The woman didn't show up for the next few days. When Cash came by, he spoke of more things that would've been helpful before. He seemed calmer than the other times we spoke. His boss wasn't happy when he'd heard about her sudden return, but he was happy to get started with whatever plan he was running. Cash even had a few drinks with me. It felt odd at first, but the kid isn't that bad. The more he talked, the older he sounded. I had no idea the trouble he had gone through.

"You're gloomier than usual," Cash mumbled as he walked through the door. I rolled my eyes. "Today hasn't been all that great." He raised an eyebrow, turning around on his heels to face me again. I sighed, walking past him to sit at my desk. He looked down at me, folding his arms. Clicking his tongue, he looked down at my desk, his eyes trailing over everything on it. "You're not very organized, are you?" He asked. I shook my head.

Cash chuckled, taking off his jacket and throwing it down somewhere. I raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes. "It's not like it isn't dirty enough," He mumbled. I laughed, shaking my head. "Doesn't mean you should do it." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. I shook my head. The more I saw him, the more he looked like a woman. I'd never seen a man look so much like a lady.

"What did you want to come talk about?"

"Just what you gathered about her."

Cash leaned against the desk, looking around the room. He mumbled something, looking back up at me. "Have anywhere for me to sit?" He asked. I shook my head, smirking slightly. The man grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I've been working all day, you know?" I laughed, smirking wider. The kid was fun to mess with. Every time he and I talked, he never understood when I was serious and when I wasn't. Which is funny, since I'm hardly ever not serious.

"How old are you, Cash?"

"Twenty-four."

"Then, you can fucking stand."

Cash rolled his eyes, but chuckling softly. The two of us ended up walking down to the bar for a couple drinks. The bartender teased Cash a couple times about his feminine appearance. I just rolled my eyes and ignored it, even though I felt the same. The kid didn't need me adding onto it. Well, aren't you just so friendly? The voice was getting more sarcastic. Either it was jealous, or I was just getting moody.

You're always fucking moody.

Cash chugged down three glasses, sighing deeply. I whistled, watching him throw them back like it was water. "Nice," I chuckled. He nodded, sighing again. "I haven't been out drinking in years." I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. This was my second time this week to come to that same bar. My addiction was crawling back, but I could handle it better this time.

As the night drug on, Cash and I started talking about that woman again. He asked me about what she did when we first met. I explained to him about how she was a bit… persuasive. Good word choice. I rolled my eyes, seeing the look on his face. He smirked, teasingly. "That must've been fun," He mumbled. I shrugged, rolling my eyes. "That woman is not in my sights. She thinks she is, thought." Cash shrugged his small shoulders.

He sipped his drink, clearing his throat. "Most vampires are known to be exceptionally charming and beautiful. The last man we examined had many woman victims. It seems they always go after the opposite sex, because it's easiest to tempt them into doing what they want," He explained. I raised an eyebrow. That would explain a lot of things. But that seemed more than just a ploy. Don't get so cocky. You don't know her motives. Grinding my teeth, I turned back to Cash again.

"On the other hand, this one does seem to have a… obsession."

I raised an eyebrow. The man chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. Obsession? With you? That's ironic. I remembered the victims from her last kills, but just because they resembled me in a way doesn't mean anything. Keep telling yourself that. I rolled my eyes. Cash chuckled, tossing back two more glasses. "I know it's odd, but look at the facts. The woman is constantly, ever since that night, her prey changed to male's similar to you. The last victim was a scary similarity," He said.

I nodded, sighing and rubbing my temples. Maybe we should give up. We don't know what she's capable of. I shook my head. I refused to let her get away so easily. Obsession or not, I had a mission to accomplish. You won't be saying that when you're dead as well. You don't know when to quit! I rolled my eyes again. Instead of being right, the voice was starting to annoy me further. Even if she did kill me before I got the chance to get my revenge, at least I can say I tried.

As the night continued, Cash started speaking of things about his work. He was cut off by the bartender much faster than I thought, but he was drinking much faster than I was. "How are you only on your third?" Cash mumbled. It was hard to hear what he was saying over his slurred words. I chuckled, smirking over at him. "I've had twenty years of experience." He rolled his eyes, coughing violently. I'd seen many people in here that couldn't hold their alcohol, but Cash had quite a few before he even showed any signs of a buzz.

I laughed, watching him mumble about something on occasions. "I haven't drank this much in months," He mumbled, "It's actually kinda nice." I chuckled again. "Don't get used to it." He lifted his head, pushing out his bottom lip. I laughed harder. "Stop that shit. You look like a damn woman," I grumbled. He sighed, rolling his eyes. He started blubbering about everyone he's ever known saying those exact words. Then, he turned the conversation towards something I knew nothing about. I ignored him, pretending to pay attention.

Cash talked his mouth off, never noticing when I'd lost interest in the conversation. The bartender laughed, watching him stumble on his words. "This a friend of yours?" He asked. I shrugged, chuckling a bit. "I've only known him a few days." He nodded, laughing at Cash's drunken state. "Well, he sure is better drunk than you are," He laughed. I nodded, chuckling when the man laid his head on the bar and sighed deeply. The bartender chuckled, shaking his head.

He walked away, leaving me alone with Cash. He seemed to have passed out with his head on the bar. I yawned, feeling my own body becoming tired. I couldn't leave Cash here, but he would be a nightmare to wake up. Sighing deeply, I rolled my eyes. "Why do I always have to be the nice guy," I grumbled. When are you the nice guy? Rolling my eyes again, I shook the younger man awake.

