Colton took a moment to really study her. Before it had just been a glance because she was there and it is nice to acknowledge people, but rude to stare. Now he stared and studied her away.

"I'd say twenty-ish. And 'm sorry for asking... Just wanted to make sure you hadn't heard anything offensive from Codi..."

He turned away from her, and stared down at his feet, walking slowly. He jammed his hands into the pockets of his pants, shivering lightly. Hadn't Codi said he'd be cold? Yea... Did he listen? No. Hannah was cold too. Maybe it was just an unusually cold night? Maybe.

He looked up and stared down the sidewalk. There was the intersection he'd take to avoid the overpass, but it was no shortcut. Took longer that way, and he wanted to get home. So he'd just have to go over the overpass. Change the subject to things he enjoyed. That would make the crossing less difficult.

"So do you like to read?"

"This is it, kid. I don't hear you running." As the young boy turned and obientely ran from his side the lone gunman turned to face his destination, the center of town. Fires raged in the rubble around him from the passed parade-turned-battleground.

Blood ran down his cheeks, thick and dark. His eyes were covered by his sunglasses, but the blood manifested from them. His gunslinger hands were held ready at his side, and he listened as the doors opened and two men stepped outside.

Two men. His eyes.. The coup d'état. All that money. El. And that bitch Ajedrez. He had set so many plots into motion that now when they'd all fallen he was crushed by their weight. His eyes...

* * *

On screen in Theater Four, Once Upon a Time in Mexico was nearing conclusion. Hannah sat in the middle of the cinema, towards the front, with her arms wrapped around herself to fend off the damn air conditioning every one of these establishments thinks it has to blast at it's patrons.

The over bearing scent of popcorn was turning her stomach. She didn't know why, but she could never stand that smell. And the bubblegum she had bought at the consession stand earlier had lost it's flavour. She still chewed it contentedly, though. And blew a bubble randomly, which she then deflated quietly so she wouldn't disturb anyone.

But she was rather interested in this movie, that Depp was quite sexy. Pity, really.. All the good ones are mortal.


OOC| This is for Niko.. And I'm terribly sorry if I've given away any of the movie to you. :) |

((Yeah, whatever... I'll probally never see it ANYWAY!))


Codi dragged Colton here. She said what he really needed was a good movie. She, on the other hand, was here for another Depp flick. God, could that man put a room into an orgasmic trance with his pure sexiness. Another reason why she dragged Colton. He would have double the fun with this. They always had that preety lead actress and the super hot lead actor. So Colton would be very happy. Both his types of eye candy... On one screen.

Unfortunatly, Colton wasn't even watching most the movie. Staring at his knees, which he was hugging against his chest. He had more on his mind than pretty girls and hot guys. Nope, thinking about the usual. Jake. How he was 'murdered'. He understood so little, but the fact that they found him drained of every drop of blood with only two small punture wounds was most puzzling. And how they never found the site where he 'bled out'. Codi noticed him not watching, and jabbed him hard.

"Just five more minutes... Just PRETEND like you are having fun, ok?"

Colton shrugged. Codi rolled her eyes, and fixed them back on the final scenes of the movie. The final scenes of her hunkness.

OOC| I'm sensing some hostility here.. I haven't given away the plot or anything! =P Besides, if you haven't seen it by now then it's your own fault. *crosses arms defiantly* |


Hannah figured she should leave now, before the movie was over. It would avoid being caught in the moderate crush of people as they were all fighting to be the first one out. She hadn't fed that evening, she knew how pale she was. And the pack of populace ripe with enjoyment and contentment would probably be hard to resist. She started to rise from her seat..

"Oop, no." She muttered to herself, and plunked back down. Depp was back onscreen. Such a pity.. If he didn't have those children she probably would have hunted him down, have some fun with him. He seemed like the kind of oddball that would revel in the knowledge she could give him. Knowledge of herself, those like her.. What they could do..

She sighed and swallowed her bubblegum, just as that funky guitar rift signalled the end of the movie and the credits began to roll.

Now to get out of here through the melee.

