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[Lucias]

Lucias was bored, an open bottle of beer swinging from his finger tips as he wandered down the town of what he liked to call "Home". Life here was so DULL. No one was screaming anymore, no dead bodies lying on the ground. What ever happened to this town? Now it's just become of government ran piece of shit. His eyes ran over a group of girls that were exiting a shop. Like they needed those fancy fucking scarfs, his was perfectly fine. Lucias grinned and chucked the bottle at their heads, laughing as they screamed and scrambled off. As if he was the worst thing prowling the streets tonight. He shoved his now empty hands into the protection of his pockets, frowning when he found a hole. Since ripped jeans wouldn't have holes in them.

The minutes passed by as Lucias leaned against the wall, for once absolutely silent as he stared at the sky. The wind picked up, playing with the edges of his all black shirt and jacket, waking him laugh very quietly. A noise from the darker parts of the alley drew his attention. Lucias grinned to himself, his hand flying to a knife in his jacket pocket as he walked down the alley, finding this noise far more interesting then rambling school girls.

[Annabella]

[ hope you don't mind . and please ignore the length, i ramble a lot. xD]

If it were possible, Anna had probably become even more of a pain in arse since she'd died. Could you call it dying? Changed. Died. What the fuck ever. Either way she was no longer the Anna her parents had raised and the one who'd acquired a vast selection of scars from her blind determination for revenge.

No, now she could waste a day jousting with her enemy and return home looking a little dusty but nothing more.

Lately though, time had run away from her and she couldn't quite recall when she'd last been 'home'. It was a short lived worry though, her ball and chain was unlikely to be too fussed (given her habit of disappearing for chunks of time) and Anna wasn't about to waste energy wondering if he was alright. Well, what could you do to the already dead? Kill them again?

A little side effect of not having to worry so much about kicking the bucket? An appetite which literally kept her alive. It was a bit of a hinderance at times but she was learning to deal with it.

Leaving the sleeping form tangled in frayed sheets, she ducked out the window and gripped the frame as she planted her feet firmly against the wall below her, intending to simply drop from the second floor window without too much worry. She'd done it before - and the fact a dumpster reduced the distance only had to be a fact in her favour.

Now, snoring, that hadn't been something she'd factored in. So when her last 'victim' gave a sleepy grunt as he turned over, it startled her just enough that she dropped onto the metal object below and promptly fell off it.

"Son of a bitch." she sat herself up, old human habits dying hard as she tested her joints before getting to her feet again and casting her gaze in the direction of something. No. it couldn't be someone, it didn't feel human to her. Though, she was by no means an expert yet.
"What?" she snapped, annoyed with the possibility that anyone might have witnessed the lack of concentration she'd just displayed.

[Lucias]

Lucias grinned, sniffing the air slightly. Even he, who didn't give shit enough to listen closely heard the snore. Huh, his new wife had said they never woke up. Maybe they just went into a coma. He reluctantly let go of his knife, disappointed he wouldn't get any pleasure from it tonight. He sighed slowly and smiled at her. "Cranky, cranky. Did someone not get a big enough penis tonight?" He smiled, not even slightly worried she might be dangerous. As far as he knew, or cared, succubus couldn't eat none mortals.

[Annabella]

Normally, she was the sort to fling the nearest heavy object at your head if the testosterone was so thick around you you could cut it with a knife. But today she settled for a quirk of the eyebrow as she cast her gaze back up to the window she'd exited from, through which a steady snore was still audiable. That always happened with the ones she didn't pre-target - they always turned out to be snorers. Least she rarely stuck around long enough to hear it.

For a second she actually looked like she was pondering an answer "Meh, had worse." she didn't much care so long as she didn't end up a weak wreck like a lot of new changes did if they didn't keep active enough.

Her senses took the extra time to pinpoint the what rather than the who "Thought you fluffy folk preferred the rural bits." manners were obviously not high on her list "If had known you lot were roaming the streets so much I'd have brought a chew toy." even when she was no longer a human, she'd lost none of her dislike for the other non-humans had roamed about. They just creeped her the hell out, even now. Like giant bugs.

[Lucias]

Lucias liked non-humans. They were less breakable. Not that it mattered.. He just hated all that crying that came with blood and shit. Like he should care that they were in pain. Well He did. Mostly because he liked them in pain. It was fun. And sexy. Lucias smiled at the new succubus, tilting his head to the side. "Oh... I don't need a chew toy.. I'm looking at one." He tilted his head to the side. "Besides, rural living is so.... Depressing."

[Annabella]

Admittedly, whether she wanted to show it or not, her expression did virtually all the talking. Faint amusement that he had the balls to come out with something like that, a cockyness that said 'never in a million years and just the minimal trace of something which might have been her gutter-minded good humor. "Om nom." she muttered with a chuckle, not displaying the kick of rage which had flared within her momentarily at the idea of being someone's 'toy' again. God, it made her want to smash damon's face off a wall all over again.

