As she 'cased' the store, she heard the bell signaling the arrival of a second customer. Fallon hoped it was a better prospect than the cashier, but shivered involuntarily when she saw the old man who had entered.
Looking over the tops of the displays, Fallon had a box of laundry detergent in her hands, that she was pretending to study. She watched the grizzled, and hunched man make his way to the back of the store where she now stood, but he went for the beer refrigerator instead of household items. Diverting her eyes back to the soap, Fallon almost gagged when the man walked by her, on his way back to the register. He smelled a mixture of alcohol, body odor, and old age, and truly made her stomach turn. It wasn't until he had left the store that she realized she had been holding her breath, and for a lot longer period of time than she would have thought possible.
Exhaling, she was glad to smell the normal air of the store again, mixed slightly with the scent of the laundry soap.
Thinking she would wait to buy the supplies for her new house, once she moved in, Fallon returned the box and moved over to the soda refrigerator. Picking up a diet cola, she quickly put it back and took one of the regulars. She didn't know if she would need to watch her weight any longer, another question for Panos, but for now would just experiment.
Carrying the sole bottle to the register, Fallon smiled at the girl there.
'You're sure out and about late. Usually I only get old winos, like the guy who just left? It's nice to see someone around my age, for a change.'
The girl looked at Fallon, as if she was trying to decide just how friendly she should be. Fallon chose to respond, and see if the girls agenda would become readily apparent.
"I can't imagine how you keep your sanity. At least during the day you'd stay relatively busy, wouldn't you? What's the deal with you...low seniority?"
From the doorway Fallon had guessed the cashier to be about her age; however, once she got up close, she doubted the girl was much beyond twenty one, if at all. It was the heavy goth makeup that gave her an older air about her. Fallon almost shook her head in surprise, never having understood why girls in their teens spent so much time trying to get older, and then from their forties on, doing just the opposite. Of course, since Fallon fell into the prime age group - twenties through thirties - it stood to reason she wouldn't be able to relate. That, and the matter of Fallon never having had the opportunity to worry about such trivial matters when she was in her own teens.
'Nah, I asked for this shift. The neighborhood is quiet, so I'm not afraid, and I normally spend my time chatting with my 'girlfriend'. She's out of town for a few days now though.'
The girl shrugged, after making sure she emphasized the word 'girlfriend' to Fallon. Apparently it was important to Fallon to know the girl was a lesbian, and it didn't take a brick to fall on her head before she understood why.
"I'd guess you must be very lonely tonight then, without your 'friend' to keep you company."
How...Convenient...(open)
Whistling as she walked into the little store, Fallon stopped and smiled at the girl behind the counter. She seemed to be about Fallon's age, and...she also seemed to be alone.
Fallon was a little amazed at her mood. However, a large part of what went into making her feel so good, was the fact that she had managed to find an apartment that didn't look like it came out of the 'Grapes of Wrath'...or was built during the Mesozoic era. To top it off, the landlord didn't live on premises, and was giving the place to her without a security deposit or last months rent. All she had to do was pay two months up front, and she was in.
It had taken her the better part of the evening to find the place, and she knew it had to be fate's intervention as she had almost given up with the place she'd seen previously. How in God's name anyone could live in the other places she had looked at, was completely beyond her. There was really no need to dwell on the matter though, it no longer concerned her. She now had a studio apartment, behind a nice home, in a quite, middle class part of town...furnished, with utilities paid, and even after paying two months rent she had over $100 to her name. That was all providing she moved out of the hotel later today.
But before she did anything further, Fallon had begun to feel the gnawing in her stomach, that she assumed was going to now be her food indicator meter. She needed blood, and she needed it soon.
When she drove by the little store, only a couple blocks from where she was going to be living, she considered it an omen, and pulled in to park. Though she was hoping to catch a customer on their way out, she realized the cashier would do nicely, if that was her only other option.
Picking up one of the hand baskets, Fallon made her way to the back of the store, all the while looking at the mirrors, and cameras installed around, rather than the food or drink. A little further planning would be required, but she felt hopeful.
Fallon
18 years ago
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus needed a few trivial things to finish his room at the Manor properly. Plus he was always on the look out for more food sources. Suki had become an invaluable help either by getting him names or just information about where women were that he could convince to donate.
Walking into the store he noticed the two women chatting, in what appeared to be a friendly manner, at the cash register. Picking up a basket he walked down a few aisles, tossing in the snack foods he had not found earlier at the gourmet health food store he had been to. The man prefered healthy food cooked superbly but some of these American snacks were just tastey and quick.
