Lily pounced, taking him down. "I'm starving dam.mit. Hold still..."
:Son of a-" He tried to push her off, though her desperation had probably made her strength tenfold. Nevertheless, he puhed.
Lilly sank er log fangs into his throat and growled at the taste of blood.
((Well, that escalatd quickly :P))
Stephen cried out. He wouldn't be able to do much else at that particular point in time.
Lilly finished and kicked him away. "Thanks chump." She hissed and dashes off.
((Not sure how to respond. :/))
(He could follow her?)
((-_- I honestly couldn't think of that yesterday))
Slowly and shakily, Stephen stood up. What was wrong with that woman? He looked in the direction in which she had sprinted and chased after. Insanity in its finest.
Lilly slid onto her bike and started it, driving off again. She looked behind at the man chasing her. 'If I can just get back to the lair....'
He evaluated his options. Stephen could chase down the assailant and risk being caught in a trap, or he could leave it be and never figure out who this new enemy was. Not the greatest set of options in the world. He gave chase to the bike. To he.ll with the dangers.
Lily cursed and went faster. 'Get off my tail!'
He stopped the chase. Okay, that bike could go ridiculously fast. Stephen cursed himself for not putting up a better fight. He should've given it all he had.
Lilly buried herself deep in her coven's territory. She parked her bike and sighed. Thank goodness that was over.
He walked to his fallen comrade. Somehow, he had been KO'ed by the push. Pathetic. He went back into the building he had been waiting in front of, waiting once again.
Lilly sat in the grass of a park and stared at the sky. Her eyes close and she sighed.
He sighed. There was no freaking point in sticking around. He exited the building and started down the street he had chased the girl down earlier. It was a chilly night, though he couldn't feel the cold too badly.
Lilly's coven leader was tracking Lilly's scent. He brushed past Sephen and snarled. "You..."
Stephen felt like someone who just wasn't in the right place at the right time. He kept walking, knowing there was a good chance that something bad was going to happen
The leader grabbed him and slammed him to a wall. "Why do you smell of one of my people?"
Stephen made a mental note to build something of muscle mass. He couldn't get this moron off of him. "I assume you mean the insane bit.ch who just attacked me."