((Not hostility... More like I never see movies because I am the lamest person ever? And, if you gave something away, I can't remember... ^^; ))

Colton watched the last few scenes, sighing indifferently. He didn't wanna be here and Codi had made him come. For what, this? He'd rather be sleeping. Codi, on the other hand, found the girl next to her to be the Depp-Drooling kind as well. Chitter, chitter. Talk about how hot he was, his movies, his personal life, his hottness. Colt grabbed Codi's arm and dragged her from the theater at the start of the guitar music. Dragged a very displeased Codi. A few stares. He didn't care. They looked enough alike to let everyone know they were related. And he wasn't going to rape her.

Codi pulled from his girp, and fell into her own step. She didn't need a big, bratty, and depressed brother to drag her around. She could walk. See!? She could walk FINE.

"So, what did you think of the movie?"

"Good. Let's go home..."

"Good? That's it? Wow. Did you even pay attention?"

"Maybe. Is that any of your business?"

"Yes, because I am your sister. And you are supposed to tell me stuff."

"Really? Ok, well then, Sister. I wasn't. And I was thinking about Jake. And I'm not feeling all too hot right now, so don't get all fussy."

Codi glared back, and kept walking. Truely, she ment to sigh and hug him and be supportive. It had been a hard loss. But she was so SICK of it. Day and night, night and day. She didn't mean to, but she spat words of distaste back at him.

"Just because he died doesn't mean you have to. Where the hell di my BROTHER go? I didn't ask for a bratty depressed walking moron!"

"You didn't have to ask! I came, just for you!"

Colton stormed away from her. People were staring now. Lots of people. Codi was loud, and Colton could have been loud. Louder. Now he just wanted out. Moving fast, he opened the doors into the cool night air. And promptly started walking home. Slower, but fast enough that a following Codi had to jog to keep up.

{{Ahh.. sorry about the super long absence.. So not like me.. I dislike being the me that everyone thinks I should be, instead of the me that I really am. But there's little to do to escape it.. *sigh*}}

Hannah slipped her way out of the crowd, meandering through the holes people made as they waiting for their friends. The movie had been a good distraction for a few hours, but now she had to make up her mind. And she didn't like committing to a decision.

The rather public argument sliced through her own thoughs, and stirred her enough to glance over at them.

'Well, at least I'm not the most miserable one here..' She thought to herself as she stuffed her fists into the pocket of her long jacket. She realized a second later that they were headed in the same direction she needed to go in.

'They'll probably think I'm stalking them,' She said in her own mind with dry humor.

Colton glared back at her, stopped, and let her outrun past him. Then, when coming back to sock him in the arms, sped forward again. She was furious at being played like a card. Furious, and yelling.

"Dammit, Colt! Slow the fuck down so I can beat the shit outta you!"

Colton did stop, but he was the one to catch her roughly, grabbing her shoulders and glaring down on her.

"Do. Not. Talk. Like. That."

Annuciating every word to the point that showed his distaste for cursing. She glared back, but looked away from him. She was the smaller, younger one here. And she didn't like seeing him look so angry. Instead, she spotted the girl behind them, and pleaded back with Colton.

"Colton... Person."

He let go of her swiftly, looking back at the girl approaching. Feeling himself flush. He probally looked like some maniac trying to kill a girl. Codi was the moronic one. She waved and spoke cheerfully. Fighting? Nooo! Yelling? Neeeever! Hated each other currently? Of cooooourse not!

"Hello!"

Smiling like a dork. Colton rolled his eyes, which were not turned towards the oncoming stranger. No. They were looking down the sidewalk, wanting to see a dorm room at the local college. Alas, there was still a while to go.

What the hell? Now they were trying to murder each other. She normally didn't get involved with mortal affairs, but perhaps she'd have to.

And now they were talking to her. Or at least the girl was. And all sunshine and lollipops, too. Alright.. she'll bite.

"Hello," She returned in her soft Southern accent. She gave them both a slightly suspicious look. "Is everything alright?"

She glanced at the boy, casting out her mind quietly, trying to hear if he was letting any of his thoughts be heard.

Codi continued smiling cheerfully, and nodded.

"Everything is juuuuust fine. Colton here was... Ummm... Er... Well, I wanted to... go clubbing. Yes! Clubbing! And he told me not to 'cause that's bad... And I didn't agree, and look! We're at each others throats. Right, Colt?"

Colton tunred to face the two girls, and smiled and nodded. A little too much like a grimace/smirk than a smile. And then spoke, his voice gruff and tired.

"Yes... Especially because all I want to do is sleep. Sleep, Codi. Can we go HOME now?"