The gothy attendant was a good target for later perhaps, though from the looks she kept tossing at the other customer he had a feeling this may not be his lucky night. The brunette was pretty, possibly a snack should she rebuff little miss goth. Knowing his black pants made of almost chamois leather and silken t-shirt under the leather coat made him look just as goth, he did not scoff too loudly.
"Nice night." He smiled slightly as he walked up with a dozen various offerings from Hostess and Little Debbie.
((ooc: Hope you dont mind me joining in. Sweet tooth clammored for junk food))
Walking into the store he noticed the two women chatting, in what appeared to be a friendly manner, at the cash register. Picking up a basket he walked down a few aisles, tossing in the snack foods he had not found earlier at the gourmet health food store he had been to. The man prefered healthy food cooked superbly but some of these American snacks were just tastey and quick.
The gothy attendant was a good target for later perhaps, though from the looks she kept tossing at the other customer he had a feeling this may not be his lucky night. The brunette was pretty, possibly a snack should she rebuff little miss goth. Knowing his black pants made of almost chamois leather and silken t-shirt under the leather coat made him look just as goth, he did not scoff too loudly.
"Nice night." He smiled slightly as he walked up with a dozen various offerings from Hostess and Little Debbie.
((ooc: Hope you dont mind me joining in. Sweet tooth clammored for junk food))
Fallon
18 years ago
Hearing the bell at the door behind her, Fallon turned and took in the sight of the man. Now he was someone she could deal with, should the girl behind the counter prove to be trouble.
'Yes, I do get lonely, on occasion. But so far I've been lucky in finding other people to help keep me occupied.'
The girl responded, and Fallon turned back and smiled broader, but felt her fangs coming in...with the hunger, and quickly changed her expression to a grin. Fortunately, it didn't appear the girl had seen anything, as she was still making eyes at Fallon.
Twisting open her soda, Fallon took a sip, and moved slightly when the man returned with his basket of treats. Though it was not her true personality to flirt, Fallon was learning quickly it was a necessary evil. And with two such 'pretty' people, it was also becoming easier.
"Yes, it is a nice night."
Returning his smile she noticed what he was in the process of buying.
"Someone have munchies?"
Fallon liked sweet things as much as the next person, but so much of it? It made her fangs ache to think of eating all that sugary stuff.
Her mind wandered just a bit, and wondered what would happen if the three of them...
*cough*
She had surprised herself in her thinking, and quickly busied her eyes, looking at the rack of gum in front of her.
(ooc - totally fine with me...assume it's ok with the cashier too
)
'Yes, I do get lonely, on occasion. But so far I've been lucky in finding other people to help keep me occupied.'
The girl responded, and Fallon turned back and smiled broader, but felt her fangs coming in...with the hunger, and quickly changed her expression to a grin. Fortunately, it didn't appear the girl had seen anything, as she was still making eyes at Fallon.
Twisting open her soda, Fallon took a sip, and moved slightly when the man returned with his basket of treats. Though it was not her true personality to flirt, Fallon was learning quickly it was a necessary evil. And with two such 'pretty' people, it was also becoming easier.
"Yes, it is a nice night."
Returning his smile she noticed what he was in the process of buying.
"Someone have munchies?"
Fallon liked sweet things as much as the next person, but so much of it? It made her fangs ache to think of eating all that sugary stuff.
Her mind wandered just a bit, and wondered what would happen if the three of them...
*cough*
She had surprised herself in her thinking, and quickly busied her eyes, looking at the rack of gum in front of her.
(ooc - totally fine with me...assume it's ok with the cashier too
)
Suki Langston
18 years ago
With a rakish grin directed toward the shorter brunette Cyrus said. "I always have room for a treat."
This close to her made his feline senses flare. It was only through centuries of practice that his nostrils did not flare or he pant as he sniffed at the woman. She smelled different than he expected. She was not quite right. She dressed plainly, should be using typical middle market products but he smelled the vague scent of a generic hotel type soap. Interesting. Though something else nagged at his senses. He would tred lightly here.
"I am actually just stocking the cupboad for those inconvenient snack attacks. The store on 2nd Ave and Vine was nice, but all healthy offerings." With a casual grin he gave a small shrug of one shoulder.
