lets get drunk and ride around -open-

[Becky Maria Cassell]

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' ' WEVE GOTTA HOLD ON TO WHAT WEVE GOT
IT DOESNT MAKE A DIFFERENCE IF WE MAKE IT OR NOT
'' WEVE GOT EACHOTHER AND THATS A LOT FOR LOVE


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Becky had been working late at the Hospital, like always she never got out on time. It didnt annoy her, she enjoyed her job. In fact she loved her internship. She was in the locker room taking off her blue scrubs and getting changed back into her own clothes. She tugged at the bobble in her hair, pulling it out she fluffed her hair so it fell nicely around her shoulders before pulling on her top, jeans and shoes. She pushed her ring onto her middle finger and her bracelets onto her left arm. Once she was all dressed, she picked up her bag and checked her phone. She had a message from Damon but she'd be home soon enough so she didnt bother replying. Honestly, her brother could be so unpredictable. He was actually home on time and she wasnt there. Although they lived together, Becky and Damon very rarely saw each other. But that wasnt what worried her the most. He'd become so secretive since he'd gotten this job, he wouldnt talk about it and she often wondered why.

"Becky!" She turned quickly as she was putting her necklace on, she was faced with a girl called Annabel. "I need your help! Please can you cover my Friday night shift? I'll do your Sunday one. Please!" Becky sighed, it wasnt like she had anything better to do with her time. "Sure Belle. What're you doing?" Annabel pulled Becky to sit down on one of the benches before gushing out a rather long and tiring story which made Becky wish that she'd never said anything. The gist of it was that she was going on a date with a cute boy. Becky rolled her eye, honestly, Belle was known for having a different guy every weekend, Becky learnt not to take much notice. "Belle I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Once outside, the crossed the carpark. The heels of her shoes clapping on the stone floor. When she reached her car and put the key in the ignition, she looked around. Something didnt feel right. She felt like she was being watched. She turned, trying to cast her eye in every shadowed corner. It didnt occur to her that she wouldnt want to know what was actually hiding in them, if anything. Alright Bex, you're being stupid now. She opened her door and slipped into the sleek silver Merc, similar to the one her brother owned, except hers was silver where his was black. She turned the radio on and locked the door for safe measure. Not that it would help, if anything was out there she was sure they wouldnt be deterred by locked doors.

Pulling out of the carpark, she drove home and parked the car beside Damon's black one in the driveway. Once inside the hall, she peered around for Damon but he didnt appear to be here. How odd, she was sure he said he'd be around tonight. Still it didnt matter. She pulled out her pink phone and quickly typed in a message telling him she'd gone to the pub. She didnt want to stick around waiting for him. She refreshed herself however before leaving the house again and climbing into the taxi waiting outside for her. Even Becky didnt drink and drive.

She paid the taxi and climbed out, walking into the first pub she came too and bought herself a drink. She stood at the bar, gently tending to her drink and paying no attention whatsoever to what was going on around her because to be truthful, she just didnt care.

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[Sethius Artemis Liandron]

The Lycan was growing increasingly rash, for the first few evenings tailing him on his lone runs had been tricky, Sethius had lost him several times but now with his quarry in sight the Lycan seemed to be letting his guard down…considerably. Sethius guessed he was struggling with tunnel vision with a fixation on his prey, the vampire on the other hand was being careful; probably too careful as this hunt was taking him too long, nearly a week now, but he had to know what the Lycan wanted, there had to be a method to their madness…didn’t there?

At first it seemed all too random, going hither and thither to seemingly unconnected places; but this Lycan was smart, Sethius was glad he’d chosen the way of caution, as the Lycan was undoubtedly trying to throw him off his scent as he had succeeded the past few nights. Then like an arrow, with Sethius in fast pursuit, the Lycan was off heading directly for the hospital as he had done several times, but now with a sense of utmost urgency, an aim, a desire. Sethius felt the thrill of the chase but quashed it down, he had to remain alert; this could so easily be a trap, racing across the rooftops whilst the Lycan sped through the streets below Sethius took a gamble stretching out ahead to reach the hospital first, he could only hope his guess was right. Selecting a high, relatively concealed vantage point, in the form of the Hospital’s adjoining Catholic church, Sethius looked down upon the hospital grounds, primarily the still packed car park; hospitals were always so busy, and he waited scant seconds for the Lycan to arrive, prowling through the parked cars, sticking low to the ground as it sniffed the cool night air. Sethius watched motionless his senses honed for any danger, bright eyes peering eerily down at his own prey. The Lycan stopped abruptly, his lithe figure pressed up against a Ford Transit van as he looked around the windshield at a slim, young woman exiting the hospital, walking quickly across the car park to her car, the Lycan following her every move and the vampire following his; this was it, the reason was blatantly her, it wanted her. The Lycan crept ever closer, perched high upon the church’s steeple tower Sethius acted quickly prising a tile from the roof he looked down below and dropped it to the street, a sure sign to the Lycan that a vampire was up in the rooftops, only the Lycan would audibly hear the smashing tile at this distance Sethius reasoned, and it bought the girl time enough to reach her car as the Lycan stopped abruptly looking back, whilst Sethius slipped into the shadows. He probably wouldn’t have chosen such a public place to attack but Sethius preferred to be safe than sorry. Yet the girl wasn’t moving off, something was stopping her and Sethius could tell with his excellent vision that the Lycan’s carnal lust was tempting him into a rash move as he twitched in the shadows, probably struggling to control his panting. Before the Lycan’s desire overcame him the young woman was moving off in her Silver Merc, with the two hunters trailing her, one in the streets and the other way up in the rooftops. Sethius soon came across a dilemma as the car outpaced the Lycan who instead seemed to heading off in a different direction, Sethius banked that it was a short-cut and decided that sticking with the Lycan was more important as he could easily switch prey for easier pickings.

