A/N: Sorry its been so long!! I've been busy with homework and projects etc...and this chapter is a bit of a...misfit really lol. But hope you like it all the same : ) R&R please : )
Walking out into the icy air of the streets, Velma's black stilettos clicking on the frozen ground, her face flushed with anxious anticipation. She wringed her blood-tinged hands looking out onto the road, waiting for the familiar yellow glare of a taxi. Her vision blurred for a second, but her mind wrenched it back just in time to watch the taxicab approaching.
Velma hailed it, her wolf-whistle piercing the night air as the bullet had pierced Veronica's heart.
"The Onyx please," she said, her eyes resting on her watch-hands...one at 7, the other at 9... quarter to 7... "Shit, and put your foot on it!"
The leather caressed her stockinged legs, as she swept her hair back off her velvety face, and her dark intense eyes watched the blaring lights and flashing signs go by. Velma let her head sink back into the seat, what was going to happen when they found the bodies? What would happen when she got to the club tonight? After all, they had paid to see a sister act...
She let her chocolate eyes delicately close and draped herself across the black leather, and sat there wondering...just wondering...