This close to her made his feline senses flare. It was only through centuries of practice that his nostrils did not flare or he pant as he sniffed at the woman. She smelled different than he expected. She was not quite right. She dressed plainly, should be using typical middle market products but he smelled the vague scent of a generic hotel type soap. Interesting. Though something else nagged at his senses. He would tred lightly here.
"I am actually just stocking the cupboad for those inconvenient snack attacks. The store on 2nd Ave and Vine was nice, but all healthy offerings." With a casual grin he gave a small shrug of one shoulder.
Cyrus
18 years ago
With a rakish grin directed toward the shorter brunette Cyrus said. "I always have room for a treat."
This close to her made his feline senses flare. It was only through centuries of practice that his nostrils did not flare or he pant as he sniffed at the woman. She smelled different than he expected. She was not quite right. She dressed plainly, should be using typical middle market products but he smelled the vague scent of a generic hotel type soap. Interesting. Though something else nagged at his senses. He would tred lightly here.
"I am actually just stocking the cupboad for those inconvenient snack attacks. The store on 2nd Ave and Vine was nice, but all healthy offerings." With a casual grin he gave a small shrug of one shoulder.
This close to her made his feline senses flare. It was only through centuries of practice that his nostrils did not flare or he pant as he sniffed at the woman. She smelled different than he expected. She was not quite right. She dressed plainly, should be using typical middle market products but he smelled the vague scent of a generic hotel type soap. Interesting. Though something else nagged at his senses. He would tred lightly here.
"I am actually just stocking the cupboad for those inconvenient snack attacks. The store on 2nd Ave and Vine was nice, but all healthy offerings." With a casual grin he gave a small shrug of one shoulder.
Fallon
18 years ago
She picked up on his comment when she paired it with his grin, and returned the grin with one eyebrow raised.
The cashier seemed a bit put out by the man's presence, and Fallon turned her raised eyebrow on her, when she also picked up on the girl's tone. The girl was being very impatient with the man, asking for the money to pay, while almost shoving the filled bag at him.
'That'll be fifteen seventy five.'
Fallon might have laughed, if she hadn't been so hungry, and afraid of losing her meal for tonight. But for now she had already established somewhat of a connection to the girl, and felt safer considering her, over the man, for her feeding.
Yet there was also something intriguing about the man.
"You must live close by then? I only let a place up the street tonight. I'm moving in tomorrow. But I'll keep that information in mind, when I'm in the mood for 'healthy' then."
Though first she would need to get a map of the city. She had no idea where Second and Vine were.
The cashier seemed a bit put out by the man's presence, and Fallon turned her raised eyebrow on her, when she also picked up on the girl's tone. The girl was being very impatient with the man, asking for the money to pay, while almost shoving the filled bag at him.
'That'll be fifteen seventy five.'
Fallon might have laughed, if she hadn't been so hungry, and afraid of losing her meal for tonight. But for now she had already established somewhat of a connection to the girl, and felt safer considering her, over the man, for her feeding.
Yet there was also something intriguing about the man.
"You must live close by then? I only let a place up the street tonight. I'm moving in tomorrow. But I'll keep that information in mind, when I'm in the mood for 'healthy' then."
Though first she would need to get a map of the city. She had no idea where Second and Vine were.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Taking out his wallet from the inner coat pocket, he placed a fifty dollar bill on the counter before replacing the fold of leather in its place. Picking up the bag with ease he smiled at the annoyed girl. Poor thing. He contemplated coming back and bite her just out of spite. But that would be rude and possibly unwise should the girl have family or friends.
Shifting his attention from the brat to the pretty woman his smile became more sincere. "Just moved in hhmm? Well congratulations!"
With a slow sensual grin he continued speaking to his pretty brunette. "Perhaps if you feel like celebrating you would allow me to buy you dinner at the cafe down the block, or perhaps take you out to a local bar to toast to good fortune of finding a place in this great town."
Shifting his attention from the brat to the pretty woman his smile became more sincere. "Just moved in hhmm? Well congratulations!"
With a slow sensual grin he continued speaking to his pretty brunette. "Perhaps if you feel like celebrating you would allow me to buy you dinner at the cafe down the block, or perhaps take you out to a local bar to toast to good fortune of finding a place in this great town."
Fallon
18 years ago
The man's look had put the girl in her place, but possibly squashed Fallon's prospects with her. The cashier stared at the fifty, as if she'd never seen one, before taking the bill. After she put the appropriate change on the counter, she moved back a few feet to answer a ringing phone.
