Deathknell Chronicles IC, Chapter 1: Eyes Open

[dancrilis]

Danielle and Rick

Flat Face had not seen her meaning, she didn't want to help the mad man she wanted to make sure that they got the full story ... or maybe Flat Face saw all to well, and she was just rationalising to seem morally justified to allow for being part in a cold blooded murder.

Was Desmund truly any worse then her, he was an established caitiff and had taken years to snap, but Trent and Rogan said they all did in the end.
I put a guy in hospital a few days ago, he could be dead now, she made a point to check, would she even last a year without being a murderer, did I even last two weeks?.

She checked herself, jeans, dark t shirt, sneakers, a long denim jacket with a knife in a top inner pocket, a couple of tens, her keys, and freeflowing hair.
Grabbing the hair she tied it back in a pony tail.

The thought hit her in a sickening way, two old men take a teenager to a motel ... oh dear god, "this is messed up" she muttered hoping no one who knew her would encounter her.

"Sure boss, ready when you are", pausing and looking at Rick "sorry unless we should ask something else?", real vampires will not like you mouthing off let them talk and don't speak over them, she could have kicked herself.

Shaping up to be a bad night.