Left of Centre [Master]
Posted: 25 Mar 2017, 12:02
Finley couldn’t exactly complain about the life that she had been given. A year – more – had passed since Finley’s drunken encounter with Mister Stonehouse. Plenty had changed, but plenty had remained the same, too. A year and a half ago she’d been engaged, but she hadn’t been in love. She’d wanted only money and a nice house. She had that now, more than enough, and she hadn’t had to marry a gross sloth of a man to get it. She hadn’t had to marry anyone at all.
The blonde was now free to roam the city to do as she wished – so long as it wasn’t during the day. There was a single encounter with her ex, months ago. The guy had quickly become a meal and then dismissed; she hadn’t heard from him since. It was likely he’d forgotten the encounter completely, and that was fine with Finley. If she ever ran into him again, she might forego the meal – he hadn’t tasted very good. The blonde had figured out that she had a type, just like she had her favourite foods and her favourite kinds of alcohol.
She liked them young and pretty. She liked the ones that were full of life, willing to take risks. The thrill seekers. She liked to throw herself at them, to be held and lifted, tangled and flung. With vampirism came more life than death. There came opportunities. And, like an addict hooked on a drug and getting away with it, Finley lived her unlife to the fullest.
Whether it was rewarding or not didn’t matter.
In fact, she probably fucked up more than she achieved anything. She barely learned a thing, but nor did she put her mind to it. Even if someone tried to teach her she’d have skived on her studies. Even Grant couldn’t keep control of his wayward childe, though she meant him no harm. No, she kept the trouble from his door, most of the time. She came on like a whirlwind and was gone just as quick, always thankful for the gifts that he had given to her.
No, she could no longer get drunk and nor did her allergy to certain drugs bother her. But this did not matter. She got herself into all kinds of fun and games, many entanglements that she nearly trapped herself within. She’d managed to get herself out of trouble – until now.
Lingerie was a weakness of Finley’s, and there was a particularly upmarket shop in the better part of town that she often meandered through but never bought anything from. She was casing the place, clearly. And on the night she intended to thieve the shop for all that it was worth – well, she got distracted, as was Finley’s forte. She wanted to try some things on, and in the process set off some alarms.
And she’d run out of her gadgets.
She tried to talk to the guards but to no avail – she tried fighting them but, well. She was in lingerie and missing her weapons.
And now she was hiding in the back corner of the store, half naked, though she did still have one item on her. One item that she so happened to be taking selfies with when she’d set off the alarms. One single thing that might help her out, without getting caught and put in cuffs (they probably had vampire-proof cuffs, these days).
She called Grant.
As soon as he answered she gave him no room to even say hello.
”Okay don’t hate me but I’m kinda stuck and if you could just come distract some blokes that’d be grand…” she said. Even though he couldn’t see her she was grinning sheepishly, mischievously, that tell-tale glint in her eye that meant she really wasn’t concerned. Even now, even in trouble, she was having so much fun.
The blonde was now free to roam the city to do as she wished – so long as it wasn’t during the day. There was a single encounter with her ex, months ago. The guy had quickly become a meal and then dismissed; she hadn’t heard from him since. It was likely he’d forgotten the encounter completely, and that was fine with Finley. If she ever ran into him again, she might forego the meal – he hadn’t tasted very good. The blonde had figured out that she had a type, just like she had her favourite foods and her favourite kinds of alcohol.
She liked them young and pretty. She liked the ones that were full of life, willing to take risks. The thrill seekers. She liked to throw herself at them, to be held and lifted, tangled and flung. With vampirism came more life than death. There came opportunities. And, like an addict hooked on a drug and getting away with it, Finley lived her unlife to the fullest.
Whether it was rewarding or not didn’t matter.
In fact, she probably fucked up more than she achieved anything. She barely learned a thing, but nor did she put her mind to it. Even if someone tried to teach her she’d have skived on her studies. Even Grant couldn’t keep control of his wayward childe, though she meant him no harm. No, she kept the trouble from his door, most of the time. She came on like a whirlwind and was gone just as quick, always thankful for the gifts that he had given to her.
No, she could no longer get drunk and nor did her allergy to certain drugs bother her. But this did not matter. She got herself into all kinds of fun and games, many entanglements that she nearly trapped herself within. She’d managed to get herself out of trouble – until now.
Lingerie was a weakness of Finley’s, and there was a particularly upmarket shop in the better part of town that she often meandered through but never bought anything from. She was casing the place, clearly. And on the night she intended to thieve the shop for all that it was worth – well, she got distracted, as was Finley’s forte. She wanted to try some things on, and in the process set off some alarms.
And she’d run out of her gadgets.
She tried to talk to the guards but to no avail – she tried fighting them but, well. She was in lingerie and missing her weapons.
And now she was hiding in the back corner of the store, half naked, though she did still have one item on her. One item that she so happened to be taking selfies with when she’d set off the alarms. One single thing that might help her out, without getting caught and put in cuffs (they probably had vampire-proof cuffs, these days).
She called Grant.
As soon as he answered she gave him no room to even say hello.
”Okay don’t hate me but I’m kinda stuck and if you could just come distract some blokes that’d be grand…” she said. Even though he couldn’t see her she was grinning sheepishly, mischievously, that tell-tale glint in her eye that meant she really wasn’t concerned. Even now, even in trouble, she was having so much fun.