Her blue, kohl-lined eyes are striking, sending a chill down your spine as she looks in your direction. You can hear the clicking of her heels meeting the pavement as she steps closer to you. Your heart picks up in speed as you're sure you're going to end up just like the two bodies she'd laid to waste those few feet away. As she grows closer, there doesn't appear to be anger or malice in her eyes. You sense frustration in her expression and body language more than anything else. There are rumors about her and her connections in the area, and you've heard them, of course. You've never heard of her killing anyone, especially out in public in the streets like that.
Or maybe it's just there had never been any witnesses before.
One of her manicured hands slips free from the pocket of her leather trench coat, her fur-cuffed sleeve slipping up as she reach out and offers you a hand. You hestiate to take it. Not to her surprise. You just watched her fire a gun with that same hand.
"I have no intentions of harming you," she speaks up, returning her hand to her pocket for the time being. Her gaze doesn't leave you, "Unless you were involved as well."
You quickly shake your head. You didn't have anything to do with the others' underground dealings. Had you even known just what they were up to, you would've separated yourself and run in the other direction, as far and as fast as you could.
Though her smiles seems genuine, it still makes you more uneasy. Her eyes are scanning over you, as if she's trying to assess what to do with you now.
"How about we feed you and get you all cleaned up?"
"Then... Then what?"
"You can be on your way and I'll be on mine. You don't have to worry about me again, unless you've gotten mixed up in something you shouldn't have."
"Are you really...?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you really 'Siren'?"
"People are still calling me that? I thought it was a joke when I first heard it," she pauses and nods, "Seems I am."
She offers her hand again and you take it this time, allowing her to help you up from the ground. After tucking her hair behind her ear, her hand disappears into her pocket yet again. Her gaze is locked with yours before she's looking over her shoulder. Your gaze follows hers and you hadn't even heard anyone coming. The way she looked back made it seem like she knew someone was moving and, sure enough, you noticed movements in the shadows of the streets, carrying the bodies away. She gave a nod and the silhouettes disappeared, her attention returning to you.
"What kind of food do you like? The sooner we get out of here, the better. I'm not in the mood for having to take my gun out again."
From the way she said it, you would think she'd have shuddered in disgust. Maybe she really didn't enjoy killing people, but she clearly would if she had to. You follow her to her car, tucked away under some lone streetlights a short walk away. You still fell knots in the pit of your stomach as she opens the door for you and slide into the passenger's seat. Buckling yourself in, you watch her make her way to the driver's seat and get in. The car starts silently and she pulls off from the darkness and into the light of the main streets. You just have to be good so you won't end up like your lost colleagues.
// This was just a fun little blurb about one of my character's in Eclipse. I invite you to come see what the rp is about and what "Siren" is all about by clicking below. Thank you for stopping by and reading. Take care! ♡
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