It was apparent most of this was an act, but Colton really did want to go lie on his bed and feel sorry for himself there, rather than here with a girl who had an air about her that made him feel like she found herself superior to him. Her name was Codi. And then there was her little stranger friend, who appeared from nowhere. Her name was... Well. He didn't want to stay long enough to find out. Apperently, Codi did.

"Sorry we startled you... I'm Codi, 'n that's Colton. You are..."

Still smiling, less moronically.

"Hannah. My name is Hannah Holloway," She replied, looking from one to the other. Her long coal black hair was parted at the side, so locks fell down over one of her hazel eyes.

She smiled herself, quite a warm smile from one who looks so pale, as if she'd be cold if you happened to touch her. And she probably would. Her teeth were even, straight.. Very white. And very.. different. But they're covered again by her pale pink lips.

"She's a big girl, why don't you go home without your sister?" She asked Colton. "I assume, of course, that you are brother and sister?" She says, looking back at Codi.

Colton glared down at the girl. Hannah. Who did she think he was? She knew nothing about him, his life, and why he held Codi on a leash. Said nothing. Did nothing but glare.

Codi, on the other hand, buttered up what he would have said.

"Well, he's just being a big brother. You know... No one can hurt his little sister... No one can date his little sister without his permission... No one can kiss-"

"That's ENOUGH, Codi. You make me out to be Mom or summat."

"Well, you DO tend to take after her... But ANYWAYS!"

Clearly annoyed with his interuptting her talking to this Hannah person. She turned from Colton back to Hannah, and smiled.

"Yea. We are siblings. Twins, but we have different birthdays."

Colton was still fuming silently. Not only was this stranger-Hannah-person accusing him of something she didn't understand, but she was also rapidly learning more and more about him. Through Codi. Could she just... Shut... Up? Again, Colton silently looked back towards the dorms. Codi took no notice.

She was rapidly not liking this Colton guy. He gave off such an angry air, and he seemed to have something eating him from the inside.

"I see.. You're lucky, my older brother was quite disinterested in me."

OOC| Sorry for the super short post.. I have too much sleep in my eyes to see the keyboard. *cheesy excuse* |

Codi scoffed. Bad thing? Disinterested? Well, the grass is always greener on the other side.

"Heh... If he'd be uninterested in me for one day... I'd be extreamly happy."

Colton didn't like hearing this, really. It didn't make him angry, just more depressed. His shoulders drooped ever so slightly, and he tunred away from them. And walked down the street a bit. And sat in a bus kiosk, on a bench, not wanting to listen to the two girls. Codi watched him go, and sighed.

"He's not normally like this..."

She was whispering, and he didn't hear. She continued.

"I dunno... A friend of his was murdered, and, well... He took it really hard. I mean, I liked the guy too, but you don't see me still moaping. I try and cheer him up..."

Codi kept her back to her brother, who sat in the kiosk waiting, letting his mind wander. She smiled, and shrugged.

"It never works, but at least I got to see a good movie, eh?"

Hannah tilted her head a little, to look past Codi to watch Colton walk to the kiosk. She then looked back at her conversation partner.

"Yes, that was one of the better movies I've seen lately. I noticed you leaving it," She said with a little smile.

"But, I'm sorry about your friend. Perhaps there's something I could do?" She offered kindly, although she really didn't think there was.

Codi snorted as she laughed. Really, really unpleasant habit. But at least the laughter was friendly, not mocking.

"Well, if you could turn time back about 9 months--"

"Nine months, two weeks and a couple days, Codi..."

"-- Er... Yes. Nine months, and what he said days, and then maybe. And Colton, shut up. Really."

"Mmmmkay..."

"Then yes, he'd be ok. Either that, or bring some guy back from the dead. Or get him a new boyfriend... Or girlfriend... All of those are damn near impossible, though."

Colton cringed, and mumbled something unaudiable. Codi glared back at him.

"Speak UP, Colton."

"No."

"Yes. Dammit, she cared enough to ask if she could help."

"Well, then I'll send her a thank you note..."

"Damn you, Colton! You are a --!"

Codi was not a lady, and the garbage words she shouted at Colton were proof enough. Colton got up and walked away from them and the kiosk. Started ambling home. Slow, as if knowing Codi would want to catch up. But the girl was being stubborn.

"I'm going out. Screw you."