In a move to put a little more distance between herself and the noise which was currently irritating her, which promptly dropped a few volume levels when she did, Anna lent her shoulder against one of the walls which bordered the alley. "Hm, depressing, no people to bug I'd expect." which was probably a good thing for the general population given the hard to guess natures of weres.

"As depressing as all that greenery is, it still doesn't really explain why you choose now to wander on down here. Curiosity killed the cat you know. Besides, I'd have thought scaring shrill voiced little girls was riveting fun for you." it'd be hard to miss the sarcasm that weighed down the word in an otherwise offhand comment.

[Lucias]

Lucias didn't care about her expressions. There wasn't horror, there wasn't pain, and she wasn't a friend so he really could summon up the will to care if she was upset. Nor did he actually think about what he said, so if he had balls for saying something- it just meant he had a huge enough pair he didn't even need them.So he merely yawned at her unintelligent mumbles while leaning his entire weight against the wall behind him. His eyes flicking away from her face to study the wall across the alley; liking how the shadows painted a picture on it's textured surface. For a moment he reveled in the fact he had just thought like an artist, but then it was gone. Just like hot dogs and Coney Island.

"Scaring girls is fun, but after awhile their screams are just so tiresome. I mean they never scream something new. It's always 'help me help me!'" Lucias proceeded to scream help me as girlishly as he possibly could. "But that's all in fun. I'm a... Domesticated doggy." He grinned wolfishly at her, his eyes reflecting the thin light. "Besides, if I wasn't here I couldn't meet girls like yourself."

[Annabella]

Maybe a few weeks prior, she could have approached the situation like a worker. Clean cut, vaguely humourous, and probably just gone on her way rather than risk too much time around folk in this town who were quite obviously a little unhinged. Some more than others obviously. But it was safe to say that the vast majority of folk you'd meet, were likely to be the sort you didn't want to encounter in a dark alley - or without a very effective weapon in your hands.
Now, she had more time than she knew what to do with, so almost found herself humouring the situation of company - not unlike kerry had probably done the first night in their 'cell', well, house.

She shrugged, "They're girls, what can you expect? Usually it's screaming for help or just a flat out scream - it's sad how few have the capacity to actually, I dunno, make good use of their last minute if they think they're gonna die." which generally, considering how jumpy folk were, was the default thought in the face of danger.
Oh god, I'm gonna die.

Funnily enough, considering folk like herself running around, it probably would have been more fitting if it were.
Oh god, I'm fucked.

His commented prompted another throaty chuckle. unintentionally like the sort that seemed to work so well on her victims to get rid of the whole 'she-could-be-something-other-than-human-or-just-bonkers-and-kill-me' fear. The image of him as this domesticated dog just cracked her up.
Anna seemed to agree, the half nod of her head obviously the gesture equivilant of 'fair point'. "Like myself? I'm curious to hear what that is, pup." her arms folded loosely as she regarded him. Nine times out of ten, people met her and when you asked them to sum her up - they were usually wrong. An accidental perk of being dead she guessed.

[Lucias]

The wolf man raised an eyebrow at her, eyes questioning as he laughed. "Who said I kill them? I'm not the killing type. Once their dead you lose so much for them.." He shrugged, speaking nothing but the truth. He's only ever killed once or twice. but he was drunk so you couldn't blame him for whatever happened. Anyone would have killed if they were drunk and the girl wouldn't stop screaming, honestly it just gave him a headache. "Sorry but I'm not a pup, little girl. I'm fairly sure I'm older then you are." with that Lucias stood up, dusting invisible dust from his butt. "Now, as regards to our current location.. Aw fuck it's hard to talk like that. Look I'm bored as balls out here, want to go get a drink or whatever with me?"

[Annabella]

She looked patient as she clarified her point "Round here, at the first sign of danger, that's what they're thinking. They fear death over everything. You could be the most harmless person to encounter, but if you gave them a fright they've instantly got one foot in the grave." or so she'd heard. Honestly, she'd never really been in such a position. Admittedly, she'd been in the position of not wanting to sleep incase she woke up to Mr Creepy looming over her - but that was rational.

Anna's gaze was level, the vague starts of a cocky smile unwavering "And I'm no little girl. Hmm, it's possible I guess." she added, obviously taking a mental stab at trying to second guess his age.

As much as booze had lost it's pleasant mind numbing effects (and skull throbbing after effects), it had also lost little of it's appeal or the habits that went along with it. Shrugging, she stood up properly, hands taking a second to adjust the hem of the loose white tank before all but disappearing into the pockets of her jeans. At times like this she was grateful for her preference of trainers - the streets weren't really made for much else.
Passing less than a foot from him, she paused for just a moment "Lead the way then oldie." continuing out into the street with what almost looked like a shift from blonde to her usual brunette hues as she pulled it back and secured it out the way. But it could very well have been a trick of the light rather than an unconscious use of her new found skills.