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. serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner three muses is the place to be for a cheap and delicious meal. not to mention how cute and social it is. it has a stage in the room, where small town bands perform and then there's karaoke night on wednesdays, fridays, and saturdays. just another hole in the wall place in new orleans.

For a pack wolf born and raised, being alone for days on end could easily approach an almost painful point. The pack life mentality was all those souls knew, all they lived for. However, for a wolf born of strong blood, raised to lead a pack, being alone was not as much of a burden as one might thing. Leaders, they never were in the presence of others, were they? Not truly…they always stood before their subjects, always making the decisions and taking action for their people not with their people. Alpha Wolves, they were leaders of entire packs but in the company of no one when it was all said and done.

If one was lucky, an Alpha would have a family: brothers, sisters, a spouse, children, and so forth. And if the Alpha was even luckier, they would have blood whom were on their side, always there for them—have family who provided them with the only company they would ever have. But if they were unlucky, they would have no family…and if they were even more damned by God, an alpha would lose her pack as well as her family, leaving her with no one to lead and no one to be at her side. The fully damned Alphas, they were left with nothing but themselves. Briar was left with no one but herself.

Sitting atop a barstool in a dinner known as the Three Muses, Briar’s eyes were vacantly scanning the menu she’d read several times over the course of a few days now. Beings as this place provided Briar with the only connection to the last family member Bry was aware of, it had become a home to the young woman, frequenting it every evening, sitting at the bar-top to ensure she never be assigned her cousin as her waitress. In honesty, Briar wanted nothing to do with her cousin, Harley White. All Bry wanted was a purpose, and the only one she could dig up at the moment was to protect the one blood-tie she had left. Harley. Briar had been raised to believe family was everything, and it was, and this was the last of hers. So from the shadows, Briar would do the only thing she could find a point to and protect Harley from whatever came for the little wolf.

New Orleans wasn’t exactly the kind of scene Briar wanted to be in. Around each corner was a different kind of being, darkness shrouding them and guiding their ways. Evil bled from the old bricks the city was built from, and Bry doubted the wounds would ever be patched up. The city would forever and always be soaked in badness. The wolf would have her hands full keeping her cousin safe in such a place, but on the plus side, it meant Briar would always have something to do.

The chatter within the restaurant had grown into a constant hum of background noise Bry was pushing to the back of her mind. The place had packed itself near full, as usual, and the only few seats were those next to her at the tiny bar counter. Glancing to the server behind the counter, the poor girl who’d been waiting on Bry to pick something for a while now, Briar decided to say fuck it. “Surprise me,” she told the girl, sliding her the menu. The waitress gave a brief smile before walking away to put in whatever random order she came up with in the next few minutes.

It had been a long day for Damien. But then again, all of them were long. He strolled down through the doors of the diner lazily, the familiar atmosphere improving his piss-poor mood slightly. Gazing around the crowded place, he caught sight of a free seat at the counter. Making his way over he slipped into the seat.

He was quickly handed a menu, which he began to look over carefully. He could smell the kitchen better from where he was sitting, which was a hundred times better than the faint (to him at least) smell of oil that clung to him.

"Give me the double bacon cheeseburger. And a coke." He asked, handing the menu back over to the waitress. Tapping his fingers against the counter, he began to wait impatiently for his food.

Finger circling around the top of her glass, Briar sat, not thinking about anything, really. Completely unfocused. When someone took one of the stools next to her, Bry shook back to reality, glancing to the new arrival. Handsome, to say the least, with an appetite he was eager to feed considering he near immediately rattled off his order. Her eyes traveled from the stranger after a moment, gaze going back to her glass as her finger once again began to trace the rim.