The Lycan was determined that she were to be his, it turned out it was a shortcut to her home, which he’d clearly known all about with earlier scouting in the week, there was the Silver Merc and presumably she was still inside. Now Sethius was grounded as the lower roofed housing and the fact that they were mainly detached meant he couldn’t run across the rooftops as vampire’s preferred, several houses down the street the vampire stood nonchalantly against a tree newspaper out as he skilfully peered past it to keep one eye focused on the begging for it Lycan and the other on the luckless girl’s house. Sethius hoped the girl would come out again quickly or else the fight would start in her very house, seeing the Lycan dodge back into the shadows Sethius moved up for a closer look walking slowly down the street as if absorbed in his newspaper. Hearing a car start down the quiet street he turned and seeing it was a cab hailed it instantly, it pulled up rather reluctantly, as the window wound down the cabbie declared, “already got an order mate,” and promptly handed him a card, “only taking them into town though so I can be back in five?”
“No that’s ok, I could probably do with the walk,” the fairly tubby cabbie looked him up and down seeing his trim physique even through the jacket Sethius was wearing, he laughed
“yeah, you look as if you need it,” snorted the cabbie,
“How else do you think I keep in shape?” Answered Sethius with a smirk, tapping the roof of the cab with his newspaper he stepped back, “I’ll call on you sometime though I’m sure.” The cabbie grunted a purposefully inaudible reply and drove off, he hadn’t stood a chance at noticing the tiny transponder Sethius had slipped under his wheel arch whilst talking, it had been child’s play for him. The tech experts would be furious if he used it for no good reason though so Sethius was glad when the taxi did pull up outside her house, beeping rather loudly to waken the entire neighbourhood. Continuing his walk towards the house to make sure the Lycan didn’t try anything, Sethius watched as the taxi pulled away with her fine figure brightening the interior up considerably. Sethius didn’t notice the small sigh that escaped his lips as he flicked out his phone and switched on the tracking system that the tech-boys back at the Manor had slaved to perfect over the years. Taking a shortcut into town, rather than following busy roads he took alleyways and rooftops he made it into the centre before them, choosing the main street of pubs to wait for her. Seeing the taxi pull up and her graceful figure step out Sethius flinched, he hadn’t felt such sudden longing in an age, she chose the nearest pub and without a backwards glance, as it would arouse suspicion to the probably watching Lycan Sethius slipped through the growing crowd of merry makers, or rather blind drunks making a racket and stepped into the pub after her.

Walking without hesitance to the bar Sethius smiled at the barmaid as he took off his coat, “would you mind holding this for me please?” He passed her over a tenner adding, “buy yourself something nice, not a drink but shoes or something,” he grinned handing her another ten, “I’ll have…” he blew out his lips as he struggled to decide, “I dunno, give me anything and keep the change.” The curious glances he was being shot made him realise he was probably too much of a gentleman and that the time of chivalry he’d been a complete part of, was long gone. Downing the fiery drink that the barmaid handed him for courage he risked a glance at the woman he was trying to protect, quickly turning away again before she saw his look. Drawing his tongue steadily across his lips he stared resolutely ahead as the barmaid handed him another with a genuine smile for once.
“Thanks,” he muttered distractedly as he mused over how he could warn the hospital worker, “cheers,” he declared to the barmaid, inclining the glass toward her, then tossing the fiery liquid back once more, she’d already moved off to serve the growing clientele when he looked back, standing rather stiffly at the bar; times had changed so much he didn’t know what to do anymore, he hadn’t asked anyway out in well over a hundred years, not since his wife had died, a stab of regret tore into him and his hand trembled on his glass as memories as clear as day flashed unbidden and mercilessly in front of his eyes. The glass shattered in his hand as his brilliantly blue eyes stared unseeing of this world, seeing only Leanne’s perfect features, her little smirk and her laughter resounding in his ears, he didn’t even notice the shards of glass stuck in his hand and splintered across the bar as he’d clenched his fist with such force the glass had shattered out in all directions, he missed her every day, her memory both haunted and sustained him, he needed to kill that Lycan now, before it got to her, slamming his hand down upon the counter he asked in a rough tone, “I’ll have my jacket back now…please.” He added distractedly not even noticing people giving him a wider berth moving quietly away from the imposing stranger, the vampire tossed down a bloodied twenty as her slipped his green jacket back over his broad shoulders and turned towards the door, a steely look of grim determination furrowing his brow and his eyes a blazing unearthly blue like the searing flames of hell itself.