The cool air hit her face and she took a deep breath, running a hand through her dark curls before reaching in her back pocket for a pack of Marlboro Menthols and her lighter. There was a click then a flame and she inhaled the sharp taste making her relax some. She exhaled a puff of smoke and watched as it mixed with the neon lights of the club she was leaning against. Meg hadn’t been inside the establishment yet but she could hear the beat of the southern rock through the wall and was trying to decide whether or not she felt like going inside. She could just pick up a homeless person and torture them but there was no chase in that and Meg was feeling like a challenge.
She was wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans (all the better to hide the blood with) and an equally tight purple shirt. One of her leather jackets kept the light breeze off of her arms and she stood tall in a pair of black high heel boots. Meg was comfortable in the clothes even though it was probably bordering on too hot for the weather but she was a demon and little things like climate didn’t bother her much. Even the extremist weather here on earth was nothing compared heat and cold one found in hell. Meg was so glad she wasn’t stuck there anymore and would try anything to keep from going back there.
Meg blew another puff of smoke out of her mouth and rolled her shoulders. She didn’t want to think about hell or her time there so she focused on inhaling smoke and letting it burn her vessels lungs. She blew a few smoke rings into the air and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall and sighing. She had been going on a torturing spree of sorts and as fun as it had been she was starting to wonder how much longer she could keep it up. Well, that was a lie. She could easily keep it up with no problem but she’d had a couple run ins with hunters lately and just getting away by the skin of her teeth was a bit on the nerve wracking side. Then there was her basement in Maine with her newest plaything. She smirked thinking about the poor boy laying in a pool of his own blood and wondered if she should bring him back another maggot filled sandwich to eat or if she should find something equally as horrid.
She threw the cigarette butt on the ground and looked back at the bar and decided not to enter. She just wasn’t feeling the place currently. The demon kept to the shadows as she moved through the near empty town, a pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. She took a long drag and blew it out through her nose. There was a reason Meg was always a bit on the randy side when she tortured people. She had a bit of an addiction and it wasn’t to drugs or alcohol. It was easy for her to get sex wrapped in the package she was in but with all the work she’d been doing it had been a week or two. The bar she had just been leaning against didn’t seem like it was going to have what she was looking for in that way. So she just kept walking, brainstorming places to go.