But there was this sound, this clack, clack, clack, that broke through the wall of background noise that everyone’s voices had formed. Clack, clack, clack. Cutting her eyes back to the guy, she saw his fingertips drumming impatiently on the countertop. Clack, clack, clack. There were several ways to go on from that point, the easiest and most common would be to ignore the guy and his annoy fingers, but Briar’s nerves wouldn’t allow her to do that. Reaching her hand over, she sat in down on his, forcing his hand to go flatter to the counter and stop the sound. She gave a smile, leaving her hand there for a moment, as she said, “Calm down; you’re making me anxious.” She moved her hand away from his, keeping her eyes on him, though, figuring he’d give some sort of response be it rude or playful. For his sake, she hoped he’d try and hit on her with some lame-ass pickup line she could easily laugh off and ignore.

Damien couldn't help his tapping, he was just impatient. The burgers at this place were the highlight of his day, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into one. When a hand covered his. He jumped a bit, his other hand twitching towards the gun concealed in the waistband of his jeans. Seeing that it wasn't some sort of deformed monster, but a beautiful girl, he relaxed.

"Sorry." He apologized smoothly, a playful smirk crossing his face. If there was anything that Damien loved, it was greasy food, cold beers, killing monsters and beautiful women. His bad mood temporarily forgotten, he held out his hand to introduce himself. "Damien."

He flinched, pretty heavily at that. Of course he did; Briar had caught him off guard with her physical contact. Usually people kept their hands to themselves, after all. She should have been more on guard, more observant and keen, considering she was in a rather dangerous city. No telling what this guy had up his sleeve, what demons he had seen. Or hell, he could be a demon himself. Nah, she’d be able to catch a faint smell from him if he was. Demons could fool humans without question, but werewolves? Their heightened noses could pick up on that rotten egg smell anywhere.

So not a demon, not a blood sucker, not a wolf—he was human, or of angelic origin, but Briar didn’t bother questioning anything about the guy and his flinching. He just flinched; the human flinched. Plain and simple… No guards up on Bry’s part. Bad. Bad dog. She should never let her guard down.

The stranger flashed a smile once he realized it was just some girl who’d bothered him. After offering a brief ‘sorry’, he extended his hand to her and gave his name. Damien. Taking his hand and giving it a shake, she said, “Briar.” Sometimes she hated her name. It was out of left field, not being one heard every day. She dropped her hand from his, putting it back in front of her and wrapping it around her glass with her other hand. “Weird name, I know. My parents said it was because they ‘knew I’d be a throne in their asses’ from the moment I was born.” She laughed lightly, feeling a twinge inside at the mention of her parents.

He chuckled along with her, leaning both his forearms on the counter. Her laugh was pretty, making him want to hear it again.

"No way. I think, and this may be just me," He exaggerated his movements, placing a hand on his chest to refer to himself. It was a lame effort, but maybe it would work. "But I think that Briar is a beautiful name. Like a fairy tale."

He nodded briefly at the waitress as she placed a coke down in front of him. He took a sip from the ice cold soda, not breaking eye contact with her.

He must have thought she was pretty--or he had a very easy to please sense of humor, because he laughed at her joke towards her name. Most probably wouldn't think it funny, and a strangers fake laugh, Bry could pick up on. His wasn't fake, so it was one of the first two. Regardless, his laugh kept Briar's smile in place.

Gesturing to himself as spoke, Damien tried his hand at flattery, saying her dopey name was beautiful in his opinion, like a fairy tale. Oh boy, did that cause the girl's grin so stretch even larger. How damn cheesy was that shit? It had to be the first thing. He thought she was pretty, and this was his attempt to become friendly. Her eyes shifted away for a moment, big grin still in place, before she looked back to him.

"A fairy tale, huh?" she repeated, a single chuckle of sorts coming forth before she shook her head and her smile shifted down a bit. "They must of pulled it and my life from one written by the Brothers Grimm, then," she said, voice a bit bitter, eyes going to her hands once more that were tight around her cup. Loosening her grip, she pulled her hands from the cup and balled them together. Time to change the subject, for sure. "How bout you? Livin' a life birthed by Disney or by the Brothers?" Her eyes went back to him, offering a fresh, light smile, hoping not to have any question of what she meant about her life being a Grimm's tale.

