[A/N]: Just a little piece that was inspired by a writing prompt. Enjoy.
Hallie Fell is at the Mystic Grill, swirling the ice around her nearly-empty glass. She takes the last drink, then puts down some money to pay the bill. Then she shoves her worn leather wallet back in her pocket and leaves.
She doesn't see the dark-haired vampire watching in the shadows.
She pulls her keys out of her pocket as she walks towards her pride and joy, a 1978 King Cobra Mustang. Less than 5,000 were produced, and she had one. It was her baby, and had so many rules for being a passenger that no one ever rode with her again after the first time. She's almost to the door when she hears the click of a gun. She freezes.
A velvety voice lilts out of the darkness. "Give me a good one-liner and I just may let you live."
Hallie, despite not looking like much, was a very sassy person. She turned, folding he arms. A man was standing there, half-hidden in the shadows. She quipped, "Am I supposed to be afraid or something?"
He laughed. "Oh, I like you. What's your name, darling?"
Her eyes flashed with pride and disbelief. "My name's Hallie."
He stepped out of the shadows. "Well, Hallie, I'm Kol. Now, you forget about ever meeting me and have a good night."
He sped out of sight. She looked around, confused, and then unlocked her car and drove away. Unknown by her, Kol was standing in the shadows, watching her until the rumble of her car's engine was inaudible.
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