Again Fallon found herself in need of a good laugh, but unable to let it out. To top that off, not only had she been getting 'signals' from the girl, but now the man was asking her out to dinner? Fallon felt her mouth drop a bit, and quickly closed it. The opportunities were falling into her lap, and she had to wonder if this 'vampire thing' was causing her to emit some odd pheromones, or other invisible messages to those around her.
"Thank you for that. Though I'm sure you mean well, I don't really know you well enough to accept a dinner date."
And what they serve at the cafe down the street wasn't particulary what she had in mind.
The cashier hung up the phone, rather noisily, and rejoined them at the counter. She was giving Fallon quite the 'come hither' look, and even went so far as to lick her lips. Fallon returned the look with a chaste grin, but continued speaking to the man.
"I would be willing to meet you later for that drink though, if the invitation extends to that?"
She decided that for no other reason than she was still in need of a job, and getting to know as many people as possible couldn't hurt her chances. She hoped his schedule would accommodate her, and yet allow her time to take advantage of the girls 'friendship' as well.
Again Fallon found herself in need of a good laugh, but unable to let it out. To top that off, not only had she been getting 'signals' from the girl, but now the man was asking her out to dinner? Fallon felt her mouth drop a bit, and quickly closed it. The opportunities were falling into her lap, and she had to wonder if this 'vampire thing' was causing her to emit some odd pheromones, or other invisible messages to those around her.
"Thank you for that. Though I'm sure you mean well, I don't really know you well enough to accept a dinner date."
And what they serve at the cafe down the street wasn't particulary what she had in mind.
The cashier hung up the phone, rather noisily, and rejoined them at the counter. She was giving Fallon quite the 'come hither' look, and even went so far as to lick her lips. Fallon returned the look with a chaste grin, but continued speaking to the man.
"I would be willing to meet you later for that drink though, if the invitation extends to that?"
She decided that for no other reason than she was still in need of a job, and getting to know as many people as possible couldn't hurt her chances. She hoped his schedule would accommodate her, and yet allow her time to take advantage of the girls 'friendship' as well.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Interesting. The girl behind the counter apparently was the victor in this little skirmish. Perhaps though, he could get his own bite of the pretty brunette later. With a slow nod he extracted a card from his coat pocket and offered it to the woman.
"Completely understandable. Please feel free to give me a call and we can meet a the place of your choosing."
The gray toned white card had only his name "Cyrus Arslantai" and a cell number embossed in a dark brown. Hopefully she would contact him, if not, there were plenty more meals wandering about the neighborhood.
"Completely understandable. Please feel free to give me a call and we can meet a the place of your choosing."
The gray toned white card had only his name "Cyrus Arslantai" and a cell number embossed in a dark brown. Hopefully she would contact him, if not, there were plenty more meals wandering about the neighborhood.
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon accepted the card, happy to hear her suggestion was being well met. After reading it over, she smiled and extended her hand.
"Fallon Tierney. It's been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Arslantai. I look forward to the next time."
And with that she slipped the card into her jean pocket.
She wondered if she would have time to meet with him before sunrise today, and now hoped to quickly feed, and try just that.
Funny how thoughts of meeting up again with Rorri and Ana had escaped her mind, when presented with the company of such an interesting man.
"Fallon Tierney. It's been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Arslantai. I look forward to the next time."
And with that she slipped the card into her jean pocket.
She wondered if she would have time to meet with him before sunrise today, and now hoped to quickly feed, and try just that.
Funny how thoughts of meeting up again with Rorri and Ana had escaped her mind, when presented with the company of such an interesting man.
Cyrus
18 years ago
"Pleasure was all mine Miss Tierney."
With a predatory smile and nod, Cyrus walked out of the store and into the night. It was a very short walk to his car where his driver sat paitently behind the wheel. She looked a bit pale so he kept his slight hunger in check. As they headed off to the manor he broke into one of his new twinkies. Rich sugar filled scent wafted through the large black car. This night may just prove quite fruitful on sweets.
((ooc: Cyrus out. Thanks for letting me inconvenience you.))
With a predatory smile and nod, Cyrus walked out of the store and into the night. It was a very short walk to his car where his driver sat paitently behind the wheel. She looked a bit pale so he kept his slight hunger in check. As they headed off to the manor he broke into one of his new twinkies. Rich sugar filled scent wafted through the large black car. This night may just prove quite fruitful on sweets.
((ooc: Cyrus out. Thanks for letting me inconvenience you.))
