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The club she had went into wasn't dead, just full of demons and other so-called freaks, like the unsuspecting cheerleader who had just been taken outside by some 'rad guy, like totally'. Purity had to snigger to herself. Bye-bye, whatever her name was. Eyes darted around the place, music thumping and bodies moving to it without any form of grace. Tip of tongue brushed over lower lip as she made her way to the bar, picking up a free packet of matches before promptly turning on her heel and leaving into the cold dark streets of Las Vegas.
Thumb tapped the matches before hand shoved them into back pocket. It was a way of getting numbers of places that could hold various people who might have information. Her own little collectable phone book which she kept in a drawer in her hotel room. It was clever really, because she used the matches for the candles. The only question now, though, was, where to next?
Shoulders were scrunched and then dropped, relieving any tension in them, or hoping to do so. Dressed smartly in a black shirt with two silver-ish grey stripes down the left side, from shoulder over breast and then torso. It fitted loosely over the black, tight-fitting pants she had on. Head held high as always, she made her way down the street, blatantly ignoring the received glances.
There was a vampire named Katherine, who also happened to be in the streets of Las Vegas. She, however, had something specific to do, in the shape of a telephone call. A small mobile being taken out of jacket, dialled and placed to ear, as she awaited for the signal to connect.
A ringing sound... But heard from both ears, rather than one.
Turning around, she discovered why, disconnecting the call just as Purity appeared to pick it up.
"Seems like it's a small world, after all."
( Dangerous type. )
Of course, it would be hard to take revenge if she was accidentally turned into an eel or something...
Another loud sound caused the vampiress to shift attention again. That time to a fireworks display. Las Vegas was nothing if not expressive. But for a hunted vampire, it was dangerous.
"Look, I'll be in touch," she said, readying to leave. "But you pick up any magical whatsit on me and gimme' a call, OK?"
Purity mock saluted, a slight smirk turned grimace being given as she shoved herself off the wall. Nothing else was needed to be said, this she knew. With a casual sweep of her clothes, a deep lungful of air, the witch started to walk back down the ally. Her hotel was calling her, and bed was calling. Sleep. Something she was craving more than she was ever used too. However it also meant her strength mentally, physically and magickally were all at top performance. That was never a bad thing.
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