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Paul smirked when he saw the blonde girl practically bounce past him. His head cocked to the side as he watched her and took a drag of his joint. He saw her take a short cut through an alley and his smirk grew to a grin. He put the joint out and stuck it behind his ear, before following her quickly and quietly through the shadows, ready for his next meal.
Through several well timed diversions he had her running, her heart picking up. She knew she was being followed by something dangerous, by a predator. He laughed as the chase picked up the pace in the back allies of Santa Carla. He allowed her to catch a glimpse of him; face morphed and hooted with laughter as she picked up her pace.
What caught him off guard however, was the fact that suddenly, she stopped and whirled to face him.
"Why are you following me?" She asked, lowly and calmly, not a hint of fear on her, her eyes narrowed.
Paul took a step back, shocked. Normally, his pray only stopped when they fell over because they tripped on something. "Wait, aren't you a little scared?"
"Of one weirdly deformed guy? No. I blew up my house. With my parents inside. When I was a kid." She said, grinning.
"You are one weird girl." Paul said, face going back to normal.
"You can change? Cool!" She suddenly hugged him, shocking him even further.
"Did I smoke too much of my joint?" He asked.
"Maybe you did." She said airily. "Maybe this is all a dream."
"Don't get me wrong, it's cool that I've met someone who's actually not screaming. It's rather refreshing. But, why aren't you afraid?"
"Things just don't bother me." She shrugged. She suddenly frowned. "Alright, I'll be there. Just gotta shake a tail." She hissed, head turned to the side slightly as if listening to something on her shoulder.
It occurred to Paul then that the blonde girl in-front of him was actually a little mad. "Okaaay… you are stranger than me and my bros." Paul said.
She grinned. "I take that as a complement." She replied perkily.
He didn't know why, but he just couldn't bring himself to kill the quirky girl in front of him. So, trying to think of what he would do next, he ran his hand over his face. When he opened his eyes again, the girl was gone. If it hadn't been for her un-mistakenly human scent, he'd have thought she was a vampire. Paul reached up to his ear, for his joint, and found it missing.
"Little bitch stole my joint!" He yelled. Then, he checked his pockets. "And my lighter and my bike keys!" He trailed off for a moment, and then began running. "My bike!" He growled.
He got back to where he'd left it to find it had gone. "How did she even know where it was and what bike it was?" He groaned. He was not going to live this one down with the other three. Marko would definitely be the most relentless in the teasing department however.
Two days later news reached them that the largest corrupt organisation in the town had been ripped off, and the leaders sent down for ten years each. There was no clue who had ripped them off, or left evidence for the police to find. However, that very same day, a hyper blonde thief drove out of the sunny sea side town on her brand new bike.
A/N: A Birthday fic for Star. It's a bit late because I haven't had a lot of connection to the internet. This is a one shot and I hope she, and you all enjoy. It's only short, but hey. Any guesses who the blonde was? And yes, this was a slight crossover with a tv series, but I'll let you all guess.- Angel.