At first, he thought that he was getting somewhere good. At her Grimm (mental pun) comment, his smile dropped just a bit. That didn't come from a good place, he knew better than most. He felt a bit awkward in that moment, as his eyes studied her. Her lighthearted, amused voice turned bitter like a switch. He almost swore for a moment that the glass in her hand would break. His suspicious side poked it's head out, the hunter in him screaming that something was up. But, looking over her, he decided to ignore it just for a moment. Because right now, all he saw was a girl who really looked like she could use a laugh.

"Oh, Grimm for sure. I think I'd make a nice Rapunzel, don't you?" He joked, flipping his fake hair back. It wasn't a lie, at least. He most definitely had a Brother's Grimm type life. Hell, he killed monsters in his spare time and watched both of his parents be murdered before his eyes. If that wasn't grim, he didn't know what was.

((working on a post in a minute, but I wanted to say that you are pretty point on with your dean inspired character. No joke, I could see him saying everything you've typed for him as well as the actions, and I've watched the series a ton of times through, so I know what I'm talkin bout haha XD))

((Awww thank you so much, i was trying to do him justice while also putting my own spin on him so it means a lot that you think that!!))

Ah, yes, there it was, a true charmer, a man who was able to roll with any punch thrown his way and flip it around to try and get a laugh. He used humor to get out of tense situations, didn't he? Probably hid behind it in times treading across uneasy times. He'd gotten good at it, damn good, even, consider Damien had the flash of bitterness that'd waltzed into both Bry's mind and voice dancing right out, smile flashing back to her face, even showing those pearly whites of hers.

"For sure," she said. That whole 'personal space' bubble the girl didn't seem to consider was popped again as she reached to the man's head with a hand, running her hand lightly against his hair. "Just a few more inches or so, and you'd look just like her, pretty face and all." She dropped her to her side.

Damien visibly relaxed as a smile graced her face. He thanked god, though he didn't really believe in the man, for the action. He couldn't stand that bitter, dull look in her eyes. It reminded too much of the face he saw in the mirror every morning, when he was alone with his thoughts.

When her hand began to lightly brush through his short, cropped locks he stiffened. It was a strange feeling, one which he tried to brush away. He chuckled, brushing off his surprise at the intimate contact. He'd been to many a bar, with many women, which more often then not lead to a more than fun night. But he wasn't exactly equipped for something that felt so... kind and innocent.

It means nothing, He told himself, forcing himself to believe it. Just go with it.

In his characteristically low timbre, he spoke up.

"So, you think I'm pretty then." He smirked.

It was the little things that would always give people away. Micro expressions and the slightest posture changes, they were everything when reading someone, when figuring out what was going on in their mind. It'd been brief, but typically something a girl like Bry should have noticed, when Damien had went rigid at her touch. She should have noticed, read more into it--read anything into it. But the girl was off her game, off alert since the moment she lost everything. She should have tried to figure out more, to read more into the stranger--she should have...but she didn't, not even taking notice to his disposition at her touch.

Instead, Briar played life as if she was a blind human, as if this was just some guy that was attractive enough with the ability to make her laugh. Bad dog. You know better.

Her grin shifted slightly, altering into a smirk. "Nah, not really." Looking him over again, taking her time and ensuring it didn't go unnoticed before she looked back to his eyes. "Too rough to be pretty. But handsome, sexy, hot," she raised her brow as she looked in front of her as a plate of food was set before her, giving a quick smile to the waitress, "or any other adjective that means attractive for a man." Picking a fry from the plate, next to a burger that had chili oozing from it, she put it in her mouth and looked back to him. "Take your pick," she finished as chewed the fry and swallowed.

When was the last time she'd just done this? Just enjoyed herself with some random stranger--when was the last time she flirted, even if it meant nothing and would go no where? It'd been far too long. That's what life shredding experiences would do to a girl.

If the girl noticed him tending, she didn't show or question it. The latter of which he was grateful for. He forced himself to relax, as if nothing had happened at all. As she sized him up, extremely obvious in her actions (which was so totally on purpose), he couldn't help the way his lips twitched. At her comment about his 'roughness', followed by many other adjectives she said fit him, he let out a chuckle.

