Night's Omen

Prompt List

• Dangerous (http://angdar.com/nightsomen/index.php?topic=1532.msg28643#msg28643)
• Light
• Bubbles
• Fear
• Lost
• Stars
• Slap
• Keys
• Love
• Trouble

NOTICE: All of Cynthia's prompts come with a warning of violence and/or otherwise explicit nature.

Dangerous

This thread takes place in the present.

  Midnight at the docks was no time for a girl to be out, nor were the docks quite the place - and yet the pretty, petite girl was there, her eyes watery and her nose red from crying. She hugged her fitted jacket closer to her form, wiping her eyes as she hurried down along the street that ran against the harbour. The smell was absolutely nauseating, both from the stench of the polluted water and the men who milled about, drunk from bars and strip clubs. She knew it wasn't primary hunting ground, but it would have to do. She and London had experienced an... altercation, and she didn't want to prowl in his patrol area and tempt his anger any more than it already had been piqued.

  She continued on, making sure to appear as conspicuously inconspicuous as humanly possible. Heels clicked against the pavement, the sound of a girl in need; the sound of fresh meat. She rounded another corner, knowing well and good she was headed for an alley, but the footsteps closing in on her belonged to a predator who didn't know that she was aware of where she was running.

  Cynthia gasped in surprise when she hit the dead end, and made worried noises while fumbling with a cell phone. She dropped it in a puddle and picked it back up, but it was no use - it was dead. She heard a noise and glanced up, emitting a small cry of shock as a man loomed towards the entrance of the alley.

  "Lost?" the gruff voice said.

  Cynthia stammered a moment. "I was just on my phone," she said firmly, voice wavering. "With my boyfriend. He's picking me up in a second," she replied, trying to puff up a little.

  There was a dark laugh from the man and he began to advance on her. Cynthia shrank back against the wall as he came closer. "If you come any closer, I'll scream," she said, voice breathy and scared.

  "Oh, I'm counting on it, baby," he said, a few feet from her. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't be out this late in this area. It could be dangerous," he continued. He leaned in against her form, causing her to push back into the chain link fence that separated the alley from the shipyard beyond.

  Cynthia's trembling stopped as the man drew inches from her face, rolling forward on the tips of her feet to press herself against the firmness of his... body. Human men were like animals - wild dogs, looking for their next kill. Cynthia, however, was a much smarter breed of fox. "How dangerous?" she whispered, voice slipping into a low, seductive purr. She reached out slowly, wrapping an arm around him, and began to drop small kisses on his neck.

  A low moan escaped him, and he lurched forward, grabbing her up by her hips. He tried to push her back against the fence even harder, but he screamed instead when a burning sensation hit his neck. The crazy bitch had bitten him! "Bitch!" I'll teach you how to play nice!" he roared. He tried to pry her off of him, but she was incredibly strong. Was he really that drugged up? There was no way this teenager could really overpower him.

  Cynthia dragged her lips, still bloody, to his ear, squeezing her legs around his midsection so tightly that she began to cut off his air. "Thugs like you shouldn't be terrorizing little girls out on a night like this. It could be dangerous," she said. Then she bit off his ear.

  Screams echoed out of the alley, but nobody went anywhere near it. Whatever was going on down there wasn't any of their business. That was what the police were paid to do, right?