"SAKURA!!" someone yelled, i squeaked and hid behind a rusting dumpster, trying to level my breathing. Because who evers looking for me cant be human, no one comes looking for me if they were normal.
I froze hearing footsteps.
"C'mon Sakura, i know your there i can smell you" the voice said announcing every syllable as if they were talking to a toddler.
Glaring at the dumpster, as if it had something to do with the idiot on the other side, i dropped down to my knees to get a better look from underneath.
Stupid idiot, how the hell did he find me!
There on the other side were a pair of neon blue jeans and black sneakers, seeing as i couldn't see more than past his waist.
Stupid Mikey.
Laying my hands on the ground, i steadied myself and leaped up onto the top of the dumpster.
and there he was my idiot ex standing there like had all the right in the world too
"What the hell do you want?" i seethed, if he was here then that meant Misty was here too. they had no right to be here, no right to be in this city, no right to be anywheres near me.
He spun around so fast i thought he had given himself whiplash, and stared at me like he was looking into the eyes of some demented demon.
okay the demented part is some what true thanks to all the damn traing and mental exercises i had been doing since i could pratically walk, but the demon part was their fault, they did this to me and left like they had nothing to do with it, and they thought they could waltz right back into my life.
Okay back on track, yes i did look like a demon, something that had crawled out of the deepest pits of hell.
but in my defense it was for a good cause.
damn leeches and their never ending thirst for human blood.... ew.
"why the hell are you covered in blood?" he asked increuously. more like shouted.
my eye twitched at his stupidity and put one finger on my chin "well, looky there i hadn't even noticed, and i thought i was looking so sexy with sweat glisting over my rock hard body--you know like in those movies where the people go jogging, and there in slow motion... which i dont even think its true because no one could run that slow eve--Are you finished" he interrupted.
i rolled my eyes "no, but whatever. now tell me why the fuck your here?" i questioned
"Because we were on vacation and came to see you" he looked sad and almost concerned.
keyword: almost
"well too bad you son of a bitch, you left me, after you turned me into this- this thing, and took off with some slut you met at a hotel" i yelled, my hand itching towards my belt that held my gun, loaded with silver bullet, and a spritz of holy water for good measure.
he snorted "i didn't even turn you all the way, you put a bullet in my side before i got the chance, so you have nothing to worry about" he tried to calm me down, his eyes finally took on my appearance, and he looked threatened, although i have no idea why.
well if there was a girl no taller than 5'4 with a belt made of silver bullets, two guns strapped to the same belt, a helluva lot bigger sword on my back and several tiny throwing blades made of the purist silver standing before you, i think you would feel the slightest bit threatened maby even more.
insert evil laugh.
"you were saying?" i smiled maniacally, he shuddered even the slightest body movement he still showed some form of fear and that was enough for me