"Ive got to say, I think sexy is working the best for me." He teased, watching as she chewed on her fry. God, he was starving. Almost as if on cue, his burger was placed down in front of him. God he could practically taste it just looking at it. The burger was ginormous, and had a huge pile of fries that barely fit on the plate. And damn it if it didn't look like his own personal heaven. Thanking the waitress, he lifted the burger into his hands. He leaned forward, taking a bite from what most would call a heart attack on a bun. As he chew, he barely held back a soft, satisfied moan.

Of course he'd pick that one; what guy wouldn't? Women, they liked to be called all things: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, adorable, and so forth. Guys, they loved the rawest one of them all, the one that tied directly to the end goal of every night out, and from he way he was handling things, this wasn't the first time he'd had a conversation like this. He was used to girls talkin' him up, wasn't he? His attention was taken by the burger that landed in front of him, the man not hesitating to take it in his hands and sink his teeth into it. It looked like he was enjoying that food more than he would any girl's company. Yup, he was a man through and through.

"Careful, now, or that dainty figure of yours will be a thing of the past." Hardly dainty, but no where near out of shape. If he ate like that commonly, the man must do some pretty extensive activities to keep himself from puttin' on the pounds that came with a burger like that. She looked to her food, grabbing another fry and rubbing it into the chili that was leaking from the buns of the burger before eating popping it in her mouth, followed by another.

Damien would most likely never be as in love as he was with the burger grasped in his hands. It was practically dripping meat juice, and what was most likely grease. Nevertheless he persisted in eating his burger, ignoring but not failing to notice Briar glancing at him. Not the usual way he got glanced at though. The girl's eyes were knowing, as if she had him all figured out. This wasn't the hardest thing to do, as he led a pretty simple life.

Eat, sleep, hunt, work and occasionally get laid. Not necessarily in that order.

"You got nothing to worry about sweetheart, my dainty figure is perfectly safe. Plus, it takes more than this to ruin my 'dainty' ass for a day." He took another bite, as if this proved his point. Placing the burger down, he plucked a fry from her plate with a smirk. "Plus you're one to talk."

An assurance that she had nothing to worry about followed by a pet-name came from his mouth when he was, probably, forced to take pause in his gorging to take a breath. Glancing to him as he said that it took more than a big, greasy double burger soaked in cheese to ruin his figure, she got to see him put his money where his mouth was as he took another bite to prove his point.

It'd catch up to him; it always caught up to humans. The years of bad habits, it always came back to wreak absolute havoc on their bodies after their prime was passed. A decade, maybe two, and that food would come back to bite him in the ass like he was doing to it. Till then, though, so long as he kept up whatever he was doing to cut off the fat he was literally shoving down his throat, he'd be safe. Now see, Bry didn't have to worry nearly as much about that pesky 'weight' issue. One werewolf-high metabolism, and she was set for life so long as she didn't just sit on her butt and do nothing at all forever. The perks of being a wolf.

After sitting his burger down, his hand reached for her plate, Bry's eyes following after it to see him snag a fry and take it back to his mouth before calling the kettle black. "But see, I have more than just a good figure, so I don't have to worry about the pitfalls of gaining a few pounds." Lifting her burger, finally, she took a bite, chili dripping from the bun onto the the edge of her plate she hung it over and running from one of the corners of her lips. Another perk to being a werewolf, the care of someone seeing you eat messy was completely absent considering pack members tended to see you drenched in blood from fresh animal kills. "You," she said between chews, "not so much." She swallowed and took her thumb to the edge of her mouth, cleaning the trail of chili before putting that in her thumb between her lips and getting the red-brown juice from it. "Without your looks, you'd be left with only that corny humor." She was teasing, of course, and she showed as such by giving a smile.

