Velveteen.
Yes, that name was like silk on Godric’s lips as he looked at a map of Harper Rock. It had been a while since they had come back from Mexico, with Adelita in tow. He still remembered Remington’s words of wisdom on the drive down. Stay away from Velveteen, Micah is a possessive one. He snorted then, he snorted now. His tracking abilities had been amplified since his turning. He could even track the bastards down in the sewers with ease and little energy spent on his half.
Tonight he wanted to seek her out. Put a pretty face to that silky Australian voice of hers. He set out, pushing on his black blazer. He was Mexican. He liked to be clean cut, and looking fabuous for the ladies. It was a thing, an old habit from when he was a hitman, before the Cartel was taken down. He still wore the Cartel’s insignia on his finger, a memento from his past. The only thing that he had that was his past, besides his silver revolver that belonged to his brother before he was killed by the Cartel and it was pinned on Remington, which had ultimately led him up to this point.
Pushing his dark hair into a ponytail. He may be a man, but he had long hair (for a guy!) he set out, not forgetting his blade. He knew of the things that lurked in the darkness. A couple of minutes into his walk he was already skirting the outskirts of Cherrydale. His gut told him she was over towards this way. He knew Remi had mentioned something about a large tree somewhere in Harper Rock but he had forgotten where. He didn’t pay much attention. What he didn’t expect was to bump his shoulder into a man in a pair of shades. He veered his gaze onto the man and grunted.
“Watch where you are going, twat.” He said to the man. Unaware that this guy could beat the **** out of Godric, and scare fledglings just by the mention of his name. Oh, Godric was going to learn. He was going to learn his place in this new world of supernatural very quick. He used to be a predator, now he was just the prey to the bigger, and badder vampires.
Yes, that name was like silk on Godric’s lips as he looked at a map of Harper Rock. It had been a while since they had come back from Mexico, with Adelita in tow. He still remembered Remington’s words of wisdom on the drive down. Stay away from Velveteen, Micah is a possessive one. He snorted then, he snorted now. His tracking abilities had been amplified since his turning. He could even track the bastards down in the sewers with ease and little energy spent on his half.
Tonight he wanted to seek her out. Put a pretty face to that silky Australian voice of hers. He set out, pushing on his black blazer. He was Mexican. He liked to be clean cut, and looking fabuous for the ladies. It was a thing, an old habit from when he was a hitman, before the Cartel was taken down. He still wore the Cartel’s insignia on his finger, a memento from his past. The only thing that he had that was his past, besides his silver revolver that belonged to his brother before he was killed by the Cartel and it was pinned on Remington, which had ultimately led him up to this point.
Pushing his dark hair into a ponytail. He may be a man, but he had long hair (for a guy!) he set out, not forgetting his blade. He knew of the things that lurked in the darkness. A couple of minutes into his walk he was already skirting the outskirts of Cherrydale. His gut told him she was over towards this way. He knew Remi had mentioned something about a large tree somewhere in Harper Rock but he had forgotten where. He didn’t pay much attention. What he didn’t expect was to bump his shoulder into a man in a pair of shades. He veered his gaze onto the man and grunted.
“Watch where you are going, twat.” He said to the man. Unaware that this guy could beat the **** out of Godric, and scare fledglings just by the mention of his name. Oh, Godric was going to learn. He was going to learn his place in this new world of supernatural very quick. He used to be a predator, now he was just the prey to the bigger, and badder vampires.
