Sirens blared in the distance as a boy with messy black hair and bright blue eyes that hid behind black rimmed glasses stood in an alley way, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth that was curled up in a grin, showcaseing a pair of blood stained fangs. Horns came from each side of his head, curling backwards and bending up at the end. In front of him stood a girl dressed in a black dress. Her black hair fell to her hips, blending in with her dress. All while her forest green eyes and silver framed glasses made her stand out against the darkness. She had an APB automatic silent pistol pointed to the boys heart.
"Now, now Jade. What a coincidence to met you here of all places! And while I'm in the midst of a meal too! Would you like a bite?" He grinned as he held up the head that belonged to a small and pale women. "I mean, look at her how flawless her face is!" He cooed as he caressed the decapitated head's cheek. "And the perfume she uses can make any mortal man lose his wits! And the taste of he-" He was cut off with the sound of the gun being fired and he had to dodge to the side not to catch a bullet in his chest.
"That's enough talk out of you Egbert! Its about time I send you back to the place you belong. Hell!" She then shot her gun again, still aiming at the boys heart. He dodged the bullet again then glared at her.
"So rude Harley. I would love to stay and play for a little while, but I really need to leave. I'm sure mother is calling me! And I would hate to keep her waiting." He taunted then fell into the shadows. Harley shot several times both out of anger and in the hope that maybe she would hit him with at least one bullet. The sirens rang out louder. Probably not even more then a few blocks away. She cursed at herself and ran the other way, the red shoes she wore under her dress tapped against the cement, sending out soft clicks. She threw her gun into the back of an unregistered car and drove off. Her phone rang in her pocket, but she was too angry and too upset with herself to deal with whoever was on the other line, even if it was her father, Jude.
She drove out of the city, driving in the darkness for hours before she pulled up to a lake where she has a small floating hut built in the middle. It wasn't her home, but she went there when she needed to be away from her family. She walked to the boat tied on the dock and rowed out, tying it up before she walked in, slamming the door behind her.
She looked around her small hut, making sure that nothing was out of place and that there were no signs her place had been found. She sighed with relief then threw herse l f down onto the couch she had rested into the corner. She groaned as she heard her phone ring in her pocket for the fifth time. She pulled it out and turned off the phone, ignoring the fact she had several, about 20, texts from her father. She laid on the couch and looked around one last time before exhaustion took over and she passed out.