Her momentary sadness was forgotten, but his suspicions weren't. The allegations and theories were still running a race course in his head. Of course, Brother's Grimm could be a joke anyone would make. But somehow, it didn't seem a coincidence that she made it. He was probably being paranoid, which wasn't a wild jump.

He'd been insanely paranoid after years of his father drilling the trait into him. And when his father died, that trait went wild. For now, he just needed to keep his cool. He was being stupid, for sure.

Anyone can be a monster, they look exactly like we do.

Stop being such an idiot, this is why you stay away from people. Who knows what'll happen if you freak out and accidentally kill her because you thought she was something she isn't.

He chuckled casually, looking at her in mock offense.

"Corny? I'll have you know, darling, that I am hilarious."

Being normal, being human, it must be nice. To know nothing of the darkness that is right at the corner of the eye--to not see the nasty, true faces of the people that play the role of your neighbor, coworker, friend, or even loved ones...it must be nice. Ignorance is bless, right?

But on the flip side, being blind to everything, it would be terrible. Always at risk, always just a step away from death without even being aware that a thing with fangs was closing in to suck your body dry of blood--it'd be worse, wouldn't it? Being human meant being at the absolute mercy of things you don't even know exist; being human meant getting to live a carefree life outside of the warzones of the supernaturals, but it also meant living on the verge of death with each step, never knowing this to be the case.

But it was nice, just...being normal for a moment, being able to talk to a stranger and enjoy banter without having to worry about the vampire in the back corner of the diner eyeing her with caution or the witch waitress who refused to look her in the eye. It was nice to be normal in that singular moment. Might as well go ahead and live it up, huh? Already in the moment, letting it slip would be a waste.

"And that's the funniest thing you've said yet." She took another bite, and once she got it down, she went on to ask, "So tell me, what does a guy like you do for a livin'? We know it's not stand-up comedy or modeling, so that leaves..."

Rolling his eyes playfully, he took another bite from his burger. She was probably the most interesting thing to happen to him today, a lot of the women (or men) he met just flirted with him and layered it on pretty thick. This one... well there was flirting, but it was casual. And something about it was refreshing to him.

"I'm a mechanic, I fix up cars for a living." He told her, after swallowing the food in his mouth. "What about you, princess? You got a job?"

Looking her over once more, she was a little on the young side. Could easily be nineteen, or even her early twenties.

"Then again you look a little young for that. They probably still card you at bars." He teased, taking a large gulp of his coke.

Ah, yeah, Briar could totally see Damien being a mechanic, working with old, rusted cars to make them purr like a kitten and look like a dream. It was that rough look to him, the look that said he did some dirtier work to get by. Covered in oil in one of those ungly white tank tops and ratty jeans, she glanced over him again imagining him in the typical mechanic attire. Yup. He fit the bill.

He transitioned the subject from himself, focusing the light on her once more. Wbere were the self absorbed men who didnt ask questions? Those were so much easier to deal with. Lying was harder when you actually had to do it, after all.

He answered his own question in ways, doubling back to say that she looked a bit young. Now that was an understandable question to prode for because it would give the answer to if she was jail bait or not. She flashed a grin. "Nothin' a well made fake can't handle," she replied, knowing this would get a pretty big reaction from most men. It was like an instant redlight, a 'warning, warning, warnjng' sign flashing right in their face. She gave a coy smile, waiting to see if he could fish out her that she was just screwing with him about being underage. For almost a year now, she was legal to drink, and for three legal for gentlemen callers older eighteen.

He froze just a bit, narrowing his eyes at her. He couldn't tell if she was kidding or not, which made him a little concerned. Not much, since he hadn't really done anything but make polite, somewhat flirty conversation with the girl.

"Jailbait, huh? Knew there was something about you." I just thought it was that you were a monster. Which you might be, but I don't kill kids

Adults he was fine with. They were usually given one, singular chance to back off and change. But kids were a whole other story. He had a soft spot for them, and they were usually his first priority in hunts.