And stormed off past Hannah down the street in the opposite direction.


((Heee. She can go party with Codi or cheer Colton up. Or go home... *Shrug*))

OOC| Ahh! Sibling rivalry! Um.. she's attracted to brooding types, so I guess she'll go after Colton. If that doesn't work, she'll find Codi again. |

Hannah stood as this conversation/verbal abuse continued, her face a little mix of confusion, discomfort, and amusement. She watched as each of the twins walked in a different direction, then after a moment she began walking in her original direction, the same as Colton. She unintentionally took advantage of his lack of speed, and was soon walking only a few feet behind him.

Which was uncomfortable as well. He'd probably think she was stalking him. Again. She didn't seem to make a good impression on people these days.

But now she was wondering about that murder.. She couldn't help it. Being in the business, she had a.. professional interest. She sent out her mind once more, carefully trying entering his thoughts, wondering if he was thinking about it right now.

((OOC: No, I HOPED she'd go after Colton. He needs someone to talk to that isn't his sister.))

Colton heard the footsteps. Yup, Codi came crawling back. She couldn't go anywhere without him. And vice versa, even though all he wanted right now was to be away from her. He spun around to face her, speaking angrily.

"Why can't you just...! Oh... Sorry, I didn't know it was you..."

His voice trailed off, the suprise and blush of his voice fading away into nothing. He just yelled at someone who probably ment no harm. And she probably though he was the biggest jerk alive. Great.

"M'sorry... Er, Hannah, isn't it?"

He offered a hand. Thinking something along the lines of, 'First rude, now lame. What next? Plain dumb?' He avoided that by not smiling. Dreary as he looked, a smile would just make him look stupid.

OOC| Okie. :) |

Hannah stopped walking as he turned and yelled at her. She arched an eyebrow in mild curiosity, although she didn't seem offended or surprised.

"Yes," She replied dryly. "Hannah. You thought I was your sister?"

She took his hand for a very brief handshake, her grip firm but somewhat cold. She did smile, a slight little one as if to ease some tension. Although she didn't seem tense.

Colton felt her hand as cold, and figured she was cold. It was dark, nighttime, and the temperature was dropping. She had to be chilly. He'd have offered her a jacket if it was polite. And if he had one. He was wearing his usual gray turtleneck sweater and faded black jeans. He hadn't bothered with a scarf or a coat. He released his hand from the handshake, and tried to smile a little.

"Yeah... My sister... She normally just follows me home, so I expected it'd be her. I'm glad it's not... I really can't stand her attitude sometimes."

As if his was any better. He continued walking, this time at snails pace and off to the side of the sidewalk, inviting her to walk beside him. They were going the same way anyway. And he'd rather have someone to walk with when they came to the overpass. Bad memories there.

"So, Hannah... How old are you?"

He hoped she wasn't some twelve year old who had just listened to Codi's garbage mouth. That would make him feel guilty, on top of depressed. But he tried to act friendly. Tried to act as it nothing bad had happened. Tried to be himself. Failed miserably in everything, except the fact that he was no longer shouting, being a jerk off, and/or jumping all over people before they had a chance to guard against it.

"It's rude to ask a woman her age," She said with a warm little smile. She never told her age, re-routed the question with a laugh. How do you tell someone you're over a hundred years old? Not easily, of course.

She certianly didn't look like a twelve year old, though. Her face had the mature, hopeful set that most women in their early twenties develop, and her posture and walk were fine and upright.

"Why don't you guess?" She said out of the blue. She wondered how she was coming off to mortals these days. If her true age had invaded her looks to make her seem like some young woman who'd old before her time.

"You're right. And yes, I do actually. I've started Servent of the Bones, by Anne Rice.. but I couldn't find it this evening so I decided to go to the movies. I think I may have left it at some coffee shop. I'll need to get a new one..." She trailed off. Some coffee shop. That was about it. She spent a lot of time in coffee shops, little delis and cafes. It was a hang over from the time she'd spent in New York, when there was nothing to do but sit at the sidewalk cafes with Bo and hope nothing bad would happen that night..

She shook her head slightly, it sent her curly black hair smoothing around her shoulders. The movement could be seen as an action to her carelessness, noted just a second ago, but it was mostly to shake the memories and the funny little feeling she had.

