[Sodium_noir] Early Friday Evening

[Mara Ravenclaw]

"Indeed I do.  Indeed I do."  Mara replies, and over the course of an hour, she covers it, agreeing quite readily to his price.  

Just as Mara had escorted Gruber into the building, she now escorts him out.  The downstairs lock had been changed, and a shiny brass deadbolt now kept the other lock company.  

Now for the second errand.  She had found a 24 hour Courier Service to deliver the papers to Lady Sinclair, turning them over to a rather nervous looking messenger that kept looking around, as though he believed robbers lurked behind every dark corner.  If he thought Neon City was bad, Cardboard City was far worse.   

This part of the city was fair game.   That’s what Guiness had told her.  As long as she could hunt here, she personally had no need of an established feeding ground.   No different from Seattle, really.  The Brujah had no official
‘territory’, but it was readily accepted that the SoDo District was their Domain, which they readily shared with the city’s Anarch population.        

So now for a quick bite.   The jacket had been removed and set down on the front seat of the car as she prowled for a likely location and a likely meal.  Stopped at a light, Mara shifts the position of the shirt so that it was no longer on backwards, all without even removing it.  Feeding had a habit of being a bit…messy, and dark red still showed bloodstains.  As she looks around, Mara uses her Heightened Sight, and she catches a flash of movement in an alley.  Something too big to be anything but human.   

After driving just past the alley, Mara turns off the lights and after shutting off the engine, lets the car coast to a stop at the curb.   Mara closes her door by holding the latch, closing it as quietly as she can, and activates her Heightened Hearing.   

The sound was unmistakable.  A fist hitting flesh.  A woman’s scream.  It was time to teach someone a lesson about not hitting a lady.     

Mara approaches the alley carefully.  She didn’t want the attacker to see her, not yet.   Nor did she want the victim to see what she was going to do.  Breaking the mask on your second day in town was bad form for any Kindred, much less one possibly in line to gain the position of Clan Primogen.  

Mara keeps to the dark shadows of the walls as she makes her way further into the alley.   She could clearly see that a woman was on the ground, her lip split and bleeding, one hand raised, begging the much larger attacker to stop.    

The victim’s eyes were on the attacker.  Mara waits for the next blow to fall, and the woman goes down, but the other wasn’t ready to stop.  The attacker was too focused on the victim.  An attack based on emotion, not robbery.  It was therefore, far too easy for Mara to come up behind her and grab the attacker’s hand while they are kicking the unconscious victim.  With the aid of Kindred strength, she pulls the guy’s hand behind his back and pulls them into the shadows of the alley.  

Mara slams the attacker against the wall.  She can smell the blood as it begins to flow from a broken nose, hear the heart starting to beat frantically against its skeletal prison.  Her predatory instincts start to kick in, and she gives the attacker another smack against the wall for good measure.   Pulling them away a second time, there is no resistance.  Out like a light.  Perfect.   Mara extends her fangs.  This one was going to be a dine and dash.  She’d like to be able to linger and enjoy the vitae, but there was too much to be done.  She moves the limp neck to one side, taking note of baby-fine shoulder-length hair.   She bites right near the shoulder blades and begins to drink, taking it in quickly.   

After taking a portion of the person’s blood, Mara licks the wound closed and sets the body down, feeling at the neck for a pulse.  It is then that she notices the soft, feminine features and realizes that the attacker…was a woman!  A very tall woman, but a woman nonetheless.  A lover’s quarrel turned physical?  Or something else?  

Mara goes to the other woman, again feeling for a pulse.  Weak and thready, but present.  She’d be able to make it without a trip to the hospital.  Good, because that spared her the trouble of calling for a paramedic with an out of town cell phone.

Mara wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then licks the lingering traces of the blood from it.  It would be wise to separate this pair, see that she was found quickly.  Mara picks up the unconscious victim and takes her to a brightly lit corner a couple blocks away.  It was near to an all-night gas station.  Once she woke up, someone there could get her help.  

TBC...ready to start that JP in the Forum, Arkana?  I'll let you set the scene...
"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe 


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