Until then, Bry could tell that most of what Damien had said was playful and flirty, but when the words I knew there was something about you rolled off his tongue, she didn't catch the vibe he was joking. There felt like there was weight behind that statement. Stupid mutt, pay attention. Wake up and actually observe shit. A voice in the back of her head spoke it's demands to her, and it took a little. If he was, in fact, sensing something off about her, he could be trying to pick up on what she was. A quick wave of cold flashed through her, but was quick to be shoved to away. There was nothing to panic over, not yet anyhow. No matter if this stranger was someone she needed to keep an eye on or not, she was in a very crowded place. She was safe at the moment.

"You knew there was something about me? Already getting feelings stirred up in that grease packed belly of yours?" Offering a light laugh, she continued, "So...I heard this lame saying 'age is just a number'." She perked a brow, grin growing wide as she played the kiddy card a minute longer. "Buttt, lucky for you, my number will reach twenty-two come July 13th. The cops won't be dragging away because of me."

At the revelation that she wasn't in fact a minor, he let out a small breath of relief. There was no risk of being arrested (not that he was doing anything wrong, but people did talk). But that didn't silence the warning bells in his head. He let out a chuckle, opting to appear relaxed.

"You had me going there for a second, princess. You're quite the little actress aren't you." The statement seemed nonchalant, but there was a double meaning in the statement. If she understood it, that is.

Translation: I am onto you, even if I don't know what you are yet.

He sipped his sofa casually, acting as if he didn't just subtly threaten her.

The conversation seemed to have shifted--not much, but enough to make Briar take a breath of pause, look back behind the bartop at the staff running about, carrying plates of food in one hands and empty glasses in another as they did nine jobs at once. Maybe it was the lack of inflection in his voice. He'd made a statement--he'd stated that she was a good actress, as if he knew it for a fact. A bit unnerving.

Her stomach tightened a bit, making her hunger dissipate. There was a crawling under her skin, that sixth sense finally kicking in. But...it her attention didn't go to Damien, her paranoia making her look over her shoulder. The vampire that had been in the corner was no longer there. Only an empty seat. "We all have our talents, I guess," she said in absently as she turned back around, fishing a few bills from her jacket pocket. She put the money on the counter top as she stood, glancing to Damien fand offering a small smile. "Your heart attack is on me tonight. Consider it payment for your quality humor." With that, she started to walk away, the predatory side of her waking up.

That vampire was up to something, had to be; the way he'd been staring bullets into her back, then her sixth sense kicking in when he left? She had to track him and see what was up.

((If you're up for it, I was thinking that she could venture not far from the diner, down a nice dark little side road, where the vampire tries to make a sneak attack, but a certain untrusting someone had followed after her, thinking she had secrets only to have to dehead a vampire and Bry having to figure out the best move from there? If you're not interested, you can just let her walk out to go on her little hunt alone XD))

((I'm definitely up for it! Sorry this took so long, I've been off the past few days))

Damien could practically see something in her tense, and he knew he had her. Or at least, he thought he did. Instead, the girl glanced over her shoulder as if looking for some sort of ghost. Whatever she saw, or didn't see, obviously unnerved her as her expression quickly became distant. She responded to his taunt absently, as if he were only an afterthought.

His shock almost doubled when she paid for his meal, offering a smile he couldn't help but return. His eyes followed her as she exited the diner determinedly, as if on a mission. Or as if she were a hunter, stalking something. He stood after a moment's consideration, and followed her out the door. It's time to see what Briar, forever dubbed 'Princess' in his mind, was up to.

((Awesome! Super excited :D. Added a little more info of Bry's recent doings and what not that'll help mislead Damien into thinking she's a hunter.))

As a species, the majority of werewolves were very predatory, stalking after any and everything that ruffled their fur the wrong way or posed a threat. With or without a pack, these instincts were present. The upside to having other wolves backing you, you could hunt as a group, circle in on your prey before ambushing it, each wolf tearing and ripping a new chunk of flesh from their prey. There was power in numbers, sure, but the most dangerous wolf was a rogue—a stray with no future, only the here and now.