She had thought that the uneasy feeling had came from rembering times not so long ago, but after a few more steps or two she she realized it was radiating from her walking partner.

"Um.. Colton?" She asked, "Are you alright? You seem.. uneasy.. As we walk further."

Colton smiled a bit as she spoke of her like to read, and her carelessness. He had done that a few times, just not in coffee shops. Once he left his book in a garden, and the sprinklers had ruined it. That had been a good book, too. Her question struck him, and he looked at her briefly, then turned to look ahead again.

"No... No... I am fine..."

Let her think he was afraid of the dark or something. But she probally knew anyway that he was lying. Might as well say something.

"'s just the overpass... It just holds bad memories for me. That's all."

He let himself straighten up and hold himself at a sense of pride and dignity, so that, perhaps, she wouldn't think him cowardly. Try to shrug it off as nothing.

She didn't think he was a coward, but she could tell that it was a much bigger thing then he was letting her know. She could see through his little farce, it was actually quite easy. There wasn't even any heightened sense of darkness helping her out.

"Does it have anything to do with your boyfriend who was murdered?" She asked quietly, bluntly. She normally wasn't this forward, but she could tell her usual way of dealing with people probably wouldn't work with Colton.

Besides, not like she'd ever meet the mortal again once they parted, anyway.

Colton stopped cold, and stared at her. How the hell did she know? It hadn't been on the news, Codi hadn't said anything, or had she? He couldn't remember. His heart raced, and he suddenly felt very cold. Blood drained from his face, making him slightly more pale, and sort of sick-like.

"How did you know about that...?"

His voice was hushed and worried, almsot emotional. He wasn't near crying about it, it had been a long time ago. But it was definatly something new to hear that someone knew about it. Codi had to have said something. God! Why did she tell everyone about him!?

"Did Codi tell you? Why the heck did she tell -you-! I mean, no offence, but you are a complete stranger... And that's... that's -my- life."

He assumed Codi told her. He wanted to go chase her down and give her a nice verbal slap.

She felt badly, now that she knew she was right. "Yes, she told me.. But she was explaining why you were being such an ass. It wasn't the conversation starter."

She couldn't meet his gaze, he looked so hurt. So she turned her head towards the overpass, to give herself somewhere new to look.

And it hit her.

This overpass. That chainlink fence. The graffitti on the concerate. The few scraggly bushed trying to grow. Why did she know them all?

"Oh, God.." She said under her breath. Her voice was thick, and she seemed ill. She looked as if she was going to cry.

'Please let me be wrong!' She begged silently.

Colton wasn't paying attention to her hurt. He just continued his own hurt ranting at Codi.

"Still doesn't give her the right... I mean, what did she say? Did she tell you all the sickening detail? Some bastard killed him somewhere, drained him of almost every drop of blood, and dumped his body. Killed him with a frickin' screwdriver. He didn't die instantly, too... He had been in pain... And... And I hadn't been there to help him or anything... Maybe if I had been there, I could have gotten an ambulance. They said he died of blood loss, not of the puncture wounds... And... And drained... Drained and dumped... Dumped there."

He pointed to the overpass. So much for bravado, he looked weak and tired. He didn't cry, but he looked like he might.

"Thing is... I don't know how you can take every drop of blood from a body by letting it drain out... I don't understand it..."

He wasn't crying, but she was. Her hazel eyes welled up with blood, and it slipped down her cheeks in transparent, watery streams.

"No.." She protested weakly as he was ranting, but she wasn't heard over the hurt in his voice.

She was trying to remember the name, the name of the last person she killed.. But she couldn't remember. It didn't matter anyway, Colton had confirmed her suspicions without meaning to.

"You don't.." She said, her voice low, "You have to drink it."

He listened to her. She was crying. Why was she crying? He didn't mean to hurt her too... He didn't mean it. He paused a sec, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"No, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell at you... 's not your fault you found out..."

Oblivious to the fact that the murderer was the one he was trying to console. He heard her words, and blinked. Twice. Letting it sink in. Then laughed. Not a fun loving laugh, but a laugh that almost scoffed at her.

"Drink it? You're saying there are vampires? That's a new one... If they existed, I'd believe you. But they don't exist. Just fairy ta... ta.... That... Is that blood?"

