(He's the vampire. I'll get crackin' on the Werewolf and stuff as we go. :D)
Over the chatter of the girls in the changing room was faint signs of footsteps
outside.
"Wow, Tiffany, pink really looks good on you!" A Red-head in a long black dress
said to a blonde, who was examining herself in the mirror wearing a short pink
dress.
"I know, Clara, and I can't beleve we're even in here! This place only takes the best
and sexiest girls. They said we were perfect!" She said happily.
The door creaked open, and the two friends turned their head when they saw what
looked like some perverted emo kid had stepped into the room.
There was an Aura around him that sent not only a chill up Tiffany and Clara's spine,
but something...Intoxicating let's just put it. He looked like your average emo, but he
also had something about him that made the girls stare at him, even if most of them
were in their underwear. They couldn't help but feel both an attraction to him, but
most of them were pissed he walked in on them.
His bangs were covering his eyes, and they saw his shirt with the two dice on them,
making them just stare for a moment. Finnaly another girl, one that had jet-black
hair, that reached her lower back. She was wearing a shimmering purple dress that
wasn't too over-the top, but seemed to show her blue eyes off. She was tall, but not
over doing it, and with an hour gl*censored* figure, she looked near-perfect, but frail.
"Hey, pervert, out of the changing ro-" She found herself collapsing to the floor, a
heap of her blood pouring out of her neck as she made choking noises, crimson
mixing with the threads of raven, her beautiful silky hair was. She twitched lightly,
making all of the girls panic.
The boy didn't seem to move. His body was the exact same, but somehow as she
was talking all they noticed was a magnum seemed to magically appear in his hand.
"..."
The silent a.ssa.ssain used his right hand to move his bangs out of his copper eyes,
and look at all of the girls.
"AHHHH!" One girl shreaked, another yelled "Ah! SHE'S DEAD!" This and
several other things were said, as they cowered, knowing the only exit was blocked
by the young mysterious killer.
Tiffany and Clara were the only ones who had hid in one of the closets. It was a very
teight squeeze, and Clara could hear Tiffany try to keep herself calm, as she was
near-hypervenelating, and they both could hear their hearts beating in their chests.
"..Oh, dear god, what does he want? Why is he doing this, Clara?!" Tiffany
breathed. She had a british accent
"Calm down, Tiffany. He doesn't know were in here I don't tihnk. We need to call for
help," She muttered, looking at the floor. Another gunshot went off. It was almost
unnoticed. There was apperently a silencer of some sort equiped to keep the
bullet's from being heard.
Another thud, and obviously another body hit the floor. There was more hysterical
yelling of the girls, and screaming. Clara and Tiffany stayed as quiet as possible...
(Yeah, this is deffiantly gonig to be diffirent from my RP with Raychol, don't worry. DX)
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