Briar was that stray, and she was extremely dangerous… Anything that grabbed her attention or made the hairs on the back of her neck stand, she’d go after. With nothing holding her back, she was free to indulge in her primarily instincts even stronger than she once had. Since her family’s fall, she has done just that. It almost was sickening to admit, but in a very vague way, Briar could be classified as a hunter. Nasty title for a supernatural, and she hardly considered herself one. Instead, she thought of herself as a vigilantly out to get rid of beings not based on what they were but rather what they do. A nest of vampires that have been eating away an entire town? They deserved to die. A werewolf shredding teenagers, who wondered into the woods, just because it was fun? Not only were they threating to expose their kind, but they were also just mindlessly killing. They needed to be nulled. A witch off her rocker and doing the devil’s bidding? Tear her throat out and move on. So…she wasn’t a hunter—not really. She didn’t see a supernatural creature as a monster. She looked to actions alone for details….which also meant killing a few humans—especially hunters who thought they knew everything, killing each and every ‘monster’ in their path. They were the animals, not what they hunted..

Out the door, now, the girl took in a deep breath, turning her head as she did so to catch the scent she’d picked up on in the diner. Several supernatural body-odors lingered in the air, but with another inhale, Bry caught the vampire’s she was after. She began to walk down the sidewalk, using her hands to help shove her way through the flow of people that crowed the roads. New Orleans was catching up to Vegas, trying to claim the status of ‘the city that never sleeps,’ Briar was sure of it. There were so many people out and about, it was almost annoying. It made hunting down a bitch and biting at him till he spilled his guts either figuratively or literally way harder. Had to get from the crowds to do anything…which it seemed like the vampire was trying to do considering the scent lead Bry to the entrance of a barely populated alley.

She walked down the side street, senses on high alert, coming to another branch off of the alley. This particular dark and scary alley was deserted…it was also where the vampire’s scent continued down. A trap, obvious as it could be, but fuck it, right? She knew she could handle her own against a bloodsucker, she knew this was a trap, so she should be just fine. Right? Deeping her hands into her jacket pockets, Briar started to venture down the alley, not even thinking that she could be someone else’s prey that they were tailing.

From atop the building at the dead end of the alley, dropped a vampire, the sandy blonde one she’d been tracking. Then, a few yards behind her, she heard the thud of another hitting the ground. Ah, so they were going to try and ambush her, were they? A smirk stretched across the blonde’s face, him standing casual and laxed. “I thought that was you,” he stated. “What? You don’t recognize me?”

The edge of Bry’s lips quirked slightly, brow raised as she shook her head. “Can’t say I do.”

“Of course not,” he continued, anger starting to show in his voice as he took several quick steps towards her. He didn’t stop till he was only a foot or two from her. “Because why would you? Thought you’d killed me back in Jackson.” Recollection flashed across the girl’s face. He was right, she sure as fuck thought she’d killed him with the handful of others in his little clan.

The girl’s eyes went to the vamp’s neck, setting sights on the barely visible scar that stretched across the full length of it. “Didn’t check to make sure you’d finished the job.”

Following her out the door, Damien paused for a moment. If she really was supernatural, she would be able to smell him. He needed to give her a head start. When he felt she was far enough away, he began to push through the crowd to follow her. From a distance, he could see her turn into an alleyway. Raising an eyebrow, his hand wandered to his waistband. He kept a few things on him for protection.

Finally, he reached the entrance to the alleyway. In it he saw Briar, a few men surrounding her.

"-Thought you killed me back in Jackson." One said, and he was filled with confusion. Narrowing his eyes, he continued to listen. "Didn’t check to make sure you’d finished the job.”

He stayed completely still, not even daring to breathe. He wanted to see how this played out, maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. Kill some sons-a-bitches, and find out what the hell Briar was

((gonna create a thread for this 'alley' for us to transition to to have the diner free up for anyone who may want a food place to go to :D. Might not be till tomorrow or something like that to post for us. Hope that's okay, both the moving to a diff thread and the delay?))

End scene in this location