Two things happened when that plea was heard that changed everything instantly. Valerie’s own hands went to her pants leg to pull it up over her boot. Fingers grabbed the top of the stake she had tucked away there as the brunette urged her to leave. That was when the blonde stood up, her gaze went from her own weapon to the very similar one in the woman’s hand and she blinked. “Why would you…?” Cogs inside Valerie’s head turned over at a remarkable speed. Either Rhiannon knew about vampires, plausible since the area seemed to be crawling with them, or she was…
”No… No!”
There was no time for questions. The blonde moved quickly, free hand wrapped around the handle of the stall and pulled. The lock inside the door broke, pieces clattered to the floor as she yanked the thing open to reveal the back of a tall man with dark hair. Behind the figure, or rather in front of, crouched upon the toilet was another man attempting to curl into a ball out of fear. Valerie didn’t think as instinct took over, if Rhiannon had a stake and with the way she’d told her to leave, she would know how to use it. The blonde reached in and grabbed the front of the vampire’s jacket as he turned to see what was going on and threw him towards the sinks.
“Come on, get up!” She ushered fiercely, all but lifting the man up by his tie to push him out of the cubicle. Steady fingers caught his chin and she turned his head from side to side. No visible bite marks, no scent of blood. “Get out of here.” Valerie commanded, then locked the door behind him to stop anyone else stumbling on the events unfolding.
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on 2013-09-09 01:44 am (UTC)”No… No!”
There was no time for questions. The blonde moved quickly, free hand wrapped around the handle of the stall and pulled. The lock inside the door broke, pieces clattered to the floor as she yanked the thing open to reveal the back of a tall man with dark hair. Behind the figure, or rather in front of, crouched upon the toilet was another man attempting to curl into a ball out of fear. Valerie didn’t think as instinct took over, if Rhiannon had a stake and with the way she’d told her to leave, she would know how to use it. The blonde reached in and grabbed the front of the vampire’s jacket as he turned to see what was going on and threw him towards the sinks.
“Come on, get up!” She ushered fiercely, all but lifting the man up by his tie to push him out of the cubicle. Steady fingers caught his chin and she turned his head from side to side. No visible bite marks, no scent of blood. “Get out of here.” Valerie commanded, then locked the door behind him to stop anyone else stumbling on the events unfolding.