He finally looked at her eyes. On her cheeks, the trails were paler thanthe red of the blood in her eyes. Vampire cried blood. He jumped back, away from her, pulling his hand from her shoulder. Catching his foot on the edge of the sidewalk, not landing right, and falling on his rear in the grass. Staring up at her shaking his head slightly.

"Vampires don't exist!"

As if that would make the blood less real.

OOC| lol, you're new avatar is cute.. Anyone you know? |

She reached out to grab his hand when he started to fall, but she was too slow and was left reaching out into the air. She slowly pulled her hand back to herself, resting it in the hollow of her collar bone. She rubbed her fist into her bones in a distracted mannerism.

"Yes we do!"

With the other hand, she reached up and wiped away her tears before they dried bloody on her cheeks.

What the hell was that name? It was Jack, wasn't it? No.. more like James. Or Jacob, or something.. All she remembered was that she was very lonely that night, very vunerable. And he had flirted with her all night, but when he was walking her home he started to talk about his boyfriend.

OOC: Nope, dun know 'em. But, awwww! Little Colton and Little Codi! So cute! And, in essence, the PM said to not tell him she killed Jake just yet, or he'd go mental and try and kill her. Or call the cops. Whichever is easier.


Colton shook his head. This was like that CSI, only more twisted. At least the people pretending to be vampires really were pretending and admited to it. This girl, she said she was, and... Well, she was crying blood. That was a bit scary, but it could be ignored. She was wearing red mascara, was all. And that's why her tears were red.

"Uh huh... And so do fairies and unicorns..."

He pushed himself up of the ground and stood, not nearly as close to her as before, obviously a bit freaked out. And a bit upset with himself. Look what he did! He made her cry! He should be trying to cheer her up, but no. They are discussing weather or not vampires are real. They aren't real. She was just trying to joke around and make him feel better. That was all. Just... Cheer him up. Now it was his turn to cheer her up.

"... 'm sorry... Please, don't cry... I didn't mean to make you cry..."

He took a step closer again, still wary of distance. The red mascara looked so much like blood.

OOC| Oh, okay.. I read that PM.. lol |

She was able to hear so many of this thoughts now, his fear and uncertainty made it easier.

"It's.. It's alright.. You didn't, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." She managed to say. She had wiped the tears from her cheeks. What little blood that was in her had risen to her cheeks with her freak-out. Her eyes were clear again, but her actual mascara was smudged a little bit, had mixed with the blood and had hardened to make it seem red-er. She knew this, it had happened before.. So perhaps Colton's self-delusional interpertation of red mascara wasn't so far fetched. To him.

"I can't vouch for fairies, but I have met a few unicorns." She tried to joke. Her voice was still a bit shakey, but she smiled rather normally. That was what spending years in a hell with touchy people gave you.. You could truly smile even when you were breaking up inside.

Colton nodded, unaware that she probally couldn't see that.

"'s good... You might like it..."

And this conversation, too, died. He sighed, and nodded again, this time to himself. He'd have to face the bridge without any distraction. There is was, looking much the same as ever.

From the top, it was a normal street, a few street lamps on either side of the 'bridge' portion. Down below, much of what you'd expect. Graphiti, weeds, littered newspapers, cans, and bottles, a pair of old sneakers. It smelled heavily of illegal substances, and other more legal but still intoxicating substances. It was like almost every other overpass in town. It stood out for the one reason of what had been found there... A body. Seemingly dumped, a crumpled sack of a figure of a young man. A nineteen year old who had had attributes that led to his death. Pleasant features, humor, and flirtatiousness. And then the want to see what it was like to tell someone, who was probally infultrated with him by this time, that he was not straight and had a boyfriend. That had been how he died.

Colton stepped onto the overpass and looked over the edge, a vision too fresh in his mind. Someone had murdered that man far away from here. Murdered him, and then drained his blood. How, no one knew. Then dumped the body over the edge of the overpass. Killed him with a screwdriver. Two holes. The pain he must have suffered! Colton pulled his eyes from the spot, but paused on the overpass. Paused, then turned around and walked off the way they had come. Down a path that led to the bottom.

Colton tried to smile too, but he heard her shaky voice. And he didn't know what else to do to help her. Maybe they could just keep walking. Maybe walking would calm all the high nerves.

"C'mon... I'll... I'll walk you home."

Least he figured he could do. They seemed to be going the same way anyway, and he still felt it was his fault she was crying. He shouldn't have been rash with her. He shouldn't have yelled. The she wouldn't have cried. Maybe a subject change? She liked to read... Back to books?