Fallon
18 years ago
On the verge of a sigh, Fallon turned back to the cashier, and now afforded her full attention.
"So, now you've heard my name...when do you get off, Miss..."
'So forward, Fallon!' She thought, and sipped her soda.
'Alyssa...I'm Alyssa, and...'
She looked at the clock on the wall over the door.
'I'm officially off now. Give me a couple minutes to lock up, and I'll be right out.'
The girl's eyes were bright with anticipation. Fallon nodded, and started to silently thank the gods for her good fortune, until she thought again, and decided to wait until her veins were pumping in new blood again. She didn't want to jinx something by thinking it a sure thing.
"I'll wait for you outside then."
Fallon dropped the half fully bottle of soda on her way out the door, and stood to the side waiting. It wasn't ten minutes later that Alyssa came out. It looked to Fallon like the girl had washed her face and combed her hair, and the sight was an improvement in Fallon's eyes. Though she really gave it less than a passing thought, so hungry had she become.
"Can I drive you home? My car is just there."
And she pointed to the Rav, parked not more than ten feet away.
'Oh yea, that would be great. I normally walk back and forth.'
Alyssa went to the passenger side, and Fallon popped the locks before she opened her door.
"Where to?"
Alyssa gave the simple directions to Fallon, and the car began making its way. Glancing in the rear view mirror, Fallon could see her own eyes were bright, almost glassy, with need. Startled, she had to wonder how long she had been looking that way, and whether or not Cyrus had seen her as such. Not that it had mattered. Neither he, nor Alyssa had been deterred.
When she pulled up in front of the little house Alyssa had led her to, Fallon shut off the engine, and got out, locking the car once Alyssa had shut her door. No words were spoken, as it was apparent both women were caught up in their own worlds, and thoughts of what was to come.
Fallon followed Alyssa into the house. It was small, and old...similar in style to the studio she had just found for herself. Though Alyssa's home did have an actual bedroom. Too bad the Fallon wouldn't be seeing it.
For once inside, Alyssa became the aggressor, and slid her arms around Fallon's waist before pulling them together. Alyssa's mouth descended upon Fallon's with a force that almost knocked Fallon back.
Completely caught up in the moment, Fallon disregarded the fact that she was making out with a woman. What was one more change in her life, at this point. Instead she just let herself enjoy the feelings, of not only Alyssa's magical tongue, but her hands as well, which seemed to be everywhere on Fallon's body.
Fallon's senses were keen...as if turned to their highest level. And when Alyssa accidentally ran her tongue against Fallon's rapidly extending fang, and the taste of blood hit those senses, Fallon moaned loudly.
'Ouch! What the fuck was that?'
Alyssa had pulled back a little to look at Fallon's mouth, but probably didn't see much. For in those scant seconds, Fallon's mouth had taken it's place on Alyssa's neck, and attached itself there.
It was Alyssa's turn to moan, but Fallon didn't hear her. The feel of the hot, thick, sweet liquid, pulsing into Fallon's mouth, almost obliterated all other sounds and sensations. It was as if her brain was now concentrated in the tiny taste buds that made up her tongue...each one bathing in the glory of the sustenance that Alyssa was providing.
Both women were now moaning, and Fallon was struggling to keep Alyssa standing. When the girl went limp, Fallon's awareness returned, and she stopped feeding. The desire to continue was still there, but she had no desire to kill the girl. She kissed up every drop of blood on her neck, and gave her one final lick, before half carrying her to the nearby couch.
Fallon felt so alive...and full of energy...and almost invincible! It was quite heady, this new found power she had, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. So she carefully laid Alyssa down, and covered her over with the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. She checked the girl...her pulse may have been weaker, but Fallon found it easy enough, thank god.
"Well it was quite nice meeting you, Alyssa. I really appreciate all you've done for me. Maybe we'll meet up again some night, once I get settled."
And wouldn't that be convenient.
Fallon tucked the girl in, and checked quickly to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind, before she let herself out of the house.
Skipping down the steps from the porch, to her car, Fallon almost felt like she could fly. And for a split second was tempted to run back up to the top of the porch, and try. Luckily for her it was just a random thought and quickly disposed of, as she got into her car instead.
Pulling her car phone out of her purse, Fallon reached into her jeans and came up with the card Cyrus had given her. Daylight was yet a few hours off, she hoped he hadn't retired for the night. But if he had, there was always tomorrow.
