floor as she walked towards the other. “I just got stood up and don’t feel like going home all gloomy --- feel like having a drink with a complete stranger, stranger?” 

                    The world that they all shared whether certain people liked it or not was filled with certain individuals that you just didn’t forget in a hurry; Lawson Cage was in fact one of those people. This fact was perhaps made very evident at the near instantaneous grin that easily spread itself across Kenzie’s face at the sight of the cannibal shifter --- not something you came across every day. “From time to time, depending on what’s happening.” the vampire replied coyly, shoulders relaxing as her gaze looked him over as subtly as possibly while that grin said in place. “Maybe one day, but for now, home is where I stay ---- didn’t actually think you’d be back, Lawson, happy that you are though. How’re you??” 

                   “I actually can’t wrap my head around it, you know? Even though I’m talking to someone who is over a thousand years old and I have to drink blood to live, the thought of there being vampire/werewolf mixtures out there? That’s crazy. Well, you older more dangerous creatures kinda make it easy for us young one’s, you know that? Thanks for having massive targets on your backs. Seems a shame that they have to, but that’s for your next game, right? Vampire/witch mixtures??”

                          “Oh ---- sorry.” the brunette offered the stranger, well, hybrid named Tully to be fair, as she noticed the expression the other was wearing. “I just completely bombarded you with my crap, didn’t I?”

                      “You know what this really needs though?” the vampire almost yelled at the other when her drink was brought to the table, which Kenzie was quick to grab from Tully and place far away from her sketch book that currently held the makings of her next design. “It needs something.” Kenzie stated flatly suddenly as her previously excited features now appeared scrunched upon her face. “Now, if I could just make something an actual something, I’d be good to go, right?”

                      “How did he taste?” a curious question perhaps but it wasn’t exactly every day that one got to taste two species in one and he did look pretty damn good as well. “Want me to make friends with one of them?? The girl was wearing some pretty cute clothes, could probably spark up a conversation about that easily enough. You’re happier than usual to be home --- question; what’s going to happen to them?”

                        Why was everyone just standing around, talking about their same old day when there was pure electricity in the air? Couldn’t they feel the buzzing that seemed to engulf every single sense that Kenzie had; why the hell were they just standing around? One minute the brunette was talking to some street vendor and the next minute the wind was rushing through her perfectly straight hair towards the sensation, towards the smell that was unmistakable to creatures such as herself. It wasn’t until her doe like eyes were actually upon the sense that Kenzie slightly realized she might have just invited herself into someone’s frenzy that they surely didn’t want anyone else to see but those concerns instantly faded as eyes locked onto the sight that reminded her of one of her paintings; something straight out of nightmares --- or dreams, depending on the person. “Its --- ...” a soft spoken single word as delicate feet began to move her legs through the massacre, one that she herself had committed when her hunger spiked, or her and Remi had nothing else to do but not quite on this scale, not with such --- urgency. This was chaos, pure and utter chaos for nothing more than need and despite the daunting figure that stood in the middle of it all, the tiny vampire couldn’t take her eyes of off the beauty of it all. “Beautiful.” she finally managed to speak another word as she now knelt down beside a body who’s eyes still reflected the horror they had witnessed before their final moments. 

                   “Are you done with your little make-out session for the day or do I have to get my phone out again?”

                   “I was really hoping that you were a miracle worker. I had one job and now its dead.”

                    “I know you’re supposed to think that the customer is always right, but you’re very wrong in this instance, Nolan. My apparent looking at you has nothing to do with non-existent hunger, okay? Just --- sizing you up for the new tie is all. So, what are you after exactly? Something for casual wear or a hot date??”

                    Kenzie was sure that it did matter, especially if Cait felt that guilty about something, but she wasn’t about to push, not when there was so much else going on. “ --- Right. The breakup...” she found herself mumbling out of, well, was it guilt or something else entirely? Everything had blurred together from that night, all the little shit that had built up had come storming out and created nothing but pure chaos between them and now everything was going to shit and she wasn’t entirely sure if anything would ever be the same again. At Cait’s words, Kenzie found herself nodding as the words that weren’t spoken were made clear to the vampire. “I know, Cait ---- I don’t want you going near her, not even for this. We ---- well, there’s no reasoning with him when he’s like this or appealing to any feelings that he once had. Hey, if he kills one of us, maybe that’ll work.” a forced laugh left her lips as she sighed heavily at the thought, eyes pleading with Caitlyn to stay away from him even though she knew he’d pop up around either of them without much warning whenever he pleased. “I know --- death by ex-boyfriend. I wasn’t exactly looking for him in the first place --- Not yet. She’ll want to kill him for what he did, so I have to choose my words very carefully. But, she’ll help us, Cait. If we need him locked up, at least we’ll have her to help us.”

                    “The simple life for over-thinkers --- how many chapters are we talking? Might have to triple that cookie order of yours. Ah, the cookie a day trick, wasn’t aware of that one. I’m more of a ---- red velvet kinda person but white chocolate with raspberry works just as well.”

                      “He thought?” Kenzie asked quietly as her brows furrowed slightly at Cait’s words, still unknowing of the full story as to what actually happened ---- after their breakup, she had left the manor to head home and hadn’t looked back; well, she had but she liked to pretend she was stronger than that. “And how exactly were you supposed to know that any of this was going to happen? It could have happened at any time because he was just carrying centuries worth of pain around with him, Cait. Its not your fault.” the brunette urged now, not wanting anymore guilt to settle upon their shoulders as they were faced with this new reality. “ --- Yeah, I know that now. Or she’s just taking advantage of it, which doesn’t help us in the slightest I know. We can’t leave him like this ---- the longer it goes on, you know he’ll never come back from it. He scared me. Terrified more like it; actually thought he was going to kill me.”