"Have you read the Ender's Game series?"

Walking again, toward the overpass. Towards home.

"No.. But I've heard of it. Have you?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the ground infront of her feet.

She wondered how long it would be, now, before he found out there really were vampires. Mortals often had a way of meeting more then one.

Hannah didn't supply anything else to create a new conversation, now lost in her own thoughts and worries. It wasn't long until she was home now, and then she could crawl into her bed and sleep the day away. And perhaps a few nights, as well.

She was jerked out of this state of mind when Colton paused, turned, and walked down the path.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?!" She cried in alarm, her voice rising in distress with each word. She would hurry down after him, but she was frantic not to go back down there. A second time. So she stood where he left her, staring after him.

Colton walked down the path and looked up at the bottom of the overpass, estimating where is was Hannah stood, and speaking to that spot.

"Idunno... I just... Idunno. I guess I want to know what this place really looks like. Without the police and the body bag and all that... I need to see this place for what it is, not a memory that shouldn't be there anyway."

Seeing an empty overpass tunnel, painted and smelly, but this comforted him a bit. There was nothing here. No blood, no body, no police with questions that made no sense. No sister that kept looking at him, patting his back, saying things he didn't want to hear. Nothing. Just silence and emptiness.

"Come on down here... I promise, I don't bite."

OOC| *groans* You're right, that is bad... |

"But I do.. " Hannah mumbled under her breath as stood there shivering for a moment or two. She decided to venture down the path as well. She didn't know this path had existed, before she had pushed him too hard and he had fallen, and she jumped down after him.

But now she picked her way slowly, carefully, and came into the dank little place pale as a sliver of moonlight. "I think this is morbid.." She said when she arrived.

Colton nodded as she spoke, and looked around. Morbid was a good word. Morbid, but less so without everything that made him despise this place. He sighed, and kicked an empty beer bottle against the base of the cement overpass. It clancked and bounced off into the tunnel, the sound echoing a bit.

"I dun know why people come here... I mean, it smells, it's horrid to look at, and if people wanna go get drunk, there are bars all over... Underground ones, too, in which they can smoke whatever they smoke down here... Makes me wonder, you know? Why people do things they do..."

His mind isn't quite off the Jake track, and he's looking at a spot on the ground. Nothing different about that spot verses the spot next to it or the spot six yards away, except when a memory is painted over it, something stands out.

"Why people kill other people who did nothing to them..."

Well, Jake wasn't innocent. He was rude and obnoxious, and if Hannah hadn't killed him, another girl might have.

"Some people can't help it.." She said mildly. She stared at a spot a few feet away from the place which held Colton's attention. It was the spot where she had knelt while Jake was dying. Where she had sat trying to decide whether or not to just leave him alone with his fear and his death, to save him the trouble and break his neck. She could've changed him, made him one like her.. Or she could've gotten rid of the body so no one would ever find it.

She shivered, snapping her out of memories. It was getting colder, the breeze had picked up. It lifted her hair up around her face, breaking her line of vision with 'her' spot. She shivered and pulled her sweater tighter around her body.

Hannah didn't like being back here. She couldn't understand why this one murder, the most latest in the very rare spree of hers, had to come back to haunt her tonight. When she already had so many other things to think about. She hated it here. She suddenly realized that this wouldn't bother any other self-respecting vampire. She wondered what Bo would think of the way she was acting, how he would handle this. Perhaps she'd ask some advice later. What an odd conversation that would be to start.

Mental hospitals. How ironic.. Should she mention she spent some time in one of those? Perhaps not.. That conversation never went very well, she was too touchy on the subject.

She took one last look around, much like she did on that night, and turned. This time, she slowly walked up the path, visibly shaken, instead of jumping and walking calmly home.

Once she made it to the sidewalk behind him, she got the sense of his disappointment. This got her hackles up, and she began walking quickly. "I'd better be getting home, it's getting late. I'm tired," For all she knew he had a dozen other detours in store for tonight, and she really was getting sleepy. The good kind of sleepy that started in her bones and grew up to her brain until she lost it and didn't know the world again until the next evening.

OOC| Funny enough, it really is in Hannah's history that she was in a mental hospital! Not the one on here, but the more detailed one I have on my computer. |