(ooc - it was her pleasure, and no inconvenience!)
(fallon out - lock please)
"So, now you've heard my name...when do you get off, Miss..."
'So forward, Fallon!' She thought, and sipped her soda.
'Alyssa...I'm Alyssa, and...'
She looked at the clock on the wall over the door.
'I'm officially off now. Give me a couple minutes to lock up, and I'll be right out.'
The girl's eyes were bright with anticipation. Fallon nodded, and started to silently thank the gods for her good fortune, until she thought again, and decided to wait until her veins were pumping in new blood again. She didn't want to jinx something by thinking it a sure thing.
"I'll wait for you outside then."
Fallon dropped the half fully bottle of soda on her way out the door, and stood to the side waiting. It wasn't ten minutes later that Alyssa came out. It looked to Fallon like the girl had washed her face and combed her hair, and the sight was an improvement in Fallon's eyes. Though she really gave it less than a passing thought, so hungry had she become.
"Can I drive you home? My car is just there."
And she pointed to the Rav, parked not more than ten feet away.
'Oh yea, that would be great. I normally walk back and forth.'
Alyssa went to the passenger side, and Fallon popped the locks before she opened her door.
"Where to?"
Alyssa gave the simple directions to Fallon, and the car began making its way. Glancing in the rear view mirror, Fallon could see her own eyes were bright, almost glassy, with need. Startled, she had to wonder how long she had been looking that way, and whether or not Cyrus had seen her as such. Not that it had mattered. Neither he, nor Alyssa had been deterred.
When she pulled up in front of the little house Alyssa had led her to, Fallon shut off the engine, and got out, locking the car once Alyssa had shut her door. No words were spoken, as it was apparent both women were caught up in their own worlds, and thoughts of what was to come.
Fallon followed Alyssa into the house. It was small, and old...similar in style to the studio she had just found for herself. Though Alyssa's home did have an actual bedroom. Too bad the Fallon wouldn't be seeing it.
For once inside, Alyssa became the aggressor, and slid her arms around Fallon's waist before pulling them together. Alyssa's mouth descended upon Fallon's with a force that almost knocked Fallon back.
Completely caught up in the moment, Fallon disregarded the fact that she was making out with a woman. What was one more change in her life, at this point. Instead she just let herself enjoy the feelings, of not only Alyssa's magical tongue, but her hands as well, which seemed to be everywhere on Fallon's body.
Fallon's senses were keen...as if turned to their highest level. And when Alyssa accidentally ran her tongue against Fallon's rapidly extending fang, and the taste of blood hit those senses, Fallon moaned loudly.
'Ouch! What the fuck was that?'
Alyssa had pulled back a little to look at Fallon's mouth, but probably didn't see much. For in those scant seconds, Fallon's mouth had taken it's place on Alyssa's neck, and attached itself there.
It was Alyssa's turn to moan, but Fallon didn't hear her. The feel of the hot, thick, sweet liquid, pulsing into Fallon's mouth, almost obliterated all other sounds and sensations. It was as if her brain was now concentrated in the tiny taste buds that made up her tongue...each one bathing in the glory of the sustenance that Alyssa was providing.
Both women were now moaning, and Fallon was struggling to keep Alyssa standing. When the girl went limp, Fallon's awareness returned, and she stopped feeding. The desire to continue was still there, but she had no desire to kill the girl. She kissed up every drop of blood on her neck, and gave her one final lick, before half carrying her to the nearby couch.
Fallon felt so alive...and full of energy...and almost invincible! It was quite heady, this new found power she had, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. So she carefully laid Alyssa down, and covered her over with the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. She checked the girl...her pulse may have been weaker, but Fallon found it easy enough, thank god.
"Well it was quite nice meeting you, Alyssa. I really appreciate all you've done for me. Maybe we'll meet up again some night, once I get settled."
And wouldn't that be convenient.
Fallon tucked the girl in, and checked quickly to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind, before she let herself out of the house.
Skipping down the steps from the porch, to her car, Fallon almost felt like she could fly. And for a split second was tempted to run back up to the top of the porch, and try. Luckily for her it was just a random thought and quickly disposed of, as she got into her car instead.
Pulling her car phone out of her purse, Fallon reached into her jeans and came up with the card Cyrus had given her. Daylight was yet a few hours off, she hoped he hadn't retired for the night. But if he had, there was always tomorrow.
(ooc - it was her pleasure, and no inconvenience!)
(fallon out - lock please)