From the moment Cash left Haven, Sydney felt like something was wrong. Sure, he was supposed to leave, and she had another guard, but the entire thing just felt... strange. Of course, that could have had something to do with the fact that her new guard was weird as hell. With pink and red streaked hair and what she could only call torn pantyhose on her arms, Jeff Hardy was not the type that she would put much faith in. He barely looked up most of the night, and then it was just to stare at her.
Of course, he wasn't the only one staring in a completely disgusting and more than a little creepy way. But, where Jeff's eeriness was all in the eyes, Edge's was in the huge grin he passed her way every time he went by the bar. She wasn't sure if he was just a lecherous asshole, or if this was his way of showing that he was pissed off that he was Cash's second, but he didn't get the job. Whichever it was, she was just glad that he didn't get the job and even more glad when he finally left, followed by a trail of Gangrel.
By the time the club had shut down and the patrons had cleared out, Sydney was alone and tired. Morgana had left hours earlier with Cash. Apparently, she was part of the other business that Cash had. Sydney wondered just how much was business, and how much was keep an eye out while Julian did whatever he did with the current woman in his life. She didn't think that Julian was the type to have a guard every single second on a date, but hey... she hadn't seen the guy in years.
"Alright," she said, putting the last glass back down. "I'm ready to jet." She sighed and looked across the room. Jeff didnt' move. His laid on the table, one arm outstretched so his fingers tapped the other end. Sydney groaned. "You awake over there?"
"Yeah."
"Wonderful." She rolled her eyes. "You really are shit at this guard thing, ya know? Somebody could have come through the door and killed me."
"I'd have smelled 'em before a hand touched the glass."
"Uh huh. Why am I not believing that?" She rolled her eyes. Grabbing her jacket, she hopped over the bar. "Look, this is how it's gonna go. I'm going home. You're going to follow me home. And then, you're gonna get as far away from me as humanly possible, because you annoy the absolute hell out of me."
"Uh huh."
Sydney groaned. This guy was seriously getting on her damn nerves. She stomped to the front and checked the locks, then stalked to the back. She was halfway to the rear door when she turned to find that she wasnt' alone, after all. In fact, he was a little too close for comfort. She walked faster, her boots thumping against the floor.
When she got outside, she fired her bike up quicker than she normally would. Usually, she tended to sit a moment, feel the power between her legs. When she had no other plans than to go home, she liked to sit and come up with someplace else, anywhere else that she could be going. Often, she tended to decide the hell with home and just go to wherever she had imagined, or as close to it as she could get. She couldn't exactly take a bike ride to Rio de Janero.
She sat up straight and pushed off. Sydney went roaring down the street. Her helmet blocked some of her view but she could see enough to know that there were bikes coming up on her side. She turned behind her and Hardy was still there. Without a helment, she could see the snarky grin on his face. Obviously, he wasn't about to do anything about it. Even more obviously, Cash hadn't punished nearly enough people.
Sydney pushed to the side, nearly knocking the bike to her left to the ground. She jumped a curb and headed off on the sidewalk. She turned again, and ripped through a line of bushes. They were still following her, though, and she could hear shouting. She didnt' know what they were saying, but her best guess was that it was nothing she wanted to hear.
A bike pulled in front of her and she turned sharp and quick. The helmet was getting in her way, taking away her peripheral vision. She ripped it off and threw it to the side. The rider to the left ducked out of the way and Sydney cursed. A perfectly good toss gone to waste. She swerved, then swerved again to keep from hitting a tree. The path was growing smaller, and there was only so much room for her to manuever. Right about then, she was wishing she'd gone for that Suzuki crotch rocket instead of the larger bike.
Suddenly, Edge was in front of her and she turned to sharply. The bike went to the side and toppled her to the ground. Sydney screamed as she jumped from the bike, seconds before it rolled over her. She came to her feet quickly and whipped her head around. They were moving in on her, and none of them looked like they were trying to find a party, or that they wanted her to go with them.
"Come on, guys..." She reached around to her back and cursed. Her switchblade was gone, probalby on the ground somewhere from the fall. "...you don't wanna do this. Julian..."
"We don't serve that Ventrue prince." Sydney tried to remember the chick's name, and the closest she got was Lila. But, that red hair... it was so outrageously out of a bottle that she would never forget that shade.
"Cash isn't gonna like this."
"Do we really care?" She looked at Jeff Hardy and groaned. Yeah, he was getting farther and farther on her list of great bodyguards. "By the time we're done with you, neither will you."
"Great line, jackoff." Sydney looked around quickly. Her knife was a few feet away. If she could just get to it...
She dove to the side just as Jeff and Matt dove for her. Jeff missed, but Matt landed on her legs. Sydney hit the ground with a thud and came up spitting out dirt. She turned and kicked her legs until she got free. Rolling back over, she scrambled across the ground until she grabbed her knife. She rolled over as Lita jumped on her. Sydney slashed her face on either side and she jumped back.
Sydney jumped back to her feet and was face to face with Edge. "Come on..." She tossed the blade between her hands. "Like I've said before, I'm not Sasha. I don't get taken near as easy."
"I'm not Brujah, so we're even. This definitely isn't a Sasha situation." Edge weaved from side to side. He lunged at her and she swiped, but missed. He moved around her and she whirled. He moved again, and she spun with him. Edge hunched down and slowly, his body blended into a heaping white wolf. He charged at Sydney and knocked her to the ground. Before she could twist in his paws, his fur was gone and his arms held her tightly. He nuzzled his nose in her hair. "No one plans to Embrace you, bitch."
And the others pounced.