Cash woke up with a groan, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. "Is it morning already?" He asked with a sigh. I chuckled, shaking my head. "You passed out just a moment ago. Come on. I ain't leaving you here." He nodded, paying the bartender and throwing on his coat. He followed behind me, holding his head. I could see that he was in pain, and couldn't walk straight. He was still drunk, but he seemed to sober up in the last couple minutes.

"Do you need me to walk you home?" I asked, teasingly. Cash sighed, rolling his eyes. "I can handle it." But by the way he stumbled, I could see that he couldn't. I rolled my eyes. "Where do you live?" I asked. He shook his head, pushing himself up on the side of a building. I sighed, watching him stumble around. "I'm a grown man. I can find my way home," He grumbled. I rolled my eyes, chuckling a bit.

You'd think he was a lost puppy by himself. You gonna leave him, or what?

I shook my head. Pansy. Cash sighed, grabbing his head again. It was obvious he needed help, but for whatever reason, he didn't want to ask for it. I stood beside him, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm staying here until you admit you need my help." The man sighed, looking up at me with his bloodshot eyes. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something. He grumbled, standing up straighter.

"Fine, you win."

I smirked, watching him sigh in defeat. He told me where he lived, and I stood close to him so he didn't fall or stumble around. The walk was longer than I expected, and I began to regret being so nice. "I thought you said it was right around the damn corner?" I sighed, lighting a cigarette. It was already 2 A.M., and we were still trying to find his damn house.

This is what you get for being nice.

Cash sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He was completely sober now, but still stumbled around. "Sorry. This is what I get for drinking again," He mumbled. I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. At first, I found it funny watching Cash stumble around like an idiot, but now it was getting old. With the day I've had, all I wanted to do was be alone.

Well, you looked like you've been having fun.

I laughed, shaking my head. Fun. Cash finally stopped, leaning against a door in relief. "This is me," He mumbled. I rolled my eyes, throwing the cigarette down on the ground. "About damn time." Cash breathed a long sigh, smirking. "Feels good to be home." I chuckled, tossing him the keys he handed me when we left the bar. He unlocked the door, looking over his shoulder at me. "Thanks again," He said, "Most people would've left me to go on my own."

I chuckled, "I thought about it." He chuckled, waving before shutting the door. I sighed, turning around and walking back towards my office. Cash was good company, and he explained a lot of things that I didn't know going into this. It was bullshit that I was asked to be the bait and didn't even know how to do that. Rolling my eyes, I shoved open the door, and stepped inside.

If it were any other person, I probably would've left them on their own. Since it was Cash, I felt like I needed to help. It was my damn idea to go there in the first place. Plus, I got good information out of it. Cash was good for me when it came to that. Either he meant to be helpful, or that's just how I saw him. "Only because he's helpful," I mumbled.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like him.

I chuckled to myself. If I did, it would be for selfish reasons. Not what I mean. I rolled my eyes. Of course it wasn't, I thought. Even if I did give a damn about him, all he was to me was a way to get to her. The only reason for tonight was to discuss more about the situation at hand.

You're getting defensive. Don't want me to think you can actually like someone?

"Shut up."

The voice chuckled. The fact that it always reduced to teasing me was aggravating. You're talking to yourself again. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. Now it was trying to make me feel insane. Again. Maybe you should embrace it. It'll make it easier. Plus, I could use the company. We can't have that kid getting all your attention. I sighed, chuckling again. Now it was lonely. What the hell am I doing?

I ask the same question every day.

I sat down at my desk, putting my face in my hands. Therapy sounded better and better every day. Even though I didn't want someone pretending like I was an ignorant asshole. Well, aren't you? Rolling my eyes, I sighed deeply. "I'm getting tired of this," I grumbled. Why didn't I just go crazy? I wouldn't have to worry about this stupid job or doing whatever it is I am now.

Just accept me and you'll get what you want.

I laughed, shaking my head. Like I'd ever do that. I know why I never did go crazy. Even if I didn't want to admit it, I'm glad I never went crazy. If I'm not crazy now. I'm telling you... You are. You're closer to crazy than I am closer to being real. I laughed, shaking my head again. It actually admits it isn't real! That's a damn first. I pulled out another cigarette.

You're gonna die of all kinds of shit. First you drink, then you smoke.

It isn't like I wouldn't mind that. The reason why I drink is to forget, and the reason I smoke is for relaxation. There's other stuff for that, you know. I rolled my eyes. That was obvious that's what other men resort to. But just because something looks nice, doesn't mean it will end up being all that great. The thought has crossed my mind, though.

Don't we all have those moments?

Thinking about that made me think of Rayna. I hadn't spoken to her since the night that she ran off. Going after her seemed like the right thing to do, but she was better without me. So… you're just going to let her assume that you don't care? Seems like a fucked up thing to do. I sighed, rolling my eyes. "What else am I supposed to do?" I snapped.

She wouldn't even speak to me if I tried to talk to her. The best thing to do is let her get over it. Going to see her would only make things worse. For her or for you? I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. Both.. maybe. I already drug things on for far too long. But with my cluelessness, I possibly led her to believe something that wasn't really there.

Well, at least you know I won't run from you.

That was true. Only problem is, I want to run away from it. Having that voice here was still making things complicated, but it was useful in certain situations. What am I saying? It's a god damn voice! What could a voice help me with? Well, it did somehow notice things I didn't. Maybe listening to it, instead of tuning it out, would work better in my favor.

It's about time! I'm glad you decided to join me.

I smirked, shaking my head. I wasn't letting it in. I was just agreeing to listen on some things. Paying attention to detail was something that I needed for this game. Chasing that damn vampire around wasn't going to be easy, and neither was dealing with those creeps that work for Cash. But I can't let indecision control judgment. That damn voice can lead the way, for now.

That's it. Give me the reigns. Enjoy the peace while you can. I have a feeling that a certain vampire has something wicked planned.